Bad Medicine

(This is set quite some time after the other vignettes and story branches. It also contains rather **** fetishes (what else is new with my stuff): nagafication, gender bender, shaftsnakes, throat orgasms and so on. Read on at your own risk.)

„And you're sure you'll be alright, Gabe?“ Andy is looking at me from just outside our shared apartment, suitcase at his heels and worry on his face. „I can stay, it's just a vacation...“

„Nah, dude, I—achoo!“ The sneeze rocks my entire body, and I barely get my elbow up in time to not make a mess. I sniffle and **** a smile, even though I feel feverish as fuck – but my face doesn't feel hot just because of that. I must look pathetic. „'s just a cold. You've been waiting for this trip for half a year, so shoo. I'll... ah-ah-ACHOO! Be fine. Already got some medicine and all.“

„If you say so, man...“ He doesn't really seem convinced, but Andy grabs the door handle, without closing it yet, though. „Just... promise me you'll call me or someone else if it gets too bad. Then I'll be gone.“

„Yeah, yeah, 'mom'. I promise I'll call, now get your ass out of here!“ I shout with all my might – that is to say, I croak at my roommate in a hoarse whisper. But if Andy would just get going , I could already be in bed, sleeping this damn cold off! And there's now way I'll ruin his vacation before it even started. „Have a great tri—achoo!“

„Alright... feel better soon, you hear me? I'll... bring souvenirs or something. See you in a week!”

“Yeah, see you—uachoo!”

The door closes and I'm alone in our three-room apartment. Shuffling over into my room, I try not to feel sorry for myself before dropping my bathrobe, leaving me naked and sweaty before basically falling into bed. I pull the covers over myself and let my eyes feel closed, feeling sleep approach fast before I turn over with a groan.

“F'rgot t' take muh meds...” I mumble to myself before reaching to the nightstand. Fumbling around blindly, I knock my phone to the floor before my fingers close around the medicine bottle Charlie got for me.

According to his own words, 'it'll clean up a congested nose damn quick, at least that's what the guy at the shop told me'. And fuck me if that doesn't sound great right now... But even sick as I am, I check the label first. That is, I throw a glance at it, noting nothing much except the name and the slogan (Snemen – a Proud Product of Bay Cove) before giving up. What's the worst that could happen?

I pull out the stopper, down the thick liquid in one go and nearly gag. It tastes beyond terrible, thick and cloying and salty. But if a medicine tastes worse the better it is, I won't be sick anymore by evening.

Turning back around, I close my eyes and go to sleep.

At least that was the plan.

“Ughn!” Heat suddenly fills me from head to toe – and it's not from the fever. “Wha--?”

I feel myself growing painfully hard, my throbbing shaft pushing into the mattress before I turn on my back – now, it's effortlessly tenting the covers. Gaping at said tent, I feel my breathing grow ragged as the lust keeps mounting. At least my clogged nostrils are not an issue any more as I'm now panting through my open mouth.

“The fuck....?” Did that fucker Charlie give me an aphrodisiac as some fucked-up prank?! “I—hgh!”

A mighty pulse of pleasure races through me, making my entire skin tingle erotically all over, my nipples standing at attention – which is kind of disconcerting since they shouldn't really be able to do that. But it feels so good!

I throw back the covers so forcefully they fall off the bed and stare down at my naked body, my cold forgotten entirely. What I'm seeing makes my heart beat even faster, but my lust-addled brain can barely process if the frantic beating is due to trepidation, arousal or excitement. I just know that there is no way that I keep from touching my engorged cock – and my equally erect nipples.

“Nnnhaah...” They feel unbearably sensitive, making my cock jump in my grasp as I begin stroking it, feeling the veins stand out. They're almost as thick as my pinky. The shaft itself feels thicker in my fist than I recall it being, but I'm filled with a primal need and can't find it in me to worry about what is happening.

Even as my pecs begin to feel soft and pliable, swelling under my left hand as I run it from pulsing nipple to pulsing nipple and squeeze the sensitive flesh, I only care about jacking myself off. And playing with my developing tits.

It's only when my shaft begins to follow the example of my itty-bitty boobies and begins to swell, both in girth and in length, I find myself reacting with anything besides gasping and moaning – my heart skips a beat and I grin broadly. My cock was always just the slightest bit above average, if statistics are to be believed, but now? It's already thicker than my fist! And so long I'd need three hands to wrap them around every inch of shaft.

It's also turning a strange shade of pink while my foreskin melts away and the spongy purple glans is elongating, flattening slightly as the slit of my urethra begins to spread to both sides. It begins to look more and more like a maw – that begins to drool a milky white fluid. Definitely cum.

“Haah... haah... fuck yeah...” And still this only serves to excite me even more! As do my not so itty-bitty breasts. I have already graduated to 'palm-filling', and they show no sign of stopping, my fat, puckered nipples throbbing in tandem with my cock as I keep playing with them with relish.

It feels so good that I almost miss the point where the sheen on my body isn't from sweat anymore. It doesn't dry, though. Instead, with another pulse of mind-rending pleasure, I can feel tiny, shiny scales break through my skin. I buck my hips in bliss as the light red scales cover me, their color darker the further they are from my front and around the slit forming from my ballsack that will soon house my strange new shaft.

Not that I care all that much. Not with my tits overflowing my hands now, soft, scaly breastflesh bulging through my fingers with every pleasurable squeeze, not with my cock lengthening even more as I continue stroking the shaft as it wriggles in pleasure as if it has a mind of its own, mirroring my own barely controlled writhing. Its head doesn't resemble the usual mushroom-shaped head anymore; instead, it looks much more like the head of one of the snakes from my biology books back in High School.

What does give me pause is the way my cock looks at me once its eyes open for the first time. Not because my cock is looking at me, mind you – it's the smoldering lust, the incredible desire I can see in its eyes, lust and desire I know are reflected in my own eyes as well.

As I continue stroking the snakelike body of my cock, the head draws nearer to my face, eyes half-lidded as cum continues dripping from the toothless maw. I don't care. I just want to kiss that beautiful snout, show my cock how much I appreciate the pleasure it is giving me. And, as it turns out, slurp down the cum drooling from it. I recognize the taste, thick and cloying and salty, but it doesn't seem as terrible anymore. Instead, it makes my head spin with uncontainable lust, my tongue darting into my cock's maw to lick up more of what I dimly realize is my own heavenly nectar, thick strands drooling down my chin.

I can't call it anything else. It tastes better than anything I've ever drank or eaten before. As I gulp down more and more, I almost miss how my legs, until now kicking the sheets ineffectually in barely controlled lust, begin to fuse from the hips downwards. It doesn't really matter, though. All this means is that my developing snake tail is writhing and twisting on top of my bed the more of my legs disappear into the muscular length.

“Mmfhyesh~...” I barely recognize my voice, husky and needy and... feminine. It shouldn't surprise me, what with the mighty bazongas balloning ever more on my chest, weighing down heavily and oh so pleasurably on my rib cage. “More... more!”

Of course, it's a surprisingly pleasant surprise. As is the way my face begins to push out into a snout that I'm sure will resemble the head of my cock very soon, a thick cobra-like hood reaching from the crown of my head to my shoulders beginning to consume my hair at the same time.

My cock decides to step things up a little as it feels my face push against its own. Pressing its girthy length against my upper body, it slips between my massive tits, making me arch my back off the bed, sadly breaking off our thrilling kiss. My right flies from the base of my shaft to my free breast, eager to push them together to provide my cock with a tight, soft tit-pussy to fuck itself into.

Obviously, it is just as eager to thrust through my still-swelling mammaries, the perfect, scaly orbs feeling simply sublime as they jiggle, more than well lubricated by the cum still spilling from my shaftsnake's maw.

And from my own, I now realize. Part of the cum dripping down my chin must have been coming from my own mouth even as it lengthens, my teeth disappearing into my jaw, and as I gasp and moan and buck my hips, more cum keeps spilling forth, soiling the sheets and making my body marvelously slippery.

As I distantly feel my feet melt into the tip of my tail, I not-so-distantly feel my hips begin to widen with the now well-known pulse of pleasure. The thought of the curvy bombshell I'm turning out to be is giving me a delicious thrill, my cock pulsing and depositing a particularly thick glob of cum into my cavernous cleavage as it thrusts through, making the sensitive flesh jiggle violently as my shaftsnake continues to jackhammer my tits.

My moaning reaches a fever pitch as I maul my breasts, the enormous orbs now so big that they overflow my ribcage and weigh heavily against my arms as I press them together against my shaft, pulling and squeezing nipples that are almost as large as my old cock was. It's a good thing my cock has a mind of its own – otherwise, I wouldn't have enough hands for this.

I can feel the angle of my hips shift as my ass swells, making it feel like I'm sitting on a slowly expanding cushion – only the cushion feels nearly as good as my breasts as the frantic thrusting of my shaftsnake makes my hips gyrate uncontrollably. Of course, I'm doing my best to follow the motions, enhance the sensations, finally reach the peak of lust that I almost....

“Oh God, oh GOD, ye—“

SPLURT!

My scream of pleasure is forcefully interrupted as I feel cum erupt from my snout and nostrils just as they finish forming, my hood flaring as I my shaftsnake cums as well, jizz splattering over my truly enormous chest, my neck and face as my cock rears back to cover me with string after thick, pearly string of semen. It feels incredibly hot and slippery, but still, that barely registers with me – cumming with my cock and my entire head simultaneously is simply too overwhelming.

I twitch and buck and writhe, more and more cum fountaining forth from both my snakelike heads to rain down on myself and the room, covering the floor, my bed, my shelves... everything.

When it finally ends after what feels like an eternity, I take a shaky breath, hearing and feeling cum burble in my throat. I feel pleasurably drained, exhausted – but not sick anymore. My nostrils are completely free.

“Huh. What do you know, it actually worked,” I say, noticing how weird talking with my new maw feels as my shaftsnake nuzzles against my neck, resting its head on my hood.

Closing my eyes, I smile to myself. Maybe I will make that call. Invite Charlie over to... thank him properly for his help.