You did put in all that work...

It's been about an hour since dinner ended and you're standing in front of your guest room door again. Taking a step back to get out of the demons' way as they carry out your old sheets, you take hold of the dial that's just been installed above the door knob, and twist it around until a silhouette of a woman with cow horns appear. A soft clunking comes from the other side and you exhale loudly before knocking. "Come in!" Nanny Mara's muffled voice comes through. Bracing yourself, you turn the knob and step in.

The first thing you notice about Nanny Mara's room is that the ceiling is very far away, at least two floors up. The second thing you notice is that her decor choices lean towards comfort, while having an aristocratic appeal to them. A breeze comes out of nowhere, bringing in the smell of fresh cut grass and wild flowers. A massive bed sits in the middle of the room, with an equally massive set of screens off to the side. And what used to be the adjoining wall is now several doors, with what you think is a coat sleeve poking out from in-between them.

"Please pardon the mess Sir, I'm still getting sorted," you hear her say from your right. Looking over, you see her standing by a couple of very comfortable looking and worn in couches, wearing an old fashioned nightdress, with a little bonnet topping each horn, pouring some red liquid out of a decanter into a couple of glasses. "Drink, Sir?" You thank her for the offer but eye it suspiciously. "Don't worry, it's just brandy." She smiles, taking a sip.

"Still, I think I'd better not," you smile back, trying not to be rude.

"Waste not, want not then. I'll drink that later." she replies, putting the glasses down, before striding up to you. It's then, when you have to crane your head all the way back to look her in the face, that you realize exactly how tall this woman is. "Right. Arms out to your sides. Let's see what she's done to you."

"I, I'm sorry. I, I don't follow."

"Arms. Up and out," she chides, pulling them into position and her eyes flashing green. "The Mistress has done something to you, and I need to see exactly she did. Now, don't move." You scowl at being treated like a piece of meat put on display, but hold position anyway while she scans you up and down. "Alright... so that's what you meant about your stomach," she sighs, running her hand down your front. "She forgot to add in the yarmouth. Universal nutrient converter. Makes inter-dimensional cooking edible for all kinds. Also makes it taste better."

"So what is the Milk Jelly supposed to taste like?" you ask, morbidly curious.

"For humans? Coconut. Or so I've been told. Never had one before." she frowns, putting your arms down. "Now I know what she's done, and it's pretty standard fare. Only internal release, orgasmic conversions, capacity fulfillment... your human/demon sperm compatibility and virility is through the roof, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. There is just one small problem area though. She's isolated your pleasure to her alone." Nanny Mara stoops down to meet you at face level, "I'm going to fix that for you. Because, from what I've heard through my sources, you are going to put out to stud for Mistress Selas' friends and potential allies. And none of them will be happy if you are unable to make my Mistress jealous of how they feel."

A smile comes to your face and you begin to weep. That small return to what you once were filling you with joy. Nanny Mara gives you a minute to yourself and returns with the brandy glass, swirling it about, turning the liquid clear before handing it to you. "To your health, Sir." she smiles softly. Trembling, you bring the glass up to your lips and drink. It takes like crystal clean water but you gulp it down like it's the most delicious thing in the world.

The empty glass slips through your fingers and clinks off the floor. You close your eyes and exhale slowly through your mouth, feeling a tingle run from your crotch to your head, like a wire receiving it's first jolt of electricity. When you open your eyes again, you find yourself looking directly into the valley between Nanny Mara's volleyball-sized naked breasts. Her finger comes into view and you follow it as it trails down her extremely long and powerful legs, before rising past her trimmed bush, going all the way up to her grinning, matronly face. "Shall we make sure it worked, Sir?"