Cherry yawned and stretched as the sun peaked over the horizon. As she blinked sleep out of her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile as excitement welled within her, the way it does on the morning of a long-awaited day.

The Great Plains lamia preserve was the largest in North America, with nothing but rolling grasslands in all directions, and nothing but farms bordering it, the small community of hundred foot plus snake women had plenty of space to roam and hunt… or they would have hunted, if ample food wasn’t provided. This suited Cherry fine of course, having spent most of her life in the human world she wasn’t as attached to the “natural” lifestyle of her species as some of the other Grand Lamia were.

“Hey Cherry!” her friend Lytheria waved, slithering across the plains to her, “is today the day?”

“Yep!” Cherry beamed, off to college!”

Lytheria and Cherry had grown up on the preserve together, and while the other Grand Lamia was interested in Cherry’s life in the human world, she had little interest in exploring it herself. For the most part Lytheria was content to live a simple life, occasionally enjoying the attention of the tourists who came to the preserve, both those who simply wished to see the giant snake-women in their natural habitat, and those with more amorous intentions. The gold scaled Lamia had a number of fansites on the internet that Cherry had found, and was a tourist attraction in her own right to a certain type of human male.

Cherry by contrast only spent four months or so out of the year at her full one-hundred-and-thirty-foot height. While she’d spent much of her early life on the preserve, she and her mother, Strawberry, had been using shrinking potions to reduce themselves to human size for years, only returning to maximum size during school holidays.

Now, with college looming, she would be leaving not only the preserve, but her parent’s home as well. They had always been supportive of her, although they were both nervous about her finding her way in the world on her own.

“I’ve got to get going,” Cherry told Lytheria, “I’ll see you in the winter!”

“Bye!” Lytheria waved as Cherry slithered off towards her mother’s nest.

Grand Lamia nests were typically constructed of fallen trees, leaves, mud, and anything else they could gather to add comfort. Of course, with the humans being so accommodating most of the preserve’s Grand Lamia had nests of synthetic materials, complete with fuzzy cotton padding for warmth and comfort. Her mother was just beginning to stir in the gigantic bowl-shaped structure as she approached, and as the morning sun began to lose its red tint Strawberry rose up, greeting her daughter with a wave.

“Wow,” Strawberry laughed, “this is the earliest I’ve ever seen you up!”

“I don’t want to miss the bus,” she grumbled.

Strawberry sighed, reaching out and running her fingers through her daughter’s hair, “I wish you hadn’t cut this so short,” she muttered.

“S-Some guys like short hair!” Cherry snapped.

“Guys like Timothy?” Strawberry teased with a wink.

Cherry’s face went as red as her hair, and she crossed her arms defensively, “Just guys in general! So what!?” The truth was Timothy’s preference for pixy cuts had been the reason for her styling choice, and she was hoping to sweep her old childhood friend off his feet when they met at the university. That her mother had so easily seen through it infuriated her.

“Remember to dress a little more conservatively,” Strawberry insisted, “girls in college are supposed to be more serious!”

“That’s just what you and dad think,” Cherry muttered, looking down at herself. The Grand Lamia Preserve did give them some rudimentary clothes in their giant size for the sake of modesty, though many of the gigantic snake-women went without them unless expecting visitors. Cherry almost always wore her own simple green tunic, though the fabric could barely contain her immense chest. “I’m so tired of wearing this,” she grumbled, “It’s like the outfit from a rejected Zelda game… I can’t wait to get into my normal clothes again! Do you have my shrinking potion?”

“It’s with your bags,” Strawberry said with a warm smile, gesturing down to the tiny human sized suitcases. “I really wish I could have dropped you off at school myself…”

“I’ll be fine mom,” Cherry waved dismissively, “besides, you’ve got to stay here with Peanut and Dad.”

“Huh?” her sister murmured, sitting upright in the nest behind her mom. Peanut was eight years younger than her, named for her brown scales and hair. Where Cherry had a more human facial appearance, Peanut had inherited more Lamia features, such as a handful of iridescent brown scales across her cheeks and the pointed elfin ears that their mother had.

“Go back to sleep Peanut,” Strawberry said with a wave, sending the brown Lamia girl back down to her fluffy bed with a yawn.

“How’s she taking me leaving?” Cherry asked in a whispered tone.

“She wishes you could stay, but she understands,” Strawberry said with a smile, “besides, she’s very excited about being a big sister soon.”

The pair of grand lamia looked over at the other side of the nest, where a pair of spackled eggs were resting amidst the cottony fluff. One was Matteo and Strawberry’s latest daughter, due to hatch in the next month. The other was Matteo himself, once again trapped within an egg, his own hatching date was supposedly due a few weeks before their new daughter.

“Mom, does the egg thing happen every time you and dad…” Cherry couldn’t bring herself to finish the question about her parent’s love life.

Strawberry rolled her eyes, “Of course not, he’d be in an egg all the time if that were the case!”

“Ew, gross mom!” Cherry mockingly covered her ears.

“It only happens when we conceive,” Strawberry continued, oblivious to her daughter’s disgust, “The scientists at the preserve’s research center think it’s something our ancestorsancestor’s used to have to keep the father from being able to get away… although it might also have been to keep him as a ‘for-later’ snack after mating.” She beamed, “Luckily things between us and humans are better now.”

“I’m going to try to pretend I didn’t hear any of that!” Cherry said. She leaned down, picking up her bags in her palm and hefting them slightly, “I’m going to start heading to the bus stop, I’ll see you later mom! Tell dad I love him!” With that she leaned in for a quick hug, giving her mom a peck on the cheek.

“Be sure to call if you need anything!” Strawberry called, “I can shrink down and come get you if I need to!”

“Goodbye mom!” Cherry laughed, slithering out across the plains. As her own mother’s nest disappeared, she passed a few others, the entire population of the Great Plains Grand Lamia preserve was a little under a hundred in total, so her departure was big news in the small community, and the other enormous snake women waved at her as she slithered past, calling farewells and good luck.

“Goodbye Cherry!” a game agent called, waving from a jeep as she passed. The tiny vehicle rumbled as her tail slithered over the grass just feet away from it, and she fought a giggle as she saw the man grab his coffee off the dashboard, barely avoiding a spill.

Finally, she reached the bus stop, looming over the ticket station with a grin as she leaned down, startling the clerk as her enormous face filled the glass window.

“Hi,” she said, “I’ve already got my ticket, but do you have anyplace I could change clothes?”

“O-Over there, bathrooms,” the clerk stammered.

“Thanks!” Cherry beamed, her movements causing the ground to rumble as she slithered in the direction he’d pointed.

Cherry gently pushed her bags aside in her palm, revealing the small bottle with the glowing blue liquid inside, a long lasting shrink-potion that would stay in effect until she took an antidote. She gently popped the cork with her fingernails, while it was delicate at this size it was bigger than a party-sized bottle of soda from the store, soon she’d be hefting it with both hands. She downed the liquid, feeling the familiar buzz of a shrinking potion taking effect. A moment later she was coiled at a respectable human height of five feet nine inches, with her enormous tunic folding over her like a circus tent as she struggled to free herself from it.

Ten minutes later she was wearing a hoodie and a skirt around the section of her body where her skin met her scales, slithering back out to the clerk with a smile and dragging her roller bags behind her.

“Don’t worry about the tunic,” she called to the clerk as the bus pulled up, “the Preserve agents will come by for it in a few hours!”

…

The bus ride was relatively short and uneventful, a simple two hour ride to the nearest train station, which would take her to the city where she’d begin her first year of classes. The staff at the railroad station hadn’t even blinked at seeing a Lamia, though they probably thought she was a standard sized one instead of a Grand temporarily reduced. It didn’t really matter though; she was given a specialized cushion to coil herself up on as the train lurched forward, carrying her towards her future.

She glanced at her phone as the farmlands raced by outside the window and smirked, seeing that Timothy was already checking in on her. She quickly texted back a few messages, telling him she couldn’t wait to see him.

It’s nice having my phone again, she thought with a sigh. There was something nice about spending a few months at her titanic full size on the preserve, it let her embrace some of her more primitive instincts in a way she just couldn’t when she was down at human size… Still, it was nice getting all of her human sized electronics back.

She browsed the internet on her phone for a few minutes, logging into social media sites she hadn’t seen in a few weeks, checking the updates on her friends and the latest in pop culture. Finally, she found herself logging into her LamiaLovers portal, a site that had spun off of the infamous Garter Garden and was meant to cater to garter, standard, and grand Lamia, as well as the humans that loved them.

I wonder if Timothy has an account on here, she thought with a giggle.

She couldn’t help but laugh a little at the jealousy that her smaller cousins had towards her true size, Come on girls, at the end of the day humans end up where they belong no matter what size you are! She giggled as she remembered her mother’s stories about how she’d spent several years of her life believing she was a garter Lamia, only to discover the truth on her birthday thanks to a bottle of shrinking potion antidote.

The early rise had taken its toll, and shortly after the lunch cart came through Cherry found herself drifting off to sleep, only awakening hours later as the train pulled into its final stop. She grinned as she looked out the windows, seeing the towering skyscrapers and the bustling streets.

With a squeal she grabbed her bags, rolling them behind her as she slithered out with the rest of the passengers.

…

Timothy checked his phone as he glanced around the train station, Cherry had messaged him that she’d arrived, and he’d come to greet her and take her to his apartment, where she’d be staying for a few days until the furniture for her own had arrived.

Be cool, he thought to himself, trying to stand upright as he looked around for her. You’ve been living in the city and studying at Cayce University for a year now, you’re smooth, sophisticated…

“Timothy!” her voice sent his heart into his throat, quickly turning him into a nervous wreck as he smiled and waved her over.

“H-Hey!” he managed, grinning as she moved through the crowd towards him.

“I’ve missed you so much!” she beamed, “it was so hard not having you around senior year!”

Before he could respond she released her hold on her bags, slithering around him in a quick and circular motion that let her snare him with her powerful tail. He grunted as the scaled flesh slithered against his own body, and Cherry giggled as she tightened her grip on him in the infamous “Lamia’s Hug,” all capped off with a true hug as she threw her human arms around his bound form.

“Cherry, it’s a little tight,” he rasped. He squirmed feebly in her grip, but she just smirked and squeezed him closer

“Poor little humie,” she teased, ruffling his hair, “can’t get away from the big bad snake girl?”

He would have laughed if he could have drawn in breath, instead he focused his magical abilities, mentally drawing sigils, willing the right spell to form right across Cherry’s pristine red scales.

She jolted upright for a momentupright a moment as the first of frost crystals formed on her skin, “T-That’s not fair!” she said through chattering teeth. Her muscles slacked as the cold spread along her skin, and a moment later Timothy was chuckling as he stepped out of her coils as though they were bundles of loose rope.

“I’m in the top tenth of my class in bio-magic,” Timothy smirked, letting the sparks dance across his knuckles for a moment before dissipating. “Don’t worry, I know exactly how much cold a Lamia can tolerate.”

Cherry was still shivering as she reared herself back up, giving him a pouty glare, “I wish I had magic,” she muttered.

“You’re an innately magical creature Cherry,” Timothy laughed as they walked through the train station, “you wouldn’t exist if you didn’t have magic.”

“Yeah, but I wish I could throw fireballs and stuff,” she muttered.

“I’ll leave that to the guys doing combat magic in the army,” Timothy remarked, “I’m thinking about going into medicine myself, the big pharmaceutical companies have gone nuts for human mages in the last few years.” He smiled, “it’s so weird hearing about how when mom and dad were kids nobody even believed in magic, now you can get a Doctorate in it.”

“And there were only humans around,” Cherry giggled, “I can’t even imagine it…”

Timothy cleared his throat, “Uh, Cherry, there’s something you should know, there has been some odd stuff happening around campus lately…”

She frowned, “Like what?”

“There have been a few people going missing,” he muttered, “it’s a big campus, and with thousands of students obviously a few will dip out or whatever, but it’s weird to have so much of that happen before the semester has evenis even started… Just don’t go out alone at night, okay?”

Cherry frowned, “Okay… but if anyone messes with me, I’ve got this!” she reached into her pocket, revealing a small bottle on her keychain.

“Is that your shrinking antidote?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep,” Cherry beamed, “if I get mugged or something, I’m going back up to full size, then I’m having a snack.”

Timothy chuckled, “you’re just going to go full Grand Lamia in the middle of a city? You know you can’t just eat someone, even if they’re a criminal, right?”

Cherry shrugged, “that’s just petty human morality!”

“Cherry you’ve lived most of your life in the human world, I don’t think a court will buy that if you eat a mugger,” Timothy teased.

“I’m just kidding,” Cherry said with a sigh, “obviously I wouldn’t eat anyone…” she leaned up to Timothy’s ear, “Unless they wanted me to,” she whispered with a giggle.

Timothy gulped, feeling his hair stand on end. It was always hard to tell when Cherry was kidding or when she was serious, the two had certainly had some intimate moments together during the times when she’d been at human size, but everything else aside the two had never quite made the leap from friends to lovers, no matter how much Timothy might have longed for it.

Are we finally going to make that jump? He wondered.

“L-Let’s go tour campus!” he said quickly, changing the subject, “I want to show you the bio-magic building at least, it’s really fascinating stuff!”

Cherry had a slightly disappointed look on her face, but followed after him.

…

“This is one of the bio-magic labs,” Timothy explained, leading her in.

In many ways the bio-magic lab wasn’t terribly different from a normal chemistry lab like Cherry had seen back in high school. Plain black tables, Bunsen burners, and test tubes waited in perfectly arranged racks. There were a few differences though, each table held a crystal ball, and along with the standard chemical shower in the corner was a glass box with a vial of holy water and a pitcher of rock salt reading “BREAK IN CASE OF DAEMONIC INCURSION.”

“It’s pretty cool,” Cherry said, looking around the room, “I don’t have enough magic to light a candle though, so I’m probably going to look into something else.”

“Fair enough,” Timothy shrugged, “still a little understanding of magical theory can-“

He was interrupted as the door behind them opened. A stern looking woman in her thirties with black hair started as she saw them, then gave a polite smile.

“Why Timothy, the new semester doesn’t begin until next week, aren’t you here a little early?”

“I was just showing my friend here around campus,” Timothy said with a nod, “Cherry, this is Professor Ironwood, the bio-magic department’s master witch!”

“Where do you want this stuff?” a female voice called from behind her. A moment later an Arachne entered the room, hoisting several boxes over her shoulder in a bag made of translucent silver webbing. The spider-woman had long pale blond hair, and a superior looking smirk as she took in the pair.

“Hey Ironwood,” another voice called, “These crystals are kind of heavy, can we pull the car around instead of walking them through the parking lot?” This time the speaker was a cat-creature, with fur covering her body and a tail playfully flicking back and forth as she placed some boxes on one of the tables.

“These are my teaching assistants, Tabitha and Jaimie,” Ironwood said, nodding to the Arachne and the Cait-Sith respectively. “We’re setting up some things for the first few weeks of class.”

“Cool,” Timothy said, “We’ll get out of your way.”

“Not so fast,” Professor Ironwood said with a smile, “Cherry, was it? Would you happen to be a magic student? Bio-Magic is one of the leading magical fields right now…”

“Oh, no I’m not really talented like that,” Cherry said with a shrug.

“You should let me test your DNA,” Ironwood said, waving her over to one of the work stations, “it’s a simple thing, a combination of several scrying spells with knowledge of genetics, I can determine if you have any hidden potential.”

“Well, I suppose it could be neat just to see,” Cherry said, holding her fingertip out.

Ironwood smiled, pressing Cherry’s finger firmly against one of the crystal balls. She tapped her own finger against it, muttering a few words under her breath as the spell began. There was a flash within the crystal ball, and a moment later a swirling DNA helix appeared within it. Ironwood frowned, parsing the information, and then a second later it was gone.

“It doesn’t appear as though you’ve the makings of a witch,” Ironwood said with a small smile.

Cherry shrugged and smiled, “Oh well, thanks anyway! Come on Timothy, you wanted to show me your place?”

The pair left, leaving the professor and her teaching assistants alone. Professor Ironwood narrowed her eyes, tapping the crystal ball again and bringing Cherry’s DNA back into focus.

“Something wrong?” Tabitha asked, her chitinous legs scuttling beneath her as she glanced into the crystal.

“That lamia, she’s got the Grima gene,” Ironwood said with a smile, “I should have known from those rounded ears of hers… She’s half human, and better yet she’s not just a Lamia, she’s a Grand Lamia.”

“So do you want us to grab her?” The Cait Sith asked, cocking her head and letting her feline ear twitch curiously.

“Not yet,” Ironwood muttered, “I’ve got preparations that would need to be made first, and we need to finish our experiments on the other Grima gene test subjects before I’m willing to take the next step.” She smiled, “She seems to be good friends with our dear Timothy, that should make it easy to keep track of her.”

“That kid’s only got a year of college spells under his belt, shouldn’t be too much trouble,” Jaimie said with a shrug.

“Try not to hurt him if it comes down to it,” Ironwood said, waving dismissively, “he’s one of my more promising students.”

…

“Thanks for letting me stay with you for a fewyou a few days,” Cherry said as she brought her roller bag into Timothy’s apartment. “My apartment should be ready sometime next week, the moving truck with my furniture fell through and I had to get a new one.”

“Hey, what are friends for?” Timothy said with a smile.

His place was a one bedroom with a small kitchen, living room, and balcony setup. It was nicely furnished, though like many college students his walls were rather bare save for a few posters hastily purchased from the university bookstore.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” he volunteered, “you can have my bed-“

“Nope,” Cherry giggled, cutting him off. She slithered up to him, looking him in the eyes. Her tail curled around him from behind, the point tapping the center of his back and all but forcing him into her arms. The massive pillows of her chest pressed against his front, causing him to blush as the snake-woman brushed her short hair behind her ear, meeting his eyes with a smirk.

“Cherry?” he whispered.

“I thought about waiting a week and asking you on a date or something,” she said, draping her arms around him, “but now that we’re here, alone, at your place?” She chuckled, “it seems like a waste of time, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I kind of had the same idea… asking you out in like a week I mean.”

“This time we’re dating for real,” Cherry continued, “none of that friends who accidentally kiss now and then stuff.”

“It used to go a little further than kissing,” Timothy muttered.

“Yeah,” Cherry sighed with a wistful smile, “but it’s a good place to start back up again!” He grunted as she coiled tightly around him again, causing him to fall over as the lamia locked lips with him, her long tongue reaching into his mouth and exploring it as they rolled around on the floor together. She came up with a pant, letting her immense breasts heave up and down slowly like ripe low hanging fruit as she grinned down at her captive. Her arms pinned his wrists to the floor, and her tail tightened around his legs, locking them together in an inescapable grip.

“Do I need to use the ice again?” he asked with a wry grin.

“Let’s see you focus on getting a spell off with these in your face,” she growled. She released his hands, rearing her human top half upright as she pulled her shirt over her head. She grinned as she felt his manhood stiffen in his pants, pressing against her tightly coiled tail as she reached behind her back. The *click* of her bra releasing echoed through the apartment as the garment fell to the floor, and from the look on Timothy’s face she knew that he wouldn’t be using his magic to escape her this time.

They’re bigger than any other girl’s I’ve ever met, he thought dreamily, letting his hands wander upwards to fondle them. Cherry giggled, arching her head back in a pleasured motion as he squeezed her breasts, letting his thumbs slip over the erect nipples and sending tingles of pleasure racing down her spine and along her tail.

“That’s good,” she whispered, “keep playing with them!” He obliged, feeling the almost massaging coiling and releasing motion of her tail along his body as each spark of sensation caused her to react in turn. “You’d have never made it five minutes being hunted by Lamia!” Cherry laughed, “this is such a classic hunting technique for the standard size ones, let a poor dumb horny human play with your tits, then get him off so he’s too tired to resist when you drag him back to the den!” She loosened her coils slightly, letting the mesmerized human continue to play with her breasts as she reached down for the fly of his pants. She drew the zipper down, reaching inside and quickly bringing out his erect manhood.

“Oh god,” he groaned, bucking helplessly against the snake woman’s scaly lower half as she began a slow and steady stroke.

“Come on, try to get away,” Cherry teased, “I want to see if I could have cut it as a Standard Lamia!”

Timothy gritted his teeth, forcing his hands away from the soft melon sized tits overhead and down onto her thick tail. For a few moments he struggled as best he could, feeling the muscles of her tail writhe as they rolled along the carpet, the scaley appendage easily matching each of his movements, rising and falling with his own strength instinctively to keep him from wriggling away. He found himself panting and exhausted, meanwhile Cherry was only amused, despite managing to shift her slightly, he hadn’t even troubled her enough to make him release his erection, and she stroked faster with a low laugh as she saw the exhaustion on his face.

“Nope, it’s just no good, my tail’s stronger than your whole body, isn’t it?” she adjusted her position, rolling the coiled human’s back until he was facing up at her again. “I guess you should just give up, if you were a primitive human out hunting, you’d just have to start getting used to life as my tribe’s new mate.” She grabbed his hands, drawing them back up to her breasts, giggling as he fell quickly back into his motion of toying with them. “I guess you’re lucky we’re all friends these days, huh Timothy?” With the final taunt her hand’s motion across his manhood reached a fever pitch, and he cried out, writhing feebly against the iron grip of the coiled tail as he came, shooting his pearly white seed across Cherry’s bright red scales. She kept going for a few minutes, holding him tightly in place and enjoying the way he trembled.

“S-Sorry if I got it on your uh…” he gulped as he looked at the wetness he’d spattered across her tail.

“Don’t be,” Cherry giggled, slowly releasing him and letting him fall to the carpeted floor with a soft thud. “I’ve heard some of the people on Lamia Lovers say it’s good for your scales to rub it in… then again that could just be a rumor horny humans started.” She reached down, playfully smearing the goo across her tail, then lifting her finger to her mouth and sucking it slightly, savoring the salty taste.

“So, you’d keep me as your tribe’s mate?” Timothy teased, reaching down to zip his pants back up.

“Maybe,” Cherry said with a teasing smile. “Standard Lamia can actually swallow humans whole, it’s just kind of a big meal for them, us Grand Lamia though? Well, you’ve seen me at full size before, so you can imagine how easy it is for us .”

“I can,” he said with a frown. He’d only ever seen Cherry’s full-sized form once, when visiting her at the preserve over the summer when they were younger. Even though she was a friend he’d known since grade school, it had been an intimidating thing to see her towering over a hundred feet tall, and something deep in his psyche had been very aware that it was his natural predator smiling down at him and greeting him as he’d stepped off the bus.

“It’s too bad there aren’t any open spaces around here for me to just let loose, Cherry sighed, “I guess I’ll just have to slip you a shrinking potion at some point, then we can play food chain on the living room floor.”

“What are the rules of ‘food chain?’” Timothy asked with a wry grin.

“They’re pretty easy to figure out,” Cherry said with a wink, tracing her hand over her toned belly for a moment. “On that topic, are there any good restaurants around here? I’m famished.”

“There’s a steak restaurant at the bottom floor of this building actually,” Timothy said, “There’s a Middle-Eastern takeout place too, and there’s just about everything else within a few blocks, the college students support a lot of restaurants I guess.”

“Good,” Cherry sighed happily, “We Lamia really need a lot more protein than you humans do, no matter what our size is… can you run down and get me some kebabs?” She gestured down to her tail, still glistening slightly from his cum, “I need to go clean off!”

…

The next few days saw the school year start, with both of them falling into the easy routine of the early semester classes. Cherry and Timothy spent the evenings together, rewatching cartoons from their childhood and laughing at shared jokes, and having a familiar face around made the transition a smooth and easy one, in truth Cherry almost didn’t want her furniture to arrive at her new apartment, she’d grown quite used to the warmth Timothy’s body provided at night when she was coiled around him.

For Timothy’s part the second year of studies in Bio-Magic was more rigorous than the first, and he quickly threw himself into the mastery of potions and elixirs, part of the unit Professor Ironwood was having them cover before they would move into the workings of magical bodily systems later in the year.

“So, what are you making? Invisibility potion?” Cherry asked one evening, eyeing the bubbling mixture on their stove.

Timothy’s face turned red, “No ah, nothing like that, it’s just a basic one that impacts certain bodily functions…” He cleared his throat, “believe it or not, magic isn’t always the best approach to a medical or biological issue, so part of Bio-Magic is determining whether to pursue a magical or a mundane remedy, or mixing the two together. This particular potion is a much better approach than the mundane options for example, and would be used unless the patient in question couldn’t be exposed to magic for whatever reason…”

“Neat,” Cherry said, “I’m learning about the history of the Return of Magic, did you know Unicorns are magical creatures?”

Timothy frowned, “Really? What about horses?”

“Nope, I guess humans always had horses,” Cherry said with a shrug, “you’d think the two would be related, but nope.” She eyed the potion again, “What did you say this potion treats again?”

“Oh nothing,” he deflected again. He glanced at the brew, nodding as he saw it reach the correct consistency. He hovered his hand over it, his fingers sparking with magic as he made sure the enchantments were correct. With a nod he pulled it off the stove burner, pouring about half of the mixture into a prepared glass bottle with a rubber stopper. “I’ll be back in an hour,” he said, placing his bottle in his backpack, “I’ve got to turn this in for grading.”

Cherry watched him go, then curiously turned to the remaining potion he’d been preparing in a saucepan on their stove. Idly she slithered over to his open textbook, skimming the pages.

Lactation potion? She read with a giggle. That would explain why he was so reluctant to discuss it… She read further, her eyes lingering on the effects and directions for use.

…

Timothy returned to find that Cherry had graciously cleaned the kitchen for him, and the pair relaxed on the couch after eating dinner, a pair of takeout cheeseburgers he’d brought back after returning from campus. As the evening wound down, he wandered into his bathroom to brush his teeth before bed, squeezing some of the minty fluid onto his toothbrush as usual.

That’s odd, he thought as the bristles made contact with his teeth, there’s a weird taste? He pulled his toothbrush out of his mouth, staring at it curiously. The taste had been medicinal and sweet, like children’s cough syrup.

He was still pondering the issue when he realized the toothbrush was slipping in his hand, growing larger, and so were his clothes. By the time he looked up at the mirror and saw his shocked expression dipping lower, his t-shirt was hanging off of him.

“Hey Timothy,” Cherry giggled, slithering into the bathroom doorway. She clapped her hands to her cheeks in mock horror, “Oh no! Someone must have accidentally slipped a shrinking potion into your toothpaste! Who could have done such a thing!”

Timothy smirked, “I wonder?” he bolted past her, leaping over her tail as his pants and underwear fell away. He threw his shirt over his head, letting it go too as he sprinted, naked and three feet tall, across the apartment.

He’d known Cherry would try to shrink him at some point, and he’d wanted to keep things interesting by preparing countermeasures. He glanced back at her with a smug grin as he reached his kitchen, throwing open a drawer and reaching up inside as his height continued to dwindle. He froze, patting around in the drawer and not finding what he was looking for. A moment later and his hand slipped out of it, his height having diminished too much for him to reach it.

“I did a little reorganizing when I cleaned the kitchen earlier,” Cherry commented, slithering up behind him. He gulped as he looked up at the now much larger snake-girl, who returned his gaze with a smug smirk. She reached up, opening one of the upper cabinets above the counter, revealing his anti-shrinking potion, sitting on a high shelf and impossible to reach now.

“How small are you making me?” he sighed with a defeated smile.

“Don’t worry about it,” she winked, “you’ll know when you stop shrinking… and since you’re naked, it would be pretty rude not for me to take my clothes off!” She slipped her shirt over her head, tossing it away and letting him take in a pair of breasts that now hovered over him like meteors, larger than his entire body as he continued to dwindle. She reached down and pulled off her skirt, revealing the slitted pink opening right above where the red scales of her tail began.

Timothy gulped as he looked up at the massive globes overhead, “Cherry, are your boobs uh…”

“Bigger?” She giggled, “Yeah, fuller, you might say… I decided to sample some of what you were brewing up for your class, I hope you don’t mind.”

“You sampled the,” his eyes went wide, “Oh…”

“They’re pretty sensitive,” Cherry muttered, biting her lip as the tiniest dribble of pale white milk began to leak from each of her breasts.

Timothy watched, spellbound, as a drop of her milk dropped from the tip of her erect nipple, splashing him in the center of his forehead. He realized suddenly that he’d finally stopped shrinking, and if he had to guess she’d left him at around two and a half feet tall, give or take an inch, which was bigger than he’d expected.

“I’m going to need my human mate to empty these for me,” she pouted, circling her fingers over her nipples, causing them to wetten slightly as she spread the milk around.

Timothy couldn’t even summon the will to run as her hands stretched down for him, gripping him on either side of his body like a stuffed animal and pinning his arms to his  sides. She gave him a warm smile as she slithered her way over to the couch, reclining on it and resting her tail across the cushions with the end dangling over the side playfully.

“So, you want me to-“ he started, but he was cut off as Cherry brought him to her chest, slamming the first nipple into his mouth and cutting off his question. The warm silky taste of her milk quickly filled his mouth, and he suckled eagerly as the warm titflesh pressed against the rest of his face. A pair of Cherry’s fingers came up behind his head, holding it in place as he drained her of the precious fluid, her other hand cupped under his lower body to give him support.

“That feels soooo good,” Cherry drawled, “I had no idea how sore these things were going to get after drinking that potion.” She bit her lower lip, tensing as the tip of her tail swayed back and forth in an almost wagging motion. “This is another one of those tasks a good human mate could do,” she muttered, fighting to keep her thoughts coherent as the suckling sensation sent waves of bliss through her, “H-He could drain all the Lamia that need it! Oh god-“ She panted, unable to finish the thought.

Timothy was doing his best to keep up with the torrential flow of the rich milk, and he wondered just how much of the potion she’d drank.

Those lactation potions have a stronger effect the more endowed a woman already is, he remembered, and Cherry was already close to an E-Cup…

“And now the other one,” Cherry moaned, interrupting his thoughts as she pulled him free of her right breast.

Timothy only had a moment to take in the massive size of the left breast before he was forced onto it, the same as he had its twin moments ago. A fresh spurt of warm, heavenly milk shot down his throat, causing him to suck greedily as he felt it fill his stomach.

“Good human,” she cooed overhead, closing her eyes and basking in the sensation of worship as he drank deeply, “you’re the best mate ever, I could never eat you!”

That’s reassuring, he thought wryly, gulping down mouthful after mouthful as the stream increased.

Finally, just as his belly was beginning to become uncomfortably full of the sloshing milk, the torrent began to slow, finally only a few dribbles remained, which he sucked greedily from her in spite of his full stomach. Cherry’s rumbling sigh vibrated the velvety soft skin of her breasts against his face, and a rich milky smell hung in his nose as she pulled him away, grinning down at him.

“That was fun,” she smirked, “Maybe I’ll have to try those potions again sometime… What do you think of a more liquid focused diet Timothy?”

“Uhm…” he gulped, “I guess it tastes pretty good…”

“With how much of it you slurped down it had better,” she chuckled, running her fingertip down his bare chest, resting it on his belly. He grunted as she poked it hard, causing him to realize just how full he was.

“Careful,” he warned, “I don’t want to-“ he let out a small burp suddenly, his face going red with embarrassment as Cherry laughed uproariously.

“Okay,” she wheezed, finally gaining control of herself, “I have some more work for my tiny human mate to do.” She rolled over onto her back, reaching to the side of the couch where her purse was laying against the felt. Her hand came back up with a bottle of shrinking potion, and he eyed her warily as she dabbed a few drops onto her finger tip.

“What are you planning?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Potential human mates don’t get to ask those questions!” she giggled, bringing her wet finger towards his mouth.

“ Potential human mates?” he asked with a laugh.

“Yeah, maybe I haven’t decided whether to keep you or eat you yet?” she teased, “now open wide!”

He did so, almost gagging as her massive finger slid into his mouth, scraping the wet drops of the shrinking potion along his tongue. She slid the digit out quickly, and before his eyes she started to grow once more, expanding upwards over him until she was a true giant, looming over him excitedly. Her hand went down to her slit, slowly fingering herself as the pink wetness within glistened.

“Just about right,” she muttered, watching him finally stop shrinking when he was around the size of a Ken doll.

About right for what? He wanted to ask, but he got his answer as she slowly rotated him, holding him upside down with his head facing her glistening womanhood.

“You got it all worked up with all of that sucking,” she said in a breathy voice, “I think you’ll slide right in!”

He gulped, taking a deep breath and bracing himself as she brought his body down. The wetness of her opening met his head, the slimy goo quickly soaking his hair and plastering it to his scalp as she pressed him in. Her lips parted to greet his body, and he felt the fleshy tunnel mold around him, eager to swallow him up as the light disappeared from the world.

“Oh man,” Cherry grunted, pressing him deeper, “I s-should have made you a little smaller!” she licked her lips, letting her insides grip Timothy’s body and pull it in deeper. She eased him in, gripping his midsection and his legs, lowering him down and feeding him in at a slow and steady pace as her womanhood lubricated him and eagerly sucked him in deeper.

For Timothy the slow process was oddly satisfying, like sliding into a tight sleeping bag. As he gasped for breath, he found that, while it was hot, and smelled thickly of Cherry’s arousal, the air was breathable. His arms were pinned tightly against his sides as his elbows were swallowed up, and the monstrous pussy continued to rumble against him, each contraction drawing him a little further in as Cherry guided his legs from outside.

“Almost done,” she whispered, straightening his legs as a loud *schlicking* motion rang out while the last of his body was consumed. She shivered, watching his hips slide in, only leaving his two legs outside. She bit her lip, pinning Timothy’s legs together with her fingers and increasing the pressure, forcing him in up to the knees.

As his pelvis had slid inside the motion of his erect manhood against the silky wet walls of Cherry’s pussy had been magical, and he felt himself wiggling slightly, trying to grind himself against the soft sides of his prison. As he felt the wetness swallowing up his ankles, her vaginal walls tightened in response to his motions, almost as if pinning him in place to show him how helpless he truly was.

“Annd… goodbye!” Cherry panted, tapping the soles of his feet as they disappeared from sight, sliding inside of her. She gasped, collapsing against the couch as she felt the foot tall human squirming feebly inside her, tickling the most intimate parts of her womanhood and sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body. “Whew,” she laughed, fingering herself slightly as she enjoyed the feeling of fullness that came from keeping him inside of her.

This isn’t so bad, Timothy thought, groaning into the darkness of her womb as he was slurped further inside, the sensation nearly bringing him to orgasm as the walls shuffled him further in with each spasm. The feeling of warmth and safety was overpowering, and while there was immense pressure on him from all sides, the walls were soft, and as he was seemingly settled into the depths of her nethers, they tightened around him, cradling each part of his body in a pleasant way. He finally came as his manhood was squeezed, seemingly in time with the low drumbeat of her heart from somewhere overhead.

Outside Cherry writhed on the couch, enjoying the way that the final throes of Timothy’s orgasm brought her own over the edge of climax. She groaned, laying back on the couch and enjoying the final waves while she relaxed, patting her lower belly and just barely feeling the solidness of her mate within.

“Okay,” she sighed, grunting as she sat upright. “I think I’m going to go out.” Inside her Timothy squirmed, obviously questioning what she meant. “Of course, you’re staying in there,” she laughed, “it’s not like anyone will see you, and I don’t think I’m letting you out of there until tomorrow…” She tapped her chin a moment, “Definitely not until lunch, you don’t have any morning classes on Fridays, right?”

There was a wild squirming in response to that, and she giggled as the motion sent new waves of excitement through her body.

“Careful,” she warned, “if you make me cum again, I’ll only squeeze you tighter!”

She casually reached down for her skirt, buttoning it back on, hiding her lower half from view. By the time she got dressed nobody would be able to tell that deep within her womb, her human mate was trapped, safely out of sight of the world and bringing her pleasure every time he moved.

I could use a dessert, she decided, slithering out the door and trying to decide between ice cream or a cookie from the bakery across the street.

…

The next month was a pleasant time for Timothy and Cherry, although her furniture arrived and allowed her to finally move into her own apartment, she still found herself spending a lot of time at Timothy’s. Spending the night was a regular occurrence, and their odd games continued. Timothy began warily checking any of his food or drinks for seal breaks, and Cherry enjoyed the challenge of finding new ways to slip him shrinking potions and keep him small for her amusement.

On campus a pair of students disappeared, a pixy sophomore, and a human freshman. The police put up posters, and for a few days there were extra police patrols through campus. In truth though it didn’t concern Cherry or Timothy overly, both usually went to and from campus together, and never went there after dark. Still, Cherry kept her bottle of anti-shrinking potion close at hand, regularly checking it along with her wallet and keys in her purse before she would leave for the day. Timothy found himself researching a handful of combat spells, simple things really, but enough that he figured he would be able to handle himself for a few minutes.

Timothy was preparing to leave his lecture one day, when Professor Ironwood approached him, “Ah, Timothy,” she began with a smile, “your studies are coming along well, is your friend the Lamia settling into the human world okay?”

“I think so,” Timothy said with a shrug, “She’s been a little homesick lately, her little sister just hatched, but she’s not going back home to see her family until the winter holidays.”

“Unfortunate,” Ironwood said with a shrug, “but that’s the nature of moving away from home… Tell me, does she by chance have a human father?”

“Yeah,” Timothy said, “how’d you know?”

“Just thinking about the ears,” Ironwood said with a shrug, “very rare for a lamia of any size to have rounded human ones…” She hesitated a moment, as if wondering if she should chance asking something. She is a grand Lamia, isn’t she? Using a shrinking potion to attend no doubt?”

“Two for two,” Timothy said, hefting his bookbag, “Any reason you’re so interested in Cherry?”

“I just enjoy the diversity of the student body,” Ironwood lied with a smile.

She watched the class clear out, waiting until she was alone with her two teaching assistants. A few minutes later she heard the lab’s sink turn on by itself, quickly filling with a translucent blue slime-girl.

“Nice of you to join us Slora,” Ironwood said sternly.

The slime girl giggled, instantly transforming into a perfect copy of Ironwood, sitting on the lab’s counter, “I’m still figuring out the pipes in this place.”

“I don’t like you wearing my figure,” Ironwood said, waving her hand. A fizzing spark of electricity washed over the slime, who winced as her blue liquid form returned.

There was a rumbling at the back of the room as the last TA entered, ducking under the doorway and snorting angrily as his horns still caught on it. The minotaur wore an elaborate suit jacket and tie, a sharp contrast to his otherwise bestial appearance.

“And Eric, that rounds out the group,” Ironwood said with a smile. “It’s time to move into the final phase of the plan.

Jaimie bounded over to her, her catlike tail swishing as she cocked her head with a mischievous grin.

“You want us to do it tonight, don’t you?” the Cait-Sith asked.

“Of course she wants to do it tonight,” Tabitha drawled, casually spinning her webbing between her fingers in a game of cat’s cradle, “We’ve finally perfected the serum, if the latest test subject is anything to go by.”

“Indeed,” Ironwood said with a wicked grin, “Grab the Lamia girl, Slora? I want you to disguise yourself as her, keep Timothy busy and away from campus.”

“On it,” the slime girl said, grinning as she quickly took the form of a red scaled Lamia.

“From what we’ve seen following her, the Lamia usually spends the late afternoon in the library,” Tabitha said, “then she meets Timothy when his final lecture lets out, and they walk back to their apartment complex together.”

“Cute,” Ironwood muttered, “There’s an old steam tunnel under the library, it should be easy to get her to our lab without anyone seeing.”

The four monstrous teaching assistants all grinned, heading out the doors to carry out their parts of the plan. Ironwood just grinned, imagining the unimaginable power waiting for her at the end of it all.

…

While it was a popular study spot for students, the library tended to reach a lull in activity late in the afternoons in between the departure of the students studying there in the morning and the arrival of the students who would meet there in the evening. Cherry had found an isolated study room in the far corner, past the classical works section, and she found it ideal for reading and completing her homework.

She stretched, looking at the clock and scowling, I wish Timothy’s classes didn’t go so late in the afternoon, she thought, glancing at her stack of textbooks. She stared at her laptop screen a moment, struggling to think of the best way to continue a paper, then sighed and closed the document.

I need a bit of a break, she thought with a grin, a little refresher, then right back to that paper!

She was lying to herself of course, it was likely that she’d be goofing off on the internet at least until Timothy’s class let out, and then probably continue doing so for an hour after getting home. She licked her lips nervously, looking around the library to make sure that she was far from anyone else. When she was sure no other students or staff could be seen, she slowly typed “SNEKKED.COM” in the address bar, her eyes darting up hesitantly with each click.

When she was satisfied she was truly alone, she hit the enter key with a triumphant smile, watching the site load. Her eyes went wide as she saw the site banner proclaim “RECORD BREAKING: MOST HUMANS IN ONE LAMIA”

A world record? She thought as she clicked the link.

“Greetings sisssters,” a silver scaled lamia waved at the camera, “we’re here on the Savannah Grand Lamia Preserve where we’ve flown in humies from all over the world to break the record for the most humans ever inside one Lamia’s stomach!”

Cherry leaned in excitedly, watching the camera pan over the long line of smiling and waving humans. Most were well built young men, as the SNEKKED models always were, and at the end was a towering Grand Lamia with gold scales and blond hair, giggling excitedly as the camera crew came up to her.

“Hi, I’m Goldy,” she giggled, “I’ve been doing these videos for years now, I’m sure if you’re watching this you’ve seen some of my work!”

It was true, Cherry felt herself getting wet with arousal at the thought of some of the videos the gold lamia had filmed. Grand Lamia videos on SNEKKED often ended with at least one human inside of the giant snake-girl’s gut, but Goldy in particular was known for the act, relishing chasing down small crowds of fleeing humans and popping them into her mouth one after the other. No humans ever really got hurt in SNEKKED videos of course, Lamia could easily regurgitate almost anything in their system, and their digestion was slow, allowing plenty of time to enjoy the feeling of a squirming human inside before having to release them.

I’m going to do it to Timothy soon, she thought to herself, giggling at the idea. She’d thought about inviting him home with her over the winter, doing it at her full size, but another part of her wondered if she could wait that long, in that case her dear mate would find himself dipped in a bowl of ranch dressing very soon…

“Okay, let’s put the humans in!” Goldy called.

Cherry watched as the long line of humans entered a large clear glass container with an open top. She felt her excitement rise as she realized the intent, and a moment later a pair of standard sized lamia slithered to the enclosure’s door, making a big show of locking it behind the last man.

They can’t get away now, Cherry thought excitedly.

“So, the record for most humans in one Lamia’s belly is eleven,” Goldy said with a grin, sidling up to the massive glass prison, “Those of you at home are going to have to keep count for me, I feel like I might lose track in the excitement.”

She reached in, grabbing the first man, a fit looking blond who struggled in her grip as she held him up over her open mouth. She dropped him, and the camera zoomed in on his flailing body for a moment before Goldy caught him in her mouth, gulping him down in one smooth motion. There was a small bulge in her throat as the man slid downward, disappearing into her toned belly.

“That’s one,” Goldy sighed, licking her lips and reaching back into the glass cage.

Cherry watched, spellbound, as the humans pushed against one another and playfully tried not to be the one selected. This time the loser was a tall black man, who screamed playfully as he went past Goldy’s lips, quickly meeting the same fate as the first.

This is amazing, Cherry thought, her mouth open as she took in the feeding frenzy.

Goldy’s eagerness was boiling over, and she giggled as she leaned into the cage, scooping up three humans at once. She shoved them into her mouth, muffling their startled cries as her cheeks pressed them together. The giant lamia concentrated for a momentconcentrated a moment , then forcefully swallowed, sending the trio down with a somewhat pained look, then with a smile she burped softly.

“Whew, those guys were fighters,” she chuckled, looking down into the increasingly empty tank.

As the humans were swallowed up one by one, the cage grew more open, giving the humans a chance to try to flee her approaching hand, but in the confined space they never managed to for very long. A small counter in the corner of the screen kept track of how many humans had been eaten, and it flashed gold suddenly as they crossed Eleven, counting up with each new human as the record was smashed.

“Oh wow,” Goldy muttered, patting her belly, which was bulging outward ever so slightly, “I never thought I’d say this, but… I think I’m tired of eating humans!”

The silver Lamia appeared again suddenly, looking up at her giant cousin with a grin, “Come on Goldy, there’s just one human volunteer left!”

The gold Lamia glanced at the cage, where a single man looked sheepishly up at her, “Well, I wouldn’t have wanted him to come all this way for nothing,” she laughed, reaching for him.

Cherry giggled as the final human disappeared into Goldy’s maw, and an applause sound effect played. The massive golden lamia groaned like someone leaving a Thanksgiving Dinner, and slowly lay down on the ground.

“And our final count was twenty-one humans,” the silver lamia called up to her, “a new world record!”

“That’s great!” Goldy yawned, “I’m kind of sleepy, I think I’ll just take a little nap…” she closed her eyes, and the silver lamia cleared her throat.

“Uh, Goldy, you should probably let those humans out before you-“ the loud snoring of the grand Lamia cut her off, and the silver one sighed, forcing a smile as she turned back to the camera. “Looks like our volunteers had better get cozy for a while, thanks for watching SNEKKED!”

Cherry nodded, eagerly logging in to leave a comment on the video

Unbeknownst to Cherry she was being watched, Tabitha scowled, clicking her chitinous spider legs in distaste as she peered up through a floor vent.

“Is she watching SNEKKED in the library?” Tabitha hissed, “Lamia are slaves to their carnal appetites.”

“Yeah,” Jaimie muttered, “Say, that video with the gold Lamia eating those guys, did you see what it was called?”

“Quiet,” Eric grumbled, “knock her out, then I’ll open the maintenance hatch.”

Tabith held out a hand, casting the enchantment to lower the room’s temperature. Lamia weren’t truly cold blooded, but they were far more vulnerable to cold than most creatures, and the right temperature could render them completely unconscious.

Cherry shivered, looking around the room in surprise, “Air conditioning must have kicked on,” she muttered. Pulling up the hood on her hoodie. The temperature kept dropping rapidly, and by the time Cherry realized something was wrong, she was yawning, struggling to keep her eyes open. “What’s going… on,” she grumbled, tumbling out of her chair and sprawling on the floor.

There was a clanking sound as a section of the wall slid away. With a grunt the minotaur pried open the old access hatch, a relic from the university’s original construction nearly a century ago. The old steam tunnels had proved a useful thoroughfare for Ironwood and her assistants, and students had been abducted from all over campus without anyone being the wiser.

Slora quickly shifted her slimy body into Cherry’s form as the other three dragged her into the tunnel, smiling as she picked up Cherry’s things. She’d only need to fool Timothy into staying away from campus for a few hours, for whatever reason Ironwood had a soft spot for the boy it seemed.

How hard could that be? She thought with a chuckle, a dumb human boy like him probably won’t even notice his beloved snake is acting strange.

…

Timothy frowned as he looked at Cherry’s text, Meet me at your place! It read. He sighed, I told her we shouldn’t be going around campus alone, he thought, a little annoyed. As he gripped the doorknob he frowned, there was an odd goo on it. For a moment he thought it might be another of Cherry’s shrinking pranks, but as he wiped it on his pants, he realized it was familiar.

Where have I felt that before? He thought, something from Bio-Magic class, I’m sure of it…

He walked into the apartment, “Cherry?” he asked curiously, “is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah,” she giggled, slithering over to him. “I just wanted to head home a little early,” she said. She licked her lips, uncharacteristically nervous, “Say cutie pie, why don’t we go have some fun in the bedroom?”

“Okay, what’s going on?” he asked with a frown, “are you trying to distract me from something?”

“Can’t a girl make love to her boyfriend without all these questions?” Cherry asked sweetly.

Boyfriend? Timothy suddenly remembered where he’d felt the material on the door before.

He forced a smile, “Yeah, I’m just being dumb, let’s go fuck, sound fun?”

“Hell yeah!” Cherry said eagerly, moving closer.

“Do you still like it when I tie you up?” Timothy asked, “you’re so submissive in bed, it’s crazy!”

“You’re just such a big strong man, I can’t resist you!” Cherry said in a breathy voice.

“Now I know you’re not her,” Timothy growled, shoving his hand into Cherry’s chest. It gave way, just as he knew it would, and “Cherry” looked at him in shock as his fingers curled around the spongy sphere of the slime’s core. “Show me your true form, or I’m roasting this thing,” he warned, heating the tips of his fingers with magic.

Cherry’s form disappeared with a ripple across the surface of her skin, replaced by a terrified slime girl, “Okay, okay! Don’t do anything crazy!”

“Where’s Cherry!?” he demanded angrily.

“W-We took her to Ironwood’s lab!”

“Professor Ironwood?” Timothy’s eyes went wide, “What’s she want with Cherry?”

“I-I don’t know exactly,” Slora stammered, “I was actually studying philosophy when she brought me on board, but she fixed all my grades to A’s, so-“

“You’re helping her kidnap people for A’s?” Timothy asked, disgusted.

“Well now that you say it like that,” Slora muttered.

He sighed, “Where’s this lab?”

“At the old steam tunnel nexus, right under the Bio-Sciences building!” she said, “please let my core go now!”

Timothy grinned, “Sure, just a second.” He dragged the slime girl by her core over to his kitchen, opening his pantry and searching for something. The slime girl’s eyes widened as he pulled out two boxes of lime gelatin mix.

“No, you can’t!” Slora protested, but with a flourish Timothy had already torn them open, pouring the mix into the slime girl’s body. He muttered a few spells, swirling her mass about and making her squeal in surprise, then he began cooling her body. Soon the slime was paralyzed as the gelatin set, looking at him with an outraged expression on her now lime-green face. He cast another spell, causing a telekinetic wave to push the slime towards the refrigerator. He opened the door, pushing the wiggling mass of green gelatin inside, then shut it.

“That should keep her in place until the police come,” Timothy muttered. He dialed them on his phone as he hurried out the door, he had no intention of waiting for a police response before going after Cherry.

…

Cherry groaned as she woke up, scowling as she saw she was shackled to a large examination table. Her tail was bound too, heavy chains keeping it from moving back and forth, and with an iron weight on the tip to keep her from wiggling out of it.

“Ah, awake I see,” Professor Ironwood chuckled as she readied a syringe and needle.

“What the hell is going on?” Cherry demanded, “Did you kidnap me?”

“With a little help,” Professor Ironwood admitted. “You’re just perfect to conclude my experiments at this university, you see I’m ready to move on to bigger and better things!”

“Aren’t you the department head?” Cherry asked curiously, “whatever this is, you’re throwing away your career for it!”

“This university has underpaid me,” she growled, “they’ve refused my recommendations, and when the time came to pick a new Dean? I was passed over!” she clenched a gloved fist, “magical studies are the core of this university, dammit! They gave the post to one of the computer science heads! It’s not fair! ” She sighed, “but do you know what really pushed me over the edge? The parking space Cherry, they gave it to the football coach, he’s a goblin Cherry, he doesn’t even drive…”

“Oh,” Cherry muttered, not sure what to say, “That sucks, but is it really worth doing all of this? Just get a new job!”

“Oh, it’s too late for that,” Ironwood laughed. She gestured around them, and Cherry gasped as she saw rows of glass prison cells, housing a number of magical creatures. She recognized some of them from the missing students posters, the magical ones at least, she gulped as she realized half the missing students were absent.”

“W-Where are the rest?” she asked, “the human ones…”

“They’re right here,” the professor chuckled, gesturing at the cages, “The Grima Gene is found within certain magical creatures with human ancestry, a bit of that original magical mutation that split you off on your own evolutionary trees…” She jabbed the needle into Cherry’s arm, causing the lamia to wince as she began taking a blood sample. “The thing about the gene is that it can be isolated, then applied to a living human! Resulting in a near perfect transformation into the creature it came from.”

Cherry’s eyes went wide, “So you’re saying-“

“Yes, half of these creatures in the cages were the human students,” Ironwood said, carrying Cherry’s blood sample to a large crystalline centrifuge. “I’ve been perfecting the transformation, readying it for myself.”

“She had some practice first,” Jaimie called, walking into the lab with Eric and Tabitha at her side, “We were all humans once, it’s kind of fun getting to pick exactly what kind of creature you want to be!”

“Indeed,” Tabitha chuckled, “I’ve found spinning webs suits me.”

“I like crushing stuff,” Eric, the minotaur, snorted with a grin.

“You’re all insane!” Cherry cried. “You’ll all go to jail for this!”

“No, I don’t think we will,” Ironwood grinned as the centrifuge prepared the serum. “You see, thesee the Grima gene has an interesting secondary effect, the transformed human’s magical potential will be amplified dramatically! For most humans it’s multiplying something so small that it doesn’t matter, but for a witch like myself?” She chuckled wickedly, “I’ll be able to do whatever I want! When I’ve had my fun in this city, I’ll teleport myself and minions somewhere and we’ll start our own little empire… It should be easy with the body of a Grand Lamia!”

There was a beep as the centrifuge finished the purification, and Ironwood began a series of incantations, causing it to glow as runes danced in the air.

“Prepare to meet your new goddess,” Ironwood said in a raspy voice, grabbing the hovering syringe.

“I don’t think so,” Timothy called, walking into the lab. His hands were glowing with elemental magic, and his hair was standing on end slightly as he readied the spells. “I heard the whole thing, the cops are on their way Professor, we’re getting these people out of here and you’re going to jail!”

“You’re too late!” she snarled, with a mad laugh she rolled up her sleeve, jabbing the syringe into it and pressing down on the plunger. “Now witness the power of-“ she was cut off by a ripping noise, she looked down in shock, seeing that her breasts had gone from a respectable C-cup, to massive comically large things, bursting through her shirt and jiggling in front of her. Her TA’s, and even Cherry and Timothy fought laughs, and she scowled, “This is merely the beginning of-“ her breasts expanded with a *pop* again, this time rolling in front of her, the size of cars as she cried out in surprise, buoyed by the massive mammaries. This time it was too much, and everyone watching burst into laughter.

“Uh, Professor, do you need help?” Jaimie managed; her catlike ears flat as she wiped a tear from her eye.

There was a rumbling sound, and a massive snakelike tail shout out next, the collective mirth soon turned to fear, and even her assistants began to back away in fear as the professor loomed up, cracking the ceiling as she grew. Now it was her turn to laugh, a cruel mocking sound as the building crumbled around her growing form.

Timothy managed to raise a magical shield over them, wincing as the rubble and plaster fell around them, stressing his magical abilities as he tried to keep everyone safe.

“For a minute there I was worried it really would just grow my breasts,” Professor Ironwood’s cruel voice mocked. She gazed down at them, now a hundred thirty-foot-tall grand lamia with scales as black as her hair. She was naked, her clothing having torn off her, and her eyes glowed with magical fury as storm clouds gathered overhead. “Now,” she rumbled, “I’m going to go have a little fun with this city and this university.” She waved dismissively at Timothy and Cherry, “clean up those two, I’ll return to collect you shortly.”

Timothy watched her slither away, cursing under his breath as he turned to her three remaining assistants, “Give up now!” he demanded.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Eric grunted, pounding his fist into his palm with a grin.

“Three on one seems like pretty good odds to me,” Tabitha said, summoning a trio of swirling fireballs.

Timothy waved his hand, and there was a loud shattering sound, “It’s not three on one,” he said with a grin as the various magical creatures, both formerly human and original, began to trudge out of their now ruined cells. “It’s more like twenty on three,” he finished.

The three assistants, nervously backed towards one another as minotaurs, lamia, pixies, goblins, and a dozen other creatures circled around them, angry looks on all of their faces.

The fight was brief and one-sided, and Timothy tried to ignore the wails of pain and defeat as he ran towards Cherry. With a muttered spell the chains clicked open, falling around her as the padlocks snapped apart. She sat up immediately, embracing Timothy as he leapt into her arms.

“Thanks for saving me!” Cherry beamed, “I’ll make it up to you…”

They heard the sound of sirens, then Ironwood’s mocking laughter as flames fell from the sky, smashing the police cars as the officers scattered. Gunshots, and even a few spells were launched at her, but nothing seemed to deter the massive Lamia sorceress.

“We’ve got to stop her,” Cherry muttered.

“Cherry, that’s not our-“

“I’m the only thing around here big enough to fight her,” Cherry insisted, “yeah, I don’t have magic, but I’ll bet it’s a lot harder to cast a spell when you’ve been punched in the mouth.”

Timothy sighed, reaching into his pocket and drawing out a small bottle, “Here it is, an anti-shrinking potion,” he muttered. He smiled sadly, “I actually had this because I was sure you’d slip a shrinking potion into my dinner tonight.”

“I was going to,” she admitted, taking it from him. “Bottoms up!” she downed the vial in a few quick gulps.

“I’m coming with you!” Timothy shouted, hugging her tight.

“Yeah you are!” Cherry laughed as her body expanded outward, the twin mountains of her breasts washing over Timothy and trapping him between them as the second Grand Lamia rose into the sky.

“Oh look,” Professor Ironwood laughed as she spotted a small local fish restaurant, “It’s the place that said my coupon was expired!” She lifted her massive black tail, slamming it through the restaurant’s roof and savoring the sound of twisting metal and breaking glass.

She heard a roaring battle cry, and her eyes went wide as she was tackled from the side. Ironwood grunted in pain as she hit the ground, her face crashing through the pavement and leaving an indent.

“You are so petty!” Cherry roared, raising her fist up and delivering a haymaker into Ironwood’s cheek, “parking spots, coupons? What kind of person turns evil over little things like that!”

“The little things add up!” Ironwood roared, opening her mouth and letting a blast of magical fire send Cherry flying backwards. She slammed against the side of a large office building, and people ran screaming out of it as she slumped against the side, groaning.

“Cherry,” Timothy shouted from between her breasts, “Get me close, I’ve got a plan!”

“Right,” Cherry muttered, rearing herself up again. She took a deep breath, then rushed at Ironwood again. Bolts of blue lightning cracked toward her, Cherry deftly dodged each one, slithering up the side of a nearby building and then leaping off just as the spot she’d been was blasted to melted steel. Her tail stretched out, wrapping around Ironwood’s and rolling her into an open park, snapping the trees like toothpicks as the pair of Lamia wrestled for dominance.

Timothy saw his chance, and leapt from Cherry’s breasts down into the professor’s open mouth. She felt him bounce onto her tongue, and her eyes went wide as she realized what had happened. She opened her mouth once, letting Cherry gasp as she saw Timothy resting in her foe’s mouth, then with a triumphant laugh, reared her head back and swallowed.

“NO!” Cherry howled.

Timothy felt the muscles of the lamia’s throat compress around him, squeezing him downward and snuffing out any attempt at resistance he made. He grunted as he dropped into the open pit of her stomach, already beginning to churn the watery mass inside in anticipation of his arrival.

“He was delicious,” Ironwood teased, “I can see why Lamia love eating human boys so much, but this one won’t be coming back up!”

Cherry raised her hand to strike Ironwood againgain , but with a flick of her wrist the witch sent Cherry flying with a scream. This time Cherry was back up immediately, racing to engage Ironwood again.

“Give it up girl,” Ironwood laughed, “You can’t possibly beat me!” The backhanded slap that met the professor’s jaw a split second later made Cherry feel better, but as the witch’s eyes glowed with fell energies, she felt a sense of doubt beginning to overwhelm her.

“I’m going to roast you alive-“ Ironwood stopped, shivering, “I’m going to…” she rubbed her arms, feeling goosebumps pop up, “It’s so damned cold here,” she muttered, “I’m moving somewhere warm the second I… Oh, Oh no…” her eyes fluttered, and she swayed. A moment later she collapsed to the ground with a boom, shaking the pavement.

Cherry lowered her fists curiously, then put her finger on the professor’s stomach. It came away cold, and she grinned.

Inside the professor’s house sized stomach, Timothy was casting cooling spells, enhancing them and slowly sapping the giant Lamia’s energy. He collapsed into the now slushy pool of her stomach with a sigh, hopeful that his efforts would be enough. From the way the battle outside had ceased, he guessed that they’d won.

The police rolled up, a swat team and several wizards surrounding the now comatose Professor Ironwood. A few of them nervously approached Cherry, who waved sheepishly, she tried to cover her breasts with one arm, a feeble gesture after the battle that had taken place.

“We uh, thank you for your help,” the SWAT captain said with a nod.

“You’re welcome,” Cherry said, “Can you send a rescue team in for my friend though?”

“Where’s he at?” the captain asked, “we’ll get him right away.”

“He’s in her stomach,” Cherry said casually, pointing at Ironwood.

“Ah,” the captain muttered, “I think we’ve got suits for that now…”

…

Strawberry held the newest member of her family in her arms, a bright green young Lamia named Spearmint. With a sigh she stroked her daughter’s hair as she glared angrily at Cherry through the videochat screen.

“Cherry, why is my daughter giant and fighting a professor on the news? In the nude no less.”

“Mom!” Cherry protested, “It’s not like I brought any giant-sized clothes! And it wasn’t my fault, she tried to kidnap me!”

“Am I supposed to believe you and Timothy just happened to stumble upon an evil plan like this?” Strawberry grumbled.

“We did!” Cherry swore.

“Let it go dear,” Matteo laughed, hugging his wife and waving to his daughter. “All’s well that ends well, isn’t that what we say? I mean you’ve gotten into some situations at big size yourself…”

Strawberry huffed, “Fine… but we are not done talking about this, when you get home for Christmas, we-“

“Oh no, I’m late for class!” Cherry lied, “Gotta go, bye!” she quickly hit the “end call” button, sighing with relief.

At least the people on the internet support me, she thought with a chuckle, pulling up Lamia Lovers to see the latest comments on her story.

“Hey!” a tiny voice interrupted her reading. She smirked as she saw what could have been a bug marching across the carpet. Timothy’s tiny and naked form was only an inch tall, if that, the result of a particularly strong shrinking potion she’d slipped into his coffee over breakfast. “I suppose you think this is funny!?” he shouted.

“Very,” she laughed. She bent down, pinching his body between her thumb and forefinger, bringing him up to her massive face for examination. “I like this size,” she muttered, “It’ll be nice and easy to keep you with me all day.”

“All day!?” Timothy shouted, “Cherry, wait-“

“Buh bye,” she taunted, sliding him into her low-cut shirt. She slid the cup of her bra away from her skin, delicately poking the bug sized human along her soft flesh until he was snugly against her nipple. She gently adjusted his position until she was sure that his manhood was flush against the tip of her nipple, and then she released him, letting the tight bra force him into place. She adjusted it for a moment, pulling on her shirt and making sure that the tiny bump wasn’t visible. Satisfied that her favorite human was invisible to the world, she reached down for her backpack and slithered out the door to class.