Lamia of the month (Lamia Tg) Draft (Patreon)

It was sunday, that meant no work. But at the same time it was a long weekend because of a holiday, meaning most if not all of Bruce’s friends were not available. Which logically lead to a very boring Sunday for the guy. There really was nothing to do.

Bruce aimlessly scrolled through Tik Tok, his thumb sliding across the screen without much thought. Amongst the endless stream of dance videos and famous influencers, a peculiar video caught his eye. The caption piqued his interest: "Your Birth Month = Your Monster Girl Transformation!" He chuckled at the silliness of it, but for some reason, he found himself unable to keep scrolling.

The video displayed a spinning wheel with various mythical creatures on each slice - mermaids, harpies, centaurs, and more. Bruce couldn't help but watch with fascination as the wheel spun round and round.

"This is so dumb," he muttered to himself, yet he couldn't look away. The comments section was filled with people eagerly sharing their "results" and discussing the details of their supposed monster girl forms.

Despite his better judgment, Bruce clicked on the creator's profile. A rabbit hole of similar videos and posts about monster girl transformations engulfed him. And just like that, he was hooked. He just had to know what the options were… and what the monster girl for September would be.

So he opened the video. Bruce's eyes were glued to the screen as the wheel spun hypnotically. "Alright, let's see what ridiculous creature I'd be," he muttered, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice despite his skepticism.

As the wheel whirled, an odd tingling sensation spread through Bruce's body. He absent-mindedly scratched at his legs, not bothering to look down. Unbeknownst to him, tiny iridescent scales began to sprout across his skin, spreading like wildfire from his ankles upward.

His sharp jawline softened, cheekbones becoming more pronounced as his face took on a more feminine appearance. Bruce's short-cropped hair began to grow at an alarming rate, cascading down his back in lush, dark waves.

The wheel slowed, ticking past various monster girls until it finally landed on "Lamia" for September. Bruce blinked in confusion, the tingling also settling down. "What the hell is a Lamia?" he muttered, voice cracking oddly, yet, as if the video could hear him, the female announcer voice that he didn’t really pay attention to all that time started to speak.

“Lamia’s are majestic creatures, often revered as deities or devils depending on the culture. Yet in all of them they are always on the more powerful end of the monsters. Do you want to know what sort of Lamia you are? Press the link in the video description below!“

Bruce scoffed, rolling his eyes at the dramatic voice over. "Yeah, right. Like pressing a link on some random video could actually turn me into some snake lady," he muttered. But curiosity got the better of him, and he found his finger hovering over the link.

"Oh, what the hell," he sighed. As soon as Bruce's finger touched the screen, the new video began to play. The same hypnotic voice filled the air, and Bruce found himself once again drawn into the fantastical world of monster girls.

"Welcome, September Lamia," the voice crooned, "Let's discover the unique traits of your serpentine form."

Bruce snorted, but his eyes remained fixed on the screen. The video displayed a dizzying array of colors, each linked to a specific year. As the colors swirled and danced, Bruce felt a strange warmth spreading through his body. He dismissed it as a trick of the light, too engrossed in the video to pay it much mind.

"For those born in the mystical year of 1998," the voice continued, "your Lamia form bears the regal hue of purple. A color of royalty, of magic, of transformation."

As the words "purple" and "transformation" echoed in Bruce's ears, a peculiar sensation rippled through his body. His waist began to cinch inward, creating an hourglass silhouette he'd never possessed before. Simultaneously, his hips and buttocks swelled outward, filling with a newfound curve and volume.

The tingling in his legs intensified as vibrant purple scales erupted across his skin, shimmering with an otherworldly iridescence. The scales multiplied rapidly, covering every inch of his lower half in a mesmerizing pattern. As the scales spread, Bruce's legs began to move closer together, as if drawn by an invisible force. The distinction between his left and right leg began to blur, the scales seeming to knit them together at the ankles.

Bruce's face underwent its own metamorphosis. His strong jawline softened further, cheekbones becoming more pronounced as his features took on an alluring, feminine quality. His eyes, once a mundane brown, now shimmered with flecks of amethyst. His ears elongated slightly, taking on a subtle pointed shape.

At the same time two small bumps started to push out of Bruce’s chest, but then he got sidetracked, because the video ended. For some reason, he just had to know more. Much more. Like two clicks more and he found his next continuation, and before he knew it, that soothing hypnotic voice was speaking again.

“Let’s look at the different days a Lamia could have been born to find out their most special physical trait, shall we?“ The lady asked and Bruce nodded involuntarily, the tightness in his chest becoming worse by the second. “…and those born on the 7th, you are in luck. The 7th is generally known as the day of luck and bounty, so you guy’s chests should easily be among the largest of all Lamia’s.“

Bruce's eyes widened as the words sank in. A strange pressure built in his chest, intensifying with each passing second. He glanced down, his jaw dropping at the sight of two rapidly swelling mounds pushing against his t-shirt.

"What the...?" he gasped, voice higher and more melodious than before.

The growth didn't stop. His chest expanded outward, stretching the fabric of his shirt to its limits. Bruce winced at the initial discomfort, but it quickly morphed into an oddly pleasurable sensation. Warmth radiated from his growing breasts, sending tingles through his body.

"This can't be happening," Bruce muttered, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from his burgeoning chest.

The shirt strained, threads popping as his breasts continued their relentless expansion. They grew past the size of melons, then basketballs, defying gravity as they swelled even larger. Bruce's arms were pushed outward by the sheer size of his new endowments.

"Oh god," he whimpered, voice now decidedly feminine. His shirt finally gave up the fight, tearing down the middle to reveal two enormous, perfectly round breasts. They were easily the size of beach balls, maybe even bigger, their purple-tinged skin smooth and flawless.

Bruce's hands flew to his chest, fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh. A jolt of pleasure shot through him at the touch, making him gasp. "This... this feels..." he trailed off, unable to find the words to describe the conflicting sensations coursing through his body.

Finally having noticed what was happening to him, he began looking at and being exasperated about the other changes that happened to him. His legs, now fully fused, began to elongate. Muscles rippled beneath the shimmering purple scales as his new tail grew longer and longer, coiling around his chair and spilling onto the floor. Bruce's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched his new serpentine lower half take shape.

"This can't be real," he muttered, voice now a sultry feminine tone that startled him even further. He reached down to touch the scales, finding them smooth and cool beneath his fingers. The sensation sent a shiver up his spine.

As if responding to his touch, the tail twitched and moved of its own accord, lifting Bruce off the chair. He let out a yelp of surprise as he found himself suspended by his new appendage, hovering a few feet above the ground.

"Oh god, oh god," Bruce chanted, panic rising in his chest, causing it to jiggle way more than he was comfortable with. He looked around frantically, his eyes falling back on his phone. And that’s when he realized that he made a mistake, as he immediately became transfixed again.

He lowered himself back onto his chair and stared at his phone. “The final Lamia video just for you.“

He couldn't resist, it was physically impossible. So he pressed the button, to hear the beautiful voice of the lady again.

“To truly find out what sort of lamia you are, we have to look at your names given at birth too. Are you ready?“ The lady asked, a shiver running down Bruce’s spine all the way through his tail which took absurdly long. Then the first name she called out almost threw him off his chair. “If your name is Bruce, then your exact Lamia to be is a Vaskii by the name of Beatrice. Those are Vaskii’s known for their very regal way of slithering as well as one special physical trait. They have four arms.“

Bruce's eyes widened in disbelief. "Beatrice? Four arms? This can't be happening," he muttered, his voice now a sultry feminine tone that still shocked him to hear.

As if on cue, an intense tingling sensation spread across his shoulders and upper back. Bruce watched in horror and fascination as two new limbs began to sprout from just below his original arms. The new appendages grew rapidly, stretching and forming until they matched his original arms in size and shape. And at the same time, something went missing down below, right between where his snake half and human half met. He did cautiously move one of his hands there, but…

"Oh my god," It was gone. Beatrice gasped, flexing all four of her new arms experimentally. Each moved with perfect coordination, as if she'd had them her entire life. She touched her face with one hand, her enormous breasts with another, her scales and dangerous new area with a third, and ran the fourth through her long, luscious hair.

The sensations overwhelmed her, sending shivers of pleasure through her new body, causing her to collapse back on her chair. All she could do was breathe for a bit, trying to cope with everything that happened to her. Then suddenly, that lady's voice rang out of nowhere from her phone again.

“And that was my special ’Your Birth Month = Your Monster Girl Transformation!’ event. If my little trick worked on you, don’t forget to leave a thumbs up and leave a comment explaining exactly how well I described you. So we may confuse and transform even more people intrigued why so many people swear on my little trick~ See ya~“

The video ended. Beatrice just sat there, staring at her phone even long after it had locked itself again. But slowly and surely, the light returned to her eyes and she started thinking.

“I got turned into a girl…“ She said, following her curve with two of her arms.

“A lamia…“ She glided her hands over her tail as far as she could reach.

“With incredible boobs…“ The other two hands lifted up her two bouncy weights on her chest.

“And four arms…“ She said, crossing both pairs of her arms. That's when she decided.

“Fuck it, I completely fell for it and her trick worked perfectly! If a comment telling her how well it worked is what she wants, then that's what she’s gonna get!“ And with that, Beatrice was already typing on her phone.

This was definitely the kind of special trick Beatrice needed to spice up her otherwise boring Sunday.

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