It had started as three notes in succession, but as Tyler started to play, it was as if some subconscious part of him had awakened, a part that was born to play the flute... No... not just "the flute," "THIS flute." He seemed to know its every contour and crevice, how to make any sound he desired come out of it, with barely a hint of effort.
And without needing to focus on playing, Tyler was free to continue "respectfully observing" the ass of the chatting girl in front of him, though from there, his mind began to wander, secret fantasies he'd hidden from all but a few of his internet friends arising unbidden as the slow tune played, becoming more vivid as the tune went on. He could perfectly picture the girls in front of him swaying their hips in sync as his music hit their ears, their conversations ending as their faces softened into the blank, helpless, happy smiles of the entranced, freed, if just for a little while from their worries and cares, as his tune showed them the bliss of obedience.
And as he saw them continuing to sway their hips in his minds eye, his mind wandered to deeper fantasies, not just charming these girls in mind, but giving them bodies he'd find beautiful, alluring, and unique as well. He could picture, with perfect clarity, little scales growing out over their skin, a deep shade of purple on the one facing away from him, and a bright emerald green on the one in front of her, gradually drowning out their original skin tone. Fingernails disappeared, with small claws growing in their place, while their ears shrank, their jaws stretched out into flat, fang-filled snouts, tongues split and forked, flicking out of their mouths on occasion, noses pulled forward into little nostrils on the tip, and their eyes turned yellow, with narrow pupils.
He could just picture Their bodies continuing to happily sway and dance to the tune of his music, in mirror sync with each other, blissful smiles on their faces, not caring who else saw, as long as their Master enjoyed. Another pervy part of his subconscious rose up, and he fantasized about their busts and asses swelling a little larger, getting a bit bouncier with each sway. The purple girl's hair fanned out behind her, solidifying into a cobra's hood, while the green girl's black hair remained, and flowed down past her shoulders.
But then he pictured the big changes: Each one's body grew longer and longer, segment after segment being added to their spines as they grew long, thick tails, powerful enough to hold their torsos upright, each a natural extension of the girl's body. The tails ripped straight through their pants, which began to slide off, as their legs began to shrink and atrophy away to nothing. He could just imagine the two flinging away their shirts in the middle of the their continuous dancing motions, embracing their natural beauty. As the slithered up in front of him, he could picture in uncanny detail the way the light bounced off every individual scale, the sound of their tails sliding over the tile, and could practically hear them saying in unison:
"Thank you, Master!"
Tyler shook himself out of his stupor, the music stopping abruptly when he realized that no, he had actually heard them say that. He blinked, and realized it hadn't simply been his imagination being particularly vivid (unless he was still hallucinating), they were here , on either side of him, gazing wistfully at him and the flute.
"Oh, Master!" The green one exclaimed. "Did we startle you? I apologize!"
"Yes, I'm sorry, Master!" The purple one added with an eager nod. "Please, play on! Uh, if you want to, of course."
"Your music is mind-expanding, Master!" The green one said. "Rachel and I never could have imagined feeling so graceful and blissful, until we heard your wonderful song."
"Amber and I hadn't realized how beautiful a body like this could be," the purple one, Rachel said, gesturing over her form. "But now I'd never want to go back... Unless your song guides us toward an even better beauty."
Tyler hardly knew what to say. He looked down at the flute, then back up and these snake-girls, Rachel and Amber, both of them looking to be a bit over nineteen, like him. He was glad they didn't seem to be angry with him, at least, but he'd never expected something like this to actually happen to him. Or to people around him, rather.
Wait, speaking of "people around him" why was nobody else freaking out? He was in a mall, dozens of people were walking right by the colorful naked snake women without so much as blinking an eye. And if the music was responsible, why didn't it change anyone else who heard it?
"Master, are you feeling well?" Amber said, slithering closer. "We'd be happy to do anything to keep you and your music alive, Master! I feel like you've shown me my true self, and my true purpose; just the thought of serving you fills me with glee!"
"I don't know if I'd put it like that," Rachel said, "but I want to hear your music, and your voice! Those two minutes dancing were the BEST! Please! Play to your heart's content! Show us your will so we can follow it!"
This was too much, all at once! "Stop!" He called. "Just be quiet for a minute and let me think."
The two nodded eagerly, and closed their mouths, silent as a rock.