At first Hannah thought it was a snake, and shades of the first Indiana Jones movie danced in her head. She shook that thought off as absurd, but then realized that the alternative– her professor and mentor had grown a tail–was even more absurd.
Rogers heard her yelp of surprise and answered her unasked question. "Yes, it's real. I seem to have grown a tail." He bent the new prehensile limb around to his front, the better to inspect it. It was about four feet long and an inch and a half in diameter. It was covered in leathery skin that was such a deep purple it was almost black. When Rogers squeezed the tip, two flaps spread, making it look like a cobra's good or…
"A devil's tail!" Hannah exclaimed. "But how?"
Mark Rogers chuckled. "Now, now, let's not use language that shapes our interpretation before we have all the facts. So: I grew a functional, prehensile tail in less than a minute. Hypothesis?" He was in full condescending professor mode.
Hannah thought hard before throwing out guesses. "Um, some mutagenic virus that has been contained here for millennia? A hallucinogenic gas that causes us to perceive that you have a tail? Some, ah, alien tech?"
"You left out the obvious: it could be a curse."
"But you don't believe in curses or magic!" Hannah protested.
Rogers waved his hand dismissively. "When you have eliminated the impossible yadda yadda. I suppose we will know more in a few minutes when we discover whether or not you grow a tail, too."
Panic crossed Hannah's face. Having a demon tail was not in her career plans. "Does it hurt?"
"Quite the opposite. I feel better than I have in years. My aches and pains are gone, and my belly seems to have been replaced by visible abs. And I do believe that my hair is growing back. Look!" He pulled off his straw hat.
Hannah gasped again. Rogers did have a thick growth of hair over his scalp, but he also had something else.
"Horns!"
Rogers reached up and felt the bony black growths protruding over two inches from his temples. "Indeed they are! I'm becoming quite the monster, aren't I? Tell me, Hannah, do you still look forward to spending the next five years with me?"
Rogers' tone was light but Hannah was dead serious. Up until now, she had been disoriented by his bodily changes, but when he questioned her directly, she realized that her lust was still there.
"More than ever," she said. She snatched his writhing tail out of the air and gave its tip a lick. Rogers gasped in pleasure causing Hannah to smile and become bold. She stepped closer and unbuttoned Rogers' shirt (not noticing the figurine in the breast pocket). He did not have the body of a fifty year old academic. Indeed, he appeared to be half his age, and his portly frame had been replaced by a slender, toned physique. Hannah was particularly intrigued by his chest, which sported firm red nipples the size of pencil erasers and enough puffy soft tissue to count as breasts. On an impulse, Hannah leaned in and started sucking on one of those inviting nipples. Rogers gasped at the sensation.
"Sorry!"
"No, don't stop!"
"Only if you promise to make love to me in return!" Hannah said. She noticed that the more she sucked, the larger Rogers' breasts grew.