As you looked at the clouds in your dazed and dehydrated state, you came to realize that this was not the clouds. There was an actual creature looking down at you, having come down from the sky. This creature could because it possessed great bat wings upon its back. As you glimpsed more at this creature, you understood how frightening and unbelievable it was. It was female but rather grotesque. It had fangs protruding from its upper jaw and it had long arms with claws. Sharp nails indeed. The most surprising were her breasts. Full breasts that swung and swayed yet were not sagging at all. The eyes were yellow and its pupils slit like a snake's. Its lower body, from its waist down, was that of a snake's too, reddish brown and long and thick. Its hair was long, very dark and going down below her shoulders. It looked dangerous indeed but it started at you with a stare that was more curious than really aggressive.
"Who... Who are you?" you said feebly.
"A lamia, young one," calmly said the lamia.
"Please... Help me... Thirsty..." you said, pleading.
"Of course," smiled the lamia.
But instead of giving you water, as it should be expected, she pressed her right boob and white drops emerged and dripped from it. Milk. Droplets of milk. Which soon became a dribbling rivulet.
"Ah, if you are really so thirsty, young one, then drink at the source to your heart's content."
It sounded disgusting but you were both naked and as a former male, well, touching those big boobs with the promise of a drink quickly lost its repulsive nature. On the contrary, you got very, very curious. To touch these great big boobs... To press them... Kiss them... Press your lips to them... Bite them... Suckle them... Yes, suckling them!... With the last remnants of your energy, you raise yourself to the precious milk and grab the breast in your two hands, wasting no time to drink, drink, drink and drink some more. It's so refreshing and filling. So pure, so cool, so nurturing indeed. The lamia just smiles as you cannot imagine doing anything else,. becoming one with your source of sustenance. Your means of survival. So engrossed you are in your simple act of feeding that the coming transformation escapes your notice utterly.