Brendan woke slowly, blinking against the morning light shining into his room. The world came into focus, the previous night's pot-induced haze having been slept off.
Brendan quickly realized he wasn't alone in his bed. Still asleep next to him was Vipress. The previous night's events came rushing back to him: his stepfather's lab, the snake, the strange pink spray, the snake's growth and changes, their intimacy. He probably would have never done what he did if he wasn't baked. But now that he had done it and had experienced the results he regretted nothing.
Brendan examined his mistress' apparent final form snuggled against him. From the torso up, she looked human. Human skin, perfect bare breasts (Brendan guessed D's), long black hair, fully formed arms and hands that looked strong yet feminine. Her face looked human but Brendan remembered it still held certain snakey characteristics: though she had eyelids like a human, her pupils were vertical like a snake rather than round. She still hand fangs (and they were probably still poisonus). A moment later, Vipress' lips parted slightly as she instinctively flicked her tongue out in her sleep. Vipress' tongue was still long and forked like a snake's but thicker.
Below her breasts, Vipress' seemingly human skin began to form into the belly plates of a snake. On her sides below her arms and on her back below her shoulders, Vipress' human skin shifted into snake scales. Brendan threw the covers aside and saw Vipress' snake tail gently curled around one of his legs and trail off the bed somewhere on the floor. He had no idea how long her tail was.
Half-human, half-snake... Somewhere in Brendan's mind he remembered the word "naga".
Next to him, Vipress began to stir. What would his mistress want to do today?