Relax the Sneks (Mass Lamia TF) Draft

“So. Do you think that’s enough Lamias yet?“ Nagisa asked in full seriousness, looking at Hera who was just making the next sandwich.

“What do you mean?“ Hera asked innocently, continuing with her sandwich.

Nagisa sighed, gesturing broadly at the sprawling park around them. The once-bustling playground and picnic areas were now a sea of sinuous, serpentine forms. Iridescent scales glimmered in the late afternoon sun as dozens of newly-transformed Lamias basked contentedly on the warm grass.

"I mean," Nagisa said, exasperation creeping into her voice, "we've been here for hours now. Every single person who's walked through those gates has turned into a Lamia. The joggers, the dog-walkers, even that group of tourists - all of them are now happily slithering around without a care in the world."

She pointed to a nearby tree where a Lamia with vibrant red scales was coiled around a branch, dozing peacefully. "That was the park ranger who came to investigate the 'disturbance' two hours ago. I don’t think she has moved ever since.”

Hera looked away with a cold sweat, laughing it off mildly. “Ahaha… I am sure he really needed that break. Like I said, I can make everyone just as chill as myself~“

“Except now we are all kinda trapped here!“ Nagisa protested, taking a bite from the sandwich she had been making on the side.

“What do you mean? This is the most relaxed place on earth!“ Hera replied, also taking a bite from her Sandwich.

“Because now that you force everyone to be relaxed, nobody has the strength to leave this place!“ Nagisa declared, angrily taking another bite.

“Now that’s not true. People could…“

“Oh, look, there comes the next victim.“ Nagisa leaned back, as if she was about to watch a spectacle unfold.

“Hey, that’s not a victim! It's a businessman that looks like he is in a hurry. I mean, why else would he walk through the park filled with Lamias on the phone.“ Hera leaned back as well, not hiding that she knew exactly what was about to happen too.

The businessman that strode into the park, was the very picture of corporate success - a tailored suit, a red tie and slicked back hair that told everyone that he used a lot of styling that day.

In one hand, he clutched a sleek black briefcase, the other hand held his smartphone to his ear, and he spoke rapidly into it, his voice carrying across the quiet park.

"Listen, Johnson, I need those reports on my desk by five. No excuses. We're closing this deal today, or heads will roll."

His grey eyes darted left and right as he walked, taking in the unusual scene around him but not truly registering it. The man was so focused on his business, he didn’t notice what he had walked into. And that’s when he started to softly glow with a pink shine.

“Watch, he is going to put his phone away and just take in all the Lamias around him any second now.“ Nagisa predicted, taking another bite from her sandwich.

As if on cue, the businessman's steps began to slow. His rapid-fire speech faltered, trailing off mid-sentence. The pink glow intensified, enveloping him in a soft, shimmering aura. He blinked rapidly, as if trying to clear his vision, then suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.

The smartphone slipped from his fingers, landing with a muffled thud on the grass. His briefcase followed suit, falling open and spilling papers across the ground. But the man paid no attention to his scattered belongings. Instead, his eyes widened as he finally took in the surreal scene before him.

It was unclear whether he was staring at the different colored Lamias or just at the relaxing energy within the park, but one thing was for sure, he was completely mesmerized.

“Next he is slowly going to become a girl. And I am also guessing that his briefcase is going to become a picnic basket just like ours.“ Nagisa giggled, stuffing the last bit of her sandwich into her mouth.

As if responding to Nagisa's prediction, the businessman's transformation began in earnest. His short, styled hair lengthened, cascading down his shoulders in soft, chestnut waves. His sharp jawline softened, cheekbones becoming more pronounced as his face took on a distinctly feminine shape.

The crisp lines of his suit began to blur and shift, the fabric seeming to melt and reform. The jacket and trousers merged, transforming into a flowing sundress adorned with delicate floral patterns. The stiff collar of his dress shirt softened into a sweetheart neckline, revealing a gradually deepening cleavage.

Two prominent mounds began to swell beneath the dress, pushing against the fabric as his chest expanded. The businessman's eyes widened in shock, his gaze drawn downward to the rapidly growing breasts that were now unmistakably feminine.

As his body continued changing, the businessman's attention was suddenly drawn to his briefcase. The sleek black leather began to shimmer and warp, its rigid edges softening and rounding. The handle elongated, splitting into two curved arcs that met in the middle.

The transformation accelerated, and within moments, the briefcase had completely vanished, replaced by a woven picnic basket adorned with a red and white checkered cloth.

The newly formed basket seemed to emit a glow that drew in the businessman's gaze like a moth to a flame. His eyes, now large and framed by long, delicate lashes, locked onto the basket with an intensity that bordered on reverence.

The scattered papers around it began to shift and change as well, morphing into an assortment of delectable treats - sandwiches wrapped in paper, ripe fruits glistening with dew, and a seemingly endless array of food seemed to come out of the basket.

“Watch, he is going to sit down, take his first sandwich, and you will be able to tell that with every bite, more of his worries will go straight into his boobs, until he has like G cups. Because oh boy does he look stressed.“ Nagisa sighed, having prepared her next snack.

The businesswoman, still dazed from her sudden change, slowly lowered herself onto the soft grass. Her movements were hesitant at first, as if she were unsure of her own body. She reached for the picnic basket with trembling hands, her fingers brushing against the checkered cloth.

As she opened the lid, a warm, inviting aroma wafted out, carrying the scent of freshly baked bread and aromatic herbs. Without thinking, she reached in and pulled out a perfectly crafted sandwich, wrapped in crisp parchment paper.

She unwrapped it carefully, her manicured nails a stark contrast to the calloused hands she'd possessed mere moments ago. As she took her first bite, a visible wave of relaxation washed over her. The tension in her shoulders eased, and a soft sigh escaped her lips.

With each subsequent bite, the transformation became more pronounced. The business woman's posture softened, her spine curving as she leaned back, basking in the warm sunlight. Her eyes, once sharp and calculating, now held a dreamy, far-off look.

As she chewed, her chest began to swell visibly. The sundress, which had fit perfectly moments ago, now strained against her expanding bosom. The fabric stretched and shifted, accommodating the growing curves beneath.

She took another bite, and the effect was immediate. Her already ample bosom swelled further, the dress's neckline dipping dangerously low. The fabric stretched to its limits, small gaps appearing between the buttons as her chest expanded beyond the garment's capacity.

As the businesswoman took the final bite of her sandwich, her transformation reached its zenith. Her breasts ballooned outward, defying gravity as they grew to an almost unrealistic size. They settled into a perfectly round shape, each easily the size of a basketball. The dress somehow withstood the massive expansion, now featuring a very high cleavage that was more than just pleasant to look at.

As the last morsel of sandwich passed her lips, the businesswoman let out a long, satisfied moan that echoed across the park. Her eyes fluttered closed, head tilting back in pure ecstasy. A beatific smile covered her face, as she leaned back and landed on a picnic mat that just appeared under her.

“And now for the Lamia finale.“ Nagisa spoke, finishing another sandwich. “Yeah, her legs will un-leg themselves while she is having her relaxation afterglow.“

As the businesswoman reclined on her picnic mat, with each deep, contented breath she took, subtle changes began to ripple through her lower half.

At first, it was barely noticeable - a slight elongation of her legs, as if she were stretching out in pure relaxation. But with each subsequent inhalation, the change became more pronounced. Her legs grew longer, inch by inch, foot by foot, extending well beyond what should have been possible for a human form.

As she exhaled, a shimmering wave passed over her skin, leaving a trail of shimmering scales in its wake. The scales started at her ankles, tiny at first, but growing more numerous with each breath. Slowly tying her legs together, into one continuous stream of a scaled tail.

Until finally, you couldn’t tell that she was human moments ago anymore. She was one of the Lamia’s in the park, perfectly relaxed, perfectly content, perfectly happy with her Picnic blanket and basket.

“So, do you still think that people can escape from here?“ Nagisa asked, giving Hera a very unamused look. “I mean, if it's so easy to leave then how about you do it.“

Hera sweated profoundly. “So, there might be an issue with that.“

“Which would be…?“ Nagisa stared at her unamused.

“I don’t want to leave either. This is just too comfy…“

“We are trapped in here, aren’t we?“

“Sure are.“

“God dammit. Give me another bread, I’m suddenly getting hungry again.“

And thus, this is a tale how a single park became a trap for lamias for the rest of the day. Although none of the Lamias even noticed, because they were having the time of their lives~

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At least now everyone is Slither-cihlling around~