Patreon Prompt 479

Prompt: An archaeologist discovers a long lost yet still thriving kingdom of nagas, where there is a prophecy that their eternal ruler will come from above. The archaeologist matches this description, so she is promptly turned into a massive naga to fulfill the prophecy.

   Feeling like she was on the verge of an archaeological breakthrough, Masni continued to descend through the caves. Her stubbornness was rewarded as she tumbled down a cavern and fell straight into the ancient city that was only supposed to be myth. As she flung about her dark brown hair, eyes going wide at each mural and intimidating structure, she ended up stumbling into the city’s equally mysterious dwellers.

   Slithering about on snake tails, a group of nagas approached Masni with spears held in their hands. They only lowered their weapons once they spotted the nearby mural that spoke of a prophecy. Recognizing how similar the woman was to the queen in the image, they beckoned for her to follow. Motivated by a need to not get stabbed and find out more about the creatures, Masni followed them into the throne room.

   Moments after stepping inside the structure, Masni’s clothes were ripped off by the nagas. With her flesh exposed, the snake people got to work rubbing every inch of her skin with a strange oil. As the mystery liquid seeped into her body, it became covered in a collection of emerald green scales. This new texture had the adverse effect of fusing her legs together into a singular tail to mimic those of the nagas. As a hood appeared around her head and her eyes became more reptilian, Masni merely sat there with an eager expression as her body began to expand.

   With Masni’s waistline quickly plumping up with extra bulk, the nagas were quick to carry her over to the golden throne. Placing her double wide rear and thick tail in the seat, the snake people set to work adorning her with jewelry. Allowing the nagas to slip rings onto her chubby fingers and adorn her thick neck with multiple necklaces that dipped between the cleavage of her massive breasts, Masni tried to settle herself in. Slipping her forked tongue our from her plump lips, she put on a small smile and waved towards her people, ready to become their new ruler.