You sit at your desk, late at night, your room dimly lit by your monitor. Empty soda cans, game controllers, and random junk are scattered everywhere. That strange bottle you got online — no label, just marked “SIREN’S GIFT” in stylized handwriting — is still sitting next to you.

You’d bought it as a joke. Some kind of novelty “swamp potion” from a weird occult site.

You pop it open.

It smells like moss and something sweet... almost hypnotic.

On a whim — for the meme — you shrug and down it in one gulp.

It hits your throat thick and cold, like syrup made from algae and ice water. You shiver.

A moment passes.

Then your stomach clenches, hard.

You double over, gasping — but your voice cracks mid-breath. It's... higher?

Your arms twitch. Skin crawls. You look down, and your eyes widen in horror as your forearms begin to bulge, the flesh bubbling beneath the surface. A sick wet crack follows — your bones reshaping. Your skin darkens, roughens — turns into glossy, textured scales.

You panic, backpedaling, but your legs feel heavy, weighed down by swelling muscle and mass. Your thighs balloon outward — thick and powerful — and behind you, your spine stretches violently as a thick gator-like tail bursts out of your lower back, knocking over your chair.

Your balance shifts. You fall forward, hands planting on the floor.

“Wh-what the—hhhnnAAAGHH!! Rrroooaaar!!!.."

Your chest explodes outward, two massive, unnatural mounds bursting through your shirt. They jiggle violently with every breath, every twitch. Warm, slick, and far too huge to be human, as your hands grew claws, and your feet got big, scaly, and had curved claws, ripping your shoes apart.

Your mind reels. You can feel every new curve. Your body feels hot, soaked with sweat, and you realize it’s spreading. Over your shoulders. Down your hips.

Your waist cinches. Your thighs thicken. Your backside swells into a wobbling, perfect bubble of flesh — pure gator-girl exaggeration. Your clothes rip and fall off like wet paper, as white, long hair cascaded from your head, and ears we're ponty and scaly, all of it being slow...

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the dark screen of your monitor.

It’s you… but completely transformed.

Scales glisten down your toned arms and monstrous thighs. Your face is beautiful but alien, with sharp cheekbones, glowing yellow eyes, full and plump reptilian lips, and fangs pressing from beneath them. A forked tongue flicks out as you gasp again, your chest heaving, heavy and soaked with sweat.

Your voice is different now — deep, husky, seductive.

“Ohhh… sssshit…”

Your hands instinctively grab your massive chest, trying to steady your balance, but the weight is incredible. You move, and your new body wobbles, sloshes with primal energy.

You don’t feel human anymore. You feel…

Predatory. Hypnotic. Gorgeous.

You stumble toward the mirror. You look like something born of swamp heat and dark magic. Something no one would ever believe unless they saw it — and by then, it would be too late.

Your new body pulses with strange instincts — hungry, sultry, and powerful.

You touch the your face and the mirror, you opened your mouth, seeing your tongue and teeth... confused, and really seeking for flesh, meat, fish...