You've found a witch who can make your dreams come true. Let's just hope that drinking her potion doesn't turn into a nightmare.

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The dream liquid

"Are you sure it will work?"

"Of course it will. I made it myself. And if it doesn't, you'll get your money back, guaranteed."

It better will. I paid a fortune for this one shot of dream drink, and I don't want my money to go to waste.

"Hey, young man. I need you to focus! You need to keep it all in for it to work. Otherwise, we'll have to go for plan B!"

I grab the glass container. The blue and yellow liquid pulls itself to my hand, eager to change me. I steel myself and nod in reply. "Well then. Bottoms up!"

I pull off the stopper and chug the drink. The liquid touches my tongue, who immediately informs me that the liquid tastes of multiple drinks that went off, toe cheese, and broccoli. The prospect to wretch and spit it all out is tempting, but I persevere. I need to ingest it all if I want the effect to take hold. Slowly but surely, I tilt my head back, allowing the vile concoction to burn down my throat.

Fuck, this stuff is potent. I need to breathe!

Air filters through my nose as I breathe in, but the mixture of oxygen and the vile odor interrupt my airflow. The air intensifies the taste of the foul concoction. I cough, gasping for air, and quickly clasp my hands over my mouth.

"Keep it in deary! We need to contain it all!"

My mouth gets fuller and fuller. The drink is rapidly increasing in volume, but my coughing gasps for air make me sputter, and a vile black liquid flows down my fingers. I can't contain the stream of goo and throw it all up on the wooden floor. The liquid sizzles on the wooden floorboard, painting it a dark void. It luckily stops after a while.

"Uh, am I supposed to leak that?"

"Hm…. No."

"That's all?"

"Look, you already opened your damn mouth. There's not much I can do to stop it. Just try to contain it by thinking of something large!"

The goo runs up to me. To change me. But most of the black goo is expanding beneath me. Reaching, trying to shift anything in its path. The old crone already took it upon herself to levitate herself off the floor. She has had her fair share of accidents I reckon.

I quickly think of an animal I've seen in the zoo. My legs bulk and my gut expands. My clothes can't contain my size, as I fall forwards. I slow down the liquid's march by willing the shift of my human body.

"That's some good effort! But we need something much larger than an elephant!"

Fur, I need fur. Straight horns. More muscular, quadruple. Grow. GROW. LARGER!!

My nose recedes again, as I see purple fur overtake my peripheral vision. Black ivory tusks now relocate to the sides of my forehead, ready to spear my enemies on their straight lengths.

"A behemoth is still not enough! The nightmare liquid is almost licking at my boots!"

Scales! No more fur. Break through this puny house and let my ego grow! Wings! I need wings! And fire to burn all that vile liquid when I'm done! The witch's house puts up a valiant resistance, but I burst out of it with the help of the dark liquid.

"That's the right idea! But a Western dragon is still too small! Think of something bigger! I need all of this stuff out!"

Long. Longer. Even longer than ever before! Sail through the air and let those useless limbs go. Let that nightmare liquid change me into a still longer creature of power and knowledge. It's mine and I will use it as I see fit!

"That's it, honey! I knew you would come up with something! I never would've thought that an

Eastern dragon would become this long."

I drain the concoction to the very last drop and take to the air as I am done with my business on the ground. My body twists and turns, coils and wraps itself along itself, trying to remain in the general area, above the ruins the witch once called home.

"My dearest appreciation, gifted occultist! Your concoction has made my aspiration manifest!"

"You… What now? And why are you in my head?"

"My voice moves mountains and angers the seven seas! If I were to speak, your life would be forfeit by my mere breath! As for your first inquiry, I am mighty grateful for this form!"

"Sure whatever. Just repair my house and you can be on your way."

"A trivial undertaking!"

With nary a thought, the magic practitioner's dwelling was resurrected from the wreckage caused by my expanded visage. At select spots, I fancied to bolster the dreary designs with tapestries and upholdings. With a simple thought, pots and pans march to their respective places as stockpiles of ingredients settle on the shelves they belong. "Show-off. Now get a move on before you cause me more trouble!"

"Ah-hahah! You are a peculiar human! Nevertheless, I will be off!"

My frame sliced through the heavens. Off to share my elation and wisdom with the world.[/p]