He seductively slid one finger into the moist entrance of the awaiting sombrero. He pulled out the taco shell and filled it with many salsa, cheese and meat. His breathing laboured, he slowly unsheathed his mighty throbbing tabasco sauce, and unloaded all of its contents onto the soft warm taco and he whispered heatedly into his victims ear "That'll do donkey,"

"That'll do."

Then his eyeballs melted and tequila started gushing out of the holes where his eyes used to be. He gave a lustful groan at the sensations of the insatiable liquid flowing down his face, frantically trying to lick up as much as he could of the bittersweet alcohol.

After a long hot steaming hour, the alcohol hit his head and he started to imagine the tequila in its raw worm form.

After a long hot steaming hour, the alcohol hit his head and he started to imagine the tequila in its raw worm form. Worms started crawling all over him and he could not hold his sensation inside. He screamed and pulled 2 maracas out of his anus and started to shake them vigorously. The harder he shook the more the worms wriggle along his hot sweating skin. He started to bleed out of his nose but he didn't stop for the bleeding was an addiction to this fantasy come true. Soon, the worms left him and he lay there in a pool of his own sweat and blood. Reaching out, he grabbed the taco he prepared and started to rub it all over himself. His genes became one with the taco and his body started the transformation. Tales told of a Mexican who after rubbing a taco all over himself after having the best experience of his life would turn into a grand creature beyond all imagination.

The transformation started.

His body flared up and his skin started to peel. He screamed and ripped it all off. It took 5 hours of pain and ripping to show his true form. A giant desert turtle. He slowly fired his turtle beams and destroyed the room. He left into the sunset of that remote Mexican town to never be seen again.