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Snake Boy, Part 9
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Summary: Zach is transformed into a snake from the hips down. Contains: Male: stuffing, weight gain, pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, transformation, and more.
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Zach and Sid were fast friends.
They talked about televisions, movies, video games, even books. Sid was in sync with all of Zach's interests. Of course, Zach's interests were limited to the forms of entertainment he had been allowed at the mansion under Wilson or Valerie's supervison. It wasn't as though he could have gone to a park to throw around a ball, or to a party or museum, or had any friends. His interests were limited to things he could indulge in solitude at home.
And perhaps Sid, a scientist, took to solitude by choice. He wouldn't be the first scholar who was introverted. Those types of intellectual personalities often preferred to just be alone.
So now, years worth of discussion was just coming up. Discussion of plot twists and story characters. Lurid video games. They couldn't seem to stop.
Indeed, they were fast friends. They got along surprisingly well. Sid got in touch with a local farm, and soon there was a steady supply of baby pigs and goats. Zach found the environment incredibly comfortable, and didn't even consider the gravity of his absence from Wilson and Valerie's purview until weeks had passed, and his long, coiling tail was familiar with every edge and corner of Sid's guest room.
The thing that really did it was the growing sense of pressure in Zach's gut, and a developing curve there.
"It's happening again," Zach blurted to Sid one day as Sid was relaxing in the living room. "I'm—pregnant." He was mortified.
Sid straightened from his spot on the couch. "Are you sure?"
Zach nodded. "Before the conference, there was some procedure. I don't even remember going in. But that's when it must have happened."
Sid saw how miserable he looked. "It's going to be okay, Zach. You got through this once before. And when it's over, they'll never be able to touch you again."
Zach wasn't sure about that, but he nodded, sinking into the opposite end of the couch.
"Is it really that bad?"
Zach considered. "No...I mean...the delivery isn't pleasant."
"I suppose that's a given."
"And it's just weird, seeing my body—well, this whole thing has been violating from the start. But that was the price to save my life."
Sid frowned at this.
Zach settled into this new normal. Life became routine again. Sid worked long hours, and spent most the day in his basement lab, or he would go off to some other scientific facility when necessary. Zach spent his days indoors mostly, though he felt less like a prisoner than before. He had options now. He could make phone calls, or browse the internet without restrictions. He was even free to leave at any time he wanted. Of course, Zach scarcely found the courage to leave the property.
His belly was filling out as it had before, his appetite correspondingly surging. Sometimes a meal of a goat and a piglet just wasn't enough. One night Zach awoke to hunger pains assaulting his midsection. That day he had finished off all the young livestock Sid kept in the shed he'd had built out back, but it wasn't enough. Not nearly. The pains exacerbating, Zach got up. He couldn't bring himself to bother Sid from his sleep. Zach was a burden as it was.
Zach slid out of his room and to the front door, his hunger fueling courage. He went outside, into the dark chill of the night, and sensed it immediately. There was an animal nearby.
The area was nicely wooded, but the nearest neighbors were not far. Zach still had to be discreet.
His attention jerked to movement in the leaves, eyes pinned to the mammal he had sensed. It was a cat—not a stray, but a tabby that was fat and domestic. It even had a collar and a small bell. It strolled lazily towards Zach, untroubled and too trusting. Spoiled from the comforts provided by its owners. Zach's stomach grumbled and ached. He knew this was more wrong somehow, this animal was raised as part of a family, not a creature bred to be eaten as livestock was.
Without thinking, Zach swooped down and scooped the cat up. It purred in his arms, still not knowing to struggle and escape.
It was too hard to eat it live. Though typically this was preferable, Zach just couldn't go through with it.
His shaking hands wrapped around the cat’s neck. He squeezed and snapped it in one quick motion. In only seconds he was stuffing the cat down his throat. As it dropped heavily into his stomach, firming the already bloated mound, he gasped to catch his breath, his eyes darting around. He wondered what other animals he could find out here.
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"The hunger is getting bad." Zach hated asking for things but it had to be said.
Sid paused mid-sip and lowered his coffee. "You're still...hungry? Zach, there were ten piglets in there."
Zach linked his fingers together, eyes focused on the table. Everything was looking appetizing lately, everything organic. He had even managed to catch several rabbits and a few squirrels the previous night, the sensation of being outdoors, of hunting, truly exhilarating.
Yet the hunger seemed to override all his thoughts and feelings. There were bouts where he was ruled by instinct. He didn't like it.
"But it...wasn't enough," Sid concluded, comprehension dawning in his eyes, that and a spark of...excitement? "I'll handle it. I'm sorry. I'll make sure there's enough. More than enough. Zach, you continue to fascinate."
Zach frowned, and Sid backtracked.
"I'm a scientist. It's my nature to observe. But Zach, you're my friend. You know that. You're not a project anymore."
Zach supposed he appreciated the assurance.
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Zach was growing. His body had become weirdly uncomfortable, particularly his chest, which was swollen large and hot, nipples leaking at erratic times. The bra he had donned for the conference was no longer even close to fitting, and it was an E-cup. Sid's shirts didn’t nearly fit Zach either. The material hugged into Zach's torso. His burgeoning belly was expanding with every meal. The mass had firmed and pushed out, making him look as though he was seven months pregnant.
There was also a skin irritation Zach was dealing with. It was minor but persistent and seemed to be steadily worsening.
He wasn't surprised, as the sore, tender skin was right under his chest. There was obvious friction there, at his ribs. The skin was getting swollen, as though with infection. Zach would continuously remind himself that everything was fine, yet he couldn't escape the painful memories of his being ill and dying. What if the sickness was back somehow? Wilson and Valerie would know what to do. Should he go to them? He didn't want to, but... Was dying worth it to avoid being treated like an object? Had signing up for the whole experiment been a mistake in the first place?
His options cycled in his head. On top of the conflict, the whole situation was embarrassing. He was swollen with child and had large, leaking breasts despite being male. Well, a half-human male. Now there was this skin irritation, or—or infection. One that was only visible when he manually lifted his huge, swollen breasts off of it.
He knew that he had to confide in Sid.
Zach examined himself one evening, balancing the awkwardness of his weight as he slithered up to the bathroom mirror.
The t-shirt he was wearing was practically pasted to him, his belly bulging out beneath. Zach peeled the material away, grimacing at the sight of his bare torso. He drew a deep breath, cradled his breasts with his hands, and gently lifted them to view the skin beneath.
He stared a moment. Blinked.
The flesh looked so peculiar now. And it was constantly changing. The skin beneath his breasts had developed two puffy mounds, and in the center of each was what had started as a rash. A small plate of distinctly pink flesh. And in the center of each of those—the developments were bizarrely symmetrical—was a small lump that grew more distinct and sensitive by the day.
Staring at the area as a whole, he actually looked as though he was developing a second pair of—
But perhaps he shouldn't get ahead of himself. How could he just randomly grow...just, no.
Then again, it wasn't any more unusual than his transformation thus far.
Zach picked up the shirt, frowned at it, and tossed it in the hamper. He slithered back into his room and looked for something that might be more accommodating from the pile of clothes Sid had given him.
He found a white tank top, which had to be the largest item in the pile. Zach pulled it on, but it still hugged into his every curve, his cleavage bulging heavily against the neckline and his belly protruding out beneath the hem.
Zach felt momentarily irritated, but then reminded himself that he should have been grateful to have a place to stay and clothes at all. Sid was doing this all for free. He didn't owe Zach anything. It wasn't Sid's fault that Zach was growing out of control.
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It indeed was a second pair of breasts.
This grew increasingly evident every day until Zach did one of his regular checks and could only stare at the distinct nipples. His second pair of nipples. When he lowered his large EE-cups back down and slid his fingers beneath them to feel his smaller, newer breasts, he shivered at the sensitivity, then shook his head and withdrew his hands.
Zach didn't know how having breasts, let alone four of them, was consistent with his biology. Snakes didn't have breasts at all. It was more a mammalian thing. Now Zach seemed to just be growing random new features. He groaned and sunk down to sit on his bed. What if the second pair grew as large as the first pair? What if they began to leak? This first pair was a hassle as it was.
Zach's appetite continued to surge. More and more livestock was needed to keep him from getting agitated. And with every meal, he was getting larger. No longer did Sid purchase baby animals, but adolescent ones, even adults sometimes. The emu eggs now barely touched the surface of Zach's appetite. He was amazed by how much he could take in, but also, a little frightened.
Sometimes Zach could feel Sid peering at him, thoughtfully, rather similar to the way Wilson and Valerie would. Everything was on display, after all. Zach's swollen belly was fully visible. By then he was the size a pregnant woman would be around her due date. But Zach knew he had more growing to do, and as much as he resented his state, and wanted to get through with it, he was also dreading the ordeal of another labor.
His new pair of breasts—he had started to consider them his under-breasts—were not readily visible and he had not told Sid about their development. The mounds were hidden, squashed beneath the swollen F-cups on his chest, hidden unless he manually lifted the larger mounds off of them. Their position, compressed there, left them sore, hot, and sweaty. Often Zach had to lie back in bed for a reprieve from the discomfort. He would arch his back, hefting his upper breasts up so the lower ones could breathe for a while.
They were growing. That much was evident. Every morning when Zach examined them in the mirror, they seemed a tiny bit plumper. They were putting pressure against his upper breasts, heaving them slightly, making them look even larger, and making the coverage of the shirts even worse. The straining fabric was rendered practically a bandeau by then.
Why did it even matter? Zach was half snake. He had mostly slithered around topless before any of the breast development had started.
It was just weird. The scientists at the mansion had examined him regularly and had just known everything. Zach saw Sid as a friend, not one of his doctors.
Well Sid would find out soon enough, at the rate Zach was going. He was feeding more often than ever before, his belly constantly flushed and packed with a recent meal.
"Going out back," Zach mumbled one afternoon, which just meant that he was going to the wooden shed to stuff down a couple of the adolescent pigs there. His hands absently cradled his belly which was already uncomfortably tight and throbbing from his meal the prior evening.
"Enjoy," said Sid from the kitchen table, not looking up from his paperwork.
Zach slithered out of the house.
It was just routine now.
