Snake Boy, Part 7

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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 was certain his belly looked larger than a beach ball. God, he couldn’t even describe how massive it was.

And it was still suffering those forceful heaves and jerks that left his whole body rocking. He felt exhausted but could hardly doze between the tension, discomfort, and painful squeezes that were consistently assaulting his midsection.

A pillow was placed under his head at some point, but Zach remained sprawled across the barn floor bereft of any dignity.

Additionally, it was no longer just Valerie overseeing his tormented situation. Various figures in white lab coats came in and out of the barn, sometimes standing over him, peering down with intrigued looks on their faces, other times, taking blood, or checking his vitals. They would ask infuriating questions, like, “rate your pain on a scale of 1 to 10.”

All Zach could wheeze out was, “make it stop!”

He felt like an animal—well, even more so than before. There were no longer even any airs. He was an object to them; an experiment they could tweak and adjust to their contentment.

What did you do to me? he wanted to ask as he whined and fidgeted. His massive belly was assaulted by another forceful clench, his insides squeezing, making him feel like he would pop. His skin was soaked in sweat and flushed an angry red hue. Like his stomach just couldn’t take any more abuse. He took desperate wheezes of air. Every so often, when he would least expect it, another mouse would be shoved into his mouth. As though on autopilot, he would gulp it down despite his body’s resistance, and the way his belly quaked in forceful protest of yet more load.

God, his body felt so strange. Like his human parts were being contorted to extremes, to levels of unnaturalness that made his claim on humanity all the narrower. He couldn’t function, he just lay there groaning and squirming, not certain how much time was passing or who it was prodding at him at any particular moment.

The clenches were now accompanied by a distinct rocking sensation, his belly relaxing, then jerking, his muscles shoving it downward, as he croaked in pain, only for his muscles to relax again a moment later. This process repeated continuously, his mound rocking up and down. Sometimes it felt like it was trying to detach, as he grunted, face red, veins bulging on his forehead, “Nrrghhhh..gaahhhhhh…whhyy?" he whined out.

During another of those reprieves from tension, Zach looked down at himself through bleary eyes and realized his belly actually did look lower now. Somehow, it was working its way farther down on his torso. It was shifting with the weird contractions, now so low on his waist, it looked like it was beginning to be swallowed by the tail.

“How do you feel?” said Dr. Reed as Zach gasped for breath.

“I don’t—what a—what’s going on?” he managed hoarsely, eyes darting around. The barn was even more crowded with scientists than before. But he had no time to properly speculate why or analyze the situation. He was completely panicked anticipating the next horrible contraction.

“You’re doing fine, Zach. Everything is going smoothly.”

The environment was changing. The scientists themselves were clearing things away while moving other things around. Most of the hay had been swept up from the floor, and the barn itself was becoming something different. Something more clinical.

The walls had been removed, wooden slats lifted to reveal glass beneath. Beyond the glass, seated in neat rows of chairs, were dozens of scientists, many of them with clipboards and tablets, and they were all staring at Zach.

“God,” Zach puffed out.

“Oh, don’t mind them.”

Zach’s gaze flitted upwards to find that Valerie had reappeared, an inane grin on her face.

“They’re just observing,” she chirped. “Just pretend they’re not here. Please, proceed like normal.”

Proceed with what!?

“Arrrgghhhh!” Zach groaned as his belly heaved up and down in pronounced pulsations.

He was on display. A presentation. Everyone was watching him as he suffered through what he assumed to be his stomach rupturing from the inside out. But oddly, his huge swell was continuing to sink lower on his body. Almost half of it had dipped below his waist, entering the start of his tail, which seemed to have far more elasticity than his human parts did. It was still uncomfortable and frightening. Zach laid his palms on the swollen, sweaty mass as though to keep it from sinking farther. “Gnoooo…” he groaned in fear.

Hands reached down to grab his arms, pulling his hands away. Zach looked up to see Valerie, Reed, and even Wilson, who looked vaguely apologetic. Rather than offering the mound support, Valerie put pressure on it with her hands, causing Zach to cry out. He was pushed upward to a seated position so his chest pressed into the mass, his body contorted to maximum strain, belly being squeezed and shoved in all directions.

It shuddered and shifted. Zach screamed. He could actually see it moving, sinking on his form. It was slowly being engulfed by the snake part of his body and Zach didn’t know whether it was something to celebrate or fear.

Then, abruptly, the mass slid entirely into the tail, and the pain evaporated. All that remained was an immense sensation of pressure.

Zach looked down at himself, cupping the mound in wonder. His body was still awkward, but to a lesser degree. He was somehow more mobile with the mound now filling the upper part of his tail.

It lurched and sunk. Zach grimaced at the sensation. He cupped the swell as it quivered and slid, quivered and slid. He moaned and fell back, half-lidded eyes on the ceiling. His hands moved, exploring what had become of his torso. His stomach was still plump, but no longer home to the mountainous protrusion. Now it was just plump in more of a natural, soft way, as though he had gained weight there, and developed a bit of a belly.

His breasts were still present, and felt…bigger, if anything. They had to be C-cups. To his humiliation, his nipples were dripping. He didn’t look, but he could feel dozens of gazes on him, watching every inch of his body; observing his every shift. This was a special kind of torture. Even worse than the painful clenches he had suffered moments earlier.

Zach grimaced and uncoiled slightly to facilitate the ongoing passage of the mass. It was shifting lower and lower along the impressive length of the tail. Finally it had nearly reached the end, where an opening formed and progressively stretched open, something crowing, pushing through, until finally Zach’s body released something that looked like…a softball?

It was too elliptical in shape to really resemble a softball. And it was imperfect, from the color to the shape. Truth be told, it looked more like…an egg. The opening reformed and stretched wide to finally release another of the masses. “Oh my...nghhh…” several pushed out in quick succession in a sensation that wasn’t bad but wasn’t remotely familiar.

It seemed to go on for hours, Zach sprawled back, sweating. He allowed his eyelids to droop and found himself dozing. He awoke briefly when he felt himself being lifted.

“We’re moving you to bed, Zach,” said Valerie’s voice.

Things went dark again.

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“Zach, it’s happening!” said Valerie as she burst into his room.

Zach’s eyes darted over to her. He had hardly spoken for the past week, let alone left his bedroom. He was decidedly disturbed about what had transpired with the…with the eggs. How they had come to be. The fact that they were supposedly viable, and he was now capable of carrying offspring somehow. No one had bothered to notify him what was going on, not even when he was giving birth. He still didn’t know what the eggs contained. He quietly hoped it was nothing.

He felt betrayed, but that also seemed a ridiculous notion. He had sold himself to the scientists. They had no obligations of loyalty, or even respect. They had been secretive in their cruelty, but at least now he knew. He was nothing but an object to them. Neither Wilson, Valerie, nor anyone else could care less about him.

Zach was weak. He had been since the incident, the—birthing. He mostly lay around, trying to distract himself from memories of the experience, but found himself lingering on it constantly. How all those scientists had watched—spectated, really. He had stopped watching television because he had seen an actual news report about himself. “Man is spliced with snake-DNA and made capable of producing eggs…” They hadn’t commented about his identity or too many specifics, but it was known. To the outside world, he wouldn’t be a tortured individual, but a scientific breakthrough. There were probably medical journals about him in the works at that very moment.

In the aftermath of the birth, he just felt overheated and weary. His chest was hot, throbbing, and swelling. His shirts stretched over the mounds now, and his nipples had grown larger as well. The sensation was erogenous and uncomfortable, and he tried to minimize his contact with his breasts in general. They still leaked at unpredictable moments, but he hoped it would stop over time.

Zach stared blankly up at Valerie, oblivious of what she was talking about, but wary of the excited look on her face.

“The eggs are hatching! How would you like to meet your first baby?”

Zach’s eyes went wide, his body going rigid. “They’re not even—” he started. Were they even his? He had no idea. And there had to be dozens of them. He found himself ardently shaking his head, but that didn’t stop Valerie. She hurried out of the room and returned a moment later, cradling a…an actual baby.

The thing was worrisomely small, but seemed healthy. It was hard to believe that this baby had actually been born from an egg. Additionally, there were subtle peculiarities. The baby’s skin seemed to have a greenish hue, and when the infant opened its eyes to look at Zach, Zach could see that the iris’ were slits like a snake’s. Like Zach’s.

Valerie deposited the baby in Zach’s arms before he could even react. “Here,” she said, adjusting his hold. “She’s hungry. You just have to…” Before Zach could register what Valerie was doing, she had pushed up his shirt and was pressing the infant into his chest. The baby found Zach’s nipple by instinct and latched on. Suddenly he was nursing.

God, what had they done to him?

Zach wondered if he had an obligation to do this, morally, or otherwise. He tried not to look too closely at the infant. He was still so disturbed by it. This thing had hatched from one of his eggs.

The next few days transpired in a rapid haze, as though he was watching them on film rather than experiencing them personally. He was given an additional baby to nurse on his free breast, then later the first was taken away. The infants continued to be cycled and he still didn’t know how many of them there were. They all looked the same, but also different, all with arbitrary extraordinary features, like yellow eyes, or patches of scales, greenish skin, and so on.

He had gotten accustomed to being sprawled back allowing two of the offspring to nurse as he stared off into nothing. He knew he couldn’t have been their only source of nutrition. There were several of them and just one of him. So why the charade? Why were the scientists making him nurse at all?

Perhaps it was an effort to get him to bond with them, though he would have preferred for his emotions to be left out of this whole sordid debacle. He had already been tricked once before.

And his mind always drifted back to the fact that he’d given birth. He had produced children. Goodness.

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Valerie entered his bedroom one afternoon with two of her colleagues. There was no knock at the door and no more airs of respect. Zach was dozing on the bed, hardly cognizant of the two snake/human infants clasped in his arms. Valerie nodded to her colleagues, and they took the two babies away. Perhaps they had given up on their efforts to get him to form an attachment, at least for the time being.

“Zach, now that the details of your procedure have been made public, the scientific community is highly interested in you. Would you be willing to attend a Biological Engineering conference next week? It is large, but fairly local.”

Zach was suddenly wide awake. He looked down at himself, from his pudgy gut, to his round breasts, which only seemed to have inflated over the past several days, nipples arbitrarily dripping even at present. He had round, womanly D-cups. They were warm and full, full of milk.

As mortified as Zach was of what had become of his body, the offering of a reprieve from confinement was so intriguing and exciting, he could not turn it down. He was suddenly yearning for it, and desperately.

So he nodded.

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