Snake Girl, Part 7

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Summary: Tori is transformed into a snake from the hips down. Contains: Female: stuffing, weight gain, pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, transformation, and more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re doing fine, Tori. 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 Tori.

“God,” Tori puffed out.

“Oh, don’t mind them.”

Tori’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!” Tori groaned as her belly heaved up and down in pronounced pulsations.

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

Hands reached down to grab her arms, pulling her hands away. Tori 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 Tori to cry out. She was pushed upward to a seated position so her chest pressed into the mass, her body contorted to maximum strain, belly being squeezed and shoved in all directions.

It shuddered and shifted. Tori screamed. She could actually see it moving, sinking on her form. It was slowly being engulfed by the snake part of her body and Tori 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.

Tori looked down at herself, cupping the mound in wonder. Her body was still awkward, but to a lesser degree. She was somehow more mobile with the mound now filling the upper part of her tail.

It lurched and sunk. Tori grimaced at the sensation. She cupped the swell as it quivered and slid, quivered and slid. She moaned and fell back, half-lidded eyes on the ceiling. Her hands moved, exploring what had become of her torso. Her 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 she had gained weight there, and developed a bit of a belly.

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

Tori 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 Tori’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, Tori sprawled back, sweating. She allowed her eyelids to droop and found herself dozing. She awoke briefly when she felt herself being lifted.

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

Things went dark again.

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

Tori’s eyes darted over to Valerie. Tori had hardly spoken for the past week, let alone left her bedroom. She 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 she was now capable of carrying them somehow. No one had bothered to notify her what was going on, not even when she was giving birth. She still didn’t know what the eggs contained. She quietly hoped it was nothing.

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

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

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

Tori 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?”

Tori’s eyes went wide, her body going rigid. “They’re not even—” she started. Were they even hers? She had no idea. And there had to be dozensof them. Tori found herself ardently shaking her head, but that didn’t stop the scientist. Valerie 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 Tori, Tori could see that the iris’ were slits like a snake’s. Like Tori’s.

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

God, what had they done to her?

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

The next few days transpired in a rapid haze, as though Tori was watching them on film rather than experiencing them personally. She was given an additional baby to nurse on her free breast, then later the first was taken away. The infants continued to be cycled and she 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.

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

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

And her mind always drifted back to the fact that she’d given birth to them. She had produced eggs. Goodness.

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

“Tori, 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.”

Tori was suddenly wide awake. She looked down at herself, from her pudgy gut, to her round breasts, which only seemed to have inflated over the past several days, nipples arbitrarily dripping even at present. They were warm and full, full of milk.

As mortified as Tori was of what had become of her body, the offering of a reprieve from confinement was so intriguing and exciting, she could not turn it down. She was suddenly yearning for it, and desperately.

So she nodded.

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