Snake Boy, Part 4
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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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Valerie was introducing progressively larger foods for Zach to consume, and Zach was not sure how he felt about it, but he noticed a corresponding increase in his capacity as well as his appetite when the time came.
It was a week after the ostrich eggs that Zach’s hunger had returned.
His body had reverted to its previous state, though perhaps his stomach was no longer concave or even flat, it seemed slightly fuller, in a healthy but unnoticeable way. He knew he was putting on weight. Wilson would be pleased to see it when he returned.
That day Valerie took Zach outside.
It was rather exhilarating, if just because Zach had never been allowed outside on the property before that day. The house was in a remote, wooded area, and tall, thick hedges concealed the residence from any potential spies, yet Wilson had still always insisted that Zach remain indoors. Weird as Valerie was, she offered him freedoms he had yet to experience in his present state.
The evening air felt cool and inviting as it prickled against his skin, arm hairs raising against the brisk feel of it. He followed Valerie as she led him around the house, where he appreciated the expansiveness of the lawns in ways that he couldn’t when he looked down from the windows. It felt liberating; like his world was steadily opening up piece by piece.
But then there was the growing preoccupation of his hunger.
“Here it is,” said Valerie as the two entered the backyard, and Zach laid his eyes on the rare sight of a chicken coup. Valerie laughed at his raised brows. “Yeah, we got everything set up quickly. And it’s just for you.”
Zach could hear chickens clucking inside. Two or so of them were actually walking about, scraping their feet into the grass.
“We have yet to introduce a rooster,” Valerie went on. “Thought I’d warn you first. They can be a bit loud in the mornings. Nice little wakeup call.”
“Valerie…” said Zach uneasily. He could feel himself salivating in the presence of the animals, and at the thought of fresh eggs.
“It’s too early for new eggs,” Valerie went on flippantly. “But the chicks hatched.” She led him around the coup, where several little yellow poofs of feathers were running around, often trailing one of the hens.
Zach stared. The chicks were terribly cute. And yet the guilt that came with each live feeding was getting weaker and weaker. He was becoming accustomed to his animal instincts. Submitting to them.
“Think you can catch one?” said Valerie.
Zach was fast. He swooped down and snatched a chick easily, squeezing it in his fist.
He had been eating birds for a while. He had no issues digesting the feathers these days. And so he arched his neck, opened his mouth wide, and dropped the chick inside.
Valerie stood there and watched happily as Zach gulped down the dozen or so chicks. When Zach finished them all, he hardly felt sated. The chicks felt like nothing in his stomach and he required something heavier to get through another week of fasting. He was just about to ask Valerie whether there were any ostrich eggs left, when she started to walk again. “Come see what I have in the shed.”
Zach was led to a deeper corner of the yard, where a large shed appeared to have been built recently. It resembled a small barn, and made Zach rather bemused that a scientific facility would segue not only into a home but a place of farming and agriculture.
The door hung open, and the surroundings were dirty. Zach wrinkled his nose as his tail dragged through several inches of mud.
“Take a look inside,” said Valerie, looking ecstatic.
Zach did so, and was rewarded with a mixture of thrill and disgust.
Pigs.
Well, one huge, disgusting, big one. The type of pig that intimidated in its sheer fatness and dirtiness. The thing was monstrously plump, sprawled on its side, snorting, just a horrible lump of pink and brown. It was so heavy, Zach couldn’t imagine how it could move.
It was nursing a large litter of piglets. There must have been a dozen of them, all sucking and snorting, fighting over their mother’s teats.
“Time to expand your diet,” said Valerie, causing Zach to grimace.
“I…I’m alright,” said Zach, even as his stomach clenched in hunger. He was decidedly grossed out. “When will Wilson be back?”
“No clue,” said Valerie. “You have to eat Zach.”
Zach didn’t think he could. They were baby animals, and so were the chicks, but—weren’t pigs supposed to be really intelligent? Pigs were mammalian, too similar to humans in their smooth softness, and it was all rather queasy.
“How is it any different from the mice?” Valerie challenged. “Fill that belly of yours.”
Zach supposed there wasn’t really a difference. He was just being a hypocrite, still adjusting, trying to figure out this snake diet and all that it incorporated. “Let me think on it.” Zach slithered off before Valerie could protest further.
But he didn’t last long. He already had a growing obsession with the piglets, how fatty and soft they each looked, how filling. His hunger consumed him, and even when he went back into the house, and found some hen eggs buried in the back of the fridge, he could not stop thinking about how succulent the piglets had looked.
He opened the front door and slithered onto the porch, half-expecting alarm bells to go off, but nothing even stirred. He wondered if this was a new precedent—going outside on his own, getting a snack from the hen house or the shed. Maybe so, at least when Wilson wasn’t around.
Zach wandered a bit, sliding around the property, until he finally found his way back to the shed. He fleetingly wondered where Valerie had gotten to, if she was lurking around somewhere, but it was hard to focus on anything else aside from the growing tension in his chest and wetness in his mouth.
The sow was unconscious. Didn’t even notice as Zach leaned down and plucked a piglet off her teat.
The piglet squealed and snorted, and Zach almost pitied it, but then he was stuffing it into his mouth without really thinking, sucking it into his throat, where it squished down, stretching him, and leaving him without air for those few exhilarating seconds before it was being forced deeper, through his chest, and farther, and it wasn’t even all that bad. It was soft, squishy, and fat, not a hard unyielding mass like the ostrich eggs had been. And yet it was heavier, denser, more filling. Zach heard himself whimper when it finally dropped into his stomach. He felt a squirm. God, the thing was still alive. He shuddered and flushed, then leaned heavily on the shed wall.
It took him a few moments to collect his composure. By then the movement was gone, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. He drew a long breath and smiled slightly.
Then he reached down to grab another piglet. He stuffed it hungrily between his lips.
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Zach always got the best naps after feeding, and he always awoke feeling great.
It was dark in his room, and he could tell it was evening. He shifted slightly in his bed, his hands unconsciously sliding down to examine his stomach. They met with a sizeable bump. He didn’t remember how many piglets he had swallowed down, probably at least half of the litter. They had been small; newborn. But they had still stretched him out in a simultaneously pleasant and uncomfortable way. He was still full and firm at that moment, back to looking as though he six months pregnant, which was both amusing and odd.
He arched his back, allowing his belly to push out and stretch more, basking in the pressure. He didn’t know what it was about feeding that was so pacifying and pleasurable, but he could get used to this. Yes, he certainly could.
Though he had already slept away half the day, Zach allowed his eyelids to droop. It wasn’t as though he had much to do or was getting any complaints. He knew his bump would be softer and smaller by morning as his body digested its contents. It would be completely gone in another day or so.
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When Zach awoke the following day, the bump indeed was softer, though it didn’t appear to have shrunk. He was hardly bothered by this, so shrugged it off, got washed up, and left his room.
He went shirtless, as he often did, but now his meal was on display, and he felt at a cross between proud and embarrassed.
“Enjoyed the piglets, I see,” said Valerie cheekily when they crossed paths in the living room.
“Yeah…” said Zach. He settled himself on the couch.
“There’s plenty more for your next feeding. But gee, they grow so fast.”
“Hm,” was Zach’s only response.
Indeed, there were more piglets. That was something to look forward to. But how fast could they possibly grow that it would warrant concern? Zach thought of the size of the mother sow and winced.
It took another day for him to develop a constant preoccupation with the piglets, even though it wasn’t time for a feeding. His belly was still bloated round from his last meal. This time it just wouldn’t go down, but he was neutral about it. He didn’t mind the sight of his rounded abdomen, as much as it stuck out on his slim form.
Zach realized the more he ate, the more his thoughts seemed to revolve around food, and the more he obsessed or craved it even when he didn’t need it. In another two days, he started to feel the first niggles of hunger, though it wasn’t time to feed yet, not quite. It was early after all, only four days after his last meal, which had been his biggest yet.
He wondered if he was stretching his stomach, allowing for greater capacity and need during each subsequent meal. Perhaps it was something to be concerned with. Still, Zach found himself slithering off to the shed in the backyard, just to fulfill a curiosity. Just to see what was going on.
He was surprised to see for himself how much the remaining piglets had grown. They were visibly fatter, and seemed to be continually sucking on their mother’s teats. Perhaps the absence of competition from the six of their siblings Zach had eaten earlier had paved the way for them to truly indulge, because each piglet looked as though it had had a growth spurt.
Zach was not sure how he was going to get them down if they grew anymore. Perhaps the piglets necessitated separation from their food source—that being their mother—though that idea seemed unnatural and barbaric. They were just piglets, after all. They were supposed to feed, and grow.
Yet they couldn’t be allowed to grow anymore. They already appeared to be the largest things he would attempt to eat, and he feared it would be too much.
I should eat them now, Zach reasoned. Before it becomes a problem. It made sense.
So he did just that.
He stuffed down all six of the remaining piglets, wincing as each one stretched his throat, groaning as they hit his stomach one by one, stretching out the already bloated organ, his belly inching forward as he breathed heavily and poured sweat.
The sow blinked around, dazed and confused, wondering what had happened to her babies.
Zach leaned heavily on the wall, moaning quietly, fingers gently cradling his belly. He swore, he looked as though he was eight months pregnant, gut tight and packed, the faintest sensation of movement still twitching within it. “Nghhhh…” He couldn’t believe he’d done that. He hadn’t been able to stop himself. Not until each and every one had been consumed.
He needed to lie down. Zach flinched as a sharp stinging shot through his side. He needed to relax and digest a bit. Zach slowly slithered back to the house, and fortunately did not bump into Valerie as he made his way to his bedroom. He eased himself down, panting quietly, rubbing his flushed mound. It shuddered. He grunted.
Finally, he closed his eyes.
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The hunger was always brimming under his skin now. Food was becoming a constant preoccupation. Zach tried to sort through his feelings, though it was hard to determine what was best for him versus what was just instinctive. Valerie only encouraged his new behaviors, though it couldn’t be sensible for him to be obsessing over future meals and filling his already-packed gut.
But then, there was no precedence for this. What was considered normal conduct for a snake-boy anyway?
When Wilson returned, he was surprised by the rounded state of Zach’s abdomen. “Ah, did you feed today?” he asked.
“No,” Zach admitted.
“Yesterday?” said Wilson.
Valerie came to join them by the threshold, looking smug as ever.
“No,” said Zach.
Wilson’s brows shot up and Zach considered that maybe he was putting on too much weight after all.
