Naga

Note: This is a story-prompt for redshadow.

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Ever since Fred’s trip to India, things had gotten weird.

Fred had somehow gotten separated from the rest of his friends in a scarcely populated area, and stumbled his way into an old temple. He had looked around, and snickered at the ludicrous images of the Naga deity. He had shouted in surprise at the sight of a snake, and promptly smashed it with a rock.

Fred hadn’t been feeling well ever since.

He was home now, and back to his college courses, and Fred noticed that accompanying his newfound feelings of continual indigestion, he was getting steadily fatter. His stomach seemed to be bloating with growth every day, and his pecs had sagged then bloated up again, getting softer and rounder than they were firm. He went up two shirt sizes in only a week, and little could seem to hide his growing body.

His friends snickered at him, and made crude jokes about his “moobs.” They called him a “fatass,” and poked at the “beer belly” stretching out his shirts.

But it wasn’t a beer belly. Fred hadn’t been drinking lately. For some reason he couldn’t compel himself to. Instead he spent most nights alone and ashamed, often furiously stuffing down food in his apartment. And he continued to gradually get fatter, and oddly flushed in the face. He also found himself rather emotional, and achy, and took to avoiding people altogether.

He got chubbier and chubbier, and he soon noticed that the skin on his legs had gotten dry, and was now consumed by eczema—or more like a rash that seemed to be darkening. He could hardly comprehend all the physical changes overtaking him.

His swollen belly grew and grew, rapidly getting out of control. It bobbed one night as Fred was consumed by hiccups. By then he looked as though he was pregnant. He knew he should have seen a doctor, but he was just too unnerved. So instead he turned off his bedroom lights, and promptly fell asleep.

When Fred awoke, he shifted awkwardly, feeling much like a beached whale. He turned on his lights to see that his belly button was protruding outwards on his gut. He wrinkled his nose.

He tried to get up, but for some reason his legs felt as though they were glued together. It took some wriggling to thrust them over the edge of the bed, but he still couldn’t separate them.

Fred’s eyes darted to the full length mirror across from him and released a sharp gasp.

His belly was just as massive as it had been the night before, if not moreso. But now instead of legs attached to his waist, he looked as though his torso was attached to a—a snake tail. The thick appendage started just beneath the curve of his belly, his genitals and legs replaced with dark green scales. The limb trailed to the floor, long and sinuous. Fred could only stare, sure he was dreaming.

He managed to stand—on the tail somehow. He balanced there watching his naked torso heaving with his shock.

“Ohh…” Fred grunted, when his insides tightened slightly with a sharp, but unsubstantial pain. He held his belly, unconsciously rubbing it, still at a loss of what was going on.

Fred had no idea that he was packed full of Naga eggs, and continually developing more as punishment for his disrespectful acts at the temple several weeks before.

His face twisted as he felt another stab. His belly tightened, quivered, and seemed to push out yet more. “Nrrhh…” He felt as though he had to use the bathroom, though had no clue how he would achieve such a thing, in his present state. He hissed quietly, and caressed his swollen belly, oblivious to the fact that he was in labor.