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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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Though Wilson had made a return, he no longer appeared to be a full-time guardian to Tori. Wilson would only come by once or twice a week now, and often he seemed preoccupied. A slow transition occurred as Valerie established herself as a leading authority within the dwelling.
Though admittedly, Valerie felt like less of an authority than an ally. She was even quite friendly with Tori. It was odd to even consider it, but Tori was beginning to favor Valerie’s presence over Wilson's.
"We want to administer a treatment to help aid in your nutrient absorption," Valerie told Tori in the exam room one evening. Across the room, Dr. Carter was prepping a tray of medical equipment. "Nonsurgical. Entirely safe. First we'll give you a mild sedative. We thought we'd do this at night since you'll likely just fall asleep. Won't feel a thing."
Tori nodded. She wasn't surprised that the treatment was necessary. She glanced at the unnaturally rounded state of her belly. "Will it also help with digestion?"
Valerie smiled. "We'll see."
Tori took the pill she offered over, and it wasn't long before she was nodding off against the medical bed. The last thing she remembered seeing was Carter hoovering over her as Valerie pulled on a pair of latex gloves, and then there was darkness.

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When Tori awoke, it was morning time. She was tucked under some blankets and had managed to sleep all night in the exam room.
She still was not sure what specifically the treatment had entailed, but she felt fine except for a soreness in her gut she only noticed when she moved. Valerie strolled in from one of the offices adjoined to the room and beamed in that way Tori was getting accustomed to.
"Everything went swimmingly, Tori. You may have some discomfort for a day or two. How do you feel now?"
"Hungry," Tori admitted. She had few other complaints but the hunger was strong; stirring. Her belly clenched oddly.
Valerie's grin broadened. "Why don't you get yourself some breakfast?"
The concept of breakfast was an odd one. Tori had started off eating only every several days, but now seemed to be indulging often and arbitrarily, and no one would tell her whether or not it was normal.
She gingerly lowered herself from the bed. She was still in the hospital gown she had been wearing the night before, the material tenting out at her midsection. The fabric felt crisp and unpleasant on her sensitive skin. She doffed it, bringing herself down to a black bandeau top, not minding the way her rounded belly was left on display. It looked rather amusing on her slim body. It was big. And she was going to fill it more.
Valerie checked Tori’s temperature then let her go. Tori slid off to her bedroom. It didn't take her long to spot one of the mice happily infesting her living space. This one was fat and pregnant. She sucked it down.

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In the days that followed, Tori felt strangely mellow. She was filled with a sense of contentedness that was perhaps inherent to people who were plump, lazy, and lacking in worldly tribulations that didn't involve eating, napping, or other leisurely activities.
She felt warm as well, her insides radiating heat, her skin often flushed pink when she wasn't sprawled somewhere completely still. Her everyday exertions of getting up and slithering around left her a little breathless.
Yet she felt strangely good, to be curled up, around her full belly, or to idly scratch it where it perched on her lap. It was always full. She was always feeding. When Wilson was around, he would throw odd, or concerned looks Tori’s way, but he never said anything much. Valerie was as encouraging as ever.
"I want you to have more freedoms, but also more responsibility," Valerie told her one day while they were playing video games. Valerie was surprisingly good at it and defeated Tori three times in a row. Tori began to suspect that the scientist had more experience gaming than she let on. "I thought we'd start with chores."
"Chores," Tori echoed. It sounded so mundane, so normal. She liked the sound of it. "Okay.”
She did appreciate the freedoms. Wilson would have never let Tori outside in the yard, let alone by herself. Now there was even talk of Tori getting to leave the compound, whatever that would look like. The concept was simultaneously daunting and exciting, and it was a preoccupation that was steadily escalating to a thrilling anxiety.
Her belly nudged into the counter when she washed dishes. She found it amusing, how round she was now. How heavily her large meals sat on her body as her insides strained to digest.
Tori was becoming a pro at feeding. She was more confident and adventurous. She went to the hen house one afternoon to get some fresh eggs, when a strong compulsion overcame her. Rather than going for the eggs, she grabbed up a plump hen, and found herself stretching her jaw wider than she ever had before as she stuffed the whole squawking animal into her mouth, and she swore, she almost choked. Her throat strained and ached as spontaneous tears rolled down her cheeks, throat working as she struggled to get the thing through. She soon found herself on the ground, rolling and twitching.
Then she was gasping for breath, and the hen was arduously being pushed through her body. As it began to shift into her stomach, her abdomen stretched in a pleasant sensation, pushing out as she arched and reddened, groaning out as she felt herself being filled, belly shuddering and swelling right there where she was sprawled in the grass.
There was a popping sensation that caused her to gasp, her hands immediately going to her navel, ghosting over it where they found the change. Her belly button was now protruding outward. Tori panted and moaned.

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Maybe she was overdoing it, but then, there were no parameters, no standards, nothing to compare herself to in terms of feeding and growth.
God, she was beginning to look like she was pregnant. Like she was due with child. She was just so round, and still pigging out.
Sometimes her hands unconsciously reached down to cradle the mound. It was so heavy, and had so much dimension. Her torso had been concave only a few weeks earlier. It was stunning to think about how much she had changed with her new method of eating.

Valerie would giggle at Tori arbitrarily and without explanation. Perhaps it was when she caught Tori touching her stomach. Tori was beginning to feel self-conscious and starting to dislike Valerie all over again. Valerie grinned at her distended midsection and bulging navel, and had Tori had any ground to stand on, maybe she would have started a fight about it.
Besides, Valerie had never been anything close to professional. Why would Tori suddenly expect it from her now? Valerie was a bit of a joke. Tori saw the way the other scientists looked at her—as though shewas the one with a half-snake body. Valerie was an oddity all on her own.
In her confined world, Tori easily found distractions from her distractions. Minor things. Like the mouse infestation, which was steadily growing. The rodents would scuttle about with few reservations, and at all hours of the day. More often than not, Tori sighted pregnant ones. It was like a challenge, and she was helpless but to indulge frequently, filling herself more. Her tail was still steadily getting longer, trailing behind her as she slithered around.
Tori paused one morning as she was sitting up in bed. She grimaced through a weird clench of sensation in her gut.
She'd been having odd feelings of indigestion lately, though it wasn't really surprising, given the girth and congestion. She hummed as she felt a squirming sensation inside of her. Slowly, the feeling mitigated. Tori sighed and looked down to notice her hands cupping either side of her belly.
She noticed something else as well. Tori furrowed her brows and got up, shifting slowly to the mirror. She covered a yawn as she eyed her reflection, then lowered her hand, a little perplexed by her newest changes.
Her nipples were darker, now a deep pink. Not only were they darker, but larger as well, swollen, distended, bigger in general. And the areola seemed broader, a little puffier. It was odd. Tori touched it curiously, and was surprised by the sensitivity, her face heating, and her arm jerking away.
Weird, was all she could really think as she continued to scrutinize herself in the mirror. It wasn't too noticeable if someone wasn't paying attention, she supposed. Maybe it was just a phase her unusual body was going through, or some side-effect of the weight gain. She would wait to see if the scientists noticed or expressed concern during her next physical exam.
There was more lurching. Tori absently rubbed her stomach as she slid off and started the process of getting cleaned up.

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Her chest was changing.
In only another few days, Tori could see and feel that her small chest had gotten softer, a swelling curve beneath each nipple. Her breasts were growing, and it seemed so random amongst all the other things her body was going through.
At the same time, the sensation of them interested her, and she wasn't afraid of exploring it anymore.
It made her shiver, her tail twisting as she relished in the increased pleasure of gliding her fingers over her swollen nipples. It was almost strange to feel anything sexual in the absence of her human sex organs. She had hardly even registered how she had transitioned into an asexual being, at least by human terms. So Tori found herself weirdly protective of the increasing sensation. She enjoyed her new form of pleasure. It felt like a secret that she couldn't give up. She found herself starting to wear shirts again, though it was scarce that the material could pull down past her navel, and she'd stare at the small tops in wonder that they had ever fit her at all.
Her belly was still growing with every meal. It was getting tenser and tighter, her breathing thinning and face flushed. As smooth and sinuously as she could glide upon her tail, she found her movements becoming heavier and awkward, until the day came that she felt as though she just couldn't fit anything else in her belly, even despite the hunger. And yet she couldn't stop eating. She filled herself more. She wondered what was happening to her as she sat, fidgeted, and tugged at her shirt which felt tight all over. Her abdomen was tight all over.
That afternoon, Tori had an exam. Cool hands on her chest made her shudder embarrassingly. She reddened and it was clear that everyone knew her secret. The gloved hands withdrew and Tori was allowed to pull down her top.
Valerie hummed. She was acting particularly smug that day as she pressed her stethoscope against Tori’s belly and the constant churning within. "Everything's going well," she assured, but there was no way that could be true. Tori gave her a helpless look.
"I can't stop eating," Tori disclosed, as she rubbed her mound, even conscious of the motions, and conscious of how Valerie and the two other scientists present saw. "I don't think my digestive system is working properly. My stomach doesn't go down like it used to. Can't you do something?" she said breathlessly, wiping some sweat off her brow.
"Not yet. But soon," Valerie assured, helping Tori off the medical bed. The exam was over.
"Am I dying?" Tori blurted.
"What? Of course not. You're perfect."
Tori was dubious of the claim, but at least felt a little better by the rare look of sincerity in Valerie's eyes.
"Right. Okay," she muttered as she allowed herself to be ushered to the door, feeling more like a slug in her movements than a snake these days.
"Everything will be fine, Tori, I promise."
Behind Valerie's shoulder, Dr. Shaw didn't look too sure. She was staring at Tori, as she often did now since Tori had gotten fat. Shaw’s eyes flickered to Tori’s chest then back down to her gut, before Shaw shifted her attention to the chart in her hands and scribbled something down.

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