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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 growing and growing. His body was so uncomfortably tight yet he couldn't seem to stop eating. And he was huge.

Food seemed to be all he thought about lately. His frequent bouts of hunger were accompanied by a persistent obsession with filling his mouth and stomach.

His massive stomach. He looked abnormal. As though he was heavily pregnant. But then, there was little that was normal about Zach these days. He was half-snake, after all.

Zach's latest venture onto the lawns brought him to the barn. He slid quietly inside where he found the mother pig there sleeping noisily.

She was alone now. Over time, he had picked off her babies, and each had been succulent. The mother was all that was left, still massively fat and sedentary, as pigs were wont to being.

Zach lingered there and watched her for a while, perhaps out of boredom. In the back of his mind, he thought of the other food options on the lawns. He thought of the eggs he could snack on and the chickens he might indulge himself with, yet his focus remained on the pig.

Zach slid closer to the animal. He felt as though his body was moving almost out of his control. It was a rare instance in which he knew what was coming. He could feel what the instincts were urging before he acted on them. He tried to fight it. It's too big, he told himself. I'll injure myself. Rupture something. It just. Can't. Fit.

But he was closing in, swooping down, and there was little he could do to stop it. He opened his mouth near the pig's plump head. It felt as though his jaw was somehow unlocking.

No, no, no... he protested his own actions.

But his lips had already made contact with the pig's head, and were continuing to stretch wider, trying to meet its width.

The sow startled awake, and began to scramble, but Zach was fast.

He wrapped his arms around the large animal, his swollen belly pressing into its plump pink flesh. His tail swung forward to wrap around the creature, and Zach found himself on the muddy ground with the pig in a tight full-body wrap. The sow was strong, twitching and scrambling for freedom. But Zach was stronger.

He leaned forward and took more of the pig in.

Half of its head was in his stretched mouth. He was sure it was a grotesque sight. He didn't even know how it was possible. He leaned forward, shoving the rest of the head in, where it began to hit his throat. He moaned as his discomfort began to turn to pain. He was horrified and disgusted with himself. He wanted to stop; to spit the thing out.

Yet he pushed forward, grunting, eyes stinging with tears. He took the odd gasp of air when he could manage as he forced the pig into himself, his mouth and throat stretching more than ever before.

Zach was certain that several weeks ago, before his belly-growth, he would have considered the pig larger than he was. It was implausible that he would eat it whole. He thought he'd start retching at any moment, but now his muscles were working, pumping forcefully, his abdomen as well as the tail facilitating this process somehow.

He could feel the head of the sow start to push into his stomach while the rear was still entering his mouth. He was under too much strain to even grunt. He wondered what sort of image he made, mouth and body contorted, jaw stretched to extremes, chest puffed out. He felt inflexible, like his back was unnaturally erect, forced to the shape of the pig compressed like one great sausage and being forced into him.

More of it inched into his stomach, accompanied by unbelievable strain, and the frightening sensation of his belly's present contents being shoved aside and outward to make way for the pig.

Zach's jaw progressively closed as the remainder of the pig entered his throat. His whole face was aching, his chest heavy and stretched as his abdomen and tail continued their forceful spasms, forcing the pig down as the rest of him quavered.

It was relieving to feel the pig push down his throat and out of his chest yet stressful to feel more of it being forced into his stomach.

What did I do?Zach wondered, sprawled on his side, face flushed, belly red and shuddering. It looked as though it was inflating, like it might pop. He was painfully arched and afraid to move. His swollen mound was hot, sweaty, and protruding fully out from under his top.

He groaned and twitched as he grew yet tighter and heavier, the rear of the pig still painstakingly shoving its way into his stomach. "Oh god," he gasped, tears springing from his eyes and rolling across his cheeks. He croaked out as his belly gave a forceful heave that left him unable to breathe and made him fear that he was splitting apart.

Then the thing was fully inside his gut, and Zach was left too afraid to move. Not sure if he even could.

He couldn't believe how huge he was, his belly laying in the filth, protruding from his form, sleek, red, and visibly pulsating.

He was still crying. His whole body was sore and aching. His abdomen felt like it was generating heat. His nipples stung for some reason.

Another shudder ran through him. Zach grunted and clasped his belly, gingerly. He didn't know how long he lay there on the barn floor, grunting, moaning, crying, and fidgeting. It was dark when he heard the sound of feet padding his way. Heels clicked against the hay-strewn floor and someone hoovered over him.

"Oh, you poor thing," she said in a tone he couldn't discern to be sincere or mocking. It was Valerie, after all.

Zach just took several gasps and hummed not to groan out. Valerie was serious about encouraging his independence, and tended not to go looking for him. Again he wondered how long he had been sprawled there. Hours, probably. His belly gave another forceful heave, still trying to digest his massive meal. Trying to just accommodate it, really.

"Too big," Zach gasped out, indicating his stomach. "I shouldn't have...nrrgghhg...get it out." He panted.

Valerie gave him a quizzical look, one of her brows rising. "Shame on you, Zach. You overindulged and don't want to face the consequences? What do you want me to do? Cut you open?"

Zach unintentionally flinched, the image of him being experimented on and dissected hitting a little too close to home. His hands cradled his mound, at least what they could reach of it. His stomach was so large his arms could not encircle it. Not nearly.

"No. You'll just have to deal with this on your own." Valerie crouched down to stroke his head. She studied him for a few moments. Then she straightened.

She began to walk towards the door, and he couldn't believe she would leave him like this, lying on the dirty floor, unable to move.

"Wait," he rasped.

He could see Valerie pause in the entryway, her back turned.

"God," he breathed. His vision blurred. Then everything slowly went black despite his effort to fight it. But maybe he was better off that way.

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As Zach awoke, some sweet, bitter liquid was being tipped down his throat. He instinctively gulped and was shushed as he moaned. He was so exhausted he could barely move an inch.

He didn't think he managed to peel his eyes open before he was sinking back into unconsciousness. But he sensed the offering of more fluid, and took it in.

When he awoke a second time, he registered that the strain was not as bad as it had been before. It was still considerable, but no longer suffocating and painful. He felt heavy and lethargic, and heard himself hissing when someone stroked his head. The hand slid down to cup the growths on his chest, the recent softness there. He whimpered because it felt unspeakably nice, but also frightening. Finally, he managed to open his eyes.

"Zach," said Valerie, beaming. It was hardly a surprise that she was the one hoovering over him, doing as she pleased.

Zach blinked until his vision was no longer blurry. His back was stiff and achy. He was somehow still on the barn floor.

"Sorry, dear," Valerie supplied. "Not safe to move you right now. Not in your condition."

He wondered what condition she was referring to. The scientists had never had any qualms with doing as they pleased to him, moving him among those things. Secondly, he wondered how long he had been there. He could see that the sun was out through the slats of the barn.

Zach decided that he would get up on his own, soon. He just had to gather the strength. His hand shook slightly as it reached down and made contact with his hot, tight drum of a belly. It seemed to extend so far out. It was so huge, it was daunting.

"Here, eat this," said Valerie.

Zach caught a glimpse of a particular plump mouse clutched in her hands.

"What? Nn-no. I-I can't," he stammered, wishing he could scramble away as she pressed it to his lips as though she might shove it right into his mouth.

She didn't need to. Zach's lips parted almost of their own accord. He felt himself sucking the mouse into his mouth all while thinking, No, no, no!

His throat ached, still tender, as the mouse shifted steadily down. He saw that Valerie already had another gripped in her first. In fact, there was a whole squirming canvas bag set beside her, presumably filled with them.

Zach gulped then whined out as the first mouse hit his already over-packed stomach. "Why are you doing this?" he said in a strangled voice.

"You need to eat, dear." Valerie fed him another.

Time proceeded as such, with Zach lying there groaning, Valerie appearing every now and then to stuff a rodent into his mouth or pour some medicine down his throat.

There was a variety of medicines, all liquid, sweet, and unpleasant in flavor. Some were more syrupy than others. He felt as though he was overflowing. His chest ached so much. The skin there. His nipples. Then at some point he looked down to see that they themselves were weeping. His nipples...were leaking.

White fluid. He was producing…milk.

Zach was startled. Not only was he male, but he was half-snake. There was no logic to the development. Once he took a moment to process it, he supposed that it was not any more disturbing than turning into a reptile from the hips down. Still, it was unusual and quite unexpected.

Zach wearily studied his chest. They were not large by any means, but he had undeniably developed breasts. Despite the weight gain in his belly, it did not look nearly natural on his human parts. He had developed a massive belly and small breasts whereas the rest of his torso—his shoulders, arms, back—maintained average to slim dimensions. Thus the breasts, small though they were, seemed all the more unusual, having sprouted from a male torso.

They were plump. If it was a weight or hormonal issue, they would not have been as full and round as they were. These breasts were engorged. They were feminine and functional. Now they were lactating. Zach directed his gaze to the ceiling and tried to breathe.

Valerie just smiled. She didn't even attempt to explain how things were proceeding.

Zach's hips felt weird and heavy. Something—his girth no doubt—sat low at where the tail started, cradled by his pelvis.

Zach wheezed out as his belly jerked suddenly, tightening and compressing as though someone had punched him hard in the gut. But it was just his muscles spasming, sort of squeezing his already pressurized midsection. It took him a while to recover, at which point he asked, "What's happening?" with his gasping breaths.

Valerie was again crouched beside him. She laid her palm on his navel as she gave it a contemplative look. "Everything's going to be fine, Zach," she assured, not taking her eyes off the mass.