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Watts slammed the door behind him as he stepped into the cabin. The place stank of sweat and slaughter and that was the reason he loved it. He took a deep sniff, keeping his mouth closed, and let it out a few seconds later, a smile playing across his tan face. Chuckling, he walked across the cabin, the worn wooden floorboards creaking under each step of his boot. He stopped in front of a long wooden table atop which rested a grimy, open-ceiling glass cage. Inside the cage were a multitude of snakes of all lengths and hues. They wriggled over and around each other in their prison as Watts approached. Though there were a little more than two dozen of the slithering reptiles, their movements did nothing to ensure escape out of the cage. Escape was not their motivation for movement. No, Watts thought with a gleeful chuckle, they moved because they were panicked, they writhed in fear, fear of him--or so Watts thought, what he wished to believe.

Yet perhaps Watts was not wrong. There had used to be over forty snakes in the cage. Surely they had noticed him taking one of their number intermittently, surely they had long ago noticed the tools hanging upon the walls across of their cage behind Watts, and surely they had noticed the distressed hisses of their kin as they were cut and killed, flesh stripped from their scales, and skin unceremoniously stuffed into a jar full of liquid chemicals. Still, Watts had to admit he could be giving the reptiles too much credit. Though they were the rarest, most valuable, and most endangered of their kind, they were just animals. The snakes weren't prized for their minds, but their hide and the hue of their scales.

Still, Watts preferred to believe it was fear that fed the snakes' movements. There was a certain, dark thrill to standing over the cage of snakes, lording over the writhing reptiles as he decided which one would die this day so that the rest would live. Of course, this was all a lie--it was his customers that ultimately chose the snakes' fates. As always, Watts clung to his fabricated reality, for as far as the snakes knew he was their god and their reaper.

Watts procured a pair of gloves from his pockets and hummed a simple tune as he placed them tightly on, rolling his long sleeves over the barest bit of flesh the gloves left exposed. Smiling, he watched the snakes, looking for the one that he would have to butcher today. After a few seconds of searching, he spotted it, a wiry snake with scales that alternated between bands of red and gold. Watts was unsure of its proper scientific name, not that he cared. All that mattered was that someone thought its hide beautiful enough to place on a purse perhaps and that its life would soon be solely in Watts' hands.

Watts suddenly thrust a hand forward and grabbed at the snake tangled up amongst its kin. With a little shaking and a shout, he separated it from the rest, lifting it out of the cage with a tight grip under its head. Watts snickered as it struggled and squirmed. It was utterly helpless. Even if it could bite Watts through his thick gloves and shirt, it had no venom. There was nothing it could do--it was doomed.

With this morbid thought in mind and a wide smirk on his face, Watts turned away from the cage. His smile dissolved and he quickly took a step back, because standing a few feet away from him was something that had not been there moments ago--no, not something, but someone, a young woman.

She stood there, staring at him. Her piercing gaze lent the man great discomfort, peeling away what confidence he had previous possessed. Yet, why was there reason to fear her? The woman, pale of skin, garbed in a simple cerulean dress, and lacking in shoes, was not an intimidating figure. Quickly Watts' fear turned to anger, rage welling up deep inside him.

"Who the fuck are you?" he shouted, the loud vocalization already restoring his confidence. He looked to the door he had stepped through only a few minutes ago and saw that it was closed. "How did you get in here?"

The woman continued to stare, her face expressionless as before. Watts scowled, his grip unconsciously tightening on the snake in his grip, causing the reptile to squirm more than before. The woman looked down at the creature and it was then that her expression changed, for there was now pity in her eyes. Remembering the snake, Watts glanced down at it before looking back up at the woman.

"Hey!" he yelled. "I'm the one talking, not the snake!"

The woman returned her gaze to Watts, a single eyebrow lifting as she resumed the stare. Watts shifted restlessly as he thought of what to do next if the woman did not speak, but speak she did.

"I am Anna," she said. "And you are..." Her brow creased. "Albert Watts?"

"You..." Watts began, stopping as a seed of fear blossomed in his stomach. "How do you know my name?"

"I know the names of wicked men," Anna said, a small smile playing across her face briefly, vanishing just as quickly as it appeared.

"Wicked?" Watts snorted. "I'm not--"

"Wicked?" Anna tilted her head. "I think you are." She pointed at the snake and nodded to the cage behind Watts. "Those poor creatures, so few of them left and you butcher them. Why?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you!" Watts said, taking a step towards the woman. "You should be the one doing some explaining!"

"It is not merely money, is it?" Anna continued, unfazed by Watts' approach. "You like to torture these poor, helpless creatures. Is that not wicked?" Watts roared and took another step towards Anna. He would have gone further had not the wooden floorboards suddenly grown gnarled limbs of wood that sprouted and twisted high around Watts' boots. With a surprised yelp the man fell, hand releasing the clutched snake as he clumsily tried to catch himself on the floor. He only succeeded in landing flat on his stomach with a grunt. The dropped snake slithered away from its would-be captor towards Anna. She stooped down and gently scooped up the reptile, cradling it in her arms. In her hold it relaxed, its frenzied movements fading to motionless tranquility save for the occasional flicking of its tongue in and out of its snout.

Groaning, Watts looked up at Anna. Try as he might, he could not move his legs and the wooden roots gripped his boots so tightly and completely that he could not just step out of them. Still he struggled, propping himself up on his elbows as he pushed up.

"I don't know how you did it," Watts rumbled. "But let me go!"

"How I did it?" Anna laughed in an eerily high-pitched tone. She drooped her head low, allowing Watts to see her blue eyes briefly flash. "Magic."

"Magic isn't--argh!" Watts screamed as more of the roots sprang into being to wrap around his wrists and neck. They pulled him down so that his arms lay against the ground and his chin nearly touched the floor. Still, he was able to watch Anna as she came closer. The man's bravado faded away, leaving only fear behind.

"Magic is very much real," Anna said. "Very much misunderstood and very, very rare. There are few wielders nowadays, descendents of names you may recognize like say...Circe. Do you recognize this name, wicked Watts?"

"Yes," Watts nodded, his eyes widening as Anna took a hand away from the snake and pointed a finger at him, the tip of which began to glow the same shade of blue as her dress. The fear deepened, gnawing at his heart and mind. "Yes, yes, you can't...you can't--"

"You already know?" Anna asked, the same smile from before reappearing. "Good."

She brought the finger closer to Watts' head. He pulled his head as best he could and resumed his struggles as unbidden tears came to his eyes.

"No!" he cried. "No, don't turn me into a pig!"

Anna stopped and then laughed for several seconds straight, each laugh reverberating hauntingly in Watts' psyche.

"A pig?" she snorted. "No, no, no." She looked down at the snake and then Watts truly understood, which only made the situation worse.

"No, please--I'll stop, I'll let them free, just don't make me--"

Anna's smile remained as she poked her finger forward, momentarily prodding Watts' forehead. The man recoiled as the glow diffused from finger to his flesh, rapidly covering the man's form with a dim blue radiance. Watts shivered as his body tingled, eyes shutting closed so that he would not have to see what was to occur. Yet he was not spared the sight, for Anna snapped her fingers and his eyes were then forcefully torn open and could not be closed from there on out.

"No," Anna said. "You shall watch your fate just as you watched so many other."

With that, Anna snapped her fingers once more, activating the waiting magic. Watts meant to cry out, to plead, but the force of the transformative energy squeezed his body, stifling any speech and leaving him with barely enough air to breathe. The only sounds he could make were pathetic whimpers as the magic went to work.

The magic's overwhelming pressure did more than prevent Watts from speaking; it pressed and pushed at the restrained man, tearing away his clothes and compressing him into smaller shape as muscle and mass and cloth faded into the void. The entangling roots worked with the magic, swinging his arms into his sides and pulling his neck tight and back. The process should have been entirely painful, but Watts felt little more than panic and fear.

As the man shrank, other parts of him changed. His tongue, pressed tightly against clenched teeth, began to thin as the split tip into a forked shape. Then his reshaped tongue flicked out between his teeth as they too reshaped, the majority of them crumbling away while the few that remained sharpened and slimmed and curved into sharp fangs. Watts whimpered as his skull cracked, his hair falling off into a messy pile below as his cranium began to restructure. His lips, cracked and dry, became even drier as their hue faded to be indistinguishable from the rest of his altering face. The hairless flesh of his visage suddenly hardened, a prelude to what was to occur to the rest of his skin.

A layer of cold that somewhat soothed the aches of the compression settled over Watts' form. The hair on his arms and legs briefly stood on end before being swept away as the flesh underneath bubbled, ridding him of any other hair and the nails on his digits. Soon after, the bubbling ceased, allowing his altered flesh to coagulate into a hardened hide that split and sectioned off into a myriad of flesh colored scales. They retained this hue for only a moment before they began to take on different alternating patterns of black, white, and red.

Watts convulsed as the magic's pressure increased. His arms, already smaller than the rest of his body, melted into his sides, becoming simply part of it as he forever lost those appendages form and function. His shrunken legs were next, merging similarly into his hips while the beginnings of his tail grew out of his spine, hips and human structure fading away while the tail became progressively thinner and thinner at mid mass until it tapered off into the end with a black tip. The man wanted to scream as he felt his shrunken bones likewise reform, but his further altering head prevented this. Like so many other things, his nose and ears sank away into featurelessness.

Suddenly Watts' head flattened and pressed forward simultaneously, quickly reshaping into a serpentine muzzle. His eyes, still held open, squelched as they moved to either side of his head, shaping down and turning green as pupils shrank to slits. They momentarily were allowed to shut and when they were forced open once more, Watts saw different than before, in shades of heat rather than shades of hue. Anna glowed in front of him, his altered vision making her more fearsome than before along with the fact that he was much smaller than before. She towered over him, smiling as the snake she had once been holding slithered draped around her neck.

Watts hissed in discomfort as the magic made its final efforts to compact him. Again the branches assisted, gently massaging his scaled skin as his body portioned out, some sections expanding or contracting to fit his slim, sinuous shape while his length grew and grew until he was nearly ten feet long. Only then did the magic dissipate, the pressure leaving with it and the branches withdrawing into the floor until the wooden floorboards were just floorboards once more. Watts though--Watts was different, and he immediately felt it. He twisted and writhed, attempting to move this alien, limbless body so that he could see the full extent of the alterations. His changed sight did little to help in his movements, yet still did he manage to curl himself around enough to see his body.

Watts' jaw fell open in shock, tongue flicking in and out in panic. A snake! He had actually been transformed into a snake!

The former human had little time for panic to set in before he felt hands upon him. He writhed futilely as he was picked up, the comforting wooden ground quickly pulled away from him. He glanced up at Anna and lunged his maw at her exposed arm, only to be stopped as she caught him right under the neck.

"No, no, no," she said. "No biting. Even if you did, you do not have your venom yet. You are still too new of a snake."

Watts thrashed and squirmed, hissing to voice his displeasure.

"Hmm," Anna sniffed. "So aggressive, so afraid, so similar. You have scarcely changed."

The woman grabbed at the end of Watts' tail and rolled him around so he hung in her grip with his belly and head facing upward. She moved the hand near his end further down, poking her thumb out until it brushed again a certain spot. Watts' head lifted as he looked to see what she had touched: his vent. Then he smelt something, an odor that all but fully excited him down there. He watched with trepidation as his cock...cocks pushed out of his vent, for he had two of them now, which was little consolation for being so powerless.

"You like that?" Anna asked. "The conjured pheromones of a female snake, a reptile such as yourself?" Watts hissed in shame.

"Good," Anna said, her widening. "Because that is what you will smell like."

Watts didn't understand what the woman meant until she pressed her thumb briefly against his hemipenes. There was a jolt of energy and then Watts watched in terror as his cocks withdrew. They weren't just returning due to lack of arousal; rather, they withered and shrank while they retreated. When they disappeared into his vent, Anna dipped her thumb into his passage and there was another shock. Watts squirmed from a sudden infusion of warmth in there, quietly hissing as new hormones flushed out old, testicles reshaped into ovaries, and an egg chamber formed within. Watts would certainly smell like a female because that is what she was now. Although she not been able to see the extent of her changes internally, she had felt it and the ever-present warmth the sexual alteration had left behind and could smell the beginnings of a scent the warmth would give off. Watts looked up at Anna in terror, recognizing all to well what had just occurred.

"Yes," she said. "You have taken so many of their lives that it is only fair if you give some back. Some..." she snorted. "No, countless, a multitude more than you butchered."

Watts shook in terror. It was bad enough she had lost her humanity. She hadn't even her masculinity and now the woman was threatening her with motherhood--as an animal! Much as Watts wanted to rage against the apparent injustice of this all, she could not feel anger. Her conversion into a reptilian breeder had stripped that away too. All she had was fear.

"Does that scare you?" Anna asked. "It should not. Being a mother is very rewarding..." She smiled. "...Or so I have been told." She nodded to the snake curled around her neck, which stared in interest at the female in her arms. "It seems we have one here that would love to guide you down that path but..."

Watts waited, apprehensive at what Anna might say next. The woman shrugged and looked away from Watts. The female snake fearfully followed her gaze to the glass case full of snakes. Immediately Watts began to writhe once more.

"But..." Anna repeated. "There is many males who would service you there. In fact, are not they all male?"

Watts didn't intend to find out. She struggled and squirmed, but all her motions were in vain. Slowly Anna walked towards the cage with the female in her hands, each step causing Watts' small heart to beat faster and faster. When they reached the cage, her heart skipped a beat for suddenly Anna extended her arms and hung the former human over the open prison. Watts watched as beneath her the many males stirred to life, awakened and aroused by the scent of a fertile female. Realizing this was her last chance to be spared this fate, Watts hissed for mercy. Anna simply smiled and dropped Watts into the cage.

Watts landed amongst the mass of writhing males, whom immediately set to sniffing and flicking their tongues out at her. She tried to squiggle and squirm away and succeeded in wriggling away from them, Though her body felt no stranger than it had a few minutes ago, she managed to slither away towards the solely unoccupied left side of the cage where she could be alone for a time.

Unfortunately for the female, another snake still lurked outside the cage, one she had forgotten about in her haste to get away from the others. She hissed in surprise when a snake fell atop of her as she made her desperate rush for freedom. The red and gold snake that she had taken out earlier had returned and it had already had more of a chance to view and smell the new female than the others. In its already excited and aroused state, it moved with uncharacteristic alacrity, quickly coiling around the female it had just landed on. Watts struggled to separate herself, but he was more of a snake than she. Securing his hold on Watts, the male positioned his erect hemipenes on a path of penetration.

Entangled as she was, Watts could only watch as the snake's cocks moved closer and closer to her waiting cloaca. She wanted to not believe that this was real, that this was happening to her but unlike the world before where she had envisioned herself as the snakes' tyrant, recent occurrences were very much reality. Yes, her humanity had been stripped away and now she was a scaled snake, a fertile female at that. Yes, she was currently in the clutches of a male she had intended to slaughter that day. And yes, she was about to be penetrated and bred and all she could do was watch.

Watts hissed in distress as the male entered her, the sensation of one of his slimy hemipenes sliding into her vent and spreading it wide to be almost too much for her. It brought pain as her virginal passage was forced to stretch but also pleasure while she felt his member brush stiffly against her inner walls. She squirmed and he squirmed with her, their scales sliding up against each other while his cock slid up against her passage, smearing her sensitive insides with slick precum. Watts' tongue flicked in and out during the mating, tasting the air, smelling the scent of sex. She should have hated it yet her body made her love it, the overwhelming pleasure suppressing all but the faintest traces of fear, the knowing that if he came within her that there was a high chance she would be fertilized, a high chance that she would be gravid. Being a snake and female was bad enough and the thought of having to endure carrying children within her, round little eggs was unbearable. The disgust that welled up in her rose to match the pleasure so that her and the male's fucking was a battle of mind and matter. Each thrust of his cock deeper and deeper brought a surge of pleasure and panic, each thrust reinforced sensations that were alien only moments ago as well as reminded her all too well she soon could be a mother. Movement as she might, he matched her, a delicate dance of sinuous sex. Finally, she felt his member swell up inside her. A second later, his cock erupted, spilling his snake seed into her, deep within a place it would surely be put to use.

Their mating complete, the male withdrew from Watts, leaving her writhing weakly against the glass floor of the cage, as much a prisoner of the confine as her own body. There she lay, feeling all too much the remainder of their coupling oozing in her vent, her only hope that she had somehow not become pregnant.

Watts was roused from her morose thoughts when she heard the hisses and slithering of many snakes. She lifted her head and glanced over her coils to see that the males she had escaped earlier were now upon her. Exhausted from her recent breeding, she could only watch and feel as they slithered up to her. Before she even thought to move, another male wrapped around her. Even he was smaller than her, he was persistent and within moments had moved into position to repeat what Watts had only just experienced. Mentally wailing, Watts shuddered as she was penetrated again and again after that by another male and then again and again until finally merciful oblivion claimed her, though not before her vent was filled with the sperm of many snakes.

Watts awoke when hands fell upon her, lifting her up and away from the many slumbering males coiled around her. Still lethargic and hardly cognizant, she scarcely struggled as she was brought away out of the cage and towards the end of the wooden table. She hardly cared when she was laid at the end and was already beginning to curl back into a restive sleep when she noticed something was off. A great part of lengthy body bulged with the impressions of large, oval-shaped objects. Watts hissed, senses suddenly heightened as she truly awakened. The presence and weight of the objects on her serpentine form was proof enough that she was gravid, but how? Snake eggs didn't form that fast even if she had been fucked more times than she could count in the past span of time.

Sudden sound attracted the snake's attention, causing her to look up and hiss as the sinister shape of Anna loomed over her. The woman smiled and reached a hand down, carefully caressing a bumpy portion of Watts' hide. Heavily pregnant, Watts instinctively lunged at the hand. Immediately Anna pulled back, laughing as the snake missed her mark.

"Did you enjoy last night?" Anna asked.

Watts hissed, making sure to show off her fangs. Anna shrugged and nodded towards the snake's gravid form.

"At least it was fruitful, I suppose," she sighed. "As it was made to be. You are so full! Now, let us get them out."

Watts stared up at the woman, eyes unblinking and uncomprehending. Anna smiled and waved a hand carelessly. Immediately the wooden surface upon which Watts rested shifted, growths whipping out to entangle the snake. Watts attempted to slither away, but they quickly grabbed her forcing her on her side and elevating her head and tail. The growths curled this way and that in band around the snake, sinking into the wood on the other side to form makeshift restraints. The restraint around her head tugged down, forcing her to keep her gaze rigidly fixed on her vent while another wooden restraint locked to ensure she could scarcely wiggle that section. Nearly immobilized, Watts was only barely able to see Anna's torso out of the corner of her vision. She hissed in displeasure as the woman's hand came into view headed towards her sex. Once it reached there, Anna rested her fingers on the area. Watts' fear mounted, for she knew this could not be good.

A moment later, Watts' fear was founded as she felt muscles she hadn't known she possessed give a sudden lurch. Her body, so full and swollen, trembled as the first of many eggs began to make its way out of her. Restrained and unable to move her head, Watts could only watch and feel as her first egg, her first child, pushed out of her body though not without considerable effort. Like the sex that had brought the object into being, the egg brought pain but also pleasure. Each push hurt, for the egg felt hard and large when it should be so much softer and smaller and yet the sensation of her sex loosening up and moistening brought a certain maternal thrill. This is itself was disturbing for she certainly did not want to be a mother, let alone a snake, but what was she to do? She could only push, and push she did. Her jaw remained open throughout the whole process and it was only when the egg emerged from her slick sex that she let out a hiss of satisfaction. Still, it wasn't entirely out yet. Even then, that was only the beginning, for actually getting her vent to stretch to allow it fully through was trial along with enduring the pain the rough shell's scraping on the sensitive flesh caused. Through the pain Watts persevered until the egg was nearly out, yes, soon she would have one done and then--

Watts squirmed as Anna pushed her fingers at the egg, pressing it back in. No! Watts pushed with all her might, but all was futile as the woman slowly and gently pushed the egg back in. No! Watts wanted to scream, but she was a silent snake, devoid of all sounds save for hisses and those weren't enough to convey her agony. She watched with shame and horror as the egg she had spent so much energy on was so easily pushed back into her, her widened slit painfully accepting the object. Only when it was totally out of sight did Anna remove her fingers. Watts hissed, her body lurching again as she resumed pushing. With some effort, she managed to get the egg out again and when Anna laid her fingers upon it again she hissed as intensely as she could. The snake heard Anna laugh.

"No need to be so distressed, dear," Anna said, pulling the egg out of Watts' vent. "I wanted to get a closer feel of it."

Watts tongue flicked out, tasting the air, the smell of sweat and slaughter the cabin had once possessed replaced by the scent of sex and snake, female snake. Shuddering, she stared at her glistening vent, the only thought on her mind of getting the rest of the eggs out. Then she could have rest, right? Right?

Slowly, but surely, Watts forced the rest of the eggs out. Each time one plopped out, Anna's hand would reappear in the fringe of her vision but never did she push an egg back in like the first. Rather, she just took what rolled out of Watts' vent, congratulating Watts on each new lay, admonishing the new mother for her efforts. When it was all over, Watts had long since lost count of how many eggs she had laid. All that really mattered was that the restraints around her slithered away back into the wood, allowing her to rest her head and no longer be forced to stare at her vent in a constant reminder of her altered sex and role.

Watts only had a few moments of rest before Anna's hands were upon her again, lifting and carrying her back to the cage.

"Rest?" Anna laughed. "You will have a respite after you have filled that womb up and tight. And it is not really just to let you rest when the males have just awoken. They have their needs to!"

Watts hissed, looking up at Anna in panic. The woman smiled, gently pinching Watts' vent, infusing it with the same magical fertility as the night before.

"No need to be distressed, girl," she said. "Today is the first day of the rest of your life!"

With that, Anna tossed Watts into the cage, the males below already ready and waiting.