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~Scale Security~

Written By: Phamyne Plaguox

[WARNING! Contains: Male (Feral Snake) on Male (Human) Non-Consensual Sex, Cum inflation, Hypnosis, Constriction, Oral Vore (Soft), Gore, Digestion (Fatal), and is not suitable for minors.]

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After a couple of very rough months where I almost wound up on the streets, I’ve finally caught a lucky break. Through a friend of a friend, my CV was given in at the most advanced research facilities in the entire world.

The conglomeration known as “Jikken Industries” is perhaps one of the most selective companies when it comes to hiring employees. Even janitors go through extensive background checks to even get a passing glance by the higher ups, so me being hired here as a security guard is a miracle in its own right.

One of the company’s many laboratories is located on the outskirts of town, and while most people will never ever get the chance to pass through the thick steel doors of this monumental building, let alone look upon the towering fences surrounding the structure, it really did feel surreal for me when I went through the many security checks and was finally allowed inside.

Saying this research centre is big would be an understatement. When I drove up to it a few hours back, through the sweltering desert-like landscape and along a single tarred road that I swore would melt my tyres, the structure came into view atop a sandy hill like a monumental castle; A true architectural wonder in this modern age. The entire building is constructed from gleaming, carbon steel and adorned with tinted, reinforced glass windows.

And don’t even get me started on the security of this place. A thirty-foot high concrete wall, located a few hundred metres from the actual facility itself, surrounds the perimeter of the structure with watchtowers that are double that height and each bearing a 50-calibre machine gun! I doubt even a lunatic with a tank would risk breaking in.

So after driving through the outer gates, and then having survived the headache of passing multiple clearances, I went through decontamination, changed into my uniform, and was finally allowed into my station for the very first time.

It’s taken me many gruelling months to get where I am right now. After my application was accepted, and before I was even properly hired, I first had to sign a list of different waivers, then get a few vaccinations, a couple booster shots, had additional firearm training, a fitness evaluation, had a full physical done along with many blood tests, and even went through a psychiatric evaluation! When my friend told me it wasn’t easy to be considered for this position, he wasn’t joking.

But finally, after making it through all of this, Jikken Industries finally approved my application and hired me; Good thing too, because I was literally down to my last cup of ramen noodles. I think one of the leading reasons for them hiring me is because I have previous experience with security, and since I parted amicably with my last employer when their company closed down, my credibility wasn’t exactly diminished.

But here I am. In one of the many research centres of one of biggest companies in the world: “Jikken Industries”. The corporation is vastly diverse in its productions. They do anything from compounding new and fantastical medicines that are sometimes beyond logical explanation, to developing new age machinery that has greatly enrich our lives Sure… Jikken Industries might have a bit of a bad reputation when it comes to the ethics of how they do things, but the results of their efforts don’t lie.

A few years ago, information was leaked by one of their former employees that the company has been preforming animal experimentations beyond the scopes they are permitted. Supposedly, Jikken has been splicing genes, altering DNA, doing live testing, and even cloning! I didn’t keep up with the whirlwind kicked up by the press at the time, nor the followed lawsuits, so I have no idea how the company was able to come out of all those legalities unscathed, but even after all of that, they are standing as strong as ever. Although, I suppose their reputation was tainted in the process, but most are able to look past that.

Leaning back into the squeaky leather chair, I start assessing the barren room I’m situated in. The first thing my eyes land upon are the two large metal shutters directly across from me. They fill out the entirety of the wall and have a small bay door located on the far right with a control panel beside it.

These futuristic shutters house the very room I have been assigned to guard, and other than a single desk and this chair I’m sat upon, which are both crafted from the same expensive carbon steel used throughout the facility, the only other thing decorating this room is the weird looking florescent light overhead.

This room is uniform to a military standard. The entirety of it is constructed with smooth, reinforced concrete that that is just as lifeless as the supervisor who led me here. The only real thing to look at in this room are the metal shutters, and seeing as they are currently closed, I’m not even able to distract myself by observing the very thing I was hired to guard.

This job might pay better than any work I’ve ever done in my life, but it is by far the most boring gig I’ve been assigned to. There is nothing for me to do to pass my boredom other than rock back and forth on my chair while fiddling with the strap holstering my handgun. This wouldn’t be half as bad if they hadn’t confiscated my phone before being allowed through the front gate…

My eyes trail across my mostly barren desk and land upon the dossier left for me, and while I’d rather be playing games on my phone or looking for someone to hook-up with once my shift is done, this folder is the only thing I have to distract myself right now.

The pages within this binder contain some legal nonsense and protocols I’m meant to follow if anything goes wrong, but amidst them I find a document comprising of some basic information on the creature I’ve been assigned to watch over. Honestly, it doesn’t say all that much about the inhabitant behind these shutters, and was only afforded to me so I could better understand the protocols put in place for not just my safety, or that of the staff, but also so that my directive, should anything go awry, be easier to carry out.

The supposedly cloned beast secluded behind these thick walls of steel and concrete is known simply as “Subject: S24K3-Orochi”. It says that this creature has been genetically engineered from a mix of many different reptile, serpent, and ocean born critters; Though, none of which have been disclosed on this page. The document doesn’t list anything more than boring statistics, like, how the test tube hatchling weighs at an impressive “314 Kilograms” or that its full length is “13 Metres”, but as I gloss over the page, I’m surprised to find some interesting information that I didn’t think I would be privy to.

“Subject S24K3 is used as a living host to grow pathogens being utilised in our latest studies. Gestation of the bacteria in the subject S24K3 should lead to a better understanding on how to cure a list of viral diseases in humans and beastmen alike. Under no circumstances should anyone come in physical contact with subject S24K3, as he is considered volatile and extremely dangerous. In case of a breach, power failure, or disruption to confinement, please refer to article 609-D1C of the security protocol manual.”

Huh… Well, that’s certainly interesting. After reading this, I guess I can understand why the public went up in arms over the kinds of tests being done here. Using a living host to grow bacteria meant to heal us is… Ill moral at best. Can’t say I’m not curious to see what this serpent looks like. There are sadly no pictures, just more information on boring statistics.

“Sex: Male. Body Temperature: 25.7°C. Eye Colour: Black. Scale Colour: Dark, muddy green with blotchy black patterns. Base strain: Anaconda.” Huh. It honestly sounds like an overgrown snake more than the monster I had assumed it to be. I guess only the brainiacs at Jikken would be smart enough to consider breeding pathogens inside a cloned, mega serpent. I wonder what they feed it? Although, as interested as I am, I hope I’m not around to find out…

Hours start to drag by at a snail’s pace, and other than getting up to walk around the empty room, I have nothing to do. Occasionally, I try to sneak a peek at the beast through the metal shutters, but they are sealed just as airtight as the bay door. I’ve not spotted any cameras on the ceiling, but with how security conscious Jikken is, I’m sure they’re monitoring this room somehow.

Just as I move to plop back down in my chair while considering a brief nap, one I hope to get away with by shielding my eyes by using my cap, I jolt and practically jump at the sound of the bay door releasing a sharp “Hiss!”, which is quickly followed by a mechanical “Clack!”; A noise which all but makes my stomach fall through my legs.

I spin around with my hand flying to unclasp the gun at my hip! I remain frozen in place with my fingers twitching over my holster in preparation for the worst, but as I look around the room in stunned silence, nothing else happens.

My shoulders lower and I let out a sigh as I stand up straight, but before I’m able to completely relax, I watch in both horror and confusion as the bay door starts to slide open! As I watch the conjoined metal panels retract into the ceiling and floor, a jolt of panic runs down my spine and causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. My muscles tense in anticipation while my mind races with thoughts as I try to make sense of what’s happening.

Sh-shit! Fuck! Wh-what’s going on!? Is this some kind of malfunction?? A failure in the software?? I-I don’t recall reading anything about the bay doors ever needing to be opened while I’m on duty! Wh-what was the protocol again!? Uhh… My brain feels like scrambled eggs as I race through my memories of the endless pages I had to study for my new position.

Ah! R-right! It said something like: “If a breach occurs, secure subject S24K3 at all costs. Do not engage under any circumstances. If containment of subject S24K3 is jeopardised and fail-safes malfunction, deploy halothane to incapacitate subject S24K3 then follow protocol F13E-R7N.”, b-but how do I do that!? Are there grenades or something?? Maybe a canister or… Wait! There should be a button to release the gas on the control panel of the bay door!

Rushing up to the futuristic touchscreen mounted on the wall of the currently open bay door, I frantically navigate the interface. My racing heart instantly settles as I find the security override and a release function for the sleeping gas, but panic nicks at the back of my neck when my attempts at closing the door fails. I frantically start jabbing the button repeatedly and looking at the unresponsive bay door with growing annoyance, but no matter how many times I press it, the doors don’t budge an inch.

A minute in and I have to stop myself from punching the damnable screen as it keeps flashing with an “Error” code over and over again, and instead of allowing my frustrations to take hold and cause me to do something stupid, I decide to take a moment to calm myself down. Taking off my cap and brushing a hand through my short, and now slightly sweaty hair, I take a deep breath and let it out in a shuddered sigh containing all of my built-up tension and then look around the room with a clearer mindset.

Alright. Something must be wrong mechanically for this to have happened. The emergency lights on the ceiling aren’t flashing and the power is still on, so either the software has malfunctioned or something else is interfering physically with the mechanics of the door. Pressing down on my earpiece, I try to get in contact with command so I can report this, but I’m met with nothing more than silence, and after five minutes without any form of response, I find myself staring blankly at the computer screen as uncertainty fills the pit in my stomach.

Well… This is all very reassuring. A jammed door, unresponsive receivers, and nothing but me to stop the serpentine beast from escaping. Of course something like this happens on my first day here! I mean, why wouldn’t it!? Huffing out a final, anguished breath, I steel my resolve and decide to tough this out as I have done all the other problems in my life: Through sharp wit and a keen sense of intuition; And maybe a bit of muscle to back up my resolve.

Fastening my holster strap and straightening my posture, I start going through the interface of the mounted control panel again. I grunt in displeasure as I’m once more met with an error code to my commands whenever I try to override the security lock and shut the door. There are few things in life that get me riled up, but faulty electronics are definitely on the top of the list.

Eventually, I decide to try and run a diagnostics check in order to identify the problem. If it’s something small like a jammed gear or a disengaged joint, perhaps I can fix it myself? Might show the higher ups how capable I am. I’ve always had a good eye for this kind of thing after all. Though… I do wish they had left me further instructions on whether there is a failsafe for the bay door and not just what my directive is. Looking at the metal slots where the door panels have retracted, I sadly don’t see any switch or lever I could use to dislodge the doors and manually close them myself.

It's as I am looking at the intricate design of the bay door that I hear a crack of a twig from the other side of the wall, and as my ears perk, so too does my body stiffen. Almost comically, I find myself leaning into the doorway and cautiously peering into the containment room.

I blink in surprise, for where I expected to find a room as plain and as barren as the one I’m stationed in, I’m instead greeted with an entire habitat that looks as if it came straight out of a jungle!

The space before me is at minimum the size of a large warehouse. It has a towering ceiling that is maybe a thousand feet high and walls that are more than a hundred metres apart. The first few feet into the room are layered with the same concrete flooring as my station, but the rest of the space is covered with thick green grass. I can instantly tell it’s not AstroTurf by the smell; Something I’m surprised I didn’t notice while I was fiddling with the touchscreen.

Despite my hesitance, I move to stand in the doorway properly, and as I do, I’m hit with the full smell of the jungle-like terrarium before me. The humid, dense, and rich aroma of nature fills my lungs as I look across the thirty-metre stretch of clean-cut grass that fills out this section of the room. Beyond this small field is the start of a forest that is thick with towering trees that would look more at home in a rainforest than in the desert we are currently in. They stretch halfway to the ceiling and shroud the jungle below with twisting shadows.

Looking past the entangled branches and towards the ceiling, I’m met with a lattice framed, reinforced glass skylight that encompasses the entirety of the roof. The last of the morning light pours in from between the towering metal structures on either side of it and give a clear view of the blue sky outside.

Looking once more towards the dense jungle, my eyes dance between the shadows and my ears prick as silence echoes throughout the room. I inhale deeply and find that the pungent smells of the forest are as refreshing as they are earthy. The scent of damp soil, of vibrant vegetation, and of sun warmed stone bring back memories of when I used to visit the lake with my friends as a kid, but between these nostalgic scents is something I can’t properly distinguish. The lingering odour is faintly sweet, but has underlying spicy tones that almost smell musky. Could it be one of the trees? Maybe a type of magnolia? Whatever it is, I find myself enticed by the rich aroma.

Snapping back to the reality of my situation, I begin to scan the treeline for what had originally made me step into the doorway, but as I look left and right across the abundance of nature, I find nothing out of the ordinary; It is just as quiet as the room I’m stationed in. Not a breeze, not a swaying branch, not even a shift of the vines hanging from them. I can only assume the sound from before was an echo of the serpent moving from somewhere deeper within his habitat.

Gritting my teeth, I quickly step back into my room properly and start navigating through the interface till I find the release command for the halothane, figuring that if the door won’t close, at least this function should still operate. Looking around the corner and at the forest once more, I try to estimate the time it will take for me to press the button, for the gas to be released, and for it to actually knock the snake out. How fast can anacondas move? I mean, this one is spliced with other animals, would that make any difference in its speed? I’m pretty sure they are fast even without having been genetically modified… And where would the halothane even release from?

Hesitating only for a moment, I peek my head through the open door and look to either side of the adjoining wall. Running my gaze along the base of it I see no nozzles or apparatus to deploy such a chemical. Slipping back inside with a quickening pulse, I feel my legs start to twitch with anxiety as dread begins to well in my chest. My gaze keeps drifting from the control panel, to the jungle, and then behind me to the exit of the room.

Trying to radio for help once again, I’m met with same frustrating silence from before. Fuck… What the hell is going on?? Shouldn’t someone be aware of this malfunctioning door by now?? Wouldn’t a technician have been notified? It’s been at least half an hour and I’ve yet to hear anything from command…

I start to pace back and forth in front of the open door with my arms folded behind my back and my brows furrowed in irritation as I complain under my breath while trying to figure out my next course of action, but after another five minutes where I find no solution, my ears twitch as a new sound echoes out from within the terrarium, a noise that has my body stiffen and my eyes shooting beyond the treeline. It almost sounds like… A voice?

I freeze in place and watch the forest while straining my ears, but I don’t hear it sound out again. I blink in confusion and start considering that my mind is just playing tricks on me, but as I move to continue my nervous pace, my skin prickles as that same voice calls out once again.

“Help!” While the sound is barely audible, I can still tell that it’s coming from somewhere beyond the trees, somewhere deep in this jungle, and judging by the timber and panic in his voice, whoever it is sounds very scared. I try calling out in response as I stand at the ready and strain my ears to listen for his voice, and much to my astonishment, it rings out even clearer than before!

“H-help!”. The hairs on the back of my neck prickle at the desperate plea for assistance being shouted out from between the branches. I call back immediately and ask what the problem is, but am only met with more broken cries for help and the man’s distressed screams.

I press the button on the side of my earpiece and try getting in contact with command again, but much like before, I’m left swearing to myself as no one responds. My body is tense and I feel my pulse quicken as anger and worry fight for control, and as I stand motionless while listening to the desperate cries for mercy echo from deep within the forest, I snarl and grunt as my resolve strengthens, and after one last attempt to contact someone on my earpiece, I draw my Strum 9mm and rush into the terrarium with my gun raised and call out for the voice to tell me where he is.

Looking left and right as I enter the room, I see that this entire section of the room consists of a short field that is framed by the forest and the towering concrete walls. I’m immediately hit by the humidity of it. While this atmosphere is very different from the desert outside this complex, it’s just as hot as I’d expect a rainforest to be, and with how thick my uniform is, it comes as no surprise that I start to sweat from more than just anxiety.

Walking forward with steady steps and keen eyes, I make it a few feet into the room before I call out again, but as the screams start to die, I begin to fear the worst. Perhaps there is another entrance on the other side of this room? Maybe another guard is posted there and experiencing the exact same problems I am with the bay door? What if the snake is trying to escape that side and attack him!? DAMNIT! Why do I keep psyching myself out like this!? Calling out even louder, I wait with strained ears for him to respond.

I start to realise how futile it is to call out like this, and considering that the voice is no longer screaming for help, it might already be too late for me to help him. Lowering my gun, I try to calm my mind and think about this rationally, but as I do, I heart a loud “Hiss!” that is quickly followed by a mechanical “Click!”. My heart instantly lurches and falls into my stomach, and as I turn around, I watch in horror as the bay doors spring back to life and join together much faster than my mind can process them locking shut!

I yell out at the top of my lungs as I frantically dash back the thirty feet I walked into the room and basically tackle the door! I slam both of my clenched fists against the metal panels and start screaming just as desperately as the voice from before did.

After a whole five minutes pass where I pound my bruised fists against the carbon steel doors I have no chance of breaking, my hands start to feel overly tender and my breathes ragged from exertion. I’ve completely tired myself out in my useless efforts to alert anyone to my situation, and trying my earpiece all but solidifies my belief that this damn thing is broken. I rip it out from my ear and start stomping it on the concrete as I bark out another frustrated cry!

I go from being red in the face with anger to slumping in defeat before finally huffing out a rattled breath. Looking left and right with a despondent gaze, I scan the walls for any cameras I could use to alert someone to my situation, but just like the previous room, there don’t seem to be any. Turning around with a heavy sigh, I look towards the silent forest and a chill instantly runs up my spine as the reality of how dire my situation really is truly strikes me.

My skin crawls as my gaze dances between the branches, while my stomach churns and my muscles tense as the eerily silent jungle stares back at me. It feels like all my senses have become amplified now that I understand that I’m trapped in this room with a monstrous, genetically engineered anaconda…

My breath catches in my throat, for without warning, that same voice that drew me in here in the first place, cries out once again, and much to my dismay, sounding far more pained than before! I perk and take a few hesitant steps forward while calling back with my hands cupped over my mouth, and unlike with my previous attempts, he actually responds!

While his replies are still slightly muffled by the forest, I can make out some keywords. Something about “Trapped!” and “Need help!”. Without a second thought, I find myself running across the short field and diving headfirst into the forest, desperate to help this guy who seems just as desperate for help as me.

As I tear through the trees, I’m met with even more humidity than before. I’m instantly bathed in dancing shadows and surrounded by the strong scents of warm earth, thick foliage, and tepid waters. These smells deeply penetrate my lungs and I quickly find myself panting as I struggle to traverse this leafy maze in my desperate attempt to aid the man still calling out to me.

I tell guy to keep calling out so that I can locate him, and after another ten or so minutes where I’m climbing over roots, pushing through gaps between twisted branches, and untangling myself from vines, I finally break through the forest and into another grassy clearing.

What I first think to be the other side of the terrarium is actually just a glade. The circular field is surrounded by towering trees and bathed in sunlight. It’s about fifteen metres from end to the other, and if it weren’t for the situation I find myself in, this place might actually have seemed peaceful.

As soon as I step foot into this clearing, the man shouting out for help instantly falls silent, and try as I might, no response comes as I call him. I was so certain that his voice was coming from this very spot, because it became so much clearer the closer I got that I could practically see him before I squeezed through the trees, but standing here now, this place has never felt more silent. Never before have I longer to hear the chirp of a cricket or a squawk of a bird. This stillness is somehow even more harrowing than the calls that led me here…

Carefully stepping forward and calling out, I’m greeted with nothing but the echoing of my own uncertain voice. I instantly become torn between berating myself for having stupidly run into what must be the middle of this forest, and fearing the worst for that poor man who was crying for help. Could the snake have gotten him? Or perhaps he tried to free himself from wherever he was stuck and became even more entrapped? Could he possibly have just passed out from the pain? All I know is that while I contemplate all these possibilities, and as my hand brushes over my holster, my blood runs cold as I realise that I dropped my gun somewhere between trying to break the door down and charging into this jungle.

Swearing under my breath while I grit my teeth and clench my firsts, my face fills with blood as I become furious with myself. Of all the stupid things I’ve done today, dropping my gun is by far the worst!

The sudden sound of a branch creaking has me stiffen in place and for my fists to raise in reflex as I look left and right for where the echoing resounded. My pulse spikes and my legs jitter as I prepare myself for a fight, and while I may be strong enough to take down most people in unarmed combat, there is no way I can outwrestle a nearly seven-hundred-pound snake.

The sound of trees creaking and branches moving echoes around me, and with how noise travels in this open space, I can’t figure out which direction it’s coming from! The echoing instantly becomes disorientating, and as I spin in place with my firsts raised while trying to locate the source of the movement, I start to hyperventilate as panic takes hold. I become dizzy with fear as my eyes dance between the unmoving branches, and as the sound continues to grow louder with each second, so too does my frustration increase, so much so that I end up barking out for whatever it is to stop toying with me and show itself!

Much to my surprise, my shouting stalls the cacophony of noise, and as I stand in the middle of the glade, sweating through my uniform and breathing heavily with my fists still raised, I struggle to bring my thoughts back into focus. My mind has become haunted by the echoing still ringing in my ears and the prickle of anxiety still nipping at the back of my neck.

With every rattling breath I take, and every drop of sweat that drips down my back, I start questioning whether this deafening silence is really better than the echoing of branches creaking, for while the strained noise had built up like an impeding explosion, this utter stillness somehow feels just as maddening…

Finally, after what feels like a whole five minutes of haunting silence and me standing motionless in my uncertainty, the sound of wood creaking echoes out far clearer than before, and as my gaze shoots forward and lands directly upon the source of it, my entire body becomes rigid, for what I am met with is exactly what I had been fearing all this time. Slithering out from between the towering branches and along the thick trunk of a tree is a creature out of nightmares. Reading the description of the genetically altered anaconda cannot compare to the horror of seeing it unfurl right before my eyes.

Uncoiling himself from the trunk of a tree is a monstrous anaconda that is larger than any snake I have ever seen, and as more and more of his thick body unfurls, it starts to look like there is no end to his incredible length, and with how girthy the widest sections of his coils are, the serpent could very well compete with the width of a tyre.

The anaconda’s scales are a dark, muddy green, and from how he slithers down the tree, his huge body appears very flexible. Despite expecting to find a dirty, misshapen science experiment living out his life in this humid jungle, I’m surprised to see how majestic this snake is. Not only is his body sleek and powerful looking, but his scales gleam beautifully with the sunlight pouring in from above us.

As the rest of the anaconda’s unnaturally long body unfurls from the trunk, enough for me to see that he is indeed at least forty-three feet long, so too does he raise his head from the grass like a viper preparing to strike, but with how calm and placid the serpent appears, it almost looks as if he were trying to get a better look at me, rather than go in for the killing blow.

The enormous serpent tilts his head to the side while observing me, and although he instantly reminds me of my childhood dog, one that used to do this exact same thing when he tried to get his way, seeing a giant snake do this has a completely different effect on me. A chill runs down my spine and I all but feel death take me. This seemingly innocent gesture is enough for me to realise that I’ve just been standing here while staring this dangerous creature in the eyes the whole time, and while some semblance of urgency does return to me, I still can’t find the urge to flee; And I’m not entirely sure why…

Studying the humungous serpent more closely, I can make out some blotchy black patterns decorating the top parts of his scales. His coils appear very smooth, almost like silk, but at the same time, seems just as sturdy as any metal. The Anaconda is as impressive as he is majestic. Not only is most of his body as thick as a tree trunk, but his face is even larger than my own! He has a rounded, spade-like shaped head, with some of the most lifeless eyes I have ever seen on an animal, and while his black gaze is beady and without any feeling, I can instantly tell that there is an immense amount of intelligence behind them.

While the frightening sight of this gigantic serpent should fill me with enough fear to turn tail and run for my life, I find myself unable to move a single inch. Instead or fear, I feel drawn in by his magnificence, hypnotised by his shimmering gaze, and seduced by his sheer enormity.

The serpent before me is by all means a behemoth, and while he mostly looks like any normal sized anaconda living down in the amazon, there is something about him that seems vastly different. Is it perhaps how his scales seem to glimmer in the sunlight more than any serpent’s should? How his eyes gleam with curiosity unbefitting a feral animal? Or is it just how enormous his body is that’s entrapped me? I’m not sure what has taken a hold of me, but I find myself enamoured with the snake before me to the point I can’t look away.

As I stand in a daze while staring into the dark eyes of this titanic anaconda, I start to realise that my pulse has steadied despite my precarious situation, and as I watch the snake’s forked tongue flicker from his scaly lips, so too do I understand that my breathes have evened out. I am by all means as calm as I would be before drifting off to sleep, and while I should probably be concerned by why I’m suddenly feeling so relaxed, I just can’t seem to pull myself from falling deeper into this sedated sensation.

As if realising my almost catatonic state, I watch in wonder as the huge snake lowers his heavy head to the grass and casually slithers up to me. Instead of being afraid of his approach, I feel almost excited with watching him draw near. The feeling is akin to the sensation of watching someone overly attractive walk right up to you in a singles bar. I’m nervous, yet overjoyed in such a way that I don’t know what to expect; Simply happy that it’s happening to me at all.

I stand perfectly still as the snake begins to coil around me as nonchalantly as he had approached, leaving maybe five or so feet of space between my legs and his incredibly thick body as he forms a perfect circle around me. His scales wrap over one another until I am completely surrounded by him and his intense, earthy aroma. Snakes have a very distinguishable smell, almost like hot leather or old latex, and now that this enormous serpent has me trapped between his coils, not only does this odour become very apparent, but I am hit with a very musky smell that is so masculine it feels like I’ve just entered a locker room.

In what I assume to be an uncharacteristic posture for the snake, he raises his head six feet from the ground and comes face to face with me. I don’t blink, I don’t flinch, and I can’t even will myself to move as I watch him being his snout towards me. Some deep part of me knows that I should be yelling out in panic, reeling back in an effort to escape, maybe even throwing a punch, but instead, I feel strangely calm, maybe even a little bit… Happy?

As we come face to face and I see my expression reflected in his eyes, the serpent’s gaze sinks so heavily into me that it feels like sunlight seeping into my skin and warming my bones. His lifeless eyes grab a hold of me in such a way that it feels as if this snake has just peered deeply into my soul and seen all of who I am, because as I stare back into his all-consuming gaze, I immediately find myself entrapped by his eyes. It almost feels like a switch goes off in the back of my mind, because I go from being on the edge of panic to feeling sombre and calm in the most serene of ways.

While the anaconda’s eyes had once appeared lifeless to the point he almost seemed like a machine, his intelligence now shines through them as clear as the blue sky above us. This snake holds a sentience that I wouldn’t look to find in a wild animal, but it’s more than just a sense of cognition or reasoning, his eyes feel like pools of swirling dark water that I can’t stop myself from falling into, and the deeper he stares into me, the further I feel my mind becoming submerged in his gaze. This sensation is akin to the feeling you’d get before kissing someone for the very first time. It’s breathless and warm, yet consumingly overwhelming. It fills my chest with butterflies and my heart with joy in the same way that a soft pair of lips pressing into me might.

I find myself smiling like an idiot as I fall prey to his intense gaze, unable to break away as the world around me vanishes and all my focus becomes centred on this magnificent serpent. I feel so bashfully nervous that I think I’m blushing right now, and if I didn’t know any better, I swear the anaconda’s lips have curled into a smile.

A forked tongue flickers from the snake’s mouth, and while I had seen a glimmer of it when he first descended the tree, I only now realise how red it is. The serpent’s tongue is a deep shade of scarlet that is more vibrant than any rose. His tongue cuts the distance between us and flickers through the air, drinking in my essence and savouring my flavour as if I were an aged wine.

This act is strangely very erotic, and as I watch his forked tongue flicker and all but brush across my cheek, I feel my groin tingle with arousal. The look of approval from my sudden lust may not be expressed through the serpent’s stoic expression, but for some reason, it feels like he is very pleased with my scent, so much so that he leans in closer and flickers his tongue right across my face! Something that makes my cock twitch to life and for my breath to hitch.

This moment between us feels as if it were stretching out simply to allow me enough time to enjoy his attention. I become entangled in the anaconda’s gaze and lost in the musky scent wafting from the snake, and with each flicker of his tongue, it almost feels as if he were flirting with the taste of me, desperate to feed his most natural of hungers, but unwilling to allow this moment to fade.

After an eternity spent appraising me with more than just his eyes, I almost whimper when the serpent pulls back, but as this noise escapes my lips, so too does something else spark in his eyes, and as I become locked in his intense gaze, an even stranger feeling than before overtakes me.

Without control of my actions, I find my fingers moving to the collar of my shirt, and as the first button comes undone, so too does the sensation awaken a brief moment of cognition in me. These actions are not my own, and I have no control over what I’m doing right now. This trice of clarity has a prickly feeling to it that nips at the back of my neck, causing a sense of fear to course through me as I start to understand that I have no say in what is currently happening.

With my eyes firmly locked in the anaconda’s consuming gaze, I toss my shirt aside and crouch down to unlace my canvas boots. I kick them off one after the other, and after unzipping my pants and allowing them to pool around my ankles, the rest of my uniform is tossed beside the snake’s coiling scales.

As I undress for this serpent as if I were trying to show off for a lover, I find myself screaming in the recesses of my own mind as I watch my body move without control. I have absolutely no say in what is happening, and the more I try to fight his hold over me, the more it feels as if his grip tightens around my mind, the more it feels like I fall deeper into the snake’s clutches, and the more it feels as if my unfocused thoughts become even more clouded.

As I stand clad in only my socks, boxer-briefs, and a form fitting vest, I find that my white clothing contrasts fiercely against the darker shades of the anaconda’s body. His eyes trace over my frame as if appreciating all the hours I spent in the gym. I feel incredibly exposed, but am in no way able to express it, and with how the snake is practically ogling me, some part of my mind registers that this is in no way normal behaviour…

The anaconda spends a short moment just drinking in my essence by flickering his tongue and shamelessly admiring my form as if I were just a piece of meat for him, but as his penetrating gaze hones in on my face, I find myself compelled to continue undressing. It’s not so much words that I hear telling me this, but a feeling in my bones, a compelling type of desire that is not my own; It sinks into me and guides my hands with purpose.

I fight this dominating urge with all my will, to try and stop my hands from pulling my vest over my well-defined body, but what little resistance I can muster is overpowered with an equally, if not stronger resolve that is not my own. I can do nothing but watch myself bend over and slip my socks off before tracing my hands along my thighs as if I were trying to put on a show.

For the briefest of moments, I have another spark of cognition flash through my mind, one where my fingers twitch as my thumbs hook in the waistband of my boxer-briefs, a trice in which I think I might just be regaining control over my body, but this moment vanishes just as quickly as it came, for it washes away as if a wave were crashing over me and stealing all semblance of control, and before I know it, I’m watching helplessly as my underwear pools around my ankles and is swiftly kicked aside with the rest of my clothing.

Standing completely bare before the gargantuan anaconda, his hungry gaze devours my naked body in a way that only a man should be able to appreciate unclothed flesh. While I’ve never been ashamed of my body, a body which I’ve spent hours sculpting through arduous training and hours in the gym, I can’t help but feel bashful for being admired by a feral animal.

The oversized serpent leans in and flickers his red tongue across my neck. The soft appendage just barely gazes my skin, and as he releases a sibilant breath, so too does the anaconda slowly travel down my chest. I stand perfectly still as his forked tongue tangles in my chest hair and flickers across my nipples; Unable to fight the hold he has over me, let alone resist the lust swelling my groin.

An involuntary moan escapes my lips as his snout brushes against my stomach, pressing into me for the shortest of moments before he pulls back and once more savours my flavour by flickering his tongue. I don’t mean to become so aroused, and even while some part of me screams that the last thing I should be doing right now is getting hard, I just can’t stop my lust from filling my dick with desire. Having this serpent admire me, it's not just permeating my lungs with his exotic scent, but his teasing is slowly but surely awakening the most lecherous of needs.

As the giant serpent continues to explore my body with his tongue, so too do the coils around me continue to flex and shift in tandem. The soft sibilant hisses leaving his lips, the arousing sounds of his scales brushing against each other, his spicey and leathery scent seeping into my lungs, the sensation of his nimble tongue brushing through my body hair, it all becomes too much, and before I know it, I’m standing full mast before the serpent; Unabashedly showing off my boner despite the urge I have to hide such a thing from this animal.

I didn’t think this could become anymore degrading, but my breath catches in my throat as I watch the serpent’s head lower towards my crotch, and as it’s forked tongue flickers over the head of my erection, a shudder runs through my body as its velvety touch sends electric sparks across my skin. A sheepish moan escapes my lips at the bizarre yet painfully erotic sensation of being touched in such a way by a wild animal, a sound that only encourages the snake to take another taste of my dick and send an even more powerful wave of goosebumps across my skin.

I’m not sure if I should be relieved or disappointed, but watching the anaconda raise till we meet eyes once again leaves me feeling strangely conflicted. His face comes right up to mine this time, so close in fact that our noses almost touch, and just as quickly as my gaze is drawn to his black eyes, so too am I caught within his spell. Any and all fight I may have had to deny the serpent’s desires leaves me like a heavy weight dropping to the ground. My body practically falls limp under his authoritative gaze; Held standing only through the snake’s indomitable will. The giant anaconda pierces my flesh with a penetrative gaze that seeps into my bones and grabs hold of my very soul; Plunging me deep into his darkened gaze and consuming me in the murky waters of his blackened eyes.

I feel my vision become distant and empty, my gaze falling unfocused and almost deadened. Yet despite the mindlessness taking over, the further I sink into the snake’s gaze, the safer I begin to feel. Having this magnificent creature staring at me so hungrily invokes a feeling I have never felt before. I feel as if I have been soaking in a hot spring for hours on end, as if I were floating away on a weightless cloud, as if all and any worries I have ever had in my life are being washed away from me entirely.

I’m not sure how long I am bathed in the serpent’s hypnotising gaze, it honestly feels like days pass as more of who I am becomes lost in the depths of his eyes, but when he finally pulls his head back, I am left mindless and drooling. While I had no control over my body before, it now feels as if I have been completely detached from it. It quite literally feels as if the anaconda has just unplugged every port and ripped every wire connecting my consciousness to my brain; Stealing any and all chance I have of regaining control.

I feel like a puppet being moved by strings, a marionette led through motions I cannot anticipate, only able to feel my body sway as I watch in horror from the recesses of my mind while this scene plays out like a twisted performance.

All at once, the anaconda’s body that has been twisting and coiling suddenly tightens and wraps around my entirety! Despite how fiercely he grips me, the first thing I notice is how soft his scales are. They are strong and tough like polished leather, yet silky and smooth like silk, and as they coil and tighten around my naked body, so too do goosebumps thrash across my skin and cause my cock to twitch at the pleasurable sensation of his powerful form encasing every inch of my flesh.

Slithering around me with a dexterity that only a snake can have, the anaconda’s coils sensually entrap me in his embrace. His thick body tenderly yet firmly grabs hold of me without any fight. Feeling his leathery scales brush across my dick and tighten around my skin is so overwhelmingly pleasurable that I almost lose consciousness, but forces other than my own are in control of my body, and as much as I wish for the sweet release ejaculation would bring, I am denied this just as fervently as I am denied movement.

Coil after coil embraces my body like a lover sweetly wrapping their arms around me, planting soft kisses all along my bare skin as they surround every inch of my prone form with their warmth. Slowly but surely, the anaconda skilfully slithers his thick body around me and begins to encumber my breathing as his scales grip me with a heavenly, if callous touch.

With my body encircled by his coils and my mind trapped behind his gaze, I have no way of returning his embrace even if I had the cognisance to. My fingers twitch beneath the anaconda’s scales as if I were seeking to caress his magnificent body, to feel even more of his heavy form as I becomes consumed by him entirely, but all I can do to reciprocate such a sensual touch is shudder in pleasure as his scales twist and caress my sensitive flesh with each winding grip and each tightening squeeze.

I am now completely encoiled within the anaconda’s embrace. His large and powerful body stops twisting as soon as every inch of my skin is wrapped tightly between his heavy scales. With only my feet pressed into the prickly grass and my head peeking out over the thick coils wrapped around my shoulders, I’m left wanting to feel nothing more than for my entire form to become lost within his body, for the rest of my skin to be embraced by his scales, and for all of who I am to disappear beneath his coils.

As if hearing my plea, the anaconda’s body starts to coil and tighten, gripping me harder as his powerful muscles flex. The air is forced from my lungs with the constriction, and as my chest moves to expand, I’m unable to inhale a single sliver of air. The sound of his leathery scales coiling tighter is the only thing I can hear as I fail to draw in breath, and while panic should be overtaking me, all I can feel is a mindless lust as his powerful body stiffens and wraps around me.

Just as I start to feel my lungs clapping against one another in a desperate need for oxygen, the snake’s hold on me loosens ever so slightly. Almost as if he were able to sense my body’s need for air, he allows me just enough space to take the shallowest of breathes before the serpent once more strengthens his all-encumbering hold and begins to constrict me again.

The breath I just took is forced from my lungs before I can properly enjoy the relief it would bring me, and as the last slivers of air part from my lips in a wheezing exhale, so too does my chest convulse in need. I gasp breathlessly, soundlessly, as the coils grip me like a vice, My body is compressed from all sides by the loving embrace of the anaconda, and as the very first tingle thrashes across my skin, the very moment it feels like I’m about to pass out, the snake’s body loosens and I’m once more allowed to take the shortest of breathes before it’s stolen from me yet again.

This rhythmic dance of suffocation continues in a painful cycle where each consecutive gap between drawing breath and losing it becomes shorter and shorter, each tightening of his scales around me becomes more forceful than the last and so powerful that I hear my bones creaking, and with each flex of his muscles, I start to think that the next squeeze might yet break me in half.

My body is becoming numb from the lack of oxygen at this point, and with how teary my gaze is and how swollen my lips feel, I have no doubt that my skin is becoming blue and that my eyes bloodshot, and despite what fear this should inspire, what terror his hold should bring me, I am still painfully erect.

Much like how my dick hasn’t softened throughout this entire experience, so too haven’t my eyes left the consuming gaze of the serpent holding me. It feels like he is drinking in my soul with every grip, devouring my pain with every squeeze, and consuming my torment with every constriction.

I start to lose my sense of time, and while the snake had already stolen my mind and all semblance of urgency, he now takes full control of my body by deciding when and how much I’m allowed to breathe. My vision starts darkening and focusing waning as if even my sight is under order by his coils, leading me in and out of consciousness by curling and unfurling until I’m all but an extension of his will. And while I think I might yet die in these moments where the serpent takes full control of my life in every way possible, I find a semblance of luridness returning to me when the anaconda begins readjusting himself.

One by one, coil after coil slowly unravels from me, and at the same time, so too do I feel my feet leave the grass until I am suspending in the air with three sections of the anaconda’s thick body keeping me in place. One is wrapped around all the way around my chest, while another encircles my midsection entirely, with the final coil gripping my thighs as if seeking to bend me to their will. I hang limply from his grasp with my arms flung over the topmost scale with my cheek rested upon it like a feathery pillow, and while I all but melt into his embrace, I feel my lower body being bent and contorted by the snake’s will; Skilfully readjusted for what is to come next.

Moving with dexterity befitting a serpent, the massive anaconda manoeuvres me in his flexible coils, and despite most of my body having been freed from the all-consuming hold of the snake, my body is just as unresponsive as it has been from the very moment that I looked into his eyes.

With me suspended a few feet from the ground and my body hanging limply from the coils wrapped around my chest and stomach, the third one falls from my thighs and allows my legs to dangle freely before the serpent ever so slightly angles my face towards the ground and my ass into the air. With my mind swimming in the mulch it has become, I continue to drool on his scales as the mindless haze swirls and consumes my thoughts.

I don’t know when it happened, and I haven’t noticed it till now, but I have lost sight of the anaconda’s face. In my mind, I can still see his eyes staring deeply into my own; An afterimage that continues to hold me in his grasp even as I weakly search for it, but I’m quickly snapped from these languid thoughts and caused to shudder as something wet and slippery suddenly brushes across the most intimate part of my body.

I moan as a feeling I’ve never felt before assaults me. As my sweaty body hangs limply from the serpent’s hold, I feel the snake’s forked tongue flickers across my taint, run along my puckered hole, and tickles my testicals in a way that no one has ever touched me before. His long and nimble togue practically laps at my entrance, seemingly becoming just as enthralled by the flavour of my ass as he had once become with the essence of my musk.

Each caress his slender appendage makes across my supple skin elicits shameful moans from my lips, and as I feel his spade-like snout spread my cheeks wider and for the serpent to start focusing on licking only my asshole, so too do I feel him start trying to pierce my tightly clenched sphincter.

Without much resistance, his forked tongue wriggles between my flesh and forces its way into my virgin hole! The snake’s tongue breaches me and I gasp whorishly at the foreign intrusion, spasming and twitching as his tongue presses into me. The feeling of the anaconda’s slithering flesh plunging into my depths is as alien an experience as it is to be encoiled within his grasp, and yet… Amidst the blush painting my face and the fragile feeling swelling within my chest, I can’t deny the pleasure of being touched in such a sensual way. My dick twitches erratically and rubs against the scales holding me. I feel a glob of precum spurt from my cock and slather the snake’s scales just as wetly as the tongue that continues to push deeper into my rectum.

There is a part of me that wants to pull away from his deepening kiss, to fight the loose hold the serpent has over my body, to leap from his scales and assault him for ever violating me in such a way, but that’s all it is, a distant thought I can’t properly hold onto, an itch in the back of my brain I catch scratch, a feeling I have no hopes of retaining. All I can do is float through the throes of lust and depravity as the anaconda’s tongue trusts into me. I am too far gone to resist, my body has completely surrendered to the pleasure the he gives me.

Amidst the writhing pleasure of being rimmed by a feral animal, a sudden spark flashes through me and makes it feels as if I were struck by lightning! My eyes go wide and my vison momentarily fails as every hair on my body stands on end. For a moment, I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, but as I feel the serpent’s dexterous tongue press into something deep inside of me, my breath hitches and my penis becomes harder than it has ever been in my life.

As the anaconda bears down upon a nub inside of my body, whatever vestigial thoughts I once had are washed from my mind with a pleasure so strong that not only does all breath leave me, but I almost pass out from the inexplicable pleasure. The snake doesn’t need to constrict me to stop my chest from expanding, for as he presses into what I assume to be my prostate, he steals all the oxygen in my lungs and leaves me completely dizzy.

Thankfully, or perhaps sadly, the serpent relents after only a few short seconds, and as his long, forked tongue slowly slips free from my quivering asshole, I feel my winking sphincter kiss his slithering appendage in the same way that two lovers parting from one another would.

My puckered anus dilates and pulses in the afterglow of my first rim job, relishing in the feeling the serpent so shamelessly forced upon me, and as I hang limply from the snake’s grip, my heart pounding in my chest and my penis throbbing against his scales, I’m surprised by how amazing it felt to have the serpent’s tongue bearing down on my love button. Sex can’t come close to how incredible it was to have his slippery appendage pierce my flesh and wriggle into my depths where no one has ever touched me before.

As I continue to stew in the waning pleasure, it should be obvious what the anaconda has planned for me, but with how broken my mind in and how needly my body has become, I could not have anticipated what is going to happen to me. I haven’t once questioned why a feral animal would ever do this to a person, nor how it could have lured me into a state of mindlessness, but as something very wet brushes against my virgin hole, I finally realise why the snake hasn’t taken me in the way that nature intender for him to.

Without any further preparation for the incoming intruder, I feel the blunt, fat, and unnatural shaped tip of the anaconda’s penis brush against my hole and press forward, and despite the impromptu rimjob and how dripping wet his organ is, my pucker is far too tight to allow something that feels far bigger than a human dick to simply slide into me. The snake bears down on my clenched entrance regardless, paying no mind to my body’s resistance and pushes forward with all the intentions of deflowering me.

Whether through force or perhaps the hold the anaconda has over my mind, my body relaxes, and as my clenched hole spreads open and the snake’s penis pierces my virgin hole, I gasp and choke as I fully expect to feel his enormity be rammed into me, but his cock suddenly slips and slides between my crack before hot-dogging me and throbbing between my ass cheeks.

While I’m momentarily relieved to not have been impaled on what feels like twelve inches of snake cock, confusion quickly takes me when I simultaneously feel his dick pulsing on my lower back and pressing between either of my thighs. Only as the serpent reals back and presses his wet prick against my entrance in preparation of impaling me, not only do I realise that this snake has more than one dick, but some part of me is eternally grateful that he is only trying to ram a single penis into my ass.

As the anaconda presses his blunt and spongy tip against my puckered asshole, my body tenses under the fear of being speared by such a monumental penis, but this fright doesn’t last long, for as I focus upon the flared wet head of the snake’s dick preparing to plunge into my depths, so too do I see movements through my peripherals, and as the serpent’s coils twist and shift around me, I watch as the anaconda’s face comes into view. I’m momentarily unsure about what his plan could be, but as he nuzzles my cheek and experimentally prods my tight hole, I start to understand that he’s trying to comfort me like an attentive lover might.

With the anaconda’s face pressed into mine, not only does the feeling of his soft scales pressed into my cheek cause my breath to hitch, but the strong odour of his arousal takes me, and as I smell the lingering scent of my ass on his lips, I all but shudder in lust. The oversized snake flickers his tongue across my face as if trying to help ease my body into accepting his girth, and with how he keeps prodding my clenched sphincter and pressing into me, I can tell that my body is starting to respond to his affections.

The anaconda hisses sensually and continues to press his flat tip against my asshole, slathering not just my opening with his viscous liquids, but wetting my cheek with his spit. It almost feels like he’s kissing me with each lick he makes across my face, and as I catch sight of the serpent’s eyes, he’s all but begging for me to allow him entry, however, in the next moment, this look of passion quickly shifts into one of impatience and fierce hunger.

Without warning, the snake’s affectionate touch vanishes, and as the anaconda pulls back and hisses at me, I jolt in fright when he lunges forward with his jaws wide open and latches right onto my trapezius! I gasp in fright at the sudden strike, and in the same motion of my breath leaving me, so too does all the tension keeping my body stiff evaporate for the briefest of seconds, and it’s in this short moment that the serpent makes his move.

With one forceful thrust, the giant anaconda bites into my neck and rams his dick forward in the very same instance that his teeth penetrate my flesh, and without any resistance, he shoves a couple inches of his oversized penis straight into my virgin hole and steals more than just my breath!

Before my body can even tense from being robbed of my dignity so harshly, the pain of his insertion is enough to bring a moment of cognition to me, and I quickly find myself screaming out in pain! The agony of having my asshole abrupt stretched around his extremely wide penis causes my insides to throb just as powerfully as the dick piercing my depths!

Despite my protesting cries and the overwhelmingly sharp pain shooting through me, my addled thoughts slowly become clouded once again, and as the anaconda shoves his penis a little deeper into my rectum, so too does every centimetre of his cock return me to my previously vegetative state. My screams devolve into murmurs and my thrashing into unresponsive twitches, and once my mind becomes wrought with the afterimages of the serpent’s hypnotising gaze, so too do my thoughts become sluggish and unfocused.

As I limply lay in the anaconda’s coils, impaled by his monstrous dick and drenched in his spit as he bites down on my trapezoid, the serpent doesn’t allow me a moment to become accustomed to his girth, for he begins to press his cock deeper into me with all the impatience of an abusive lover.

I gasp breathlessly as I feel his precum soaked penis sink a few centimetres deeper into my bowels, and despite my asshole being stretched wider than it was ever meant to, he slowly begins to impale me on his dick. My voice comes out broken and stuttered as I try to gasp for air, but no matter how deeply I breath or how much my body tries to relax under his command, my insides tremble with every millimetre the serpent shoves into my depths.

As if realising he won’t insert himself any deeper with how rigid my body has become, the anaconda ceases his incessant thrusting, and with his jaws still latched onto my neck and his short fangs digging into my flesh, I start to feel his forked tongue lashing across my skin and feel as the coils that are wrapped around me gently start to undulate, almost as if he were trying to ease my body into relaxing by touching me more affectionately.

As strange as it is to have a wild animal’s dicked shoved up my ass, it’s somehow even weirder to know that he understands how much abuse the human body can take, even more so that he realises affection can sedate a tense lover. A combination of his coils undulating around my chest and gut, and his slippery tongue lashing across my flesh have an immediate effect. My body starts to relax under his affections, and as the tension leaves my muscles, so too does my hole unclench, allowing the snake’s penis to sink deeper into my rectum.

With his girth slowly filling my depths and his spit dripping down my chest, the anaconda continue to knead me like a masseuse, and while my body was resistant at first, I slowly start embracing his affections, welcoming his penis to plunge deeper into my rectum, and falling back into my previously mindless state as more of his incredibly thick cock fills me up.

While I can’t see it, I can certainly feel that the snake’s penis is very different from my own. While the head feels blunt, perhaps similar in many ways to that of a horse, there are prickly nubs decorating his shaft, and with each centimetre he buries in me, not only do these pieces of flesh become more plentiful, but they become longer and pointer to the point that they start to feel like fins.

My first thought is that perhaps serpents have feline-like bristles decorating their cocks, and with each prickly tendril-like feeler that sinks into my depths, I start to worry about how it might feel when he pulls back, because with these spikey lengths running down his shaft like the petals of a flower, I can only imagine that when the snake reels back, these feelers are going to scrape my insides like claws.

The anaconda’s progress into my body halts once he fills my rectum with his enormous cock. I can’t see it, but I know I haven’t taken his full length yet, and with how I can practically feel his blunt head pressing into the entrance of my colon, it feels like the serpent isn’t going to give up till he sheathes his entire length inside my warm body.

As the anaconda pulls back and I feel the prickly fin-like nubs of flesh scrape against my insides like a hundred fingers flaring out and trying to latch onto my walls, not only do I realise my previous suspicions have been confirmed about these cat-like barbs decorating his shaft, but the intense sensation of them brushing across my insides robs me of every single thought other than the immense pleasure of his penis brushing against my anal walls.

The snake pulls his dick out until only the blunt head of his cock is piercing my abused sphincter, and while I fear a violent shove that will sting just as much as the last, I’m surprised when the serpent sensually and carefully starts pushing his cock back into my depths.

Unlike before, being penetrated doesn’t hurt, and with half the effort it took the anaconda to insert himself, his blunt head presses into the entrance of my colon once again. I moan shamefully at the sensation of his cock being buried in my ass, at feeling his thick erection throb and pulse as he tries to breach my intestines, and despite the shame painting my cheeks, my own dick twitches in satisfaction from having the serpent’s cock rub against my prostate.

Being taken by a wild animal like this is… It’s like nothing I could ever have imagine. The combination of his coils tenderly embracing me, the feeling of his enormity filling me, and the waft of his musky scent encircling me, it’s far more pleasurable than I thought being raped by a snake would ever feel.

While my thoughts are still very much clouded and my mind lost in lust, I feel like a switch has suddenly been flipped in my brain. Sparks of pleasure begin to replace all my apprehension, and a sense of bliss overcomes me with each brush the fin-like nubs lining his shaft make across my anal walls. I moan in rapt desire and feel my cock throb with every delightful tug his shaft makes against my insides, and as his blunt head bashes against the entrance to my colon a third time, I want nothing more than to feel his penis breach my deepest reaches.

While most of my limited attention is focused on the penis throbbing in my ass, his secondary cock hasn’t gone unnoticed. It keeps jabbing into my balls each time the snake plunges into my depths, rubbing his sticky fluids all over my own cock and staining my thighs with his musk, giving me a pretty good idea of just how deep inside of me his other penis is.

The giant anaconda has steadily been picking up speed despite not being able to sheath his entirety in me, and with how easier each insertion becomes, it comes as no surprise that his constantly leaking dick is lubricating my insides. The once overwhelming pressure of being split in two by such an enormous organ is starting to abate with each pillaging plunge he makes into me, and as the anaconda’s thick cock stretches my anal ring and rubs against my prostate, my insides all but welcoming him in; A chance the serpent doesn’t waste.

When the anaconda’s cock rams into the entrance to my colon, he doesn’t stop bearing down on the tightly lipped sphincter denying him entrance to my innermost depths. I gasp as I feel my insides being stretched around his blunt head and spasm as each feeler decorating his shaft flexes with his effort. The snake’s abnormally large cock is filling every inch of my rectum as he takes all I have to give, and yet, he still seeks to steal even more from me.

Despite my body being unable to accommodate his enormity, the anaconda is unwilling to relent till he finally buries himself to the hilt, for he rams forward again and forces a pained yelp from my lips as I feel the bend in my colon widen and refuse to give in, and just when I think the pain might be enough for me to pass out, that the snake might actually rip me in two, I hear and feel a very loud pop, and in this moment, not only does all the pressure alleviate, but the serpent surges forward!

I’m momentarily stunned, not quite sure of what I should be feeling, but as I lay limply in the anaconda’s grip and feel his slick cock delve into my deepest reaches, my shock morphs into a feeling of pleasure I cannot ignore. My skin prickles and lips quiver with each centimetre of his monumental penis sliding into my body, and before I know it, I feel the snake’s wet cloaca pressing against my tight hole while his secondary cock rides up alongside my own dick.

We remain frozen in this moment, with my body releasing involuntary spams and the serpent’s jaws tightening around my neck, and it’s only when the anaconda starts to grind into me that I snap out of my daze. My body awakens with pure ecstasy brought on not only from the coils that start to caress and knead my flesh, nor the from the snake gently nibbling on my neck, but from the euphoric sensation of the serpent’s cock rubbing against parts of my body that I never expected a penis to ever touch.

As my body shudders and I take in each sensation associated with being impaled on a penis for the very first time, one specific feeling catches my attention above all else. As I focus on the snake grinding his dick against my insides, I can practically feel my intestines folding and wrapping around his grith, slowly but surely expanding to accommodate his enormity, but it’s not the feeling of my colon being stuffed full with his cock, nor the prickly sensation of his fin-like barbs raking over my intestines that holds me, it’s the feeling of his cock being in a place that no penis should ever be able to reach.

Even without being able to move my hands and physically touch it myself, I can feel a bulge pressing from the inside of my belly, prodding and pulsing as a blunt nub stretches my skin. At first, I consider I might just be imagining things, because there is no way that this serpent’s cock can be bulging from within my stomach, but with each incessant prod and every sensual movement, I come to realise that it can be nothing else but his abnormally large penis.

As I am distracted by the mind-blowing sensation of his giant cock quite literally filling out my intestines, every thought leaves me, for as the anaconda pulls back ever so gently, the tendril-like feelers decorating his shaft splay out and scrape against my insides! I gasp and stiffen, as while the sensation of his feeler-like barbs raking my intestines both burns and hurts as if he were clawing at them, the feeling is wrought with an equal amount of pleasure.

The intense sensation of having every feeler-like nub of flesh flare out and scrape my innermost walls, and the accompanying feeling of inch after inch of a giant cock slowly withdrawing from my asshole, I fear I may pass out from both the pain and the pleasure.

It feels as if the snake is pulling out my insides along with his penis, and I find myself gasping breathlessly, shuddering from the strange hollow feeling left in the wake of his enormity, and as I feel the head of his blunt penis pull free from the bend in my colon, I find but a small moment of relief before the serpent slowly pushes his way back inside and hilts himself in my depths with one decisive if drawn out thrust!

Before I have a chance to catch my breath, the anaconda repeats the same action from before at a much quicker pace, and once again, I lose my ability to breath without him even needing to squeeze the life out of me.

The snake builds up a steady pace and starts to rail my ass with quick and hard trusts, causing not just my legs to spasm each time he slams his body into mine, but my eyes roll back in my skull as his fin-like barbs scrape my intestines each time he pulls back. My dick is literally as hard as steel, and my mind is racing with so many endorphins that my thoughts quite literally feel like mushy soup. I can’t focus on anything but the pleasure and the pain fighting for control in me.

My heart is beating faster and faster with each consecutive pump the anaconda’s powerful body makes against me as he buries his lengthy dick into my depths. Each consecutive thrust becomes smoother than the last, not only from how much he continues to stretch my intestines, but with the amount of precum I can feel the serpent leaking into me, and despite how lubricated my colon becomes, nothing can alleviate the prickly feeling of his barbs scraping my insides.

The anaconda fucks me hard and fast, ramming into me as if I were a bitch in heat, deflowering me as if I were his bride, and not holding back any of his strength as he reshapes my insides to fit his gigantic cock.

I am a slobbering, blathering mess at this point, not only are the moans escaping my lips broken and stuttered, but each powerful thrust forces the air from my lungs every time he bottoms out. My face is covered in my own spit, and with how the snake is still biting down on my neck, my chest and upper back are becoming as wet as my chin, and while the sensation of being slobbered on should be repulsive, the feeling somehow adds to all the pleasure.

The serpent shows no signs of relenting, in fact, he seems to be pick up the pace; His coils more than likely a blur behind me with how hard he pounds my ass. The anaconda withdraws his huge penis till just the tip is wrapped around my painfully stretched asshole, before plunging in with a feral trust and burying himself up to his cloaca before violently pulling back and stuffing me full with speeds I can’t keep up with, filling his terrarium with the squelching sounds of scales meeting flesh and his dick rearranging my organs.

As he angrily fucks me, the serpent’s secondary penis continues to rub against the side of my own cock. It’s wedged between my thigh and ballsack, and currently jabbing against the penis buried in my depths, and with this newfound speed, is stimulating my cock as he continues to ram into me repeatedly.

The feeling of being so violently fucked not only assures the anaconda’s hold over me, but he dominates me so completely that even in my thoughtless state, I understand that I’ll never be the same person again.

With each brush his thick cock makes against my prostate, every barb that scrapes my intestines, and the way his penis brushes against my own cock, I feel myself being pushed closer to the edge with every thrust. In this moment where pleasure and pain take all of who I am, I realise that if his eyes were so easily able to rob me of my own will, then his cock has taken control over my body.

All these sensations become too much to endure. The feeling of his wet mouth wrapped around my neck, his soft coils kneading my flesh, his powerful thrusts pillaging my depths, and the constant stimulation his cocks bring me both inside and outside my body, I cannot stop the pleasure from overflowing even with the anaconda’s firm grip on my mind, and with the next violent thrust he makes, my entire body tenses and explodes in the most powerful orgasm of my life!

I bark out like a wild animal being rutted as the anaconda doesn’t slow down for a single second, even as every muscle inside my body clenches and hardens as I reach my climax; In fact, I think his incessant fucking is helping to push the cum out of my cock more forcefully, for as he angrily rails my ass, waves of sperm shoot from my dick and send jolts of goosebumps across my flesh with each ejaculation! My body instantly becomes hypertensive and with how my eyes roll back into my skull, it almost feels like I’m going to pass out from the intensity of my orgasm!

I don’t stop ejaculating for a solid minute, with each shot being even stronger than the last. My testicals pull taut against my taint and nearly disappear inside my pelvis with each frantic ejaculation, but once I finally stop spewing cum, I fall absolutely limp and utterly exhausted in the most mindless of ways, and despite the euphoria making it feel as if my soul has just left my body, the pleasure doesn’t stop there, for with the anaconda still fucking me raw, his incessant thrusting continues to force weak spasms from my spent manhood.

Despite having ejaculated more cum that I ever have in my life, I don’t become flaccid. The constant stimulation of his thick cocks rubbing me from both inside and outside my body is starting to reawaken my arousal in such a way that it feels as if I’ve overdosed on viagra. As I continue to drown in the afterglow, I’m brought back to a state of lust where my dick throbs so powerfully it feels as if I didn’t just shoot my load all over his scales, and despite feeling like all it will take is a few more brushes for me to blow my load once again, I understand I will not be able to experience a second climax when the snake shifts his pace.

The anaconda starts making shorter, much more powerful thrust while remaining buried as deep inside of me as possible, only withdrawing a few inches before slamming his heavy body into me. The penis inside my stomach pokes my own cock from within, while the one on the outside prods at my stiffening erection and all but sandwiches my dick between the two.

The sensation of being so utterly filled, encased so lovingly in his scales, and fucked so completely, it has me feeling satisfied in such a way that I could die right now and never have any regrets in my life, yet before I’m allowed to wallow in this bliss, my body twitches when I feel both of the snake’s cocks swell with blood and stiffen even harder than they already are, and as the fin-line barbs decorating his dicks flare out, the serpent’s cocks suddenly start throbbing before they violently explode!

The maw holding me in place grips tighter while the scales constricting me squeeze harder, and as I feel the first wave of semen erupt inside my bowels and simultaneously paint my stomach, I gasp a breathless cry as the spines on his dick bring me both pleasure and pain.

Both of the serpent’s enormous penises start spasming erratically as they unload shot after shot of thick cum! I am bathed both inside and out in copious amounts of viscous sperm. Each ejaculation is so strong that it feels as if someone opened the faucet of a tap at full force, and with how hot his cum is, it quite literally feels as if he were burning holes through my flesh! The anaconda continues to grind into me with each violent ejaculation, emptying his seed into the deepest reaches of my body.

As he continues to ram me deep and hard, I start to feel faint without the ability to breath, yet the serpent doesn’t care for my spasming or choking gasps as he rides out his own pleasure. His coils tighten and he bites down harder as he continues to fill me to the brim with his sperm. Darkness begins to take me as I fail to draw in air, and as my lungs clap together in a desperate need for oxygen, as my bones creak under his impossibly tight hold, I have no chance to even plead for mercy as the world around me starts to become shrouded in shadows as the snake steals all life from me…

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My eyes shoot open as my body thrashes in the throes of panic, and as I start to regain a sense of being, I realise that I’m waking up from what feels like a fever dream. I gasp for breath and try to shoot up into a sitting position, but instantly find that I’m unable to. All around me, I am constricted by thick, undulating scales, and as I feel these coils wrap and twist around my form, reality hits me heavily. I was not dreaming, and this isn’t some waking nightmare. I am trapped in the scales of a giant anaconda who just raped me!

Before my mind is able to return to me properly, an intense and crippling pain assaults me! I writhe in agony as the inside of my body burns like fire. I scream as the bruised feeling of my guts stabs though me like a hundred knives twisting and robbing me of all thought other than of the agonising hurt from having been raped so angrily.

Finding a moment between this pain and my panic, I force my tearstained eyes open as I regain a semblance of control over my breath and quickly understand that I need to escape, but as I try to move, I find that my arms are trapped at my sides and that my legs are pinned together. While the anaconda isn’t holding me as forcefully as he did before, his grip leaves me space to do little more than wriggle in his coils.

As I twitch and grunt, I feel the stickiness of my body rub against the serpent’s scales. I am wet with not just sweat, but the juices left behind from both my own cock and the snake’s. My asshole is painfully sore and currently dripping with sperm, and with how damp my body is, I am practically caked in semen and saliva, and as the anaconda’s coils continue to gentle wrap and twist around me, I notice a weird sensation around my midsection as they brush across it.

I am bloated. Through the pain and the lingering blur of my mind, I can feel the skin of my gut is stretch taut, and every time I swallow, I get a very strange aftertaste. It’s salty, musky, and kind reminds me of the flavour of fish. It takes my foggy brain a moment longer to put two and two together, but with the feeling of my destroyed asshole still leaking cum and my stomach so swollen that it feels like I just won an eating contest, it would seem that my intestines have been absolutely flooded with the snake’s sperm.

I’m not allowed a moment longer to ponder my precarious situation, for as the coils around me undulate and tighten before coming to a stop, my confusion is suddenly replaced with fear as I feel a wet and slick sensation engulf both of my feet. Wriggling my toes and kicking upwards tells me all I need to know. This serpent may have just used me in a way that I never thought an animal would ever use a human, but with the slick warmth wrapped around my ankles, I instantly understand that he plans on swallowing me whole after all.

My fight instantly returns, much more panicked and far more desperate than before. I try to do my best to ignore the searing pain radiating through my abdomen with each movement I make, and with the jolt of adrenaline pulsing through me, it becomes much easier to forget that my intestines have been utterly destroyed by the serpent’s cock.

Despite thrashing to the best of my ability, the anaconda doesn’t pay me any attention as he consumes my feet in a matter of seconds. As I look up towards at the skylight and the sun shining down on us, panicked thoughts race through my mind as the snake unfurls one of his coils from my body and throws it over my head to presumably allow himself more space to travel up my legs, and as I feel my feet sinking into his slimy flesh, fear consumes every part of my being.

I scream as loudly as I can as I feel my toes piercing his throat and traveling deeper into the snake, and as his breath washes over my ankles and brushes through my leg hair, tears start streaming down my face as the reality of what is happening fully sinks in. Fighting, screaming, writhing, and pleading have absolutely no effect on the beast eating me alive, for he makes his ascent up my body without pause. My frail attempts of escape mean nothing in his powerful grip, for his slimy throat will consume me just as easily as he had raped me.

I grit my teeth and seethe through both the pain and fear, and as I feel the anaconda’s mouth open wider to take in more of my form, I feel my determination and unwillingness to submit to him take hold. I kick with all the strength I can muster, and despite my immobility, thrash in his coils with all my might; I even go so far as to try bite his scales, but have no chance of piercing them. The serpent doesn’t even seem to register my struggle, for more and more of my body is pushed deeper into his soft and wet insides without pause.

With the anaconda’s lips latching on above my knees, the serpent unravels more of his body over my head before he continues swallowing my legs. I waste no time in using this newfound freedom to try and bent my knees to kick his throat, but with how tightly my legs are wrapped inside his flesh, I can’t do much more than squirm beneath his scales.

Having my body become drenched in his thick mucus and slimy spit is somehow even more disgusting than having the serpent rape me. It feels like someone has painted my legs with honey before wrapping me in stretchy latex and then massaging my body from outside. My legs squelch and slip nauseatingly within his squishy confined depths and only add to the fear that the rest of my body will soon follow.

I snap back to reality, for as the serpent bites down on my thighs, so too is the last coil unfurled from around my midsection and rolled up and over my face. The first thing I do I look down at the scene unfolding before me, but as my panicked gaze lands upon the dead eyes of the snake consuming my body, I immediately wish I hadn’t. Seeing my legs stuffed down the throat of a predator and watching as the snake widens his jaws and carefully climbs up my body fills me with the deepest sense of dread.

Something primal awakens within me, for without a second thought, I lunge into a sitting position and punch the anaconda like a devolved cave man! Rage and an instinct to survive drive my body and fill me with a strength I’ve never known before, yet despite the force with which I hit, a punch that very well makes it feel as if I broke a bone or two, the serpent is completely undeterred by my violence.

The sight of him ignoring me and continuing to ingest my body as if I meant absolutely nothing to him fuels my rage into overdrive, but as I lunge to strike his nose even harder than before, my arm becomes hooked in one of his coils and my momentum is instantly halted! I jolt in fright, for with lightning-fast movements, the serpent grabs hold of my arm with his body, wrapping around my wrist more firmly than any rope could ever restrain me, and even as I move to punch with my free hand, he entraps it just as quickly, and before I know it, my arms are being stretched up and over my head as the snake completely immobilises me in the cum-stained grass!

Thrashing and screaming, I do all that I can to fight against the serpent’s hold, but his tail is curled around both of my forearms so tightly that I can do nothing but wriggle and squirm as he continues to climb up my body with his jaws.

As the anaconda opens his mouth and hooks his pin like teeth into my flesh, he works his way up and over the widest part of my butt as if he were eating the smallest of entrée’s. The feeling of my hips sliding into his wet mouth and my flaccid cock being pressed into the snake’s palate has me freeze as I feel the most sensitive parts of my body become engulfed in his flesh.

I’m not sure if the anaconda notices how I stall, or if he had planned this from the beginning, but as my cheeks soak in his spit of his mouth, so too does his tongue suddenly pierce my asshole! The serpent’s forked appendage shameless slides into me without consideration for my pain. It wriggles into my depths and slathers my raw insides with his saliva, and as his efforts cause my body to spasm and my sphincter to clench, so too does the snake causes squirts of cum to spray from my behind, and as he continues to force his tongue deeper into my ass, so too does the anaconda start drinking down his own cum from my butt.

Despite the anger I feel for being abused once again, I moan shamefully when he bears down on my prostate. My body is tired and sore from being abused so carelessly by the serpent, yet my exhaustion doesn’t stop my body from reacting. My penis instantly starts plumping as the snake presses against my prostate, and with my penis pressed against the roof of his mouth and his tongue wriggling in my ass, I’m brought to arousal in a matter of seconds.

The more I try to fight it, and the more the anaconda bears down. I swear I can almost hear him snickering when another moan leaves my lips; A notion that heats my face and renews my struggle despite the pleasure interrupting my movements, yet despite my best efforts, nothing can stop the snake from having his way with me.

I think the anaconda might carry on till I spill my seed into his mouth, but he withdraws his tongue after a moment and goes right back to ingesting me so casually that my face blushes a deep red when I realise that he has been toying with me from the very start, that this little display was meant to put things into prospective for me.

As the anaconda opens his mouth and surges forward, my hips slide deeper into his squelching throat and plunge my legs deeper into his soft flesh. The sensation of my erection sliding into his oesophagus and my cheeks being squeezed by his powerful throat muscles as he gulps and swallows me whole and alive reawakens the fear I have been trying to suppress this entire time.

All my anger leaves me in this moment that despair and panic take over my body, but no matter how much I shake or wriggle, thrash or cry, my efforts bring me no closer to freedom. The snake powerful swallows once again, and as my body slides deeper into his throat, I moan shamefully as my still erect penis is caressed by the intricate folds of flesh inside his body; A sensation the anaconda seems to enjoy, for he twists his neck side to side and relishes in the sound of pleasure mixing with my anguished cries.

Looking down and over my bloated belly, real fear takes hold of me as I watch the snake open his mouth and pull his lips over the top of my rounded belly. His pin like teeth sink into my skin and bite down, and as soon as his jaws tighten, so too does the cum in my body push free from my asshole and try to escape up my throat! I clench my mouth shut and do all I can to stop his semen from escaping, but it spurts from both my nostrils and asshole as if I were a jam doughnut he were biting into!

I feel a deluge of cum pouring out my abused anal ring as if I were some dirty water gun, and as the cum pours from my nose and covers my face, I reach my lowest of lows. The snake bites down a little harder and I can’t stop his jizz from escaping my mouth, and with how much pours from my lips, I instantly feel like a cum fountain as his viscous fluids paint my face white.

A choking whimper escapes my throat as the serpent pulls me deeper into his waiting maw, and despite the still warm cum trickling down my face, I look down at the snake and lock eyes with him instantly. I don’t know if I was planning on pleading with him, or perhaps to find some way out of this, but as soon as our eyes meet, his consuming gaze penetrates me and sinks into the very core of my being.

I know that I shouldn’t be staring into his eyes for too long, as the last time his gaze turned my brain into mush, but I can’t look away from the horrific sight of my body disappearing into his throat. Watching as the anaconda casually eases his way up and over my stomach while pulling my deeper into his wet flesh is by far the most mortifying thing I have ever seen in my life… The bulges of my legs squirming beneath his scales is a foreboding image of what I will look like once he’s swallowed me whole.

I break down into tears and start pleading with the monstrous snake for my freedom, but he doesn’t pay my choking sobs any mind as he continues to swallow me alive. The parts of my body that are wrapped in his throat are being caressed in an almost sensual way each time he swallows, and with how soft and sopping wet his flesh is, I’m sliding almost effortlessly down his gullet and into his deepest reaches. I’m shamefully still rock-hard, and despite the fear coursing through me, my cock twitches between the undulating muscles and practically begs for release.

There is no longer any doubt in my mind that this serpent is far more sentient than I had first thought, for he is thoroughly enjoying my broken display so much that he has slowed his ingestion enough so that he can relish in my anguish as if it were a flavour he could taste. He starts to pull my arms backwards with his tail while swallowing down in the same motion, stretching my spine and refusing my descent; Torture me in his depravity. His tongue lashes across my back as I cry out and shake my head, and after a few moments longer where I can all but see his lips curling into a wicked grin, the snake continues to swallow me.

As I sob like a newborn, an errant thought passes through my mind that has me wondering why the anaconda didn’t constrict me to death like a snake normally would. I know there is nothing normal about a genetically modified serpent that’s spent his entire life in a lab, but why has he gone through the effort to keep me alive like this?

These thoughts spark a short moment of hope in me. Perhaps once he has consumed me whole and I come to rest inside his belly, perhaps I can injure him enough to escape? And even if I can’t claw my way out from within, I could at least upset his gut enough for the anaconda to cotch me back up, right? I mean, that’s something that I’ve seen snakes do before, perhaps I could–!?

I’m snapped from my musings and jerk my head down as I feel the serpent’s jaws part and wrap around the widest part of my chest! He’s swallowed my body without much effort, and with how his lips curl around my pecs and his spit drips down my back, I have no doubt that he could swallow something twice my width.

My chin is practically pressed into the anaconda’s snout as I gape in horror, and as our eyes lock, my lips tremble as a whimper escapes me. He no doubt sees the fear in my eyes, because a glint in his gaze reveals to me the satisfaction this snake is drawing from my anguish. My despair is a flavour which he greedily devours, and as he sees the last sparks of hope die within me, he consumes all of who I am before my body can even be fully ingested.

As soon as the serpent’s lips wrap around my armpits, so too does his tail unfurl from around my wrists, but with my shoulders wedged in the corners of his lips and my arms trapped overhead, there is no way of making use of them now.

I expect the anaconda to finish me off now that the widest part of my body is lodged in his mouth, but he seems to be taking a moment to adjust to my body, for he remains perfectly still and only undulates the muscles in his throat as if preparing to swallow the rest of me. I’m not sure if he’s doing this to prolong my torture, or if it’s more of a biological instinct, but as his spit pools in my armpits and I stare into his beady black eyes, it almost feels as if he is trying to say something to me, and even if I weren’t filled with so much panic and fear, I doubt I’d be able to decipher this kind of expression.

The anaconda’s gaze sinks deeply into my mind as his fangs dig into my chest, almost as if he were giving me one last appreciative look before finishing me off, almost like a lover saying goodbye to their partner before a long trip, and with the hungry gleam filling the snake’s eyes, it seems he can’t wait any longer to fill his belly, for while I should have been enjoying my final moments outside his scales, enjoying the last glimmer of sunlight shining down upon us, relishing in the untainted air I’m able to inhale, the look that next shines in the serpent’s eyes tells me that my life is about to come to an end.

Crying and screaming has done nothing to help me so far, but I can’t stop such a natural reaction. Fear and panic surge through me as I shake my head in protest, but as the anaconda lurches forward and bites down over my throat, my face is forced between my biceps as his snout presses into my chin.

With only my arms and head outside the snake’s mouth, my arms press against my ears and muffle the world around me. I’m immobilised even more than before, and as the anaconda opens his mouth and lunges forward to take in more of my body, I get my first real waft of his breath. While I expected his insides to smell like death, the odour is far more fleshy and musky than I expected it to be. Perhaps it’s from the cum he squeezed out of me? I mean, there is a slightly acidic smell lingering within, but it’s not as wretched as I expected.

As he swallows and pulls his mouth up and over my face before latching on just above my elbows. I am surrounded on all sides by velvety soft flesh that is dripping with saliva, my face pressed into the comparatively hard roof of his mouth while the back of my head rests in the curve of his bottom jaw. I try once more to squirm, to look away from the red flesh pressing into me, but it’s even more impossible to move than it was before.

I cry out in anguish at being trapped inside the mouth of a hungry predator, but regret it immediately as I accidently swallow a huge glob of spit. The musky and fleshy taste of his viscous saliva instantly makes me nauseous, and it takes everything I have to not throw up and down on my own vomit.

An abrupt and very powerful gulp has me gasping, and once again cursing this damnable snake as I choke on another wad of his saliva, but thankfully, I’m able to spit it up before it gets caught in my windpipe, however, that’s where my relief ends, for the anaconda swallows me so powerfully that he pulls my entire face through the fleshy opening of his throat until only my hands are left outside his mouth!

With my face craned upwards and my arms awkwardly stretched out above me, I look out at the forest beyond his parted lips for what will likely be my last glimpse of light, my last sight of the world beyond his scales, and as my eyes dance across the cum splattered grass and sunbathed glade, every muscle in the snake’s neck works in tandem to swallow, and as I slip deeper into his constricting confines, I watch helplessly as his lips close behind my fingers and the anaconda steals me from the world entirely!

Trapped in darkness with my face craned upwards and my entire body surrounded by velvety soft flesh, I close my eyes and inhale a rattled breath. His reeking insides aren’t as putrid as I had once thought. Sure, the serpent’s flesh is musky from the cum lining his oesophagus, meaty like raw steak, and acidic from the acids no doubt lining his stomach, but I honestly expecting it so be so bad that I’d choke to death, and aside from the spicy aroma that kinda reminds me of magnolia, there is something strangely enticing behind this acrid odour.

Trapped in his filthy spit and encumbered by his constricting flesh, I tentatively open my eyes and fully expect to find myself bathed in darkness, but as I look around, I find myself blinking in surprise. I’m not sure if I’m seeing things, but the snake’s insides appear to be… Glowing? I try to blink away the spit pooling in my eyes, but as my gaze dances across his scarlet flesh, I find it indeed to be gleaming softly in the same gentle light you’d use to entice a lover to bed.

The walls of his throat are pulsing in gentle waves and undulating in a soft ruby red light. The lustre faintly illuminates his oesophagus and makes my saliva drenched arms glisten above me. I watch in fascinated horror as the anaconda gulps again, and as every muscle in his throat works in tandem to send me deeper into his body, I trace my fingers over the supple flesh that seems to be radiating from within.

Despite the serpent’s incredible girth, I’m certainly making an impressive bulge, and considering he hasn’t moved from the spot which he finished me off, I can practically feel the sunlight bathing his scales from outside my fleshy prison.

As I pass through the coagulated cum and the viscous spit lining his throat, the sound of the snake’s heartbeat becomes louder and more prominent as I travel into the endless tube of flesh. I enter a certain section of the anaconda’s oesophagus where his heart is loudest, and as he takes a moment between gulping and twisting his body, I feel the powerful organ pulsating and pounding against me through the scarlet walls of flesh. The noise it makes is almost deafening, and despite my ears being clogged with his spit, I feel the pulse throbbing in my head. His heart beats like a drum and thumps against my body as powerfully as his cloaca once did.

As I rock back and forth, half caught in a stupor and in disbelief that I’m actually sliding down the throat of a monstrous anaconda, I start struggling to draw in proper breathes with how tightly the walls of his oesophagus are gripping me, the serpent continue his ingestion and gulps me past his heart and sends my naked body deeper into his throat.

The anaconda’s oesophagus comprises of many rings of flesh stacked beside one another. They undulate in unison and pulse like many clenching assholes working in tandem to suck me down. They are insanely strong, and each time they flex and ripple like waves as they send me towards the snake’s stomach, I keep thinking that he’s going to break my bones.

Despite being swallowed alive down the cum coated oesophagus of a mutated anaconda, I find a strange pleasantness in the motions these rings of muscles make as they contract around me. My whole body is basically being massaged by these slick walls, so much so that I only now realise that I’ve been humping into his throat each time he gulps. My face warms with blush and I stop my depraved actions immediately as I try to clear my thoughts and view this impossible situation logically.

Alright… The glowing can possible be explained by the snake’s spliced DNA. There are bioluminescent sea creatures, right? Could that be related to the hypnotising thing he did on me? I mean, serpents are infamous for subduing their prey with their gaze, but isn’t that normally by swaying side to side? All I had to do was look into his eyes and I was trapped. I think some fish might have the ability to hypnotise their prey by rippling in waves of colour, but I can’t be too certain…

What I should really be worried about is how sentient he is. Never in my life have I looked into the eyes of an animal so intelligent, I mean, at one point, I was certain he understood the pleading words I was saying. And using me for sexual release? Ha! That’s in no way a normal thing in nature. A wild animal is more likely to eat you than rape you. That should speak volumes of his intellect, right? I knew this was no normal snake, but this is far beyond it being a little smarter than normal…

My thoughts are wretched from me as I feel my feet press up against an unyielding wall of flesh. My descent through his throat halts alongside the undulating walls, and as I lay dormant in his spit covered throat, I realise that I’ve reached the opening of his stomach. Fear once more prickles my neck as I understand the implications, and my fight reawakens more out of instinct than any rational thought, but even as I struggle, I feel the cardiac sphincter flex and pucker. The soft ring of flesh kisses my toes and sucks them in just as swiftly as his mouth once did, and even as I scream up into the long fleshy tunnel above me, I know there is no way I can stop it from drawing me in.

The tight ring of flesh undulates with far more control than his throat has, and as it wraps around my feet, it physically yanks me downwards in the same motion of the anaconda swallowing. The sphincter easily stretches over my ankles, and seeing as I’m absolutely drenched in spit and cum, I effortlessly slide through the ring of flesh.

My knees slip through the cardiac sphincter much faster than it took the serpent to ingest them, and my descent only starts to slow once the ring of flesh wraps around my thighs. Despite the despair associated with being swallowed whole and alive my such a mighty serpent, I can’t help but feel this entire experience has been underlying erotic. Feeling the cardiac sphincter pucker and work its way over my body, alongside with the wet walls of his oesophagus undulating and squeezing me in tandem, I’m ashamed to say that all these sensations have kept me painfully erect.

I try to focus my thoughts through the residual effects of being hypnotised, but with each brush his fleshy walls make against me, every squelching gulp that send me deeper into his body, it’s pushing me closer to orgasm no matter how hard I try to fight it, but as the cardiac sphincter flexes, slurps up my cock, and wraps around my ass, a raunchy moan escapes my lips without control.

The opening to the snake’s stomach is making quick work of me, and with the powerful swallowing motions coming from above, I am helpless to stop my body from sliding through the ring of flesh, and before I know it, his cardiac sphincter swallows me all the way up to my chest!

As I fall deeper into the belly of the beast, I can tell that my legs have entered a much roomier chamber. I can almost spread them maybe a foot or so apart. The walls of his gut also feel distinctively different from his throat, not softer or less sticky, but firmer in a rubbery sort of way. The flesh lining his stomach kinda makes me think of a balloon, and as my toes scrape over the thick skin that will soon house me, a strange feeling fills my chest.

My musings are cut short as the cardiac sphincter sucks me deeper, and as the ring of flesh inhales me all the way up to my armpits and wraps around my neck, some part of me is thankful that the anaconda swallowed me feet first, otherwise this sphincter might have strangled me to death. Although, considering the alternative, perhaps that might have been better…

Without much ceremony, and with just as litter effort as it has inhaled me, the undulating flesh around me squelches and contracts far more powerfully than before, and in one single motion, spits me out into his stomach! I slide deeper into the slightly warmer confines of the snake’s voracious organ and my arms are quick to follow. As soon as my entire body is deposited in the gut of the anaconda, I yank my hands free from the ring of flesh and fight against the stretchy sack to lay my arms at my sides; Finally freeing myself from that uncomfortably position.

However, my relief is short lived once I realise where I am. I lay motionless in the wet confines of the strong stomach walls for only a moment longer before panic guides my thrashing arms. I lash out with all my might, knowing that if there is any chance of me escaping this situation alive, it is now.

Pressing my hands against the rubbery walls, I am met with a much sturdier surface than I had expected. The insides of the anaconda’s stomach stretch like an elastic band, expanding like a balloon filling with air, but I’m able to do little more than press a few inches outwards before the latex-like walls bounce back and force my hands to slap against my chest. Moving to use both hands by pressing in front of me with my elbows jabbed into his gut, I push again, but find my arms wobbling before the rubbery walls bounce back into place and force my arms to my side. I’m massaging his gut more than anything right now, and trying to scratch and grab it proves just as futile; His stomach is lined with fluids just as sticky as the ones in his throat, if not more so.

I quickly change tactics and try to upset his gut by thrashing around. I kick and punch and squirm like a child throwing a tantrum on the floor of a mall, shaking and bouncing around in every way possible, knowing that the serpent won’t be able to handle prey wriggling around his stomach for long until he becomes sick, but after about ten minutes where I start becoming fatigued, nothing happens. In fact, I don’t think the anaconda has even moved from the very spot he swallowed me.

I fall motionless and start panting as I look straight up at the slick glowing walls of his gut with frustration growing in my chest. The dim light pulses in intervals that throb in tandem with the faint echoing of his heart that I can hear even from here. As I lay in the stomach of the anaconda, I only now start to notice how much more powerfully the smell is compared to his throat. The liquids in his gut are far more acrid and reek of rotten meat, but still retain that fleshy, musky smell. The stench is strong enough to make nauseous, and I know the longer I stay in here, the worse they will get.

This thought has my breath hitch as I contemplate the implications. Surely, I should be feeling lightheaded at this point, right? I mean, the amount of oxygen sucked in alongside me couldn’t be enough for me to survive this long, and even if it was, shouldn’t I at least be feeling a bit dizzy at this point?

Pressing my hands into the squelching walls and watching his saliva drip through my fingers and run down my wrist, I once more try view this whole situation rationally, but the deeper I breath and the harder I think, the more I realise that I feel fine, better even than I did while I was looking into the snake’s eyes. All the pain I felt after waking is strangely absent. Could it be from his throat muscles kneading me, or…

Pulling my hand back and pressing my thumb and index finger together, I draw them apart and observe the strand of drool stretching between them. I know this anaconda is genetically modified, but what use are bioluminescent insides anyway? I can’t imagine it being helpful in any way. And this weird breathing thing? I know there is something called “Liquid oxygen”, but would that even be possible to replicate in an animal? I know Jikken does some weird and questionable things, but even they wouldn’t experiment with that… Right?

As bizarre as these thoughts are, they seem the most logical, but if I’m right, that would mean that Jikken Industries purposefully engineered this anaconda to swallow people alive, for them to be lurid and conscious of everything going on around them as they… No, wait. That’s… That’s just ridiculous! Why would scientists even produce abilities like that in a snake? Other than using traits like this to torture their victim, I see no upside for having prey alive and kicking while in a stomach. Is this meant for my benefit somehow…?

As much as I’d like to deny it, my trip into his stomach was strangely pleasurable, especially when I consider his throat muscles are more than powerful enough to break my bones, and I don’t know if it’s from the spit or perhaps me just having a moment to catch my breath, but I almost feel rejuvenated, and while my lungs are filled with the caustic stench of his stomach acids, they don’t feel like they’re about to collapse in on themselves, and worst of all, I am still painfully erect.

The acknowledgement of my aching hard penis is all it takes for my gaze to snap towards it. It takes me a considerable amount of effort to not just reach down and start jerking off, mostly due to me being unable to accept the idea of wanking inside the stomach of a snake, and instead, I steel my resolve and get back to work on trying to upset the anaconda’s belly.

Another ten minutes pass where I thrash and pound against the inside of the serpent’s gut, but I accomplish nothing more than tiring myself out. The walls don’t yield or quiver in any way, they only squelch and ripple with each thwack, offering so much resistance that I would have more success in breaking a punching bag open with my bare fists.

As I sweat and inhale ragged breathes while lying motionless in the stomach of the giant snake, I try to listen for any changes outside, but from what I can tell, the anaconda hasn’t moved a single inch. He is just as still as the unflinching chamber I lay within. I’m no expert on anatomy, but shouldn’t his gut at least be secreting enzymes to stat digesting me? His belly hasn’t let out a single rumble or movement since my entry. I watch the glow of his stomach pulse as I become unsure of what I should do next.

I… this can’t be it. This can’t be! I can’t die this! I refuse for my life to amount to nothing more than being a piece of meat filling the belly of a lab experiment! How did I even get here? I briefly consider that my friend had betrayed me from the beginning, that the lab doors jamming was no mere coincidence but a setup for this exact thing to happen to me, that maybe even that voice was just a recording meant to lead me into the jungle. I wish I could say that this is all just some elaborate joke, or maybe even a hallucination or fever dream, but as I lay in the viscous fluids and feel the anaconda’s soft flesh embrace me, I know that all of this is real, and I understand that I’m going to die here…

As I repeat these deprecating thoughts over and over in my head, my resolve to fight completely leaves me along with all my strength and all of my anger. I fall limp and utterly defeated in the squishy walls of my fleshy prison and start sobbing uncontrollably. My gut twists and roils as primal cries of agony echo around me in a voice that I can’t even recognise as my own.

There is so much I still wanted to do with my life, how can it all end like this? Sure, I won’t be leaving behind much, and there is no one to miss me, family or otherwise; Not even a pet, But… That doesn’t mean I couldn’t have made more of my life if I were just given another chance!

My vision begins to darken and not from a lack of oxygen. My anguish and despair start to build up so heavily that time and light all but leave my broken mind, and before I know it, I fall into my sorrow and pass out in the depths of the anaconda. My limp body nothing more but a piece of meat to fill his belly and satiate his desire; My life surmounting to nothing more than fuel for him…

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I wake up with a start. My whole body is gently being rocked around by the churning chamber I’m lying in. Confusion racks my brain as I have no idea where I am or what’s going on, but as I reach up to grab onto something and stabilize myself, my hands press against the wet walls that I now understand encase me. Realisation hits me hard as I look around the glowing chamber. I gasp from the shock of remembering that I have been eaten alive, but quickly find my shock devolving into acceptance as I sink into the slime I’ve been stewing in for who knows how long.

Leaning back into the squelching walls of the anaconda’s stomach, my gaze grows dim as I make a half-assed attempt at pushing against the rubbery walls of my caustic prison. The flesh lining the serpent’s gut is thick and unyielding, and my arms tremble as I strain against it. Closing my eyes in resignation, I sigh out and try my best to ignore the pulsing walls throbbing around me.

I open my eyes and stare blankly at the pulsating walls of the anaconda’s stomach. They are gingerly kneading me in the same steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His gut seems much more cramped that it was before. I don’t know if it’s because of the peristalsis, but if I don’t press my chin into my chest, then the wet flesh slaps against my face, and while I’d like to say that the feeling of his stomach rubbing against me is a disgusting one, it’s strangely… Nice? It kinda feels like my whole body is being hugged. Well, hugged by very slippery flesh that isn’t nearly as warm as a human’s embrace, and with the addition of having a murderous intent, of course…

Sighing out, I find myself waking from my stupor properly after clearing the goop from my eyes and blinking a couple time. My foggy thoughts have cleared quite a bit now that the afterimage of the anaconda’s eyes have left my mind. I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep, but the chamber I’m lying in has definitely filled with more slime than before. Running my hand along the fleshy walls, I spread my fingers and see the honey-like liquid to be thick and viscous in the gooiest way possible. It’s dense, yet runny, and from how sour the air in here has become, his gastric juices are definitely more potent than before.

Wait… Inhaling a deep breath and filling my lungs with the caustic odour of the serpent’s gut, I find the stench to be more condensed than before. The meaty smell is fleshier, the musky odour has become pungent, and the acrid vapour is far sourer. Raising my arms from my sides and watching the slime drip from them, I run my hands over the gunk I’ve been stewing in and find no pain. With how strong the gases in his stomach are, there is no doubt that this thick goop is the anaconda’s gastric juices, but… Why aren’t I in any pain?

Looking over my naked body that faintly glows in the dim red light, I see no acid burns, no blemishes, and I feel no stinging or prickle. My body is stiff, sure, but the pain I had imagined I’d feel while being digested is absent.

The folds of flesh around me continue to undulate and secrete a translucent fluid with each movement, squelching and churning in a very erotic sound, one that hasn’t gone unnoticed by my penis. I’m not sure if I’ve been hard since I passed out, or if my cock has been aroused by the sounds echoing around me, but I find myself becoming harder as I recall how the anaconda tongued my ass right before he swallowed me whole.

Grunting and ignoring it once again, I press into either side of the walls and try to understand how I can still be conscious with how little oxygen is in here. I mean, even if some air slipped in while the snake ingested me, with how much I panicked earlier and all these fumes, there is no way I shouldn’t be awake…

Laying perfectly still and trying to make out what’s going on outside my fleshy prison, I hear nothing more than the serpent’s heartbeat and the continuous sounds of his churning gut.

Sighing out for what I hope will be the last time, I slump into the gunk swishing around me and contemplate how this might end for me. If I can breathe inside this abomination, does that mean I’m going to be digested alive? God… I might not have trouble with enduring pain, but I’d sooner try drowning myself in the anaconda’s stomach acids than watch my flesh melt from my bones…

Craning my gaze upwards and manoeuvring my hands overhead, I try to wriggle my fingers into the snake’s cardiac sphincter and get a grip on it. The ring of flesh is a strong, compact muscle that doesn’t budge more than a few millimetres before clenching shut. I find myself fingering the sphincter like a clenched asshole, unable to get a proper grip on the tightening ring. I give up almost instantly and wriggle my arms back into place before flopping into the squelching fluids in defeat.

I have no idea why I am starting to feel so indifferent about this. Shouldn’t I be filled with fear and panic? Anger and devastation? Shouldn’t I be feeling something other than apathetic? I’m so jaded that it almost feels like I’ve accepted that this is my lot in life. The anaconda is clearly stronger, faster, smarter, more agile, and far better in bed than I ever could be, so it almost feels like I have no choice but to accept my place in the food chain.

Is that it? Do I feel so calm because I’ve accepted this is my fate? That I know there is no way out of here. That no matter how many tears I spill, or how desperately I plead, or fight, or scream, nothing will change the fact that I am now snake food. Heh… I guess I really have surrendered after all…

Inhaling deeply and exhaling a rattled breath, my head feels a little funny, and as I taste the caustic fumes upon my tongue, I start to wonder if these gases might be playing a role in how submissive I suddenly feel. They’re obviously keeping me alive, so I wouldn’t put it past the geneticists to have implemented such an ability in this snake…

Closing my eyes and relaxing into the gentle rocking of the anaconda’s stomach, I find myself enjoying the sensation of peristalsis as it rubs my body in rhythmic intervals. The muscles of his stomach ripple in waves, brushing over me in such a way that I feel like a dog being stroked. Although… As I lay here in the thick, honey-like juices, I start to feel a little different than a moment ago. That tingle I felt across my skin since waking up, one I suspected to be the first stages of digestion, it now feels closer to… Arousal?

Looking down at my throbbing penis, I watch as the folds of flesh roll across my stomach and caress my needy cock before rolling along down my legs. Seeing my dick twitch and spit out a glob of pre is more than enough to tell me that no matter how disgusted I am by my own lust, my body is clearly enjoying this, and despite how sensual these walls rub against me, it’s not nearly enough for me to get off.

Breathing out another deep breath, I feel myself become hornier the longer I focus on the sounds, the smells, and all the sensations around me, and before I know it, my pulse has quickened and my breaths deepened until all I can think about is blowing my load. I abruptly lose all control of my inhibitions and grab hold of my penis and start jacking off fervently!

I moan whorishly at finally feeling the proper stimulation I have been craving since before the anaconda swallowed me, bucking my hips into the undulating flesh in tandem with each stroke I make. I don’t care that each time I moan like a depraved slut that I accidently ingest a glob of goop as it drips from the serpent’s walls. In fact, it kinda tastes nice for some reason. The smell definitely translates into the flavour. Its meaty like uncooked steak, fleshy like an uncleaned cock, and acidic like unripe lemons, yet there is a sweet underdone that plays upon my palate and makes me feel warm as I swallow it down.

I soon find myself voluntarily licking these viscous fluids from the squelching walls of the snake’s stomach, swallowing them down as if it was the juiciest liquid I’ve ever tasted in my life. My tongue wriggles into the creases in the serpent’s flesh and I suckle upon his meaty walls as I gulp down the anaconda’s gastric acids in the most depraved manner possible.

Humping into his squelching gut and becoming hypnotised by the pulsing red flesh all around me, my breathe becomes heavier and my moaning louder as I fall completely into my own lust. My efforts are forceful enough that I start to rock the chamber around me and aid in helping the viscous fluids churn and roil inside the snake’s gut.

My toes curl and my penis twitches as my pace increases, and all at once, I reach my climax. My vision flashes white as waves of pleasure crash through me faster than my mind can process them. My skin crawls with goosebumps as my balls pull taut against my taint while rope after rope of white cum shoots from my throbbing cock! The first shot of sperm splatters across my face and into my open mouth, while the second and third hit my chest, and as I watch my dick pulse and ejaculate violently, I see my semen being spat against the snake’s stomach walls and become absorbed into the ever-folding flesh.

I ride out my orgasm just as powerfully as I did when the anaconda raped me. My mind washes over in blinding pleasure, my climax amplified tenfold by the churning stomach kneading my flesh and brushing every inch of my body, and as soon as the last shot leaves my cock, so too am I hit with a sudden exhaustion. What little strength I had falls from me as fatigue takes hold, and as my eyes close on their own, I find myself completely submitting to the gentle caress of the anaconda’s stomach…

------------------------------------------[Degradation]-------------------------------------

Groggily, my eyes struggle to open, and even once I’m able to part my eyelids, I find them to be covered in gunk. I have to physically clean the slime before I can see properly, and even then, everything around me is blurry.

As my vision comes into focus, I find that nothing in this luminescent chamber has changed much. I’m not sure how long I was passed out for, but it feels like hours have gone by. The anaconda’s stomach is still gently kneading my flesh like dough and keeping me feeling sleepy enough that I feel like I could just roll over and return to that dream I was having.

I yawn while wriggling around in the squelching stomach juices and try to focus my thoughts, but as I do, I feel a weird movement scraping underneath me. I blink in surprise as I press my hands into the snake’s stomach walls and look around as I try to figure out what’s happening, and after a moment where I scoop out the gunk clogging my ears, I strain my focus and listen carefully.

With this feeling scraping along the entire underside of my body, I wager that the anaconda must be on the move. His heart isn’t beating as gently as it was before I had passed out, and with how I’m being twisted side to side in an obvious slithering motion, my assumptions are practically confirmed.

As I strain my senses to get a better idea of what might be going on, I jolt in fright as gravity suddenly leaves me when the snake’s body starts to bend! As the anaconda continues to curve towards the left, and the sensation that makes it feel as if I’m about to fall continues, I press my arms out in an attempt to steady myself. It feels like the ground has just left me, and with how the serpent’s stomach is sags, that might just be the case.

As I’m bent sideways as if I’ve been practicing yoga for years, I realise that my body is far more flexible than it’s ever been. Is it because I’ve been continuously kneaded by the snake’s gut that my spine is able to twist like this? With how far backwards I’m being bent, I could probably kiss my feet…

As the anaconda’s stomach acids pool around one side of my body, and I question what’s happening, my contortion and confusion is shorted lived, for the snake’s stomach stretches out for a moment before I’m hit with an even more weightless feeling than before. One that makes me feels like I’m being held in a hammock and gently being lowered to the floor.

As the snake’s coils unfurl and my descent finally come to an end, I’m not entirely sure what’s happening as I sway side to side, but I quickly piece together that the anaconda must have scaled a tree, wrapped himself around a branch, and is now allowing his stomach to hang in the air. Is this more comfortable for him or something? I mean, I’ve seen a few cartoon snakes do this after a meal, so I guess it must be a normal thing… Maybe it helps with digestion? While I’m not certain on the purpose of this new position, I must say that it does feel nice to sway like this, and with my upper body and legs now raised higher than my butt, it really does feel like I’m in a fleshy hammock.

I smile softly and find myself petting the snake’s stomach walls before I understand what it is I’m doing. I pause and blink in surprise as I find myself showing this predator any kind of affection. It’s… Why do I feel so amicable towards the anaconda all of a sudden? I mean… I understand that all of this isn’t his fault. He didn’t ask to be genetically cloned in a lab and stuck in a room all alone. He never asked to be a freak of nature created for what I assume to be the amusement of Jikken Industries. He’s just doing what comes naturally for a predator, and if anything can be garnered by the last gaze he gave me before swallowing me whole, I think the anaconda was actually thanking me for my contribution to his continual survival. I’ll become a part of him after all, and isn’t that comforting in some way?

As if hearing my thoughts, I feel a prodding on my side. It feels like the snake has just nudged his stomach with his snout, and as I press my hand against the area he just poked, I am met with the sensation of what I can vaguely make out as his head. The anaconda affectionately nuzzles my hand for a moment longer before rubbing his face all along my bulging form in one of the most affectionate sensations I have felt in a long time. Something about this just feels so… Right. I close my eyes and embrace the serpent’s loving touch…

------------------------------------------[Attrition]------------------------------------------

My eyes struggle to open even more than the first time I fell asleep. The gunk covering them is much thicker than before, and it kinda reminds me of this one time I got pink eye and couldn’t open my eyes because my eyelashes were crusted together. I start scooping out the tar-like goop which covers my entire body, and as I try to blink away the grogginess, I find my vision to be very blurry and my gaze extremely unfocused.

Yawning and smacking my lips together, I look around the snake’s stomach groggily, and while everything appears to be the same as before, my body definitely feels heavier than before. I’m still reclined in the snake’s gut in a way that it feels like I’m relaxing in a hammock, which is enough to tell me that he is still hanging from a tree, and with how all the slimy liquids pool around my midsection, my legs and upper body are mostly freed from the thick goop. I feel strangely sad to not be fully submerged in his stomach acids. While I realise their very purpose is to kill me, to melt the flesh from my bones, something about being slathered in his juices feels great.

Scooping the viscous liquids pooled around my belly, I start spreading the digestive liquid across my flesh and relish in the slightly tingly feeling they bring me. I’m not so sure if these are even stomach acids or not, I mean, shouldn’t they be burning me? It’s been more than a few hours that I’ve been stewing in them, but then again, I guess nothing about this anaconda is normal.

While the notion of slathering myself in slimy stomach enzymes would normally disgust me, something just feels so good about feeling them cover me that I just don’t care at this point, and I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve accepted my fate and have decided to do whatever feels good at this point, but I smile dumbly while lathering my flesh in the snake’s gastric acids.

As I run my hands over my body, my fingers brush over my cock and I realise that it’s still fully engorged and hungry for attention, and this time, I don’t even hesitate. I may feel incredibly sluggish to the point that moving is becoming difficult, but I submerge my hand under the tepid stomach acids and start wanking. As I moan into the snake’s undulating gut, my motions cause his stomach to sway, sloshing the sticky juices and making the fleshy chamber squelch and churn more noisily.

I cum much faster than before, faster than I ever have in my life. I’m not sure if it’s because my dick has been stimulated while I was asleep, or if it’s from how horny I am, but it’s becoming easier to get off each time I masturbate. My orgasm isn’t nearly as powerful as the first one the snake stole from me, but boy does it send a powerful rush of endorphins through me that I’ve never been able to achieve alone.

I wonder if I’m feeling this way from the stomach acids I’ve ingested? Perhaps the fumes could be having some type of aphrodisiac effect on me? Even after my cock stops shooting cum, I don’t go soft. I feel satisfied, yet still incredibly horny even after having ejaculated for the third time today. Closing my eyes, I nuzzle into the soft flesh of the anaconda’s stomach and wallow in the afterglow as my semen swirls into the liquids around me.

I wonder how long we are going to hang out in this tree? I sure would like to feel the sun beating down on his scales. While I understand that snakes are cold blooded, his flesh lacks the warmth I thought I’d find inside a belly. I mean, his stomach juices are tepid enough to feel good, but I kinda miss the humid heat of the jungle. However, if I’ve been in here for as long as I suspect, the sun has long set by now. I’ve kinda lost my sense of time, but I’m almost certain it must be night at this point.

I wonder if anyone’s realised that I’ve vanished yet? Hell, the scientists were probably watching this whole time, weren’t they? That bay door locked too timely for them to not to have been. Does that mean they were jacking off while I got railed by the anaconda? Are they voraphiles or something? Heh, I wonder how many people I made cum as I slide down into the snake’s stomach… Those horny bastards are probably still hard as they watch me sway from the serpent’s midsection like this…

-----------------------------------------[Deprivation]--------------------------------------

Waking this time is even harder than before; I only do because I realise we are moving again. From what I can wager, the anaconda is currently slithering around the jungle floor, and after a moment where I focus on the feeling of his body twisting and turning as his slithers through the grass, I lay perfectly still as he curls up and forces me to bend into a new position.

I hear what sounds like the anaconda breathing out a sigh, almost as if he were tired from lugging around his stuffed stomach. His heart is beating at a steady rhythm, but far faster than when we had our nap in the tree. I smile and nuzzle into his squelching flesh and chuckle softly. Heh, it kind feels like we’re cuddling with how he’s resting his head on top of his swollen gut.

I close my eyes and enjoy all the sounds echoing around me. The gentle thumping of his heartbeat, the erotic squelching of his churning stomach, and even the soft pace of his breath makes me smile. This experience is so intimate that it feels like I’m starting to know who he is just from the way his body functions. As I become absorbed in discovering the anaconda from the sounds his body makes, I start to realise that his stomach feels warmer than before. I curiously, and very lazily, raise a hand and press it into the undulating flesh above me and indeed find it to be much warmer than the bottom half of his gut.

A crooked smile spreads across my lips as I imagine us curled up on the grass together while the sun pours in from the skylight. Does this mean it’s already the next morning? Did we spend the whole night hanging out in the tree?

Allowing my hand to flop back into the squelching fluids, I find that moving is becoming a major chore, and despite how tough it is to even brush my fingers across his velvety soft insides, I continue to caress the anaconda’s belly from within and smile as I picture how large a bulge I must be making in his gut. I wonder if he heard my thoughts about how I wanted to go lay out in the sun? It seems far too coincidental… Nuzzling my face against the wet walls, I don’t care if he heard me or not, because this is nice regardless.

I can feel the chamber around me slowly becoming warmer by the minute and even the peristalsis is growing a little more active than before. I’m not sure if it’s the juices or the constant kneading of his stomach, but I’m really having trouble moving around. While I felt stiff for the first few hours of being trapped in his belly, my limbs now feel heavy, and this stomach acid around me? It’s still not burning in any way. I mean, it kinda tingles, and I feel a little itchy in certain places, but it otherwise just feels nice. Although… This fluid could be responsible for how groggy I’m feeling, not that I care enough to worry much at this point, so long as I continue feeling good, I don’t care what it does to me.

Relaxing into his warming flesh, I relish in the heat sinking in from outside as it steadily heats up the anaconda’s stomach. The churning and undulating of his gut steadily increases and becomes more forceful until I’m vigorously being sloshed around by the strong muscles; The peristalsis goes from a soothing caress to feeling like I’m lying in a demented massage chair. It almost feels like I’m reclined in a tube shaped jacuzzi made out of meat and filled with slime.

I sigh internally as I swish and rock around the serpent’s stomach, twitching every time his fleshy walls brush across my still painfully erect penis. I’ve been hard for what? Twenty-four hours now? Shit… I’ve never been erect for this long, no wonder it’s so sore.

Reaching down to touch my dick, my body spasms as soon as my fingers wrap around my base and I cum without warning! I scream, half in pain and half in pleasure, and wind up swallowing more of the snake’s stomach acids. I cough through my sudden orgasm, twitching and spluttering as I ride out the unexpected climax.

Damn… That came out of nowhere and hit even harder than the last one. What the hell is this viscous liquid doing to me? How many more times can I ejaculate before I’m utterly spent? As much as I should be questioning many of the problems I face, I just feel so content in this moment where my post-nut glow washes through me and the heat from outside sinks into me that I slump into the gurgling chamber and allow myself to fall into the anaconda’s squelching gut as we bake under the sun…

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Coming to this time is nearly impossible. My eyelids refuse to open no matter how hard I try, and after a long period of failing to open them, even by using my hands, I just give up. Everything feels heavy; Suffocatingly so. I cannot move my any more than flopping my hands or head around. The churning stomach and it’s undulating walls are the only consistent movement I have. The snake’s gut folds me along with its soft flesh, kneading me like a stubborn piece of meat being chewed in a toothless maw, swishing me around in the juices I’ve been stewing in.

Despite it feeling like my bones have been filled with lead, that my mind has turned into uncured jelly, and that all my senses are starting to dull, the constant caress of the anaconda’s fleshy walls have left me feeling abnormally limber; Even my bones feel more flexible than usual, almost as if they could bend like soft plastic. I try to raise my arm and test if it’s as rubbery as it feels, but I just don’t have the strength.

The next thing I notice are the sounds around me. While my ears, nose, and eyes are clogged with viscous slime, I can hear how much more vocal the snake’s stomach has become. It rumbles and groans while churning me around, vibrating through my unresponsive frame and shaking my core. I can’t sense what the anaconda is up to right now, but I don’t think he is moving. Do these sounds imply that I’m finally starting to be digested? I still don’t feel any pain, and I can’t check to see if my skin is burning or if my hair is falling out, but whatever is going on, it feels too euphoric to fight~

While there is no pain assaulting me, a tingly feeling has become more prominent with each time I wake up, and amidst this prickle, there is an itchy type of tickle running across my skin. It almost feels like someone were tracing their fingers over my sunburned skin, but without the pain.

From what I can tell, the anaconda’s stomach hasn’t filled with any more stomach acids than before. There are just enough fluids in here that I’m able to swish around without being at risk of drowning; Not that I can help myself from drinking down these meaty tasting stomach acids. I’m basted in this slime and pushed around his gut as if the snake’s belly were trying to bully me into submission. Heh, doesn’t he know that I’ve already accepted my fate? That there is no need to use violence to make me give in?

I’m struggling to stay awake with how comforting all these feelings are, and as I ride out the angry affections the anaconda’s gut offers me, I nestle into his squelching flesh and hope that this will never end…

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I awake this time with a broken moan that would sound more at home on a zombie than myself. I’m confused about what’s going on, but I quickly understand that I’ve just ejaculated; My cock is twitching weakly and struggling to push out my sperm properly. Heh, wow. All it took was being stimulated by the snake’s fleshy walls in my sleep to be pushed over the edge? While this might have been the weakest ejaculation of my life, it’s no less pleasurable.

Actually, everything feels much weaker now that I notice it. While the serpent’s stomach seems to have calmed down considerably, seemingly having returned to that steady massage from before, I myself feel like a rock that sunk to the bottom of a tar pit. I can’t roll over, I can’t lift my arms, hell, I can’t even shift my head anymore. Yet despite my lethargy, I still feel no pain. My skin tingles and my body feels like I’m sunburned, or perhaps lethargic like when I work out too long.

My senses also seem to have deteriorated pretty badly. I can’t smell at all anymore, and even my hearing is starting to fail me. I can barely make out the gurgling of the snake’s gut; I feel it more than anything at this point. Yet despite my numbing senses, the one that hasn’t failed yet is my sense of touch, in fact, it seems stronger than ever. I wonder if that’s why ejaculating woke me? Everything just feels so good. I wish the stomach would pick back up and massage me as forcefully as it did before, but having a moment to stew in his juices is nice too…

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I don’t so much as wake up this time as I understand that I’m struggling to draw in air. My lungs feel just as heavy as my body, and while nothing has felt normal since the anaconda’s eyes locked upon mine, I feel very detached from myself in this moment. While I can still feel every brush the snake’s stomach makes against me, certain parts of my body feel like they’re no longer there.

Where I could once feel the serpent’s squelching liquids cling to my fingers, I can’t sense them at all, and where I could feel the snake’s squishy gut tickling my toes like a dog licking them, they too seem to have vanished from me. In fact, I have a sinking feeling that they have broken off and have been churned into the chyme I’m stewing in.

My mind is so foggy that I can hardly concentrate on a single thought, but I do understand that my eyes are currently open, or rather, that my eyelids have dissolved into the snake’s stomach acids that are now working on melting my eyes from their sockets.

The reason behind my struggle to breath is becoming very clear now as I’m able to acknowledge that I no longer have lips to keep my mouth closed. I can feel my teeth brushing against the anaconda’s fleshy stomach as peristalsis continues to break me apart piece by piece. Slop, chyme, gunk, and parts of who I used to be are now flowing freely down my throat and working on dissolving me from the inside out, and as I had once relished in the flavour, I’m not sure I even have much of a tongue left to appreciate how I taste.

The one good thing about my eyelids having dissolve from my face is that I’m able to make out a few things in the snake’s stomach. My vision is so blurred that it feels like I need glasses to see, but I can still make out the glowing red flesh and slime squelching around me. It’s a little difficult to distinguish what is part of the anaconda’s stomach, and what is my corroded flesh and swirling blood, but I’m very happy to be granted this last moment to admire the snake’s powerful insides.

My one regret in this moment is that I can’t seem to feel my penis, and knowing what I do now, it has probably been torn from my body and melted down into the chyme my I’m becoming. I have become nothing but nutrients for the anaconda after all, and soon there won’t be anything left of me but a skeleton stewing in a gory soup made up of chunks of meat and who I used to be, torn organs and broken dreams, and flesh and bone that had once belonged to something resembling a human being…

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Darkness… I can only faintly make out a few distinguishable sensations in this nothingness I find myself floating in. I can’t see it because my eyes have since dissolved into soup, but I can feel that all my flesh has melted from my body. My muscles have been broken down into proteins by powerful enzymes of the snake and my bones stripped clean of who I used to in order to feed him.

My lungs are barely moving at this point, in fact, I’m surprised I’m even alive at all with how slow my chest rises and falls; There is likely very little separating my lungs from the chyme that I’m becoming. I’ve always been a fighter, and despite having surrendered to the anaconda, my body is unwilling to just give in without a fight. Heh, not that he minds, I’m sure the snake is more than happy enough to tear me down while I hold on to what little remnants of life I have.

I can’t see it, but I can almost feel that the only thing left untouched are my most vital of organs. I can feel the sloppy liquids in the serpent’s gut are currently pulling my intestines free from my body, that my heart is swimming in a pool of digestive juices, and that my stomach is bloated with the serpent’s gastric acids.

Everything is heavy, surrounded by viscous liquids, and slowly being melted down into food for the snake. I can almost feel the enzymes leaking into my skull and seeping into my brain. They are going to melt my mind into meaty soup and steal me form this world completely, churn me down into chyme to fuel the anaconda, and give my life purpose beyond death.

Soon we will become one. The person I used to be is slowly becoming forgotten as I melt inside the anaconda’s coils, becoming another inch to add upon his impressive length, to deepen the gleam of his scales, sharpening the glint in his eyes, and fuel him to have the power to strike the next person lucky enough to enter his habitat.

I know that when I next lose consciousness, it will be for the last time, and even though there were many things I still want to do in this world, it finally feels like my life has meaning in this very moment. The existence I lived that I had once thought empty and wanting now feels so important as I dissolve into the snake’s stomach juices. Perhaps the very reason I was born into this world was to become food for the anaconda? Every moment in my life has led me to this very important task of becoming food for him.

Whether this is the truth of just what I chose to believe, nothing can take away how happy I feel as I slowly melt into chyme, churn into broken bones and clumps of flesh, and dissolve in his stomach acids. There is nowhere in the world that I would rather be than right here inside of my snake as he slowly burns the flesh from my bones…

I hope that my body will be enough to make him stronger, that he will become even more virile for the next man they send in here, that maybe he too will understand the important role we must play so that this magnificent serpent can continue to become more powerful.

As I feel my final breath leaving my spent body, and as the acids in my brain start to eat away at my memories, I fall completely limp in the snake’s churning gut, and as I melt into chyme, dissolve into nutrients, and disappear from the world completely, the only thing I’m able to think is that I am so happy to be allowed to die inside such a magnificent anaconda; That my life couldn’t be more complete now that I am going to become a part of him…

~THE END~