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The door opened, and a figure stepped in. A man, at least in his 30's; Black hair and a professional hair cut to match his expensive suit. Another work day, finally over.

"Alrighty Nick, how stressed do ya look today?" he talked to himself in the mirror of his entry room. He scratched his goatee, wondering if things would ever change. A dead-end office job, he was gone practically all day, 5 days a week, and, the couple days he did have, he only spent sleeping. Recently, Nick had been through a divorce. The kind where you lose everything. His ex purposely left him the house. It was because she knew that he couldn't afford it. All that, and he had to pay child support for hi two kids. Those were the only things that mattered to him now.

He stepped into his living room, staring at the few portraits that he had of them. He sighed as a single tear fell from his face. Nick was tempted to start drinking again. After all, what exactly did he have to live for now? But, he knew that would just cause more stress in the future. He sat in the only recliner he had, and started to survey the empty room. The deep blue wall glistened from the lamp that was lighting that only thing that was close to a "center piece". A terrarium that held the only company had now. He chuckled, considering the python an actual friend. Nick stuck his elbow on the arm of the chair. He balled his hand into a fist, and relaxed his head on it.

He then thought that he might as well take a shower. Considering that tomorrow would just be another day at the office, he thought he might as well get clean while he's still awake. He got up after a few minutes, and walked towards the right, towards the kitchen. He walked down the island style room and turned to face the fridge. It was old, yellow, but all the man could afford. He looked at the calendar, and saw the capital letters "FT" marked for July 12th, today. Like before, he sighed. He knew that all this meant was more work for him. He opened the freezer, and took a zip-lock bag containing what looked to be a grey blob. He took the bag and placed it on the counter. Then, he took a good size glass bowl and filled it with hot water. Not too hot, that would burn Stretch's insides. He vaguely remembered what happened to the last one. He shuddered, and then went back to his work. The grey blob toppled out of the bag. When it came out of the condensing bag, it revealed itself, as being nothing more than a dead mouse. It sank to the bottom, and began to thaw.

Nick walked back out of the kitchen. He walked to the terrarium, and even past it. To the left of it, was a door, and Nick walked inside of it. The room was painted white, his bed in the far left corner. Next to the bed, was a regularly shaped and sized window. And to the right was a large pine wood dresser. He turned on the light, revealing the yellow tint on the walls. He remembered his ex-wife, again. She smoked, boy did she smoke, he thought. Another argument was caused by this. He wanted the pathetic memories to stop. He gathered clothes for his shower. Blue/Green boxers, black sweat pants, a grey t-shirt, and a pair of traditional white socks. Nick planned to relax tonight.

He walked out of his room, and turned his attention to the snake. The snake was hissing through the glass.

"Oh, shut up! It's coming!" He looked into the beady, black eyes of the Reticulated Python. The snake was like any other of its kind. Large, 20ft at least. He laughed a little as he watched the yellow and brown scales squirm. It was the only thing he had control of now. He tossed his clothes on the carpeted purple floor. He traveled back to the kitchen.

He put both hands on the granite counter, and lifted his head. He looked outside the window. The calm wind blew the few, small trees outside. A warm wind, he assumed. The street lights turned on then. The night had just kicked off. And Nick was gonna stay home.

He looked down at the bowl. He slowly reached in and snatched the rodent. That was fast, he thought. The mouse was unthawed. He shrugged, ignoring the details. Nick put his hand under the carcass. He didn't want to clean up another mess.

As he walked towards the terrarium, the mouse dripped water from its pointed nose, as expected. He bent down on his knees and pushed the lid up with his nose. The snake almost immediately responded to the noise. It jolted it's somewhat coiled body towards its prey. Nick lifted both hands, and put the mouse inside. He quickly ran into the kitchen to wash his hands.

The man spent at least 5 minutes washing them. From his wrists, to his fingertips, he wanted everything to be sparkling clean. Once he was done, he ran back to the terrarium, saw the mouse spasm within the coiled body of the snake, grabbed his clothes, ran to the right of the terrarium, and walked through the door.

The bathroom, unlike the rest of the house, wasn't painted. The room had wallpaper in the patter of bamboo across the walls. The ill matched white tiling on the floor was Nicks focus. After putting his clothes on the counter, He stared down at the floor, wondering why he was so skittish around the snake. As if he was afraid. He guessed he was, but only just a little. His eyes widened suddenly, "Those memories" his hands held the top of his head. He wasn't talking about his wife either. Nick's childhood wasn't the greatest. Filled with abuse from his father, the cries of his mom and himself filled his head. The pin hit like bullets and soon he was on the ground. In the fetile position, no less. He had to get over himself. When he came back to reality, he stood up and wiped even more tears off his face. "That part of my life is over now" he reassured himself.

Then he striped himself naked, letting the clothes just lay on the floor. He prepared himself for his shower. He questioned the physique in front of him. "God, I need to work out." he said to himself. He went over to the tub and pushed the curtains aside. He bent over, and turned the faucet to the tub on, and he let it run until it got warm. Once it was at his precise temperature, he pulled the pin that was affixed to most tub/shower combos. The faucet lurched, and the shower head started to spew out water.

Nick stepped in. And while he was washing his hair, he thought. He thought how his life was so horrible, so shitty. How could anyone have it better than him? Nick was on the brink of suicide, again. The last time he was this bad, he was a teen. The pressures of all sides were getting to him then. Just like how they're getting to him now. But this time, he knew that it wouldn't solve anything. Actually, it would probably make everyone happy, with him gone. He wasn't noticed at work. Not that he even wanted to be. He was just described as the "recently divorced" one. People would ask if there was anything was wrong, if he needed help in anyway. Nick would just lie to get them off his back. We wanted for people to stay out of his business. And killing himself might just do that.

He was done washing his hair then. He was alone, in the bathroom, in the shower. He thought of the perfect, fuckable girl. He didn't care for personality; he just wanted sex from her. He started his almost daily ritual, by stroking his own cock. Some of these women, celebs, while most were just pure imagination. But, he didn't care; He just wanted to relieve himself of some of this stress. He sighed after it was done, the water still running across his back. These women that he thought of, he knew they were just dreams, fantasies even. They wouldn't be real, he'd be forever alone.

He turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. He wiped the water off his eyes and blinked once or twice before starting to search for a towel. Oh shit, he thought. He'd forgotten one; He walked over to the cabinet that was under the sink, nearly tripping over Stretch. Opening the cabinet - wait, what!? He looked down to see the snake observing its new surroundings.

"Now, how the hell did you get out?" He asked. The snake turned towards him, as if understanding Nick's words. He knelt down to pick up the python. The python snapped. Something in its brain told it that this was the time. Stretch lunged at Nick, knocking his body to the ground. Nick felt fangs sink into his right shoulder. Fangs? These pythons, or any pythons for that matter, weren't known to have fangs. Something wasn't right. But, Nick couldn't think now. He was too busy gritting his teeth in pain. He felt the snake suck the blood, the life, out of Nick. The snake returned the favor by giving Nick some of its blood. Yes, the snake was literally sucking the blood out of Nick's veins.

This had to be a dream. Did this snake take a bath in toxic waste or something!? Nick began to feel light-headed. Maybe he would wake up soon. No, he was gonna die from a supernatural snake bite. What a way to go.

After lying of the floor for what seemed like forever, Nick felt the snake finally let go. It lazily fell from his body, and Nick was starting to sweat heavy. He peered at the two holes on his shoulder. He squinted his eyes to improve his blurry vision. He saw the snake, whom was spasming all over the floor. The snake seemed dead almost.

In an instant the symptoms stopped. The sweat stopped. His vision, clear. But all was not well. A sudden pain erupted from his back. Venom, he thought, it must be the imaginary venom. He moaned in pain. Though, he still thought it would be over soon. But, his assumptions were far from right. He sat up, starting to rub his back. What he found made his eyes widen, and his body shudder. Smooth, but hard skin. Whatever it was, it wasn't human. The smoothness was uncanny. Scales, unbelievable, yes. But, the way his day's been going, he somehow DID believe that's what they were. The scales spread, making his back have a sort of blue aura.

His chest grew smooth as well. A sort of beige tint was what it had. Soon, his nipples faded, they're the same as his changing skin now. He fell on his back again, letting whatever this was take over him. He'd take anything. After all this was sort of like death anyway. No, it wasn't. He was being reborn. And, he figured that he might as well embrace it. After this, he'd go off the map, living his new life. Whatever that life would be.

His back was completely covered in his alien-like scales now. Patterns like the ones on Stretch's were there. Nick would soon see them soon, but not now. He looked up at the ceiling. His eyes, no, his pupils, widened. Turning his eyes completely black. His neck bones widened, expanding his neck. Soon, his neck was the same width as the rest of his body.

The scales attacked his arms. They spread faster than the ones on his back, covering both of his arms in mere seconds. They slowed down as it reached his wrists, making intricate, pale blue scales across his palms. His fingers even grew a little, but not enough to cause pain. Once pink, human nails, shifted. They grew a bold black, and grew a couple inches, sharpening at the ends.

Nick looked to see if Stretch was truly dead. He watched in awe as Stretch began his very own changes. The snakes head grew larger as his body tried its best to catch up. His rib cage and spine grew shoulder blades. And, as the popped into place, bones tore through Stretch's skin. The bones were quickly overlapped by muscle fiber, nerve endings, and all the essential things for human arms. The scaly skin, wrapped around the developing arms. Then, muscles expanded around the arm. Stretch's arms were... quite muscular compared to Nick's. The stub that was his hand soon formed fingers that even had the dexterity of a human. He hissed in pleasure, his plan finally came into focus.

A slit opened up in his mid-section, and Stretch's twin rods came out. They were held together by a thin membrane of webbing. The package was a good seven inches. Stretch wanted to play with his new toys. But, he wanted Nick to enjoy them more. Stretch wanted to please his master to the best of his ability. That's why he transformed the both of them. Stretch knew that Nick was in need of a mate. And he thought, no, he knew that he fit the bill.

"Oh Yesss!" Were his first words. Nick looked at him in shock. Stretch looked at his fiery red package, and then slithered over to Nick, and started to caress his face. "Oncce the pain is over. Out pleasssure shall begin."

"So, you did this to me! What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Nick couldn't talk for long, his hair started to fall. The scales from his back were starting to wrap around his face. Nick's nose sank into his face. It soon became a couple of slits on his face. From those slits down, his face protruded forward. He soon formed a small, wide muzzle. Just the kind that Stretch loved. The inside of Nick's mouth began its course. His canines extended and curved. Forming his very own pair of fangs. His tongue extended and thinned. Becoming forked at the end. His flicked out his tongue, smelling the lust coming from Stretch.

Unlike Stretch's, Nick's rib cage lengthened, making his body appear more lean and round. Small ripples on his chest grew more defined. The ripples extended, covering his stomach. His belly button soon disappeared. And, Nick's balls went inside of his body. His pulsating human cock still remained.

Nick had no idea why he was getting so aroused. He wasn't gay, he never was gay. But, something in his mind changed. Thoughts entered his head, images about him, and Stretch, raced across his mind. His attention lowered to Stretch's hemipenis. He couldn't help but strive for them.

Stretch stared at Nick's legs impatiently, "ugh, how long do I have to wait!?"

Nick then felt a weird sensation coming from his lower body. His cock was growing a multitude of inches. Soon, it would divide. The skin broke, revealing just the muscle. Nick somehow moaned in pleasured. He kept continually staring at Stretch's cocks. He was horny for Stretch. Nicks legs suddenly slapped together. They were starting to fuse. The same ridges that were on his chest were forming on his fusing legs. His feet an toes were getting swallowed up, making his legs look like a blob. The bottom of his legs were hardening. They were forming the same sea blue scales the rest of his back had.

He started having pain in his spine. New ribs were forming for each individual vertebra. All the bones in his legs were fusing at a drastic rate. The pain was extreme, and his partner tried his best to comfort him.

"Sssoon Nick," He said while massaging the forming tail, "It's alright, I promisse you." His spine snapped into place, and then it proceeded to grow their own ribs.

Nick's penis split in two. He now had his own, sexy hemipenis. The transformation was over. His tail continued to grow. But, that didn't come with any pain. Nick flipped over, and pushed his body up, his arms being used as support. He rose to his normal height. He turned around, and saw Stretch right in front of his face. He looked down his body, seeing that his scales were mostly blue, with an exquisite pattern of green. Somehow, he loved his new body. He looked up, back at Stretch, admiring him. Stretch came up to Nick's level. The came closer to each other, until there muzzles were just about to touch.

"All I can ssay, is thank you. Sssomehow, I'm glade thiss happened." Nick was still getting used to his new voice. Stretch even noticed that he struggled on few words. But that didn't matter, they were finally together.

"Oh, I knew you would. But, how about we sstop talking" Stretch got straight down to business; quickly locking a kiss with Nick. Nick tried his best to repay the favor. Their tongues tangled. And soon, the kiss was down. They took off slowly, savoring every moment.

"Let'ss sstart playing dirty, shall we?" Nick didn't get the chance to answer Stretch's question. Stretch sunk down to Nick's hemipenis, and he flicked out his tongue.

"Mmm, nicce and fresh, perfect!" He dove into it at what felt like light speed. Somehow, the just transformed snake was sucking like a pro; even with two cocks jammed in his mouth. He stroked them with his tongue. He knew just the right parts to lick. The sensitive bumps and indents. He had this down! And Nick loved every second of it.

Nick put his hands on Stretch's head. His hands, pushed into Stretch's scaled head in pure lust. Pre seeped into Stretch's throat. He sucked it down like sucked sweet honey. The cum, had a rather salty test to it. It was only pre though, and that just wouldn't do

Nick played right along with his new mate. Slowly but surely, he made small humps into Stretch's face.

Stretch went along, bobbing his head up and down. Nick was a loud one apparently. He always hissed in pleasure when the other Naga would hit a sweet spot. And when Stretch did find these sweet spots, he found out he would get insane humps to the face. He was overjoyed just by pleasing his master, and the attention back was just icing on the cake. "Oh! Oh, sssweet jesusss!" Nick let out a gasping moan, and started to unleash his load all over Stretch's mouth. He nearly choked on all that cum. But, only a few drops let loose from his mouth. After licking his lips clean, he took his mouth off of Nick's cocks. He looked up to see if he truly did make his master proud. What he saw made him proud of himself. His master WAS truly satisfied. So much that his jaw unhinged just for his mate. His head was hung back, it almost look as if he was dead. He did well, Stretch did well. Nick's jaw popped back into place. And he looked down at his new mate. Yes, mate. Nick had finally confirmed him as one. He couldn't pick a better word to describe Stretch. First, he took away his humanity, giving him a 2nd chance at a new life. The he gave him the best night of his new life. Nick looked down at Stretch's load. It was mixed within their coiled bodies. Nick slithered down to get all he could, and he realized why Stretch drank so much. The salty taste hit his pallet, and he embraced every taste he got. "You know," Nick broke the silence. They both rose to each other as if to congratulate one another. "This has to be the most exhilarating moment of my life." He fell into Stretch's arms. Nick sighed before he started back again, "We can't stay her for long though. Besides, how'd you get THAT good anyway?" "Oh, that'ss simple you ssee. I learned for your passt mate" He gave Nick a wicked smirk as he said this. "How about we forget that bitch. Or, better yet, why don't we pay her a little vissit." He looked at Nick for a response, what he got was more than he bargained for. A passionate kiss hit Stretch's lips, and they both eased into it for a good 5 minutes. They unlocked themselves, and Nick answered, "God damn your one with ideass! And good oness to!" Nick quickly slithered out the door and left Stretch there in awe. "Hey, where the hell are ya going!? Can't you wait up!?" Stretch went to follow Nick. The house, empty, dark, abandoned now. The ear-piercing quietness was all that was left now.