I hate him, when he does shit like that.
Why would he do that? Why?
Couldn’t he follow through with a hobby for once?

If he could pinpoint something he could’t stand, from his boyfriend, Lance would pick his constant waste of money on things he wouldn’t use.
He had pretty much all retroconsoles in the world. He played on emulators on his phone.
He had taken up piano, guitar and hornpipe, in that order. At most, he could play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
And so on.

But when he brought an enormous snake tank in their bedroom, Lance couldn’t take it anymore. It was the last straw. It was big. Oh, so big. So big, in fact, that each time they were in bed, maybe having some fun, he, from the height of his 6’3, would constantly be afraid of knocking it over with his feet, making an abominable mess of glass shards, one he’d made him lap up with his tongue.

Fortunately, he never followed through with his reptilian plans.
Fortunately, for the unlucky snake he’d have brought there to suffer.

He’d confronted him about it. I swear tomorrow I’ll go to the pet shop, he heard Jude say, countless times. Don’t you like the atmosphere it gives to the room?

No, you bonehead! It’s as big as a fucking spaceship, impossible to clean and fragile as fuck! I could fucking live in it! It’s a testament to your failure at having an attention span of more than five seconds! LIKE RIGHT NOW, YOU’RE BURNING OUR DINNER!


And then they’d make out. But that’s just a detail.


But the living in it part… let’s say kinda stuck to Lance sometimes. In… a more unexpected way. His biotech degree wouldn’t give him many conversation starters, but it’d make him dream on.


And one day, his brilliant colleagues from Lab 7 (the most hated of all from the Lab 3 technicians) came up with HERP-7 (Human Erpetologic Restructuring Project) microrobots. Essentially, nanites. That could rewite the entire anatomy and physiology of a human to match that of a reptile. Mainly snakes. And it could even bring the poor transformed soul back.

Was it a waste of public funding? Possibly, but even Lance couldn’t deny it sounded cool. Losing himself in the body of a cold, scaly beast. So… liberating, shedding any and all humanity to become something else, something that didn’t have human senses, or human sensibility, for that matter. And then, going back.

Who could casually drop in at a dinner party saying that he had been a snake for a couple of days?
It didn’t sound that socially acceptable when he said it out loud, but still.

And he had the keys to Lab 7.

And Jude was going to be away, next weekend. Another conference he’d attend, and then be totally obsessed with for the next month.

He could, just maybe, pull a little prank on him.



Groceries should last all weekend, and I left you spicy chicken wings ready to be roasted in the oven. Love you! ^w^

His handwriting was all curvy and jittery, he was so excited to go on this “Fortran as a web framework: bringing the past in our future?” conference.

Oh well, Lance thought. I sure have other plans for the weekend. Even more primitive than his.


He put the tray back in the fridge. Raw chicken sounded quite fitting for a carpet python. And then proceeded to indulge on chips for the rest of his Saturday.

Sunday evening, he was ready to go.
Two vials in his hands, filled with some metallic liquid, almost mercury-like. One for each leg. They couldn’t have made this any less erotic, couldn’t they?
A slow, creeping transformation from his legs to his head. He couldn’t ask for anything more.

Despite the thickness of the needles, Lance barely felt them, when he pressed down on the syringe, releasing the nanites in his bloodstream.
He’d have to be as still as possible, laying on the bed, legs and arma pressed on his body, for the next hour. Not that he’d want to move.

At first, it seemed like nothing had happened, only noticing a warm sensation radiating down from the injection site to his feet.
He was almost getting bored. He would’ve been scared of it not working, but he had seen too many testers to believe he had stolen a fluke. They might have been jerks full of themselves, but they had to uphold a standard of quality-

His thoughts were interrupted by a sensation he never thought possible. Every one of his toes, seemingly, was losing solidity, becoming pleasantly numb. His bones were restrucuring, leaving small climps of flesh behind that were rapidly being absorbed onto his feet.

It had started.

As he continued, he could feel his skin almost melting, in between his legs, while another layer of hard, scaly, white tissue was spreading over there. Clever, and efficient.

His bones, underneath, were undergoing apoptosis, the concept of moving his legs independently collapsing on itself, flattening, creating the front of his big, lenghtening, shiny snake body.
And then, his spine started to lenghten, and lenghten. First just a small nub, prodding hus mattress, then more, and more, until it had become a full-fledged limb. A tail. His tail. He officially graduated from the status of “human”.

He pulled up his pseudolegs, using whatever bone and musuclar tissue was still left, over the fast-growing appendage. But they were weaking, more and more… until they fell on the lenghty tail, and promptly started to merge with it
Lance could notice that, underneath the fusing mass of legs and tail, he was developing greenish patches, fusing together forming the beginning of his luscious scales, useful to make himself invisible under the Australian sky.
Then, his pelvis started to lose consistency, as the nanites made their way up his body. It was narrowing, more snd more, and moving upwards, as if he was pulling all of the muscles in his booty and hips.
His genitals, that had been very enticed by this whole process, as they slowly made their way inside his body, reshaping.
Lance’s eyes were then mesmerized, fixing on the very tip of his tail, as it grew pointier and pointier. Had anyone been there to watch it, Lance would’ve been over 7 feet by now, looking pretty much like a naga, but constantly narrowing.
Still amazed by his appendage, swinging ever so slightly from side to side, he started tocrealize that he should’ve been moving towards the tank. And then, he remembered that every test subject was specifically instructed not to move during the change.

Oh well, what was the worst that could happen? Apart from horribly messing up his transforming body, that is.

He pulled on every muscle in his back, still trying not to move his arms. Having gotten to the edge of the bed, he realized that, unless he’d like to have his snake face to look completely flat, he’d have to put them forward.

Lance leapt over…
And promptly realized his arms were now attached to his body.
Uh oh.
The top of his head narrowly caressed the floor. His tail had latched onto the mattress, holding him.
Lance was relieved he still had a face.
And then, he realized that he had unlocked a more fitting type of movement.

He started to slither down his bed.

His senses were overpowered. Having his whole body, just acting as a long limb, unlocking a primordial connection with the Earth, being no different from the millions of beasts that shrouded themselves in lush forests… made his body twitch in pleasure.
He had no care in the world, not having to think about it. He was a snake, he wasn’t supposed to.

But seeing a snake on the side of his bed would’ve been easily enough to kill his dumb boyfriend, he realized. And so, he started moving towards the terrarium.

His ventral scales now spanned from his tail, now a complete, normal sized snake tail, to his torso, where an observer would’ve still recognized a human origin, albeit faintly, and narrowing by the minute. His changing reptilian muscles allowed him to slither without too much effort, but were still weakened by the ongoing transformation. Reaching the tank wasn’t immediate, for him, as, when he started pulling up to the tank the scales had spread to his neck, under the tag identifying him as Lance, not to make him end up in an animal control tank at the hands of poor Jude.
Moving over, and then under the edge of the glass, changes seemingly accelerated for Lance, as, when he reached the terrarium ground, he was a full snake from his stomach down, and only his face was completely human. His arms, by now, had completely migrated to his back, where they were being reabsorbed and gaining shiny greenish-black scales.
Having fully got his body in the tank, Lance reached up to the screen cover, laying oblique over the top of the tank to allow him in, and bit down on it, fitting it over the edge and locking him in the tank.

And then, he started to wait, alone with his thoughts. Thoughts that were piling up, as he hadn’t yet the mental aspects of his transformation. Were there any? The subjects seemed so docile… almost as if they were still human in there. Their cerebral cortex surely wasn’t, but still.
What’s that? Oh right, the chicken wings. He would’ve been hungry after the transformation. They’re covered in dirt though… well, it doesn’t matter to a snake, does it? He turned around. Was the tag still on? Yes it was. He wondered what was that for, and what were the black things on it. Food?. And why he started to feel his head pulling. What’s that? Tiny little wires falling down from his head. Almost like rats’ tails. His vision was changing. Why world was moving? He almost complete snake, thought. He move from under soft thingies. He licked soft thingies. Not good, no eat. He- Lick again. Found thing. Soft thing, eat thing. Opened hole, swallowed thing. Good. Eat good. Eat. More. Eat. Noise? No. Evil? No, comfy. Good. Now. Move, go warm. Sleep.



A tired, but still jittery Jude was totally planning in his mind to collapse on the bed. He was picturing laying down, maybe sleeping but probably not being able to as he walked down the corridor. He was eager to lay down on his soft pillow, probably with his boyfriend next to him. Even if this didn’t turn out to be true, he didn’t give much thought to the evident Lance deficiency in their bed, as he’d found him randomly napping in the weirdest of places. He’d unwind a bit from the car ride, and then go wake him up from either the toilet, the kitchen table or the sofa.

Let’s say his unwinding didn’t last, as Jude had a momentary lapse in his higher cognitive functions, and only realized that yes, it really was a bigass snake hissing at him that had prompted him to speed out of his own bedroom, while screaming, crying and pounding on his own front door.
It took him a whole hour to go back in there. Armed with a rolling pin, he opened the bedroom door slightly. No snake in sight, he opened it a bit more… and almost fell over, finding himself in front of the tank, where a now-not-startled-from-the-loud-noises-made-by-Jude’s-suitcase’s-wheels was looking at him curiously.

Big thing. Friendly?

His herpetology hobby, for a moment, came flooding at him. And then, his fear for snakes. He stood there, froze in between these two states, for a whole fifteen minutes, before he slowly started lifting the screen cover, under which a now-uninterested carpet python laid. Jude was left speechless, regal beast now under his eyes.
Eight feet of reptilian finery, perfectly healthy, not too fat nor too thin.
And then, he noticed the plastic thing around its neck.
He gathered all his forces, and started to pull it out, while passing a finger on the python’s head.
He started to read it.
Now it’s not useless anymore. Told you I could live in it.


Big thing. Strange vibration out of it.
A rogue synapse fired then, in the otherwise fully reptilian brain.
Jude big thing. Love big thing. But so dumb.




If he could pinpoint something he really loved, about his boyfriend, Jude would pick watching him sleep. Even if it was at the kitchen table, like right now, just after he’d came home from work. He’d stare at him for a while. Maybe pet his hair slightly, or kiss him softly on the forehead. He probably was going to, come to think of it. His sunglasses will get in the way, Jude though. Poor Lance. Three days, and he still had snake eyes.

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Hello there~ decided to try something different this time. Don't worry, I'll write pure, harsh bdsm tf stories again, just wanted to lighten up the mood! Almost like aftercare haha. I had a lot of fun writing this!