The more Jeff came down from her orgasm, the more frightened she became -- mostly of how easily the snake overcame her, redefined her. Even as the effects started to wear off, as she-- no, he regained control of himself, he still could see from the snake's eyes. Feel his wet cum slowly leaking out of his snake mouth. This was too much. He didn't want this. He knew he needed to undo the change as soon as possible.
But even so, that orgasm was amazing. The best he'd ever had. And he wanted it again, he couldn't just give that up. But it wasn't worth losing himself to the mind of the snake. Jeff sat on his chair, idly stroking his snake dick. At the same time, idly being stroked, wrapping around his own arm.
Then, it came to him: He could get exactly what he wanted. All he had to do was surrender full control of his new penis to another completely separate mind, then he would be free from any outside influences. His mind would be his own, he'd still get to be a human guy, and he'd get to keep his penis as a snake! Jeff quickly typed the new change into the device. His fingers flew across his keyboard, and just as quickly hit the confirm button once more.
Unfortunately for Jeff, the hasty instructions he had written were not clear enough, and the Chronivac had interpreted them terribly wrong.
When Jeff awoke next, he was confused. He didn't remember anything after hitting the button, and had not expected to go unconscious. He opened his eyes, and only saw darkness. He was lying down, somewhere soft. He tried to get up, but found he couldn't. In fact, it felt like he could still feel the snake, and that was the only part of him awake now. What was going on?
Jeff soon found out. He felt the ground shifting underneath him. The lights came on, and Jeff was indeed looking out of the snake's eyes, feeling its feelings. He swiveled around, and saw a giant face (almost like his, but not quite the same). He realized the horrible truth: He was now only the snake!
In his horror, Jeff tried to scream. But all that came out of his mouth was a hiss. "Woah there, someone's squirrely this morning. We'd better take care of that." said the man, wrapping his hands around Jeff's scaly body, rubbing and petting him. Jeff writhed around, attempting to escape the man's grasp. But he couldn't, especially not when he was still attached to the man's body.
As the man got up from his bed and Jeff started to hang loose, he realized the abject reality of the situation: He was someone else's snake dick, and there wasn't anything he could do about it.