You move over to the Naga, looking for anything to get him out. Checking on the wall for buttons, levers, any input you can have to free him. Finding a crank that’s partially jammed, made of stone, yet no match for your new muscles. Turned, almost snapping off its support as the bars return to the ceiling, and the former adventurer slithers out of the cell. Immediately wrapping around you, putting you where you belong. The venom acting up again, escalating the sensation of his scales against your skin. Making it feel divine, enticing, and forcing you to surrender yourself once more.
“Now, we sssshall continue.”
“Yes. Of course we will.”
Your reply is immediate. The poison fully in your system now, and removing any hope of avoiding this fate. You are his, you are the masters, and you are so pent up. The toxins working overtime in your plump balls, heavy sac overstuffed, and needing relief. Anything could set it off, give you that release you so desperately need. Yet you’re just on edge, even as your dick bobs against your fellows scales. Even as it is softly rubbing against his coiling tail.
“But, you did try to leave. Didn’t you?”
“I did.”
“Then, you dessserve ssssome punissshment.”
“I do. Punish me.”
This must be the punishment this Naga has in mind. To be on edge until he decides otherwise. To be teased and taunted as he makes you into another servant of your master. The green scaled Python continuing to encoil you. Repositioning his cloaca against your cock, the firm rod already fully out. Dwarfing your own member, sandwiching it against his own meat and your flat stomach. Coil tightening to provide maximum pressure to the both of you. Loosening when you’re as restricted as you can be, then tightening once more with no warning given.
“Aah.”
You let out a weak moan, that would have sent you over the edge. But all your cock does is dribble more pre on your own stomach.
“We need to get your ssssseed out. Why don’t you cum, human?”
The snake laughs, patting the top of your head as if to encourage you to do the impossible. He continues to tighten and loosen, to simultaneously pleasure and torment you. You’ve already surrendered everything to him, and are now just enduring this punishment and test. You shouldn’t have tried to run, you should have obeyed and stayed still. You know that now. You won’t ever forget that.
As the lesson sinks in, your cock spills out your human spunk. Covering both his dick, and your torso. Warm, wet, and sticky. Your reward for obedience a wonderful release, that has you looking up starry eyed at the Naga.
“Good human, good. You will be loyal, obedient, and will sssserve like I do.”
“Yes. Of course I will! Anything for him!”
“Good, good. But. I do not think your punissshment is over. No. Not ssso easssily.”
He unwraps you. Dropping you onto the hard stone ground, and into a pile of your own spunk. Slithering back behind you, arms grabbing onto your hips. Lifting you up. Positioning you once more against his strong chest. Adjusted your ass down to his cock, it now coated in a mix of your own cum and the masters. Lubricated to the extreme, as big as your fist, and stretching your insides as you're pushed down onto it. His cock locked onto your ass, your torso held against his chest, and your head resting against his neck. The Naga moving down the hallways, while keeping you in his tight grip. The bumps in the road translating into small thrusts into your ass. Filling you up as your stomach starts to bloat.
“You will enjoy the punisshment. Trussst me.”
Your stomach continues to push out as his dick digs into your rear. Fattening you up with each thrust. Going from flat stomach to small gut to full beer belly. Your pecs getting a similar treatment. Small and flat to fat filled moobs that bounce above your heavy gut. Your body starting to age as it gets might behind the fat. Cementing that dad bod figure as your hair turns grey and beard starts to grow. Thankfully your arm retains that strong veteran form. And your legs start to match. Supporting your new fat and old self, as the Pythons grip only tightens to support the weight.
You look at your new friends arms. Seeing how they balloon with might to hold onto your fat self. Good lad, nice to see the young helping the old. Especially with what they really need. You wiggling your ass, and getting treated to the Naga digging in even deeper. His slithering slowed for brief moments to thrust deeper inside. Wanting to blow his load into you as much as you want to be filled by it.
Eventually he erupts, mixing in his own cum with yours and the masters. Shooting it deep into you, and sparking your journey to Nagahood. You can’t help but smile. Still looking up to the stoic and sexy Naga that’s just given you this great gift. Enthralled by his strong body as it easily continues to carry and move you down the halls. The brawny Python not stopping for even a second, keeping his cock in your ass as your legs start to drift together.
Having already surrendered full control of yourself, you don’t even notice your legs becoming one. All you feel is a comforting warmth as your weathered skin becomes bronze scales. Feet and toes becoming a single bump to form the end of your growing tail. Lower half stretching, and keeping that powerful frame to support the elder Naga you are set to become.
As your tail fully forms, you coil around your stronger fellow. Allowing him to still move freely. To keep carrying you, and to keep his cock in your ass. Your lower half around his lower torso. Perfectly comfortable as the scales make their way to your chest. Cock hiding in your newly formed cloaca. A sense of emptiness following, until your serpentine dick bursts free. It’s as big as this Pythons, maybe even bigger. Already oozing with your pre, and ready to give those young’ins a good taste of what papa has to offer.
You roll your shoulders as the scales move to your older frame. That weathered skin protected by powerful scales. Yet still keeping the fat frame, in fact it almost exaggerates it. Solidifying the big gut and heavy pecs as if it was how you were meant to be. Covering them in those wonderful bronze scales, hiding away any hairs on your torso then scaling your big arms. Making them oh so reminiscent of the Naga who made you, though your arms are bigger. Should be, after all, you’re the older Naga.
All that’s left to shed is your human visage, which assimilates to the rest of you. Hair falling out in clumps, fangs sharpening, the taste of your new delicious poison reaching your forked tongue. One small bite, and you can bend a human to your will. Toy with the young thing, make them into another servant for your master. For THE master, the king of all Naga. Your head tilting back as your visage forms into that of a viper, and finalizes the new you.
“Ssssso. You have brought him?”
You hear that familiar voice. His voice. Looking ahead down the hall and being let go by your fellow. Thrown to the ground once more, yet this time catching yourself with your arms. Slithering on your own towards the one you so willingly serve. Your fatter, older body no where near as agile as the serpent who made you. But still fit to fight and convert as you stare into the eyes of your king. Instinctively presenting yourself for him as you flex with one arm, and slap your fat stomach with the other. Watching as the skin under the scales wobbles.
“He did. I’m ready to sssserve, master. Bring em all on, I’m ssssstill good to fight!”
Your master moves forward, giving you a brief kiss. Tongue licking the bottom of your fangs, tasting your potent venom and giving an approving moan.
“Good. Very good. Now, sssservantssss. You two are already familiar?”
The other Naga nods.
“Adventurerssss, once.”
“Good. Then go adventure. Go make more sssservantss.”
You look to your king, then your kin. Giving the younger Naga a rough pat on the back, and navigating out of this dungeon and towards the waiting world above.
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The researchers watch the display. A fair few gathered to witness the older Naga you have become.
“Told you he’d become a Naga.”
The original researcher says as a older man hands her $50. A few moving to the display and pressing a few buttons. Your body starting to fade from sight, yet existence in the screen continued.
“So. We’re doing it?”
“Yeah, he’s a better fit for the monsters world. Transfer him over, he’ll be useful for any other humans we send in.”
More buttons are pressed, as your presence on earth ends. Fully transmitted to this fantasy world as a Naga to assimilate humans for your king. Not that you’ll remember it. Within a week you’re convinced you were always a Naga. Having no more fake memory of your adventuring days. Nor any real memories of your life before being stuffed into this simulation.