As the snake slowly and sleepily unwound from her, Eileen couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she added a few more enhancements to him. After all, if he was, in fact, hers to command, she could make him anything without any fear of damage to herself. She could make him even more powerful than he was now...
But, first things first, let's see if his lesson sank in. "What do you think of Emily," Eileen asked. Eric tilted his head, and she swore she could see fondness flickering behind those reptilian eyes. Her expression soured.
"No! You're not supposed to think of her. In fact, forget her! Forget everyone else! I am your mistress. I am your only love, and you love me more intensely than you have ever before."
Eric nodded as her commands sank in. His mind was wiped free of any memories of Emily. Any memories of anyone except Eileen. She was his world. She was his mistress. The rest of humanity could die and he wouldn't care so long as she stayed standing. He bobbed his huge head slowly, drawing himself up high. Yes, nothing mattered but Eileen. Eileen watched him, unaware of the poisonous thoughts creeping into his head and smiled.
"Now, how about you clean me?" she asked. In seconds, she was assaulted by Eric's sandpaper tongue flickering and lapping across her skin, cleaning her of all sweat and grime and cum and savouring every taste. With a single thought, Eileen enhanced his dexterity and felt his tongue writhe and coil like a snake of its own. It felt like it, as thick as her leg as it coiled around her torso and lavished her breasts. It slid and cupped her neck in such a sensual way she couldn't help but melt into it. But then, she was clean, and she was suddenly free to lounge back on Eric's thick neck and stare into his entrancing, reptilian eyes.
"Mm, you're so good to me," she muttered. "And so big. In more ways than one."
Eric hissed and shifted himself so his two-foot flaccid cocks hung free and in full view. They began to rise again, just from him drinking in the form of his mistress, but Eileen pushed them away. "Not yet," she said. "I have other ideas to explore first. Like... your species."
Eric tilted his head. "I like my men dangerous," was all Eileen had to offer, before Eric suddenly stuttered as his scales began to change. They glittered as they turned from green and olive to a dark, onyx black, sliding cooly against his wife's skin as he shivered through the transformation. He opened his mouth wide as his python's fangs grew longer and sharper. No longer were they benign, but a true viper's fangs, filled with deadly venom able to bring down a whale in seconds. A hood flared over his face as it widened and morphed, even larger than before.
But the changes were not done. The now-cobra felt his body changing. It wasn't growing any thinner, still wide enough to swallow a car without it even getting snagged on the sides of his throat, but now, Eric was growing longer again. Because while a python can be very thick for its length, a cobra is not. And for a cobra of his width... well, let's just say he more than doubled his length. Piles and piles of coils wound around the room, creating a moving, inescapable chamber around Eileen of ebony scales and thick muscle. Between the sliding of scales over scales, she caught a glimpse of Eric's two, barbed cocks and gulped. They had more than doubled in size, too, now huge 4-and-a-half hemipenes that were as thick as her head.
Then, Eric stopped moving, and he dipped his hooded head back down to stare at his mistress. A tongue as long as her body flicked across her skin as if to say 'Is that good enough for you?' but it wasn't. Eileen wasn't done.
"Oh, you're impressive, I must say, but you're still wholly reptilian. I have a few ideas about that.',
With a thought, she willed Eric to become hot-blooded. Not only that, but she gave him complete control over his body temperature - he could be as hot as the sun if he wanted to! The cracks between his scales began to glow a deep red, looking as if they were plates of volcanic rock floating in molten lava. His eyes, too, similarly glowed red and took on powerful, hypnotic qualities. A snake of demonic passion. The air heated by several degrees.
But, Eileen wanted more. With a thought, his scales grew impenetrable, completely unable to be damaged by anything. His bones grew unbreakable and solid as steel. And his muscles...
Eric hissed in delight as he felt his muscles becoming denser and denser. Strength upon strength packed into him as he didn't decrease in size, he grew, taking a few extra feet of length with him. Strength enough to barrel through anything that stood in his way. Strength enough to crack mountains under his coils. Strength enough to burrow straight through the bedrock of the earth and remain unscathed. Eileen watched as his muscles bunched and writhed beneath the surface, and with each kiloton of strength he received, so too did he grow in dexterity. He could control every tiny fibre of that stony muscle, and he pushed it until it could mimic human hands with just a few inches.
Eileen stretched back over her husband's coils, feeling the warmth of him on her skin like basking in the sun, feeling him massage her back with inhuman control, like a billion hands had been leashed upon her with only the intent to relax her as much as possible. She didn't even know it was possible to feel this relaxed.
Two things coiled around her legs. She managed to look down and saw Eric's cocks winding around her like they were tentacles. The barbs simply tickled her skin as they wound up, restraining and spreading her legs. Eric brought his head down to her honeypot with desire in his hypnotic red eyes. Eileen gasped. "Wait! You'll never fit!"