You feel movement as you feel the snake beginning to shift, the slickness of the walls around you beginning to push you up again as the coiling thing forces your yielding body to stand. Your joints bend easily, moving with an unnatural smoothness and soon you’re stock still in the rubbery snake, goopy walls having grown to actively secrete something sticky that hangs against you.
You want to hate this but you don’t, feeling the sticky strands grow more and more prominent with the pressure on your skin. It feels like a massage, pushing moisturizing oil into your dry skin. It’s soothing and relaxing, though the pressure can be a little painful in the way a good massage is. It’s easy to let your thoughts just go blank and relax into the sensations, and you’re not sure how long it lasts until you’re suddenly awake again, as if from a deep nap.
Your fingers feel tight against your frame, arms too, as if unable to move them. Your legs are similarly situated, sticky goo holding you together like a pole, compressed and standing in the snake. You feel a bit numb, more so than normal. But otherwise, you feel pretty good.
It causes you to muse how uncomfortable this would be if you were still a person and how wonderful being a doll is in this situation. This brings more affirmation, about how you’re not less than before, just different. More, if you’d have to be honest about it. You’re not quite as driven, but something tells you that if you were given an order you’d carry it out with all your heart. And creatively too! You’re not an idiot after all; more clear headed than before, thinking about it. And you’re free of all those human things like boredom and anxiety and existentialism and all those other useless things. You are and you exist, who cares what happens. All you need is a directive and maybe an owner and you’re set forever!
Wow, again, no human thoughts detected there. Even if you could change back, why would you at this point? Maybe if you were free of the snake and thinking ‘normal’, you’d be different. And if that happens, okay! Cool! That’s great! Who cares what happens even if you’d prefer to stay as you are to a degree; different in form and purpose, of course, but you want to keep this joy that you’re feeling at your very existence.
And so you wait, feeling less and less division between your limbs and the sides of the snake, more and more of the pressure pushing that goop into you. The numbness, once a pleasing tingle is now an intense burn, as if rubbed with an aftershave all over your body. It’s not unpleasant, and your eagerness at your change to come is breaking through. Your entire body is tingling now, on fire deep in your core as…