I guess since anything was possible, I decided to mix it up. I'd always been intrigued by snakes. I wondered
what it would be like to sniff the air and sense with a Jacob's gland. I always thought it must be more
intense than just seeing, smelling or hearing in mammals. My tongue darted in and out of my lips as I thought.
I glanced at my crotch, and even though snake's don't have bulges, I didn't want to lose mine. Still
slithering on the ground without being smooth would probably chafe my cock and balls miserably. So I
visualized a pouch that my organ could retract into. I visualized being a big snake. Not just a big snake,
but the biggest. I'd be an anaconda. Imagine the people stepping aside as I slithered down the stairs and
escalators and onto the subway train. My vision came to a screeching halt as I imagined the doors slamming on
me with two thirds of me still in the station, and then being dragged along behind the moving train.
I frowned looked at the ring, and then smiled. A were-snake-man was the solution. I'd be a scale covered
Anacondaman with arms and legs who walked upright, but when I wanted to I could collapse into total limbless
snake form. Of course, Anacondas are huge, and so my humanoid snakeman form had to be huge too. Well, huge
compared to my former size. I grew to over six feet tall as my chest broadened, and my head flattened. I
glanced at my green skin with ornate black scaled pattern on my head and hands. My old clothing looked
ridiculous on my new body. The shirt was too small and tight on me now. If I flexed it would probably rip to
shreds. My pants' thigh inseams had torn, and the cuffs only came up to my midcalves now. I realized with my
pouch, clothing was unnecessary for modesty for me now. My clothing vanished at my command. There I stood
reflecting in the mirrored window, a living breathing Snakeman. I was a god among humans. Passerbys glanced
at me admiring my physique, but none thought it odd or unusual that a naked Snakeman was standing on a public
street.
The old lady needed to be thanked for her gift. I turned to look for her, but she was gone. I started to walk
in the direction that I thought she had gone, but I stopped. The big aquarium in the pet shop window caught
my eye. Giant fat juicy golden carp swam back and forth. I went into the store.
"May, I help you, sir?" the attentive young clerk asked.
"Yes, how much for all the fish in the big tank in the window?"
"Well, they're $20 a piece, but if you buy them all we can knock 20% off. So let's see there are 14, $2800
minus $560, that'll be $2240 plus tax."
"Fine, I wish I had 5 $500 bills right now in my pocket," you say to the ring in a whisper. Then you remember
you don't have any pockets, as you're naked. Oops, your mistake, you do have one pocket now. You feel the
crisp new $500 bills materialize in your genital pouch rolled around your Snakemanhood. You're curious to see
and touch it. The man at the counter should accept your behavior and form as natural thanks to your earlier
wish. However, you want more. You open your pouch and your big scaly cock flops out. The bills start to uncurl
and fall, but your hand darts out before they fall to the floor.
The clerk stares with disinterest. That's unsatisfying. You raise your hand to your mouth and whisper while
fake coughing. The young man's eyes widen, he licks his lips and stares. He's got a bad case of penis envy.
You are happy, and hand him the money. He counts it out, and enters it into the register. He is distracted
though. Your cock retracts into your bulging pouch, and he keeps staring at the bulge. He wishes he was built
like that. He wishes he could suck your cock. He's not gay, or he wasn't. He doesn't want to suck other
guys' cocks, just yours.
"I have to go in the back to get your change, sir. Uh, your fish, how did you want to take them? In baggies,
or should we deliver them to your home?"
"Neither, I'll eat them here," you answer.
He just nods as if that was the most natural thing to say, and heads to the back office to get your change.
You walk over to the tank, and lean over the top to peer in. Suddenly, your limbs retract as your body flows
head first into the water. The fish panic as the giant snake dives into their tank. Your body wraps around a
plump one crushing it, and then you swallow it. Your coils glide by each other as you fill the tank and fill
your belly. For a second, you think you see the old lady outside the pet shop watching you through the window,
but the glass of the tank, the window and the water distort your view. She doesn't look so old now. You go
for another carp. When you look again, she is gone.
Kali laughs as she moves invisibly now down the street. Everyone thinks of the anaconda as a South American
snake. They forget the true and now extinct serpent, but it is now reborn, and it doesn't even know it. The
elephant-eating Snakeman in the pet shop has no idea how big or hungry he will become. She laughs again, and
stretches. She is no longer a feeble old woman, she is Kali, she is chaos, she is back.
You bloat yourself on the tank of fish, then snooze with your head floating above the surface of the water.
You don't notice the young man staring at you through the window.
The clerk puts your money in an envelope and tucks it under the register tray. He knows you'll be back for
your change. In the mean time, he resumes unpacking the boxes of animal feed and fish food, and resumes
restocking the shelves.
The bell rings, and the young man asks, "How much for the big python in the window?"
"Python in the window?" he asks, and comes over to look.
He rubs his head. He sold all the fish earlier, but he doesn't recognize the Snakeman he sold the fish to as
the snake in the tank now. He had been absorbed in his work lining up the feed boxes, bags and jars to make a
nice display, but he'd have heard and did hear the bell when someone entered the front door. Then an idea
occurs to him.
"Oh, my boss must have come in while I was stacking product and added this snake to the empty tank. I'll call
him to ask how much it is," the clerk said.
You stare with an unblinking eye, and wonder what it would be like to let this man buy you and take you home.
You'll wish that he could be surprised by the transformation, but accept your snakeman form as normal.