Shawn stepped out from behind the double doors and into the reception area of the spa, blushing like a beetroot, as was his usual way upon exiting the building. What wasn’t usual however, was that Gretta was not behind her desk. She was instead standing in front of it with a purse in hand, looking at him in surprise.
  “Oh, I thought you weren’t coming out tonight at all.”
  “W-what?” He looked her up and down. “How long have I been in there?”
  She shrugged. “Seven hours give or take. Wouldn’t be the first time, once you were in there for two and a half days.”
  “What!? When!?”
  Gretta shrugged again. “Caresse works in strange ways. You haven’t noticed it’s two days ahead of where it should be on the calendar for you yet?”
  Shawn’s blush got a bit worse as he tried to save face. “Um...well..ya know, no one actually has a calendar these days, most people just use phones…”
  “Uh-huh….” Gretta nodded with a smirk. “In anycase, you can stop staring at me like that by the way. With how you look, you seem surprised I have legs at all. I can get up from behind that desk you know.”
  “Well...I know that, I mean, I’ve seen you bartend before...you obviously have a life beyond this place but...I mean...ya know, I so rarely see you from the waist down I was starting to come up with a naga conspiracy theory.”
  Gretta’s smile took on a strange glint. “Oh, I assure you, I am not a naga.” She chuckled with a shrug. “And I do most certainly have a life outside of this place. Wanna see some of it?”
  Shawn was caught off guard by this. “See some of it?”
  “Yeah.” She gave a casual gesture. “I figure we see each other so much, we may as well do something outside work, eh?”
  Shawn blushed. “You mean like a-”
  Gretta had crossed the room and placed a finger to his lips before he finished his sentence. “No labels, Shawn. Just come to the Honey pot with me, hmm? Get a drink, who knows, you might learn a thing or two.”
  With her finger blocking any audible reply, Shawn opted to just nod and hope that his blush had ebbed. Placated, Gretta removed her finger and smiled. “We’re on then. Come on, we’ll take my car.”
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  Gretta’s car proved to be larger than Shawn expected. He would have called it a ‘Mini-van’ if there were anything mini about it. It was spacious in every degree, in fact sitting in the passenger seat made him feel a bit like a child on his way to a first day of school.
  “So….big familly?” Shawn inquired.
  “No, why do you ask?”
  Shawn looked behind him at the spacious backseat. “Uh….no reason….” He paused. “Not a big family then?”
  Gretta shrugged, shifting over through four lanes of traffic to get to the exit as Shawn clutched the armrest for dear life. “Not really, most of them are in India.”
  Shawn blinked. “India? I wouldn’t have guessed.”
  “I’m 1/5th on my mother’s side. Strong gene’s there…” She got an odd smile as she said those words. “But I like to think I take after my dad a bit as well, even if mom did give me more of her looks.”
  “I see…” There was a moment where Shawn realized that though he had been going to the Spa for the better part of a year, he really didn’t know much about Gretta at all. “So...if I may ask, if not much of your family is in town...what’s with the car?”
  Gretta casually ran a red light. “What? A girl can’t enjoy her toys as much as anybody else? If you’re going to drive, you might as well drive big. Makes people get out of your way a little faster.”
  Shawn wished he had more than the armrest to grab onto as they entered the after-work traffic of the bar district. Gretta weaved through the heavy collection of cars as though she were on the freeway, and Shawn was starting to think that he should have offered to drive…
  Despite her best efforts however, they both reached the Honeypot in one piece. Shawn felt a bit underdressed as they walked in with the growing crowd of businessmen and locals who got a little more fancy to patronize the establishment, but as he and Gretta found a table he felt a little more comfortable.
  Gretta waved to the bartender, a blond girl who was currently doing more with her hands and two bottles than Shawn did in a week in the span of two seconds. She somehow found the time to wave back and smile at them. Shawn noticed her adding two more orders to her queue when she was done serving the men in front of her, Gretta apparently being a regular here even when she wasn’t working.
  Beatrice, the headliner, had already started her set by the time they got their drinks. Shawn blushed as she winked at him with her sultry gaze, but otherwise let him be as he and Gretta talked, only stealing occasional glances at the lovely hybrid as she crooned on stage.
  He discovered several things about her in that time. Her favorite color was blue, and that she’d always thought about dying her hair, but she didn’t quite have the courage. She was one of two sisters, and a brother, all of whom were born in the states, but she being the only one who’d stayed in the country post college. She actually had a degree in the study of exoitic animals, but hadn’t put it to use much since her graduation.
  Gretta was in the process of telling him about a particularly funny spa day when the drinks arrived. Gretta had ordered for him, something slightly citrusy smelling with a hint of tartness layered above the sweet liquid that filled the glass. She herself had simply ordered guinness, and it seemed darker and thicker than any Shawn had seen before now, but she sipped it like it was soda.
  “So,” She said, her voice perfectly leveled to be heard over Beatrice’s crooning, while not being rude. “Any questions?”
  Shawn had felt a little off-kilter all afternoon, now as said afternoon began to tilt towards evening, the question very easily caught him unawares. “Questions?...Was I supposed to be studying?” He chuckled, sipping his drink. It was strong, but pleasant.
  “No...but I figure you’ve got to be curious. I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m the only human you’ve ever seen at the spa right?”
  Shawn blinked. “Oh...well I suppose, that’s why I was starting to think you were a naga or something. Though, it is nice to have someone less….out there, to greet patrons I guess.”
  “Yes….less out there…” She said mysteriously.
  Shawn simply nodded and sipped his drink again. “I mean, I have been curious about you before now, but you know me, I’m not the most outgoing person. Generally I don’t inquire unless people open up first.”
  “I noticed.” Gretta’s usual teasing smirk was back. “Which is why I invited you out. You seem like the kind of guy who needs to leave the house a bit more.”
  “Hey!” Shawn huffed.
  “What? I’m just teasing.” She waved a hand. “In anycase, the question you’ll probably ask if prompted, is how I got the job in the first place, hmm? Never much of a ‘Now Hiring’ sign around the spa, eh?”
  Shawn paused, then nodded. “That’s a good point….but then I don’t know how….anything at the spa works.”
  “Nobody does.” Gretta shrugged. “Ya just kinda roll with it. In anycase, I thought that since we were out together, I’d show you my...qualifications.”
  Shawn blushed. “What does that mean exactly?”
  Gretta shotgunned the rest of her guinness and smiled with a slight flush on her cheeks from the alcohol. “Why don’t you follow me and find out?”
  With that she stood, turning away from her chair and walking towards the back of the bar, where Shawn could see a stairwell leading up to a second floor above the bar. He watched her go for a moment before looking at the drink in front of him.
  Trying to follow Gretta’s lead, he tilted his head back and downed the lot of it in one go.
  Once he finished coughing, he followed after her.
  The stairs led to a hallway, at the end of which was a door. Shawn had never thought of it before, but from the outside, the bar did seem to be very large. He’d only been here once before, but as Gretta walked through a door at the end of the hall, he realized he had no idea what was up here. She held it open for him and he stepped through to see that, to his surprise, it was a massive apartment.
  Massive was no exaggeration, you could have turned Shawn’s apartment on it’s side, and the far wall wouldn’t have touched the ceiling of this place. A full kitchen lay to his left, and dead ahead was an expanse of a living room filled with plush expensive looking beanbags the size of cars. The center of which was dominated by a massive faux tree that dwarfed most of the ones within the city limits.
  “Woah…”
  Gretta looked at him over her shoulder. “Impressive right?” She chuckled. “Welcome to my abode, mi casa, my shangri la…”
Shawn was staring open mouthed at the massive living space Gretta lay claim to. “H-how can you afford this?”
Gretta chuckled. “The spa pays above minimum wage by a fair bit, Shawn, which is good because I need the space…”
Shawn reeled back his amazement a bit, replacing it with curiosity. “For what?...do you like...throw wild parties or something?” He looked at the massive fake tree. “And what’s with the beanbags and the tree?...Too much money to go for a simple couch?”
“You could say that.” There was another shrug. “Also it’s hard to find a couch I can really use.”
“Picky about your comfort?” Shawn inquired further, walking a little deeper into the apartment. To the left, past the kitchen was a door that looked like it led to a bedroom. To his right was another door, to which he had no guess as to its destination.
“Very.” Gretta chuckled, walking up to him. Shawn blushed as she closed the gap more efficiently than absolutely necessary, walking until there was less than an inch between them. “I have a very specific set of needs, Shawn. I like to see to it that they are taken care of…” Her lips were very nearly touching his as she spoke, he suppressed a shudder. He was used to this sort of thing at the spa, but here, in the apartment of the receptionist he had come to consider a friend, he was rather out of his element. Still, he made no move to back away, A. Because there was a beanbag at his back and B, because he found he really didn’t want to….
“N-needs?” He swallowed, hoping she hadn’t noticed the slight stutter.
“Oh yes…” She chuckled, and advanced further still. With nowhere to go, Shawn was pressed off his feet, falling with a soft sound onto the beanbag behind him. His estimate that it was about the size of a car proved to be too small now that he was sitting on it, this thing could have given a truck a run for its money. He felt almost like a child against the soft, almost velvety fabric of it, the color a rather lovely shade of blue that threatened to swallow him entirely.
The heat of Shawn’s cheeks got worse as she fell forwards as well, her chest pressed against his. The warmth of her body slotted neatly between his legs. His eyes widened.
“And one of those needs is someone warm to hold at night…” She purred.
“G-gretta…” Just like she’d done at the spa, she silenced him with a finger.
“Shhhh….” She chuckled warmly. The sound vibrated through her body as she nestled a bit closer. The motions of her hips against his made Shawn squirm against the beanbag as her face came level with his, lips almost touching again. “I pointed out earlier that you probably thought I was the only ‘Human’ who worked at the spa right?....”
Shawn couldn’t talk, not only because of her finger, but because he didn’t trust his voice. He nodded, before he actually thought about what she’d said. “Thought?” He tried to say, but it came out more like ‘Mhout?’
“That’s right…”She chuckled. “Because, to be perfectly honest with you Shawn….that’s only half right...I am human...a good chunk of the time….but when I’m home I like to...let loose a little bit...particularly on a night like tonight…” She nodded upwards, and Shawn saw that the ceiling of the apartment was almost entirely windows, above them the full moon shined.
Shawn actually lifted a hand and pushed her finger to the side slightly in shock. “Wait...Are you about to tell me you’re a werewolf?”
It was Gretta’s turn to blink. “What? No. That’s ridiculous.”
“Oh…” Shawn was a bit relieved.
He gave a little noise as Gretta pecked his nose playfully with a little purring sound. “I’m something much….much better….”
Shawn realized that that purring sound was taking on a different tone, a higher sound less like a purr and more like a hiss… The weight pressing against him seemed to grow in pressure. Was Gretta getting...larger?
“You sssee, Ssshawn…” she said, Shawn’s eyes widening at the lisp. “I have such a big apartment because frankly….”
She changed, in a moment between human and something else as dark scales spilled forth, ringed with brilliant patterns of blue, the vibrating sound of that hiss growing in magnitude. The room was no longer expansive, in fact it suddenly seemed only just big enough as loops upon loops of scaled muscle poured over every available inch of floor.
Instead of Gretta’s body pressed between his legs, her lips almost touching his, Shawn found himself pinned to the beanbag by the thick, shifting neck of a serpent wide enough that his torso was utterly pinned, his thighs forced wide by her girth.
The serpent smiled Gretta’s smile, that same cheshire cat’s grin, though on an actual predatory beast, it had slightly more of an effect. Her eyes were Gretta’s, that same green, but with the slitted irises of a snake, and a slight glow of intelligence about them that marked her from an ordinary serpent...as though the massive size didn’t already make that distinction. The end of her snout slithered down to the pinned human, her breath washing over him as she gave a hissing chuckle.
“I’m a lot bigger than a werewolf.”
Shawn was stunned. The snake was obviously Gretta, but he’d never seen something so strange outside of the spa before. He looked around the room. What little he could see beyond her smiling visage in front of him was piled with coils. She dominated the floor, there was no telling how long she was truely while they were in the living room. What had once been empty tile was now alive with snakeskin, moving shifting and swirling like living oil.
“H-how…”
A ripple passed through the serpent’s neck as she tilted her chin up slightly, a shrug. “Like I said, bit of India in me...they have some very strange creatures out that way…” Her smirk grew and she applied just a bit more of her weight to the trapped Shawn, pushing him deeper into that beanbag until little could be seen besides his head poking out of the soft fabric just above the curve of her belly scales. “I don’t see you complaining though. I know which rooms you choose. Not to mention a snake’s belly scales are among the most sensitive parts of them, and I’m currently slotted right between your legs~”
Her coils gave a rolling undulation along his crotch, pressing against the growing bulge in his pants at finding himself pinned here in the apartment of the girl who wasn’t always a girl. He squirmed with a little involuntary noise.
“Sssso predictable as always.” She lisped again, a thick, purplish tongue, forked at the end, tickling Shawn’s nose and cheeks in soft feather light touches, leaving light trails of saliva along his skin.
Gretta poured forwards, and that was the best description of it. Her movements were so fluid, so graceful that there seemed to be no interruption from one to the next. Shawn’s back was pressed up as she nosed her way underneath, dragging herself under him before curling upwards again, creating a loop of her form around his shoulders. That singular coil was enough to capture him from his neck to his waist in scale. It cinched and he was lifted bodily from the beanbag, held aloft as though he weighed nothing. She eyed him nonchalantly as he began to spin in an almost lazy circle, each gyration adding another loop of her body around his.
“I know how you like to be held, Shawn, and I can oblige…” Two, then three turns of her and Shawn could no more move than a fish could fly. The only options left to him the occasional twitch, absorbed by the softness of those scales. She must have taken care of them, there was not a blemish or a mark, and under the light of the apartment and the light of the moon above through those windows they shone and glimmered like the ocean, a living ocean, all intent on winding itself about his form.
The sound of shifting scales filled Shawn’s ears, along with the sensation of tightening. The feeling of muscles pressed outwards under those smooth scales as they worked to hold him just a little tighter, the girth of the coil around his neck forcing his cheeks up. Gretta peered down at him, enjoying the feeling of his squirming in her grip, and his arousal at her form.
“There aren’t many men who are willing to put up with a girl who moves into….” She gave a little laugh. “‘Advanced’ snuggling techniques at night...but I have a feeling you’re the kinda person who prefers an advanced class or two.”
  Shawn gave a wheeze in response, prompting another little laugh from Gretta.
  “Oh right, you need air to talk. I tend to forget sometimes…” Her coils relaxed, and Shawn sank into their girth a bit, filling his lungs as much as he could with them encroaching on his chest.
  “I...you…” He couldn’t think of anything to say, so he said the first thing that came to his mind as his eyes roamed her blue and black scales shining in the light. “You’re beautiful…”
  “Awww…..” She put on an overly saccharine face. “I’m glad you think so. You’re right of course…” Her coils tightened just a bit again. Shawn could still breathe, but his ability to had been halved easily. “Such a sweet guy, Shawn...I knew that from the moment you walked into the spa. You kind of reek of it…” Her tongue flicked out again, tasting his skin. “A certain flavor about the air around you, delicious on my tongue…” Instead of flicking, it slipped between her lips this time. A steady ooze of slick flesh reached out to lather against his cheek, painting hotly along the side of his face as she gave a gentle murmur at his taste.
  For a moment, Shawn worried she meant to eat him. She relented though as her tongue combed up along the curve of his scalp with a soft, warm, wet touch, his hair sticking up at odd angles as it flicked free to retreat into her mouth. “But we can save that for later…”
  Her coils shifted around him again, sending him spinning again, being passed from thinner to thicker coils as he was shifted from the hold of her neck to her most dense of coils along her trunk. As he was coiled, she moved effortlessly into the massive tree that dominated her living room. It made sense now, why would a snake need something so simple as a couch? No, coils had to sprawl, they had to slide and slither, to wrap around things to truly be comfortable, and they did now, slithering themselves languidly to drape about those faux branches. Though the material looked expensive and sturdy, it groaned with the weight of her body. The false wood sagged slightly, the crooks of every branch well worn with her weight.
  Shawn’s coiled form was drawn up into the center of those draping lengths of her body. Gretta rested her chin on a branch, eyeing him with amusement. “For now, it’s been awhile since I’ve had anybody around whom I can...let loose.” She gave a pleased rumble as her coils shifted, Shawn’s vision going blurry for just a moment as she shifted him upside down as easily as he might turn over a cup, her topsy turvy smile growing. “When I like someone, I tend to get a little…” She gave a laugh. “For lack of a better word….Handsy…”
  Shawn gasped as all her coils loosened at once and he found himself falling headfirst towards the floor. Just before impact, something wound around his right ankle and slowed him to a stop, strands of his hair brushing the few of her coils that still lay sprawled across the ground.
  Almost like a Yoyo, she spun him around until her coils reached his groin, turning him sideways with ease before spooling him up until his face was framed by her belly scales, in front of her once more, not an inch of his body visible. “Bit playful, too….Every inch of me wants to touch you. You know, being cold blooded isn’t all it's cracked up to be….buuut…” Those coils squeezed inwards and a bit more of Shawn’s exposed face was squeezed inwards, hardly more than eyes and nose peeking out from a prison of scales. “It has an advantage or two too…”
  Shawn squirmed as much as he could in her grip, which wasn’t much, any reply mostly muffled by the length of scale encroaching upon his mouth.
  “Though now the question is….if every inch of me wants to touch you….what’s the best way to do that? Any ideas?”
  She paused as though actually taking his ideas into consideration before her coils shifted again. A length of scale arched in front of his vision and continually poured by in front of his eyes. “I could lay you on a branch and just...slither over you in your entirety till my heart’s content, build up a bit of warmth with the friction...though not too much. Don’t worry, I’m very gentle...I could impress every little diamond scale onto your skin, show you places you didn’t think you had.” She winked. “Oooorrr….alternatively…” She flipped him upside down again over the floor, but now it was piled high with lengths of her body. “I could just drop you in there...do things a little more...haphazard.” She chuckled. “You’ll stop knowing which way is up and which way is down after a while, but knowing you, you’ll like it.” She pressed a little closer, the space between her scales and her face closing until her expression took up the whole of his vision. “Sssso many options.”
  Shawn gave a muffled mumble of response, wiggling a bit more in her grasp, in response her coils tightened. “I think somebody likes option twoooooo~” Gretta sing-songed “Well then…” Her coils squeezed inwards again, forcing a bit of Shawn’s air out through his nose. “Down you go.”
  Her coils released him again, but this time nothing came up to stop him from falling. It wasn’t a terribly long fall, but time seemed to slow as he spent a brief moment airborne and free from her coils for the first time since she’d shifted. He looked down at the shifting bands of her body, each individual circle of blue among the black standing out like a star at night time, vanishing under and over and between more and more of...her, it was hypnotic.
  He only had a moment to appreciate it before he landed with a weighty sound onto a massive section of her coils.
  On impulse, Shawn tried to get up, but the moment he put pressure on her scales the smoothness of them caused his hand to slide to the side, instantly getting stuck between two coils running parallel to each other. Pinned between shifting scales, his arm threw him off balance. He put pressure on his foot to try and lever it free, but found a similar issue, the limb getting trapped under a loop of thick black and blue.
  With half his limbs caught, his right arm and his left foot, he flailed for a moment uselessly before the coils seemed to grow more needy. Bunching up around him, curls of snakeskin lifted and fell over him with cool smooth weight. Shawn felt himself winded slightly as a section fell across his stomach, pinning him down like a stone in quicksand, every movement of the coils around him sucking him deeper into the blue banded abyss.
  Every limb was captured in short order as Gretta watched amusedly, Shawn’s legs vanishing completely under the shifting sea of seemingly endless coils. His chest was next, she enjoyed his squirms as particularly thick section of her body pressed against his crotch, soft belly scales undulating through his pants. Among those shifting patterned scales, the tip of her tail trickled up along one of those captured legs, snaking around his ankle and up along the inside of the garment. His pant leg was filled easily with its girth, only a few inches managing to enter before the garment began to strain.
  Shawn sank in up to his chest, his legs totally buried as his pants began to split around the coils flooding inside. Shawn moaned as the tip of Gretta’s tail began to tickle along the inside of his thigh. Through pleasure hazed eyes, he saw her smirk turn upwards by a slight degree before all of her coils flexed. The sudden show of muscle split his pants at the seams, the garment being pulled away into the churning river of coils around him.
  “Oh, this was a good pick…” Gretta cooed. Every single section of her scales seemed to almost war over the human tangled among them, haphazardly coiling, releasing, recoiling, looping twisting turning, grinding against one another in a chain without end, Shawn’s underwear at its epicenter. The human squirmed, unable to so much as speak since the moment he’d been pinned to that beanbag, not in any true sense. From the moment she’d pressed her body, her true body against his own, he was as much her’s as any of the possibly millions of scales along her body
  There was a slight shift in the way her scales held him as her tail sought out the leg of his underwear, taking its time and getting a feel for the warmth of his thigh as the blushing human squirmed. Every motion was offset by a series of scaled undulations along the whole of his body as his living bed of snakeskin reached out to hold him in a new way for every struggle he tried to put up. At this point how ever, most struggles were simply involuntary jerks and spasms at the sensation of so much of Gretta touching him at once. That wasn’t even counting the newest one as her tail found it’s mark and invaded the leg of his underwear. It playfully tickled his balls as those coils grew a bit more firm in their touches, allowing for less and less movement by the second.
  Eventually they all closed in as Gretta finally stopped passively observing from above and slithered towards Shawn’s face again. Her tongue flicked out against his lips as her tail trickled its way up from his balls to tease around the base of his shaft at a constant languid pace. “While I have you…” She leaned a bit closer still. Shawn saw glimpses of her maw as she spoke, slick sounds issuing from that humid cavern. “I may as well have that taste I suppose, if you’re going to squirm so deliciously…”
Shawn’s moan, either in protest or acceptance, it was hard to tell, was immediately muffled as her lips yawned wide. He found his chin resting on the wide expanse of her tongue like a wet spongy pillow, looking into the clenching passage of her throat before her jaws closed softly around him, the whole of his head suckled within her mouth like a lollipop. That forked tongue painted over his face, forked ends searching out every bit of his taste, combing through his hair as she murmured in pleasure to taste his flavor. Her coils cinched around him as her breath became his world for a moment. The sounds of her body, slick, wet and hot dominated his senses as her coils held him utterly still for her to taste and enjoy.
Shawn moaned into her maw. Down below, her tail began to slowly coil up along his shaft, taking its time, oozing up along that most sensitive skin.The human in her grasp was beyond all reasonable thought as he was utterly dominated by the serpent.
He panted in the humid enclosure, her tongue still swirling around his head. His hair was an unruly mess of saliva as he was rendered little more than a puddle of pleasure in her grasp. The tip of her tail encompassed the whole of his member in it’s grip, tickling the underside of the head with the very end of those insidiously enticing coils.
His body sang with pleasure. There almost wasn’t a Shawn anymore, just the union of her coils and his body, and the sensations produced by it.
Just on the cusp of his orgasm, his release, suddenly everything ground to a halt. Gretta slowly slurped Shawn’s head free from her mouth. It left his face shiny with a sheen of her saliva, gasping in the suddenly altogether too cool air of her apartment, just that sticky head sticking above a tide of coils that threatened to engulf him at any moment.
“Like that?” She purred, coils tensing. “Well...I can do a little better I think~”
Shawn realized then that the seemingly haphazard coils were more planned out than he’d first realized. Her tail retracted from his shaft, coils rearranging, the three loops along his leg loosening, then broadening and twisting to capture his opposite leg. Suddenly he was captured in a singular spiral, rising and pushing all other coils out of the way with its advancement. It captured his hands beneath its rising hold, and he found himself rising from the mountain of coils, a spiral entombed in black and patterned blue that rose to curl snuggly around his neck as he looked breathlessly at the woman...no...the being, serpentine, human, massive, playful and altogether….Gretta, that held him.
In his sheer stupefied wonder at her, he attempted to speak. “G-gre-” Her tail curled further up his neck, caressing across his chin and forcing it further upwards. It framed his cheeks as it began to tease against his lips, shushing him as her finger had before she’d forgone digits for this more powerful, more alluring form.
“Hush now...In fact, let me help you with that.”
Shawn’s moans turned into muffled noises as her tail pushed its way past his lips, flowing into his mouth. The taste of her flooded his senses, his mouth quickly filled as the tip began to tickle the back of his throat. As he moaned against her scales, her head drifted downwards, playfully nuzzling against lengths of her own scale as she took her time getting down to her target.
The coils around Shawn’s groin parted, his full, throbbing member standing freely between two turns as Gretta’s forked tongue tickled along the tip. Shawn’s muffled noises grew in volume as he attempted to squirm in her grip. Those coils tightened and that tail tip delved deeper and deeper into his mouth with every turn of those blue ringed scales. Their girth grew by the moment, threatening to block out all light as her possessive, needy grip intensified.
Her tongue ceased its teasing, flipping forwards to curl its thick length in a wet loop around his shaft, painting downwards in a candy cane stripe that knew just how to move, just where to touch, just how tight to squeeze to draw those powerless, muffled moans from the object of her attentions.
With her size, her tongue was long, flowing down along the base of his shaft to tease along his balls as well, sparing nothing, that merciless sensation of overwhelming bliss.
Shawn was truly beyond conscious thought now, his body her instrument to play. She was a master of the craft as she squeezed, caressed, held and saw to his every pleasureful button, pushing them like a master operator, entombing him in tongue and scale.
Shawn was on a hair trigger, her earlier teases and the sheer beauty of her body was too much. His back would arched if he’d had the space, but all he could do was shudder, and only mildly then as she teased that orgasm from his body. Rope after rope of cum shot from the end of his cock and onto her skilled tongue as she suspended him in pleasure for what might have been an hour or what might have been a few seconds, telling was impossible. He came down from that heavenly high, her tail delighting itself in the warmth of his throat for just a moment longer, before it retreated, slipping from between his lips. A strand of his saliva connected him to her, symbolic for a moment of her ownership before it snapped in the cool air of the apartment.
“Mmmmm….now tell me, Shawn, do I know how to entertain a guest? Or do I know how to entertain a guest?”
“Mmmphm….” Was all Shawn managed to say.
Gretta giggled, the tip of her tail stroking his cheek, still wet from its time inside his mouth. “Aww, all tuckered out? Well then…” Her eyes stared deeply into his, that brilliant green drawing in his own vision like a whirlpool of beauty. “I think it’s time you slept, Shawn...and what better bed than my coils, hmmm?”
“Mmphmmph….” Shawn mumbled, his expression one of placid bliss.
Her coils began to close in on him, the tip of her tail not stopping as it usually did. It drew thicker and thicker coils up in its wake, encircling his features. Every added inch of girth closed in around his face, his skin covered more and more by the smooth, cool turns of her massive body. His chin vanished, then his cheeks, his hair, his forehead, his nose and mouth peeking out at her smiling visage, the full moon shining brilliantly in the background. His last mumble was muffled by the all encompassing embrace of those coils curling over his lips, his eyes and nose the last of his senses to be free of her, before those two were closed within her ever turning coils, the whole of Shawn’s body hidden beneath her’s as she settled about the room, resting her head atop the cocooned mass that was Shawn, indistinguishable from any other length of looping coiled scale within the living room.
“Sleep now, Shawn….Sleep and dream of my coils, holding you, binding you, giving you the endless pleasure we both know you crave….” With that, her eyes closed, resting her chin on a length of her coils, her own living pillow, and drifted off to a peaceful dose, Shawn’s blushing warmth lulling her off to her own dreams.
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The next morning, Shawn’s eyes fluttered open. He blinked a few times, recalling the strangest most vivid dream he had ever had. His hands groped around the bed blindly, until he realized he couldn’t quite feel the edge of it, and it was far softer than he remembered...His eyes widened. This wasn’t his bed…
He sat up, looking around. The bed he was in currently was the size of a family pool, round and covered in silken sheets. His heart raced for a moment as his brain strained to catch up, before they landed on Gretta, laying there, totally naked under the sheets, drawn up to cover her breasts and preserve a bit of modesty.
“Morning Shawn.”
Shawn’s mouth opened and closed in shock. “L-last night….t-that…”
“Happened, yes~” She purred. “Look at your arms.”
Shawn looked down as she’d asked him to, to see that little diamond patterns had been impressed on nearly every inch of them….along with his chest….and sides….and legs…. His eyes widened further.
Gretta chuckled, tossing the sheets from her body with a flourish and hopping out of bed. “And it’ll happen again, believe that.” She turned and walked to the kitchen, Shawn blushing bright red as the lines of her back and the curve of her exposed rump sauntered away into the living room proper. She paused to look over her shoulder, and it was a very nice shoulder. “Until then, let me know, do you like bacon or sausage with breakfast?”
Shawn was silent for several moments, before a sense of acceptance, and perhaps more than a small amount of excitement passed over him. “B-bacon.”
“Bacon it is.” Gretta gave him a wink, and headed off to cook.
After a moment’s hesitation, Shawn got up and followed.
It was going to be a very strange adjustment….but Shawn had a feeling he could learn to like this new shift in perspective…
 
 
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