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Story, idea & plot by Try / @twoathingortry
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Mels & Lusje

The snake coiled itself around his arm, its snout inches away from the magician’s face. Its tongue flickered, as a voice entered his mind softly.

You seem distant. Not in a ‘demon takin’ over your mind’ kind of way, either, the voice spoke.

Mels blinked once, twice; then, they turned to the snake. They exhaled a bit of air, then focused his eyes along the scales just above the snake’s nostrils.

“It’s nothing, just busy up here,” he said, tapping their temple as they did.

You seem to be busy up there a lot, I don’t understand it. Just say what’s on your mind. I’m a bit more attuned to the inner workin’s of the human head than most, if we’re being honest, the voice spoke again, as the snake’s head tilted slightly to the left.

“Yet, you can’t seem to understand personal privacy sometimes,” Mels huffed, their mouth forming the upper edges of a smile. Comedy wasn’t exactly one of their strong suits, and he was still getting used to being more of a charismatic figure in public. His awkwardness was strongest in private, moments with Lusje where the two could speak more freely.

Listen, kid, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care, the voice continued as the snake swam through the cool air toward Mel’s middle. Brushing the side of its head against the performer’s subtle belly poking through the unbuttoned white shirt, it slowly uncoiled itself from their arm and instead began to sit in their lap. It almost glared toward Mel’s small bump as the voice said, I wouldn’t pretend to care if this wasn’t a result of our arrangement. I’m not just in this for my own gains, you know, the voice seemed to chastise.

Mel sighed and placed a gentle hand atop the crest of their stomach. Inside they could feel subtle movements: their guts slowly churning their large meal from this morning; the….entities inside, shifting in small amounts; and their breath putting slight pressure against his stomach every time he took a breath. The sensations weren’t necessarily painful nor pleasurable exactly; they were complex feelings, just like those feelings that occupied his mind and his heart.

What are we? they thought to themself, still unsure exactly if Lusje could read their mind. Is this like… a relationship? Is Lusje my boyfriend- er, girlfriend? Partner? What’s the word for a demon who uses your womb and leaves its seed there, but not in an exclusively romantic way? Again, Mel’s mind began to swarm with questions, as their eyes began to gloss over again. The snake quickly whipped its head up and waved its tail in front of the performer’s distant expression.

Hey! Stop that, it's almost creepy, the voice again rang out, causing Mels to shake his head. Instead, he began to rub the upper curve of their stomach, feeling those gut churns that no longer immediately made them sick to think about. They had started to grow accustomed to the new sense of hunger and gastronomical desire that Lusje’s arrangement demanded. Their hunger wasn’t so mind-numbingly embarrassing or disgusting, though they’d refrain from calling it a welcoming feeling yet. Instead, the hunger was a new paradigm, one that Mels had become adjusted to as well as they could be with a belly that changed size too often to keep up with.

“I’m hungry,” the magician stated, and slowly stood up. They offered a hand to the snake, who promptly coiled around their hand once more. The snake’s head slithered to his inner hand, where it pressed against the crease running diagonally across his palm. The skin of the snake hardened, its scales shifting from a natural texture to one of wood or even soft metal, and the snake’s body poured down from Mel’s hand. It hardened as it did, and the one quick-moving snake suddenly transformed into a cane underneath the magician’s grasp. Mel, holding the head of said cane, began to re-button their shirt, noting that their middle was starting to stretch the material–“Better bring a coat,” he muttered as they stepped over to their closet.

Stumbling back into their apartment, Mels let out a wet belch, wincing as they slowly sank into the mattress once more. Their stomach, now bulging several inches further ahead of them than just an hour before, let out another series of squelches. The contents of their stomach groaned, fighting for space against the current occupants of their womb.

The cane fell against the bed, quickly regaining its movement and shifting back into the slithering creature it was before. Fuckin’ hell, hun, you were hungry, huh?

“Fuck–” Mels groaned before another smaller burp escaped their thin lips. With the most gentle touch that they could master, they slowly spread their fingertips over the taut curve of their upper stomach, feeling the very subtle churn of the buffet feast underneath.

Granted, buffets are your best bet for taking care of these cravin’s, the voice continued as the snake lifted its head closer to Mels’ stomach. Lots of food for the cheap, good call, kid.

“S-Shut–” The kid placed his hands over their mouth and lurched slightly. “Guh, I’m still not used to this feeling,” they sighed as they leaned back, pulling up their button-up to expose their bloated stomach. “Do me a favor and rub this, would you?” They asked, the post-feast food coma threatening to take them in. Hands to the sides of their stomach, they moaned at the movements from deep within their gut.

Yeah, yeah, I gotcha, kid, the snake slowly slithered over. Rubbing its head against the convex side of Mels’ stomach, the creature slowly lowered its tail above the belly, gently rubbing small, continuous circles along the front, right about the belly button. With the smallest pressure, the snake pressed its snout against their tummy at various spots, causing a deep rumble every time to build up underneath the stretched skin.

Each snout press led to Mels belching just a moment after, sighing every time. The two continued their newfound ritual of belly rubs and presses, easing the pressure that continued to build for several minutes. If one were to pass by the door and eavesdrop, they would hear a young, soft voice slowly burping and moaning and whispering to no one in particular.

Only after several minutes had passed and his stomach no longer felt like it was about to burst did Mels slowly sit up and stretch their arms. Giving their stomach a well-deserved pat, Mels finally stood up and placed their hands on their hips.

“Well then, back to practicing,” they said, looking down at the waiting snake.

Finally, the creature groaned. You know you’d get more use outta this if you practiced right when your stomach’s at max capacity, right?

The magician just chuckled and pat the creature on the head, their other hand gently stroking back and forth atop their fecund form. “Shut up, let’s do some magic already.” The snake nodded, and a soft, sparkling light began to form between its head and Mels’ fingertips. In a flash, they were gone, only the soft silhouette of Mels’ body still pressed against the mattress.