Wanderlust: Serpentine Shenanigans

By: Zarius

	It’d been almost a week since Claire last had her womb occupied, and her Carnal depths were starting to tingle. Claire had learned to recognise when her carnal desires were close to boiling over, and today spelled yet another morning where she had to wash the bedsheets soaked in her overnight leakage of both breastmilk and her liquid arousal. Her breasts had gradually increased in size over the past few weeks. When Claire first noticed her growth, she’d gone from a modest Cup, to a massive F cup. Her breast size quickly plateaued at around a G cup and stayed there, sometimes engorging their way to a double G as they filled with milk. Claire sighed as she meticulously dismantled her bedspread.	

Of course her breasts weren’t the only things that had grown over the past few weeks as her thighs, hips, and butt all received similar blessings, giving her an almost broodmother like figure, sans the potbelly and chub. Claire yawned her usual yawn as she carried her soaked bedspread over to the laundromat opposite her apartment door. Perks of being on the first floor. Claire thought to herself as she shoved her bedsheets into an available washing machine.

Liquid arousal dripped from her crotch and onto the floor in tandem with her steps. It was here that the doe remembered that she had yet to get dressed. Claire gave one last exasperated sigh before continuing with her laundry. Her arousal stoking fires in the back of her mind as her velvety lips ground against each other with every step. The doe silently moaned under her breath after a particularly stimulating rub of her thighs against each-other coaxed a small spattering of her fluids as she had a miniscule orgasm. A hot blush spread across Claire’s muzzle as she took a deep breath before steadying herself and starting the washing machine.

This was Claire’s new normal, though the slickness soaking into her crotch was something she could mitigate by regaining self control, her leaking breasts were another matter as they were starting to slosh with each jiggling bounce. Claire’s more recent technique of regaining control over herself was to suckle on her massive mammaries until they were empty, basically giving her a free half gallon of milk from each drained breast. At the moment Claire didn’t bother to wait for common decency on account of the fact that she was in the apartment’s laundromat, nude, and sporting a thoroughly soaked crotch would destroy any notion of said decency. Claire nonchalantly took a breast and popped her nipple into her mouth and started suckling.

Much to Claire’s expectations, she’d calmed down alot as she started suckling on her engorged teat. However her cloying arousal stuck to her crotch and constantly wafted her needy scent up to her nose, unwittingly giving her a dose of her own pheromones every so often. Feeling her lust return, she rather quickly finished with her first, before the doe brought the remaining unattended breast up to her mouth and started suckling in the hopes of quelling her arousal enough to at least get her out of the laundromat and back into her apartment. Which she rushed towards in case her suckling proved fruitless.

It’d been almost two weeks since Spaghetti had last been fed and she was getting pretty hungry for more than a handful of frozen rabbits. The 20ft python was wondering whether or not Claire was going to get her food today when the apartment door flung open and closed just as fast, Spaghetti almost reflexively shot back at the sudden rapid movement before her attention drew itself to Claire basically standing there right outside of her enclosure, all the while Claire was sucking on her breast..

As soon as Spaghetti started wondering about why Claire was standing there, the glass door to her Enclosure swung open as the increasingly horny doe reached in and firmly grasped her by the back of her head. Before the python could even react her entire world became a familiar warm and moist world as her head was shoved into Claire’s awaiting and ravenous pussy. 

Claire barely made it back to her apartment in time as her arousal was once again getting the best of her, and as soon as her apartment door closed she resolved herself to get Spaghetti inside her luscious chamber willingly or not. The python certainly wasn’t amused at being yanked from her home so abruptly and tried to back out of Claire’s snatch. Not that Spaghetti really made any progress as Claire placed her other hand farther down on the python’s body and shoved. The force pushing the annoyed python’s head past the doe’s awaiting cervix and into her hungry womb.

All too familiar contractions started hammering the doe’s hungry cavern, rippling her velvety walls, and sucking in about three inches of unamused python with each shudder. Claire threw her head back in ecstasy as the contractions started sending waves of rapturous pleasure rippling throughout her form, each Schlurrk loudly announcing each progressive contraction for all to hear. Thanks to the pythons’ sleek form, Claire’s ravenous contractions were slurping up Spaghetti like… spaghetti. In a matter of a few rapturous minutes half of the python disappeared into the doe’s hungry cunt aided by the periodic squelches of her periodic orgasms spraying doe cum all over the exposed serpentine form and lubricating her unwarranted dive as she was slurped into the awaiting cunt.

Naturally the doe’s belly ballooned in size as Spaghetti slowly disappeared into her womb. Several more minutes passed before the last of the python was sucked into the doe’s hungry cunt with an echoing SCHLUUCK. The humid warmth was just as inviting as Spaghetti remembered, but she wanted out, and so got to squirming about as best as she could in the hopes of finding the exit to Claire’s womb. A contented, devious smile washed across the doe’s face as she massaged her engorged middle, reveling once more in the sensations of being filled as the python’s erratic activity made her belly and breasts dance around in tandem with her squirming. “Sorry about that Spaghetti, it’s just been too long since I had either you or Will inside me.” Claire sighed as she gave her belly a gentle slap accompanied by more rubs, “I just need this for a day and I promise I’ll let you out.”

After spending the next twenty minutes hugging, and fondling her encumbered middle, Claire waddled over to her fridge and gathered the makings of her breakfast. The Standard bacon and eggs were now accompanied by a 12 ounce steak, a hefty salad, two sizeable tubs of yogurt, and a whole gallon of orange juice. All of which was prepared and consumed with ravenous gusto, the steak was the luckiest as Claire didn’t even bother with cutting up or chewing it, but instead opted to swallow the whole twelve ounces in one gulp, leaving an obvious bulge trail down her fuzzy neck and disappear into her awaiting stomach with a resounding GLURK. The salad disappeared as quickly as the bacon and the eggs as fast as the yogurt. To finish off her breakfast Claire chugged and chugged at the orange juice until only a few scant drops remained in the jug. Claire sat back and gave a contented sigh as her hunger was finally sated.

After regaining her composure Claire took a shower, got dressed and went for her morning run. Throughout the jostling Spaghetti started plotting for some kind of revenge against Claire for shoving her in here without warning. She didn’t really know how she would get revenge, but that didn’t stop ideas from forming. As Claire’s run continued, Spaghetti managed to find her cervix and meticulously worm her way out, exposing her head to the fresh air. Much to Spaghetti’s delight, the doe hadn’t noticed her protrusion into Claire’s crotch. Spaghetti decided she’d look around Claire’s surroundings in the hopes of finding some way to get her revenge.

As Claire ran, her bounteous gut slowly started sloshing and gurgling as her womb flooded with liquid desire. Much to her shock Claire spotted a sight seldom seen in the city, a feral deer. Claire remembered hearing about the “great ascent” from her biology and history classes. Her thoughts swam in awe as she recounted a few visits to the zoo as a girl, and was always enamored at the sight of her kind’s origins. Claire was so focused on taking in the sight of the feral doe that she almost failed to notice its approach. When it got close enough, Claire gently knelt down and offered an outstretched hand. Spaghetti saw her opportunity.

No sooner had the feral doe gave Claire’s hand a curious sniff that Spaghetti launched herself halfway out of Claire’s snatch and coiled her now exposed half around the wild doe’s neck. Claire couldn’t even jump back in shock as Spaghetti’s coils tethered her to the animal. Desperate to get her revenge as quickly as possible, Spaghetti didn’t even bother constricting the doe before she ate it, instead opting to stretch her maw around the struggling doe’s snout before partially uncurling herself from it’s neck to shove its head into her throat.

Claire looked on in bewilderment as Spaghetti slowly enveloped the doe’s head and neck. As much as she was shocked, the doe’s fervent struggling was sending ripples down Spaghetti’s body, causing the python to tumble and squirm about in her cunt. The pleasure she got from the incessant wriggling as Spaghetti continued to swallow the struggling deer was clouding her judgment as she let out a needy moan, the depravity of the situation pushing her buttons as she watched the wild doe’s barrel chest disappear into Spaghetti’s length. Shock turned to lustful awe as Claire watched Spaghetti continue to work the wild doe into her length, spurring her to slowly lean in and stroke on Spaghetti’s length.

Spaghetti had managed to swallow most of the doe when she felt Claire touch her neck. Thinking Claire was trying to stop her, Spaghetti picked up the pace of her swallowing, managing to shove all but the doe’s hindquarters into her maw in an instant, before pointing her head skyward, giving one final gulp, and completely engulfing the wild doe’s furiously struggling body. The action of swallowing the wild doe pulled another couple feet of Spaghetti’s length, coaxing an intense squelching orgasm out of Claire as the intense stimulation had brought her to her knees.

Spotting Claire’s position, Spaghetti decided to toy around with Claire some more by meticulously pushing and pulling a couple of feet of her length in and out of the doe’s velvety snatch, effectively turning herself into a giant living dildo as her furiously squirming meal continued to work it’s way deeper towards her awaiting stomach. After only a minute of working her meal deeper, Spaghetti felt the squirming doe slide into her stomach. The python glanced at Claire with a devious look before picking up the pace of her striations. Once Spaghetti felt like she had drawn this out long enough, she slowly wormed her way back into Claire’s furiously squelching pussy.

For every inch of herself Spaghetti wormed back in, another wet SCHLURK sounded off. To really get her revenge, Spaghetti purposefully slowed down and stopped her retreat into Claire’s velvety snatch over the midpoint of her squirming bulge. 

The combined girth of the doe’s barrel chest and Spaghetti’s natural girth had managed to stretch Claire’s pussy to it’s orgasmic limits, the python then slowly, purposefully slinked her engorged, squirming girth back out of Claire’s slickened depths until she reached the end of the bulge with a long, drawn out, and wet, SHLUUUUUSH. Spaghetti gave one last mischievous look, before restarting her retreat back into Claire’s snatch and shoving the bulge back in up to its squirming midpoint with an equally loud, long, and lewd SCHLUUUUUCK. The cyclical stretching as Spaghetti used her bulge full of fervently squirming wild doe as some kind of dementedly sacreligious, living dildo was driving Claire up a wall. Each gyration of Spaghetti’s fervently squirming bulge gave Claire another rapturous orgasm, each orgasm let out a lewd SQUELCH, each squelch shot more of Claire’s carnal honey all over Spaghetti and her crotch, lubricating Spaghetti’s gyrations and feeding the vicious cycle of the python’s orgasmic revenge.

Once Spaghetti felt like Claire had enough, some twenty minutes later, she stopped acting like a devious, serpentine dildo, and started shoving the rest of her still fervently squirming bulge back into Claire’s thoroughly abused, abundantly slick tunnel, sending more waves of rapture across Claire’s exhausted, shuddering form. Within five minutes Spaghetti had completely retreated into Claire’s womb, almost 110 pounds heavier with a full, squirming gut, before she curled herself into a giant writhing ball of self satisfied serpent, and drifted off to sleep to digest. Once again ballooning Claire’s stretched middle to a size it hadn’t been in almost a week.

It took almost an hour for Claire to gather enough strength to get back on her hooves and finish her jog with the deepest blush she’d ever experienced, all the while her massively engorged womb continued to slosh and groan around its stuffed serpentine occupant as she ran. “Damn it Spaghetti.” She muttered under her breath as she finished her run with a horny smile and booked it back to her apartment.