Garter-Lamia are, of course, smaller versions of their
larger cousins, ranging from one to two feet long. Lacking the ferocious size
or the venomous fangs, in the wild Garter-Lamia mostly feed on insects,
rodents, or the occasional unlucky fairy or gnome. Following the great magical
resurgence, many magical creatures began interacting with humanity again, and Lamia
of all sizes were no exception. Garter Lamia quickly became popular pets.
Garter Lamia and You, Introduction
…
“Wake up Apple,” Darren said, gently knocking on the glass
of the terrarium.
“Morning master!” the tiny green Lamia exclaimed, slithering
out of the tiny rock den set amidst the sand. She had a shimmering emerald
tail, along with a pair of green amphibians looking ears and a handful of verdant
scales creeping up her cheeks. Her hair was long, all the way down her back,
the same shimmering shade as her snakelike lower half.
Her top half was that of a young woman, wearing a simple
white cotton shirt, one of the many tiny clothing options that the pet store
included for those who wished to preserve their pets some modesty. She had a
somewhat round face, one that made her smile seem broad and cheerful, and a
perfect hourglass figure right down to where her legs would have begun. Darren
didn’t want to admit it, but he’d found his eyes lingering on a pair of breasts
that were probably the size of grapes, but on that figure were… impressive.
He winced, “You uh, you don’t have to call me that,” he chuckled
nervously, “also, are you sure you like the name Apple? I mean we could look up
a name from your country if you-“
“No! Apple is great!” she beamed, “I’m hungry, stop wasting
time and gimme breakfast!” her excited expression quickly turned to a sour
frown as he dropped a handful of dry pellets into the terrarium. “Come on!” she
whined, “give me some of that toast you’re eating, it smells soooo good
master!”
“The book says you need a lot more protein than humans do,”
he explained, “what if we have pizza for dinner, will that be okay?”
Her eyes leapt up, “O-Okay!” she quickly snatched up one of
the pellets, tossing it into her mouth and swallowing it with false enthusiasm,
“mmmm, look at me eating healthy!” she beamed.
“That’s my girl,” he laughed, “hey, I was going to hit the
gas station before work, want to come?”
Her squeal of excitement was the only answer he needed, and
he stuck his arm into the glass enclosure. He felt the snakelike scales slither
up his forearm as the tiny Lamia climbed up his skin. He fought the ticklish
urge as she went up under his shirtsleeve, then appeared up around his neck,
casually wrapping herself around it like a little scarf and settling the humanlike
half of her body next to his left ear.
Satisfied that she was securely in place, he walked out the
door. The gas station was just across the street from his apartment, and Apple
looked around excitedly at the sights and sounds of the city. She giggled gleefully
as the electronic doors of the gas station opened on their own, a small *ding*
echoing to let the shopkeeper know they’d arrived.
Darren casually selected a popular energy drink brand, and after
a moment of thought, a pack of gum.
“Master, what are M&Ms?” Apple asked, pointing to a
brown package.
“Chocolate,” he said nonchalantly, putting his purchases on
the counter.
“Will you buy me some?”
“No, they’re bad for you.”
Apple hissed, and stuck out her small snakelike tongue at
him in annoyance.
“Are you sure that thing is safe?” the clerk asked, a
balding middle-aged man who began ringing up Darren’s purchases nervously.
“Yes, Apple wouldn’t hurt a-“ he stopped, he’d watched her coil
and spring into the air and catch a fly at one point, “she wouldn’t hurt anyone,”
he finished.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t hurt anyone!” she said, crossing her arms
angrily. He felt her squeeze his neck just a little tighter, and he reached up
and gently stroked her hair. The grip of her tail loosened a little, and she
leaned into his finger.
Darren paid, then headed back across the street to drop
Apple off. She started pouting the moment they crossed the threshold, and he
distinctly heard a *hmph* as she crossed her arms, waiting for him to put her
back in her terrarium.
“Look, you can’t come to work with me, but what if I leave
the TV on?” he asked.
Her pointed green ears twitched slightly, “and… maybe let me
pick toppings on the pizza?” she inquired.
He rolled his eyes, “sure, you only ever want extra meats
anyway.”
“Meat lovers!” she squealed with joy as he clicked on the
television in his bedroom. He flipped the channels a moment, landing on the
Monstergirl Network, which was coincidentally running a special on Lamia. He
smirked, then dropped the remote into her terrarium, she knew well how to use
it, and as he went out the door she coiled around it, enraptured by the
announcer explaining Lamia hunting habits.
“For these primitive tribesmen, there was no greater
predator than the terrifying hundred foot tall Grand Lamia,” the program
cut to a re-enactment, showing a group of scared humans being towered over by a
grinning snake girl, her snakelike tongue flittering out as she licked her
lips.
“Oooh!” Apple whispered excitedly, imagining herself in the
position of that larger cousin… though instead of primitive tribesmen there was
a certain dirty blonde office worker, in his khakis and white button up shirt… “Goodbye
master!” she called as the object of her fantasy closed the door behind him.
…
“So you did it, you bought a pocket snake,” Chuck, his
deskmate growled in amusement as the two logged in to their workstations for
the day.
“Yeah, it’s weird,” he muttered, “it’s more like having a
roommate than a pet… she talks, and she’s pretty smart, like she doesn’t know a
lot, but she picks it up quickly.”
“I don’t know man,” Chuck said, “you’re not worried that she
might be… a little unsafe?”
“She’s just a cute little noodle,” he laughed, “and besides,
she seems pretty nice.”
“Look man, she’s got a human face, mostly, but she’s not a
human girl, she’s got other instincts,” Chuck insisted, “did you read up on
these things much before you bought one?”
“No, but at this point I couldn’t imagine sending her back to
that store,” Darren sighed, “once I realized she was really talking and not
just mimicking me or whatever, I even offered to take some vacation time and bring
her back to the jungle where she got caught, but she’s insisting she wants to
stay.”
“Yeah, most of them seem pretty… comfortable here,” Chuck
muttered, “but I don’t trust them.”
“Oh, come on,” Darren said, rolling his eyes, “what’s the
worst that could happen?”
…
Garter Lamia introduced to human society can be highly
impressionable and somewhat naïve. It is important to know that they often
become infatuated with their new owners, if the owner is a male around the same
age as them this can quickly take on a romantic or sexual context. Be warned
that Lamia in the wild are naturally dominant creatures, and while Garter Lamia
typically reproduce with male fairies, their larger cousins have a tendency to simply
take humans they find attractive. Now while you may not think this a problem, given
your respective sizes, it’s important to remember that Garter-Lamia are a very
intelligent and opportunistic hunter…
Garter Lamia and You, Chapter 4: Your Lamia’s Mind
…
“Hehe, stupid humies,” Apple giggled, watching the Lamia in
the special easily catch the human hunting party in the dramatic re-enactment.
“For this party,” the narrator said solemnly, “the
hunt has ended with them as the hunted.” The re-enactment showed the large lamia
drop the leader, flailing and screaming into her mouth, the screen cut to black
and Apple scowled. These “educational” programs always stopped before anything
good happened.
The world was a tame place these days anyways, she knew that
much. The Grand Lamia was probably a volunteer actress from some reservation somewhere,
the “tribesmen” just actors… Darren had told her there weren’t many wild Lamia
of any size left, apparently the human sized ones were even working jobs…
she hissed in distaste.
She looked up at the terrarium lid, and began slithering up
the side of the glass. While the main lid was too heavy to lift, she could easily
pop the drop feeding latch open, and a moment later she slithered out, having
free reign of Darren’s bedroom.
She hummed happily to herself as she slithered between cast
off socks, a handheld gaming console, and a food wrapper. She paused a moment,
eying it, but sighed when she saw that there weren’t any good-sized chip crumbs
to scavenge. She began slithering her way up the pole of Darren’s desk, finally
reaching the apex where her prize, his computer, waited.
Using her tail, she was able to move his mouse, and she
quickly typed his password using the point of the same powerful appendage, clacking
the keys one at a time. All of the Lamia at the pet store knew how to use a PC
of course, they’d often sneak out together and play with the owner’s after closing
time, here was a lot better because she didn’t have twenty hissing “sisters”
all arguing over what to do and trying to clack the keys at once. His password
had been easy enough to get too, he simply typed it in while she watched. She giggled;
he did a lot of things without realizing she was watching intently… like
getting dressed…
She shook her head, clearing it of images of Master’s body
and turning back to the computer. Quickly she navigated to one of her favorite
webpages, GarterGarden, while the forum advertised itself as a forum for garter
Lamia enthusiasts, the truth was that almost every user on the forum was a
Garter-Lamia.
…
Many Garter Lamia who become infatuated with their
masters begin to fantasize that they would have more romantic success with him
if they were bigger. Obviously, this is an impossible dream, but a concerning
trend in pet Lamia is a tendency to devise schemes to render their master
smaller, ranging from their own size, to that closer to their traditional prey.
It is advised that Garter Lamia owners do not keep shrinking powders, elixirs,
or rays in their home.
Garter Lamia and You Chapter 5: Master?
…
Apple giggled as she logged into her own profile, “ApplePie,”
and began posting to her friends about her unfolding plans. Soon Master… no,
Darren, she would be able to call him Darren once it happened, soon Darren, would
be at a size that would make everything so much easier.
Apple fumed at the other user, implication!? She thought
angrily, I’m in love with Master, and he’s in love with me! He just doesn’t
know it!
…
“Is she cute?” Chuck asked, handing Darren a cup of coffee.
Darren took the bitter brew and sipped it, hiding a smile, “she’s
half snake.”
“I didn’t ask if she was half snake, I asked if she was
cute,” Chuck said with a smirk.
“Yeah, she’s super cute,” he admitted, “all Lamia are-“
“Scale chaser,” Chuck teased.
“Look, she’s just a scared little Garter Lamia, I already
feel bad that she got grabbed from her home and sold to me as a pet, I don’t
want to make it weirder for her by perving on her, okay?”
Chuck just rolled his eyes and went back to work.
Darren scowled, “look, she probably would never be
interested in a human guy that way, I think they would usually mate with
fairies or something in the wild.”
“The bigger ones sure seem to like human guys,” Chuck
muttered, “the really big ones too.”
“Apple probably just sees me as a friend,” Darren said
dismissively.
…
“YES MASTER! CONFESS YOUR LOVE TO ME!” Apple moaned, her
long tail constricted around the anime figurine on the desk. She’d coiled
herself around it, pretending it was Darren as she kissed the plastic face and
fantasized about what she’d do to him when he was that size. “I’m never letting
you grow back!” she cried, throwing her arms around the figurine’s torso, “you’ll
be mine forever!”
There was a crack as the plastic figure caved in, the legs
and arms snapping beneath her squeezing tail. She squealed in surprise, falling
to the desk and looking sheepishly at the destroyed toy.
“Oops…” she muttered. She flittered her tail out in annoyance,
her hand drifting low and lifting up her long white t-shirt to feel her dripping
wet womanhood. Still pretty worked up, she thought, staring back to the
computer. She grinned, then slithered back over to it, there was always one
website that could scratch the itch when she got like this.
…
Excerpt from Garter Lamia and You, Chapter 9, Larger
Society
It should come as no surprise that full size Lamia, often
integrated with human society, have their own online communities. Garter Lamia
will often gravitate towards these, fitting in seamlessly with their larger relatives.
This will extend beyond forums on recreation and hobbies and often into the
distasteful realm of pornography. As mentioned, Garter-Lamia can be somewhat impressionable
upon introduction to human society, so it is important to monitor their web
access, in particular we warn owners to be wary of visits to the site called-
…
“Good ol’ SNEKKED.COM!” Apple said excitedly, loading up the
site. The top banner showed a nervous looking human sitting on a couch while a
group of Lamia smiled eagerly behind him.
An autoplay video began, showing a grinning blue scaled
Lamia, “what’s up sssssisters,” she hissed, “today we’ve got the cutest humies
learning their spot on the food chain!”
“AT THE BOTTOM!” Apple said at the same time as the blue
Lamia.
As usual she started with videos of humans and normal sized
Lamia, watching eagerly as the actor, an athletic looking human boy, struggled
in the coils of a pair of giggling snake girls.
“Uh oh, our boy toy seems to be stuck…” a green one said,
ruffling his hair.
“Careful toy, don’t cum on those scales or you’ll be washing
them off!” a pink haired one giggled.
Judging from the way the male actor cried out and arced his
back, the movements of the Lamia’s tails against him had had the desired
effect.
Note to self, Apple
groaned, fingering her dripping womanhood as she watched the video on the massive
computer monitor, make master wash my scales…
She grinned eagerly and pulled up
the next video, one she usually saved for last…
Grand Lamia were rare, the hundred
foot tall behemoths had been predators of humanity for centuries, striking fear
and despair into the hearts of man. Today their descendants were more agreeable,
living on reserves or in rural areas, content to live quiet lives and mostly
befriend humans rather than eating them.
Of course, that’s not what SNEKKED.COM
was about.
The video began, showing a
towering colossus of a snake-woman, blue in color, hovering over a trio of
frightened looking humans, all well endowed and with chiseled muscles. Apple
hissed excitedly as she saw one had a very similar haircut, color, and facial
features as Darren did.
“Hey boys,” the gigantic Lamia
rumbled with a giggle.
“Run!” one of the humans shouted,
and the trio scattered.
“Yum, I love fast food,” the gigantic
Lamia giggled, slithering after them. She easily bowled over bushes and trees, leaning
down to pick up the first of the fleeing humans. “Hmm…” she darted out her tongue,
sliding it over him and tickling him in spite of his terror, “I know just where
to put you, cutie!” she giggled. She lowered him down to the valley between her
massive breasts, clothing for Grand Lamia was often fairly sparse, and this one
only wore a bra, just barely able to contain the massive breasts that jiggled
with each movement. The man cried out in panic and tried to climb out from
between those fleshy pillows, but a single finger of the gigantic Lamia came down,
pushing him between them and out of sight.
“Buh bye!” Apple giggled,
playfully waving to the screen as the human disappeared. She looked down at her
own chest, would master like that I wonder?
The Grand Lamia scanned her
surroundings as the video continued, her eyebrows shooting up in excitement as
she caught sight of the next human, this one a redhead with a chiseled physique
and six pack abs that made Apple’s mouth water as she fingered herself slowly
to the ensuing scene.
The snakelike body swirled around
the fleeing man, blocking his escape route with a tail the size of a train. The
coils slithered closer as she kept circling him, slowly reducing the amount of
open ground until the scaled walls closed in completely, squeezing his tiny
body upward and causing him to grunt as only his tiny head poked out.
“Now you are a pretty little
humie,” she mocked, reaching down to pluck his torso free. She grinned, letting
him dangle in front of her, his legs kicking the air futilely while her long
tongue snaked out, gently tickling its way up his leg, his inner thigh, and
then slobbering over his erection as the Lamia savored his fear.
“A good flavor…” she mused,
causing his eyes to go wide, “but… no, it would be a waste to gobble up a cutie
like you.” He seemed to sigh with relief, but then his eyes went wide again as
the gigantic Lamia began to slowly lower him down her body. Just before the scales
met the skin was a visibly moist pussy, and the Lamia held her prisoner before
it a moment, letting get a good look.
“No!” he begged, “please-“
“Mmm… now this is where you
belong!” the giant Lamia moaned, slowly shoving the squirming man inside her
most intimate opening. “Ahh…” she sighed, feeling the pleasure race up her
spine as the human’s thrashing brought her to new heights of arousal. Her
finger pressed against his back, driving him further up that pink tunnel and out
of sight. The giant girl patted her opening, slowly fingering her clit for a
moment and giggling. “He won’t be back out for a while…”
“One more!” Apple whispered to
herself, her own arousal coating her fingers as she kept touching herself, watching
the film reach its climax.
It was the human that looked just
like Darren, well admittedly a more muscular and certainly more… endowed,
version, but still the resemblance drove her wild. She watched as he tried to
sneak away, but the big Lamia’s head whipped around, and she slithered after
him across the grassy plain as he screamed and broke into a run.
“Get him!” Apple cheered, watching
as the Lamia made a pounce at the fleeing man. He disappeared from view a moment
as the enormous snake-woman dove, but as the camera circled around, she
grinned, opening her mouth to reveal the human thrashing, her long snake-tongue
wrapped around his torso as it brought him past her grinning lips.
The tongue slowly began to uncoil,
savoring every taste of the panicking human as columns and droplets of saliva fell
around him, preparing the mouth for the inevitable.
“Oh Master, you’ll taste soooo good,”
Apple moaned, leaning forward and drooling as she brought herself to climax,
watching the scene come to its inevitable conclusion.
The Grand Lamia slowly closed her
mouth, giving the camera one last good look at the human. The picture zoomed in
on her face, then with a wink to the viewer, she swallowed.
*GULP*
She trailed her finger down her
throat, and the camera angled down, showing the small bulge go down her neck, no
doubt settling in the dark recess of her stomach.
The Lamia gave just the slightest
burp, cupping her hand to her mouth and giggling, “yummy!” she beamed as the
video faded out.
“URRRGGGH…” Apple grunted,
doubling over as she came, panting as she fantasized about doing all of those
things to master. Why couldn’t I have been a Grand Lamia? She thought
wistfully, chasing cute humies over the Sahara all day… but I mean, I’d be
nice, they’d probably love it.
On the screen the video showed the
three human actors, coiled safely in the giant Lamia’s tail as the four began
the post shoot interview.
“You never go into one of these
things thinking you’re going to be eaten,” the one that looked like Darren
began, “but… it kinda comes with the territory.” Apple glanced at the screen
idly, her interest already fading. The model was covered in spit and gunk she
guessed was from the big Lamia’s stomach.
“It’s always such a rush!” the big
Lamia giggled, leaning down to the camera, “really just letting instinct run
wild, of course these little guys are perfectly safe…” she gently patted one’s
head, “we Lamia take so long to digest live prey that there’s plenty of time to
uh… extract, if you get what I mean.”
Apple sighed, slithering herself back
upright and wiping her wet fingers on her t-shirt. She slipped her tail around
the massive, to her, computer mouse, and navigated to some other pages.
…
Garter Lamia are very defensive
about their relationships with their masters, in light of the various shrinking
stories that circulate in the press and online, many Lamia will deny responsibility
or try to imply that perhaps humans should try being tiny around their garter-Lamia
themselves. This is not recommended, as noted garter-Lamia are still Lamia, and
have very strong mating instincts and prey-drive.
-Garter Lamia and You, Chapter
10: Shrinking, what’s the big deal?
…
Apple scowled as she read the
social media page, another human badmouthing garter-Lamias… Luckily it seemed
like there was some sense in the comments.
…
A knock at the door startled her,
and she grinned eagerly, slithering down the table leg again and onto the
floor. She raced across the carpet, ignoring the landscape of the massive apartment
she’d already thoroughly explored, and quickly leaned herself up so she could
peer through the mail slot.
A small box waited just outside
the apartment, a little package she’d ordered online using master’s credit
card. She giggled to herself as she slithered out the mail slot, tearing the
packaging open. She struggled a moment with the tape, but when she’d finally
managed to open it, she grinned excitedly.
The small blue bottle was maybe
the size of a container of nail polish, and Apple was just able to heft it over
her shoulder like a barrel as she slithered back up the door towards the mail
slot.
…
“Huh, that’s weird,” Darren
muttered, looking at his phone.
“What?” Chuck asked.
“I got a notification that my
package was delivered… I don’t remember ordering anything though.” Darren
quickly pulled up the order information, “shrinking elixir? Time release?”
“Oh dude, this is it!” Chuck
laughed, “your Lamia is going for it man, you’ve heard the stories!”
“Apple wouldn’t do that,” he insisted,
“she’s too sweet, it’s probably a mixup. My sister uses my account sometimes
and she wants to be a druid, it’s probably for a spell or something and she
ordered it to my address by mistake.”
“Denial ain’t just a river in
Egypt,” Chuck whistled.
Darren sighed, turning away from
his keyboard a minute, “Look, Apple is a cute little noodle, and there’s no way
she’s so crazy about me that she’d engage in some elaborate plan like you’re
thinking. She’s probably just relaxing under her heat lamp right now.”
…
Apple chuckled mischievously as
she hefted the shrinking elixir up onto the countertop. Master’s tea kettle was
sitting there on the stove, like always, waiting for him to make a light brew
when he got home from work.
“The perfect way to relax on a
Friday!” she giggled, pulling the dropper-cap out of the bottle of shrink elixir
as she approached the silver tea-kettle. She hoisted her body up to the spout,
gently using the dropper to squeeze exactly ten drops of the opaque blue liquid
down into the dark recesses. Master would come home, fill it with water and
then add his tea. According to the girls at Garter Garden, one of the most
common ways of getting your master with shrinking powders or elixirs was to add
them to his coffee, and if the stuff still worked in a hot pot of coffee, Apple
figured it would be okay in tea too.
She replaced the dropper cap,
hefting the bottle once more as she slithered across the counter, hiding it
deftly behind the rarely used blender. With a final mischievous giggle Apple began
slithering her way back to her terrarium.
…
Darren frowned as he saw the
package was already opened on his doorstep. If there ever was a shrinking
elixir in there, obviously porch pirates had gotten to it first. With a sigh
and a shrug, he turned the key and entered his apartment.
He quickly grabbed his tea kettle,
waiting for him on the stove, and filled it with water, placing the tea bags
inside and letting it begin to heat on the stove.
He whistled happily as he walked
into his room, “hey Apple!” he greeted, popping the top off her terrarium.
“Master!” she cried excitedly,
slithering up his arm and quickly reaching his neck. He felt her tighten like a
necktie, and he started as he felt her plant a tiny kiss on his cheek.
“W-What was that?” he chuckled
nervously.
“Just really happy to see you
home,” Apple said in a low voice. Was it his imagination? Or did those coils around
his neck get a little tighter?
“So what did you do today?” he
asked, walking back out into the apartment’s main room.
“Just watched some silly nature
shows,” Apple laughed, “why don’t you have a nice cup of tea and tell me about
your day?”
Too strong, Apple cursed herself,
he’ll get suspicious!
“Yeah okay,” Darren said, walking
to the whistling tea kettle, “there’s not much to tell, we’re still working on
that one account with-“
He droned on and on while Apple
watched him pour the cup intently, feeling her heart flutter with excitement. He
carried it over to the couch, sitting down and placing the tea on a coaster.
“And so Chuck and I think we’ll
probably get a quarterly bonus if things end well,” he finished.
Apple blinked, “oh uh, sorry,” she
giggled, “I spaced off there a bit, I was just thinking… do you have any full-size
Lamia working at your office?”
“Uh, I don’t know,” Darren
muttered uncertainly, “I haven’t seen any, why?”
“What do you think of them?” Apple
asked, slowly slithering down his arm and letting her body trail across the
coffee table.
“I mean, I hear they’re nicer than
you’d think,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “why, did you want to meet one or-“
“Do you think they’re sexy?” Apple
asked, chewing her lip a moment.
Darren froze, “I er… well that’s
uh-“ he cleared his throat, “hey, Apple, let’s just relax, let me finish my tea
and we’ll order that pizza I promised you, okay?”
“Yeah, finish your tea,” she said
with a smile, “then we can talk about dinner…”
Darren breathed a sigh of relief
to be off the difficult topic, then took a long sip of his tea. He frowned, it
was a little… bitter, moreso than usual. He finished the cup anyways, sitting
on the coaster and sighing.
“Now, do you want to order from-“
he blinked, swaying slightly as his vision went a little blurry. “W-Wha!”
Apple just started giggling, quickly
slithering down the leg of the coffee table, across the carpet, and then up onto
the couch next to him.
“How are you feeling Master?”
Apple asked in a teasing voice.
Darren couldn’t respond, he felt
his clothing rushing against his skin, an electric tingle seeming to fill every
pore as the world stretched and the ceiling above him moved away.
It’s happening, he realized
numbly. He stared at the teacup, or did as long as he could before his own
shirt billowed up around him, Apple, s-she shrank me!
He suddenly felt like such a fool,
ignoring so many warning signs, but the another, wilder thought hit him, but
if Apple shrank me, does that mean she… he gulped, the light of his living
room filtering in as his clothing collapsed around him like a deflating
bouncehouse, does Apple LIKE like me?
“Massssterrrr,” Apple hissed
playfully, pulling the collapsing cloth away from him, “where did you go?”
He saw his shirt lift away as he
struggled in the pool of his own boxer shorts, and Apple’s smiling face appeared
silhouetted by the light.
“Oh no!” she said in what she
hoped was convincing horror as she slapped her cheeks, “the tea master, it must
have been tainted somehow!”
“Somehow?” he asked, raising an
eyebrow and fighting the urge to laugh.
He grunted and waded through the
clothing, his cheeks burning at his nakedness as Apple guided him out and onto
the now immense couch. He took a minute to get his bearings, looking around at
his apartment, now an immense cavern stretching away from him, the ceiling
hanging overhead like some faraway sky.
He felt familiar smooth scales
against his skin suddenly, and before he knew it a long snake tail was coiling
around him, binding his legs together and pinning his arms at his sides. He gulped
as Apple slithered by, happily coiling him up. He guessed he was at most three
inches tall, leaving the foot and a half long Lamia to tower over him, the
human portion of her body alone leaving her at an Amazonian size in comparison
to his shrunken form.
“Don’t worry master… Darren,”
she cooed, brushing a finger against his cheek as the coils squeezed him
tighter, causing him to wheeze slightly, “I’m going to take care of you until
you grow back, you can trust your little Apple…”
“I know it was you!” he managed to
cough as her tail tightened its grip on him.
She froze, and there was a sudden
slack, giving him room to breathe, “N-No Darren, you’re just confused, the tea
was bad,” she protested, pointing to the cup, “s-see?”
“You put something in it!” he said
accusingly, “probably the elixir that got delivered today!”
Her eyes went wide, “I uh… your
sister uses your account too master, maybe it was her that ordered it!”
“The only way you could know she’s
on there is if you logged into it at some point!” he said, struggling to get
his arms free.
Apple stared at him a moment, and
silence filled the room. Tears welled in Apple’s eyes, and she blinked them
away with a sniff.
“WAAAHHHHH!” the crying started
unexpectedly, and Darren winced, if his arms weren’t pinned against him by the
powerful coils of the Lamia he would have clapped his hands over his ears. “I-I
had everything so well planned out,” she sobbed, “and you’re such a good
master,” she whined, wiping her nose as the tears spilled down, “I-I just
wanted to make you tiny, then I could… I could say stuff I wanted to say!” she
bawled again, clutching her face in her hands, “now everything’s ruined and
Master hates me!”
“Apple,” he sighed, unable to get
her attention in the midst of her crying, “APPLE!” he shouted, causing her to
look up. “I’m not going to pretend I’m happy about this,” he said sternly, “but
I don’t hate you, now can you let me go?”
She slowly uncoiled him, sniffing
and wiping the last tears away as he stepped out. He sighed as he realized he
was still naked, and with a throbbing erection the snake that had coiled him a
moment ago had no doubt felt against her as she’d constricted him.
“Does it wear off?” he asked,
looking around the massive room again.
“Y-Yeah, you’ll grow back to
normal on Sunday night,” Apple murmured.
“Okay then,” he sighed with relief.
He turned to the embarrassed snake girl, who wouldn’t meet his gaze. In spite
of himself he couldn’t help but smile, even at this size, looking up at her,
she was cute… “You said you needed to say something to me?”
“Uh huh,” she nodded.
“Well,” he gestured around, “I’m
already small, let’s make the best of it, what did you want to say?”
“Ma- Darren,” Apple started, “I
just reallylikeyouandIwantedtobeyourgirlfriendandmaybe-“
“Slow down!” he laughed, “you’re saying
I’m your type you want to be my… girlfriend?”
“Yeah!” Apple beamed, calming
down, “you’re really cute and fun, and you take care of me and take me neat
places, I was thinking that… you know, if you could see me… from this size, you
might think of me in a different way.” Her cheeks were red, and she looked at
him, swaying back and forth slightly as she waited for his response.
He suddenly felt nervous himself,
Apple was big now, even without her snake half she’d have no problem
manhandling him. He gulped and forced himself to calm down, this was Apple
at the end of the day.
“Yeah,” he said, fighting to keep
his voice from trembling, “okay, if you uh, want that, then maybe we should
try-“
“YAY!” she leapt at him, her coils
wrapping around him anew and crushing the air from his lungs as her arms came
around his back, burying his face in her massive breasts, smothering him
between them as she hugged him tight.
“MMFFF” he struggled to speak as
she ground herself against him. She felt his erection, and a smug grin came
over her face, “Oh look, what do we have here?” she separated from him
slightly, and her tail came around, expertly lifting itself under his arms, drawing
them up, and then curling around his hands, binding them together as she slowly
lifted him off the couch cushion.
“It looks like master does like
Lamia!” Apple said gleefully, “I’ve waited way too long for this…” her mouth
enveloped his cock, and he gasped, fighting to keep himself from moaning as her
slender tongue played up and down along it.
“Fuck,” he wheezed, he’d never
felt anything like this before, the Lamia’s tickling tongue playfully bringing
him close to the edge as he bucked and thrashed, held firm in her tail’s grip.
He came almost instantly, filling
her mouth with his seed, which she eagerly gulped down, savoring it until no
more remained. She gulped, pulling away from him with a sultry grin and
sticking that forked tongue out at him teasingly.
“Delicious,” she hissed. She released
his arms, letting him slump down into her coiled tail, which she loosened
slightly to give him some breathing room.
“T-That was… that was…”
“Awww…” Apple giggled, leaning
down to ruffle his hair, “poor master is speechless!” her fingers traced down
to the white fabric of her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it
aside, letting her immense breasts spill out, the pink nipples instantly
catching Darren’s eye. She slowly traced her fingers along them, playfully
jiggling them as he watched, spellbound.
He felt himself getting hard
again, and Apple grinned, “it’s good you’re so virile,” she said in a low husky
tone, “because we’re just getting started.” She uncoiled him completely,
beckoning him closer, “climb on my back,” she ordered, “put your arms around
me!”
He did as she asked, stepping over
her tail and clasping his hands together around her waist. He fought the urge
to yell in surprise as the tiny Lamia took off like a rollercoaster, jetting
down the coach and over the carpet like a freight train. He hugged tight, not
letting his grip loosen a bit as she reached his room and started up the leg of
the table where her terrarium waited. Thankfully she didn’t take long to scale
it, and a moment later the pair were dropping into the warm sandy cage through
the drop feeding hatch, the warmth of her heat lamp and the sand suddenly
giving him the sensation that he’d stepped from his apartment into the desert.
“Home sweet home!” she said
excitedly, gesturing around. “You’ve seen it all before, but probably not from
this angle,” she giggled.
“S-So what did you want to do in
here?” he stammered.
He was answered by the Lamia’s
human arms sweeping him off his feet, tossing him over her shoulder with a smirk
and slithering towards the darkened steeple of rocks that served as her den. Inside
was a small pile of cotton balls and straw which she’d used to make a small
bed, and she tossed him on it unceremoniously as she loomed in the entryway,
the light of the lamp outside framing her rising body and accentuating her
curves.
“See, this is what it was like for
humies like you who went exploring Lamia infested jungles,” she giggled,
slithering towards him, “just getting grabbed and hauled back to the nest for
some lovin!”
“L-“ he didn’t get the word out
before she was on him, grinding against him and forcing his renewed erection
into her dripping wet slit. She lifted him up, her tail coiling around him
again as she thrust at him, crying out with pleasure as the pressure on his
arms increased, forcing his body against her.
“YES!” she crowed, “You’re mine
Darren!” she said excitedly, “MINE!” he couldn’t argue, he couldn’t have
felt more helpless as his tiny pet ravaged him, her tight womanhood seeming to
squeeze and milk him in a way he hadn’t thought possible.
Her scales slid against him as the
tail tightened again, holding him perfectly in place while Apple controlled the
pace, clutching his head and forcing it between her breasts as the pair tumbled
over. His head hit the small cotton balls that served as her pillows, and he
felt her fingers through his hair as he struggled to breath in the valley of
her cleavage.
“Finish with me!” she begged in a
high mewling tone, picking up her speed and the pitch of her cries. He didn’t
have any choice, his entire being was wrapped up in her, and a moment later
when she went tense, squeezing him so hard he thought he would snap, he sprayed
into her, fighting feebly against her as his own orgasm raced up his spine.
“Whew,” Apple gasped, slowly going
slack and letting him tumbled into the mix of straw and cotton balls. She
collapsed next to him, reaching over and tucking his relatively smaller body
against hers, embracing him in the afterglow.
“If I’d have known that was going to
happen, I’d have chugged a shrinking potion a long time ago,” Darren muttered,
still stunned.
“See? It’s not so bad being small,”
Apple giggled, “especially when you’ve got someone to take care of you… like I
do.” She hugged him close, her tail curling around the two of them and pressing
them close together.
“You know, maybe a weekend in the
terrarium isn’t so bad,” Darren said with a goofy grin on his face, “this isn’t
a terrible size to be.”
“Well don’t get too used to
it,” Apple giggled.
He froze, “W-what do you mean?”
“The shrinking elixir is a time
release one,” she explained, “probably by tomorrow morning the next phase will
go into effect, and you’ll be about this big” she held her fingers up, showing
him.
“You’re kidding,” he breathed.
“Nope!” Apple said, snuggling him
against her cheek, “see, now we know what it would be like if I was a regular
size Lamia, and tomorrow we’re going to find out what it would be like if I was
a Grand Lamia…”
Darren gulped, it’s okay, he
tried to reassure himself, it’s just Apple, cute, friendly, lovable-
…
“APPLE!” he shouted, waving his
hands as he saw the titanic green Lamia slither out of the den.
With the TV remote still in the
tank the pair had been able to watch movies all evening, and when they’d fallen
asleep in her tiny den, they were wrapped in each other’s arms.
Still, nature had called, and when
he’d slipped out in the early morning to do his business, he’d found himself
dwindling again as soon as he’d finished. The tingling had raced over his body,
and the terrarium, once just a small glass box in his room, soared away from
him in the same way his apartment had soared away the day before.
“Darren?” she boomed, slithering
across the sandy expanse of the terrarium as she looked for him.
His movement drew her eye instantly,
and she grinned, gliding across the sand towards the now ant sized human. He
felt an instinctive fear in his stomach as the building sized form of his
former pet loomed over him, blocking out the light from the heat lamp as she
grinned down at him.
“Wow! You’re so cute!” she bent
down slightly, sniffing at the air and flicking her tongue in and out, “and…
wow.”
“What wow?” he asked nervously.
She slowly drifted around him, and
he became very aware that she was encircling him against the tank, “It’s just
that… the way you’re moving at that size,” she muttered, her eyes following
every uncomfortable shift of his weight, “it’s really… enthralling.” She leaned
down closer, and he backed up slightly. Her head seemed to follow him,
corralling him almost.
“H-Hey Apple, you’re freaking me
out a little here,” he said, feeling his back hit the glass wall of the terrarium.
“Yeah,” she muttered, “it must be
freaky, down here, in a cage with your natural predator… nowhere to go,” Apple
whispered. Her face was now hovering maybe ten feet, well ten of his feet,
away, and he could feel the air moving as that snakelike tongue darted out.
“N-Natural predator huh?” he
stammered, “a garter Lamia?”
“Oh yeah,” she chuckled, her warm
breath washing over him, “humies act like the apex predator and all… but when
you guys used to run into Grand Lamia?” She giggled, “boom, straight to the bottom
of the food chain…” she hissed slightly, and a chill went up his spine.
“Well luckily it’s just us here,
no Grand Lamia around,” he said nervously. He didn’t like the way she was
following him, angling her head as though she was going to…
“I don’t know,” she said in a low
voice, “you’re really setting off those prey drives Darren… do you feel
it? Like maybe you’ve suddenly fallen a few rungs in the natural order?”
she was close enough now that when her tongue danced out, it raced over his
tiny body, causing him to jump.
“Yeah,” he breathed, “definitely
feeling that.”
Has she lost it? His heart
was beating like a drum, looking at the titanic Lamia’s face, just a few feet
away, the Lamia that was tasting him. Every instinct in him told him to
run, that he was snake food if he didn’t.
Fuck me, he bolted to the
left, then screamed in surprise as the Lamia’s head darted out, her mouth enveloping
him in one swift movement and slurping him inside. The massive forked tongue, now
a thick and powerful appendage, easily forced him backwards towards her throat,
seemingly unconcerned with his panicked thrashing.
Apple swallowed, a loud gulp that
echoed through the cage. She felt Darren kicking and struggling feebly against the
inside of her throat as he slid downward, his screams vibrating up into the
back of her mouth as the realization of what she’d just done set in.
“SHIT!” she shouted, bolting
upright. Oh, gods I did it, I’m a bad Lamia that eats master! It had all
happened so fast, she hadn’t meant to do it, not like that anyway… or maybe at
all, but when he’d bolted when cornered like that some ancient primeval part of
her had taken over, telling her that it was breakfast time.
“Uh, Master? Darren?” she said,
cradling her belly as though that would help him hear her, “that was an
accident! J-Just hold on a second!” she slithered over to the water pool,
trying to calm herself down, Lamia digestion is slow, he’s fine, she
tried to reassure herself. She cupped her hand and brought a bit of water to
her mouth, swallowing it down and wetting her throat for the next part.
She took a deep breath and sighed,
Lamia could do several very snakelike things that humans couldn’t, unhinging
their jaws, or regurgitating things namely. Apple hadn’t ever found much of a
use for either, nor did most Lamia living in civilized society, but today… well,
she needed to get Darren out. She winced as she felt her stomach beginning to
push him up and out.
“Oh, this is so gross,” she
muttered, feeling the process start.
…
“An accident?” Darren asked,
washing himself off in the lake sized water dish, “you ate me by accident?”
“Instinct took over, I swear!”
Apple insisted, leaning down, “besides, I got you out!”
Darren looked up at her a moment,
then broke into laughter, “this has been the weirdest fucking weekend…”
His laughter eased her conscience
a bit, and she allowed herself a smile. He didn’t need to know how much the
whole thing had turned her on… it was one thing to know your pet, no your girlfriend,
ate you in a fit of primal hunger, it was another to know she was getting off
on it.
When he was clean, she reached
down to pick him up, resting him between her breasts as she slithered under the
heat lamp to let him dry. The two lay there a moment, basking in the warm rays.
“Well, I know it was weird, but
did you have fun?” Apple asked quietly.
“Yeah, I think so,” he said with a
tired grin, “how much of that shrinking stuff do you have?”
“About thirty doses,” she said, “there
are all kinds of types available though, you want to be a little bigger, a
little smaller… they’ve probably got that.”
“I need to check out the online
store,” he muttered, snuggling deeper between her breasts, “I think we’re going
to be going through a lot of them.”
…
Apple excitedly logged in to
Garter Garden, eagerly updating the other Lamia on how the weekend had gone.
“Ready to go to the store?” Darren
said, walking into the room at his original size. Apple nodded, and he extended
a hand, letting her slither up his sleeve and take her usual position coiled
around his neck like a scarf.
The pair walked to the convenience
store, as they did most days, and Darren picked out his usual items, “get the
M&Ms!” Apple ordered, squeezing his neck ever so slightly while pointing at
them.
With a resigned sigh he picked up
the candy, tossing it into the checkout area for the clerk to ring up.
“Good master,” Apple said,
whispering into his ear, “it’s wise to listen to me while you’re still big…”
He snorted, “yes ma’am,” he said
jokingly grabbing the candy and heading back towards the apartment.
“You should feed me whatever
chocolates and fatty food I want, otherwise I’ll get hungry and… well, if there’s
a little humie running around my tank-“
“I get it,” he laughed, rolling
his eyes.
The pair returned to the
apartment, and rather than putting her in her terrarium, he simply set her down
on the floor, letting her slither down his arm and across the carpet on her
own.
“I’ll see you after work,” he said
with a grin, turning to leave.
“Goodbye M- Darren,” she said
eagerly as he closed the door. She sighed happily, slithering back to the
bedroom for a day of snake-posting on his PC.