"Uhhh, if I pick Option C, I can't choose something else?"
"Yes, I'm very sorry. It's too confidential. We're gonna have you sign some papers agreeing to not jeopardize the secrecy of this project. Violating these agreements would mean you committing a federal crime."
Yoko contemplated, but couldn't fully grasp the situation. She came here to fit in, not for whatever this was. "Shrinking"? She couldn't get that word out of her head. Then, she began to daydream.
Picturing her dangling Umi over her head, a tiny snake. Flailing about. Helpless, like Yoko. Dropping her in her maw, slurping up her tail sadistically. The feeling of her in her stomach-
"I pick Option C!", shouted Yoko. Seems that daydream did it.
"Okay. Remember sweetie, there's no going back," warned Mrs. McCoil, "Alright then, if you're sure just follow me and we'll sign the paperwork."
LATER...
Yoko was being injected in the neck with a bizarre, blue serum. The kinda thing that looked like you wouldn't wanna inject in your neck.
"So, this serum does what-?" asked Yoko.
"Well, currently the prison system of this country is overflowing with new prisoners. A common occurrence during mating season. With nowhere to put these convicts, the government sought a more practical and space friendly means. If we could treat the bellies of naga kin volunteers as a prison cell in of itself, we could use citizens, law enforcers, and so on to hold these prisoners as walking, slithering holding cells. The logic is simple: I injected you with a DNA rewriting formula. It will give you naga fangs that secrete a venom. A venom if injected into the subject by any means, will shrink their molecules without affecting their DNA or form. The serum also makes it to where the subject inside is completely unharmed and your digestive enzymes do not affect any who lay within. They can live in the belly for extended periods of time. So there's not even a need to worry about the subject perishing. As long as you eat enough food and drink enough water for you and multiple guests, they should be fine."
This was blowing Yoko's mind. This couldn't be real. She began to sulk to herself, as this sounded like a wacko, evil scientist project from some shitty comic. What if the serum doesn't work? Or cripples her for life? Oh god, this was a mistake.
Suddenly, Yoko felt her front canines both ache. As she opened her mouth to feel the source of the pain, she felt her teeth getting sharper, more curved - like a snake's. The pain subsided and Yoko began poking the sharp bits. This was gonna take some getting used to, but she also felt a liquid secreting from there. Like a very concentrated, never ending stream of saliva from her teeth.
"Don't worry, the venom should have no effect on you. Now, just a reminder, you will not be given a position or volunteered for these services, we just want to see if it works in human trails. Then if we get enough positive data, we can move onto naga trials. In fact, I have a serum that can reverse it's effects. After the test I will return you back to normal. No worries." Mrs. McCoil was clearly a mother back home, the way she was able to ease Yoko's anxiety.
Well, at least she doesn't need to worry about ruining her own life from this.
"Okay, I will bring in the test subject. Bring him in!", Mrs. McCoil shouted to the outside hallway of this private room.
In slithered a police naga, pushing forward a convict naga in a prison outfit. He had a shaved head and a thin mustache. He was an average build and looked like he did not wanna be there.
"This is Lewis, he has been charged with stalking and sexual assault charges by multiple naga females. No one will miss this dirtbag."
"Ey', lady, I'm right here. And I didn't do shit, I was framed by those lying harlots," claimed Lewis. The cop naga responded by dragging him down to the naga height equivalent of "his knees".
"Okay, sweetie. Go ahead," gestured Mrs. McCoil.
Yoko looked down at this clearly degenerate naga, and inhaled intensely. She had never attacked anyone, she was always the prey. Weak, defenseless. Yet she barely hesitated as she lightly bit the man's shoulder with her newly grown fangs. It was the lightest prick.
"OW! Fucking whore. Jesus. The hell is this?" exclaimed Lewis. Yoko looked back at Mrs. McCoil for validation, she was met with a thumbs up.
As Yoko turned around, she saw it already working. It was almost instantaneous.
"Oh shoot!" cried out Mrs. McCoil as she hurried to grab her clipboard. She began writing the results furiously.
"Hey what's going on here?! What's happening to me? What the fuck!"
Before Yoko knew it, the naga that could tower over her before was now shrunk out of his clothes. Yoko reacted quickly as she gnabbed the struggling naga, who was now small enough to hold in her hand with a few inches of tail dangling about. The experiment was a success!
"Amazing! Only one part of the test left, go ahead, dear. You get to experience something no other human experiences. Being a predator to a naga."
With those words, Yoko looked in front of her and saw her destiny. She got excited in the moment, and opened her mouth slowly. Placing the struggling criminal within, with his brown tail being the only evidence left of ol' Lewis. As the tail continued to flail, Yoko savored this feeling. She didn't move her tongue or swish him around, she just let him sit there. She genuinely didn't know what to do.
She could feel something on Lewis move. The bastard was getting a hard on. Alright, enough of that.
GULK!
As Yoko lurched back to get Lewis to her throat, he felt his top half travel down her esophagus. Instinctively slurping up his tail like spaghetti.
GULK! GULP!
With two more rough gulps, she felt him go down. She had plenty of practice throating Max's huge cock. There was no way this pipsqueak pervert would give her trouble.
As he landed in Yoko's belly, Yoko felt a rush of euphoria. Her heart started to flutter, her pussy started to tingle. This feeling, it was so many things: satisfaction, pleasure, control, power, etc. As she felt Lewis' struggles inside, she wanted to touch herself. It felt so good, she could easily get addicted to this.
"As I live and breathe," commented the officer, "I think I might be the first to witness something like that. Almost feels wrong."
"Astonishing!" commented Mrs. McCoil, "Thank you officer, that will be all for today!"
The officer tipped his hat and slithered out. Yoko just stood there, rubbing her belly, feeling her pussy getting wet. She wanted to rub herself so bad The feeling of a helpless predator put in his place inside of her made her incredibly hot and bothered.
"Okay, that could not have gone better. So, all that's left for the test to be successful is for you to go home, live your life for a solid week, and then report back here at the exact same time and we'll pull that pest out of you and I'll give you the serum and a hefty check. Here, I have a questionnaire for you!"
As Mrs. McCoil excitedly slithered across the room, Yoko had a sudden sense of dread. A week, like this and that's it? No, no way. This can't be happening. She finally felt the rush of being a predator and now she can only do it once and that's it? No! It can't end this way, it can't. She needs more.
Ignoring her gaze of disappointment, Mrs. McCoil handed Yoko her questionnaire and patted her on the head, "See you in a week!"
As Yoko gazed at Mrs. McCoil, she looked at her plump, thick hips slither away and began to drool. She knew what she was thinking was wrong, illegal and evil even. But, this feeling. This nirvana she had inside of her now. She felt it yet again, it could only be described as hunger.
She can't give this up, she shouldn't. She knew what she had to do, but she was fighting herself. But a new voice protested, telling her to do it. This new thought was clearly a newfound predatory instinct - and it was winning.
Yoko walked up to Mrs. McCoil, drooling. Mrs. McCoil was organizing a binder when she felt a prick on her shoulder.
"What the-?!", exclaimed Mrs. McCoil in shock. As she turned around to see Yoko's blushed, hungry face she knew what had just happened, but it was too late.
"N-no! Please, sweetie. You can't do this, you'll be arrested. I have kids please don't!"
As Mrs. McCoil's body disappeared into her lab coat, Yoko spent no time at all rummaging through the pile before finally grabbing McCoil and bringing her up to her lips.
She had no time to waste, what if someone came in? She curled Mrs. McCoil into a ball and shoved her into her mouth as if she was a jawbreaker. She began swishing her in her mouth, enjoying the struggles and taste like it was candy. Yoko snapped out of her trance.
GUUULK!
Down Mrs. McCoil went, a huge bulge easily sinking down Yoko's throat. Her impact was more apparent.
Yoko's overwhelming, predatory urges were too much, as she began masturbating right there in the lab under her pants and panties. Such power she possessed, two predators in her stomach ruminating and trapped.
"F-fuck, this is the best," Yoko thought, "Is this what Umi and Hydra feel? No wonder they eat me so much."
At this point, Yoko was gone. This was a new Yoko, a predatory one who only cared for her belly being full.
As she pat her stomach in victory, she felt the oddest thing. As she poked her gut to figure out what was happening it became apparent.
Lewis was fucking Mrs. McCoil in there, real hard.
For the first time since her new gift, Yoko felt guilty. What has she done? She was such a sweet lady. She doesn't deserve-
BRRRORRRRP!
Yoko smacked her lips appreciating her burp's aftertaste, it was immaculate. With that, Yoko's guilt slowly faded away, and her high as a predator returned.
As she left the lab, she dumped McCoil's clothes in the trash. Tomorrow's school day is gonna be interesting...
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