[Wanda] Hey sweetie, we had a great flight and I’m at the hotel now.  Miss you so much.

[Nate] Miss you more.  The apartment is so lonely when you’re gone.

[Wanda] I know how to cheer you up... give me a few minutes to get ready.

A little later, Nate received a picture of Wanda in sexy black lingerie, with a riding crop in her hands and a wicked grin on her face.

His phone rang while he was still... appreciating the image.

“Has someone been a bad boy?” breathed Wanda across the airwaves.

“N...no mistress.  I would never!” protested Nate.

At Wanda’s urging, he brought out the twin of the riding crop in the picture.  She’d never actually used it on him, but in their roleplays, she was quite happy to get him to ‘punish’ himself for the imaginary slights she would dream up.  This time it was for failing to properly make the bed... which was true enough, he was lazy about it when she was away.

Still, despite the play having a happy ending for both of them, Nate felt oddly hollow once the call was over.  It just wasn’t the same, not at all.

Once, a few months prior, Nate had talked Wanda into taking him along on one of her multi-flight runs.  He took the week off work, got venned into her leggings, and spent far more time bathed in her sweat than he really found attractive.  He’d offered to go as a plushie next time, but Wanda had rejected the idea as childish.

Thinking about that led him to pull out the card a co-worker had slipped him the last time he’d been moaning about Wanda’s absence.

FANTASY ESCORTS: What can we make you today?

He licked his lips and called.  A sweet-sounding voice replied with their catchphrase, followed by “I’m Trish.”

“I’d like to...  God, I have no idea.  My wife is half the world away and I’m lonely.”

“Oh, we excel at companionship.  Would your wife object to you spending time with one of our girls?”

Nate laughed bitterly.  “Yeah.  That’s out, and... it doesn’t really feel like what I’m looking for.”  He maundered on about the whole plushie idea for a bit, and how Wanda had just... blown it off.

“Hm.  We have a regular who likes people venned into giant plushies.  It’s not a sexual thing for her, just something to snuggle up to while she sleeps.  Interested?”

Nate thought about it for a fraction of a second.  “Yeah.  Yeah, I think so.”

He agreed to head down to the mall, and was a bit surprised to be asked what kind of plushie he’d like to be.  “Doesn’t she have a preference?”

Trish wiggled her hand indeterminately.  “Just that they’re big enough and fuzzy.  And no sex bits.”

Nate laughed at that.  “That’s a thing?”

“It is very very much a thing with certain clients.  But that wouldn’t work for you, would it?”

Nate shook his head.  “So...  Huh.  How about something she hasn’t seen before?”

“Oooh, that’d be tricky.  Hm.  Plush alligator?”

“Sounds fun, let’s do it.”

That was how Nate found himself delivered to an apartment in the same building as his own as an enormous plush alligator.  The petite woman who opened the door squealed delightedly at the sight of him. “Oh!  I hadn’t ordered...”

“Volunteer.  Each of you pays half the fee.”

“Sweet!”

She scooped Nate up and spun him about.  “Ooh, he’s nice and light, too.  You guys are the best.”

Trish grinned at her.  “I love it when a fantasy works out just right.  Have a good night, Susie!”

“You bet!”

Susie babbled happily as she carried her new plushie into her bedroom, then gently set it on the bed.  She undressed right in front of him, as if she didn’t care it was a transformed human.  In fact, if Nate wasn’t mistaken, she was deliberately making a show of it.  A teasing show at that, tantalizing but never quite revealing anything untoward while she changed from comfy clothes into a cute satin nightdress.

Susie hopped into bed beside the plush alligator, and asked if it was a wicked alligator come to eat her all up.  She voiced the alligator’s part as well, and there was some mock wrestling before she ended up pinned under it, giggling.

Before much longer, Susie was asleep under the plush, and Nate felt himself drifting off as well.

He was picked up the next morning, restored at the Venn Machine, and home in time for a quick shower before work.

Nate pondered the experience through the day, barely able to focus on his job.  Fortunately, it was enough of a routine that it needed only a fraction of his attention.  Why had he done it?  Why had it felt so right?  And what was he going to do about it next?

He had no answers by the time he came home, and when Wanda texted he started guiltily and stared at the phone for a long time before answering.  Their session that night was distant and distracted, and Nate slipped out of character more than usual.

“Are you okay, pet?” asked Wanda once they were done.  “You sounded kind of off.”

“Just... long day at work, you know?  I feel fuzzy and out of focus.”

“You’re not thinking about stowing away as my plushie again, are you?”

Nate hesitated, then sighed.  “Maybe.  Would it be so bad?”

“I’m not a plushie girl, Nate.  Now if you were to stow away as my pet snake...”

Nate chuckled uncertainly at that.  “Why a snake?”

“Dunno.  Sleek and sexy, what’s not to like?”

Nate stammered incoherently while Wanda giggled.  “Pity I can’t think of any way to sneak a snake into my luggage.”

“Yeah.  Pity.”

But the thought wouldn’t leave his head.

Wanda returned home the next night, and Nate was so glad to be snuggled up to her in bed that all his odd fantasies faded away like mist in the morning.

A week later, Wanda had another four-day posting, and promised to call every night like always.

Nate smiled at her sadly, said that he loved her, and wished her a safe and speedy journey.

That night’s call was even more distracted than the last one.

“Tell me,” said Wanda at the end.  “You’re thinking things.”

Nate sighed.  “I’d rather be a snake in your luggage than alone here.”

Wanda laughed warmly.  “Oh, love.  I’ll be back before you know it.”

As soon as the call was over, Nate called Fantasy Escorts once more.  “Got anyone who wants a snake for company?”

Trish pondered that for a bit.  “Well, Susie might like a plush snake.  Same deal as last time?”

“I’ll be right there.”

Susie’s eyes lit up at the sight of the long plush snake, and their ‘wrestling match’ ended up with her as a clear loser, wrapped up tight in its coils.

Nate returned each night for the rest of Wanda’s trip, and slept wonderfully well.  Getting good sleep helped counter his usual fuzzyheadedness when Wanda was gone.  Having settled into something of a routine, his fantasies didn’t distract him, and at the end of the week his boss praised his newfound productivity.

That didn’t make him any less inclined to hit Fantasy Escorts whenever Wanda was away...

Still, the nights with Susie didn’t fully scratch his itch.  He talked with Trish about just what he did want, never quite entirely sure what it was.  Snake was good, plush was good, but there was just something missing.

Nate tried to talk Wanda into a mistress-and-snake roleplay the next time she was away, and she did a credible job of it, but it was obvious her heart wasn’t in it.  “Hiss for me,” she purred.  Nate’s attempt at a hiss made her giggle.  “Sorry, not feeling it.  Maybe if you packed a rubber snake in my luggage, I’d be able to make this work.”

Instead of calling Fantasy Escorts, Nate went hunting online for rubber snakes.  The problem was, anything big enough to be fun would take up too much room in a flight attendant’s miserly luggage allowance.  He found a few inflatable snakes, but none that really appealed.  As usual, he turned to Trish at Fantasy Escorts and told her of his woes.

Trish promised to look into it, and called him back the next day.  “I have a solution for you.  Come by just before your wife’s next trip.”

“Before?”

“Trust me.  This will work beautifully.”

Nate agreed, and a few days later he took a half-day off work to head to Fantasy Escorts in the afternoon.  Trish smiled to see him.  “Ah good, Betty just got here.”

“Who’s Betty?”

A catgirl with glossy skin waved to Nate.  “That’d be me.”

“She’s our complex request specialist.”

Nate raised an eyebrow curiously.  “How is making a rubber snake complex?  What do you have planned?”

Betty glanced to Trish, who smiled placatingly.  “You want your fantasy, and we’ll give it to you.”

Nate nodded.  “Okay.  You’ve done fantastic work so far.”

Trish nodded to Betty.  “And she’s our best designer.  You’re in good hands.  Now, for this to work, you’ll need to be naked in the Venn Machine.”

“What?”

Betty smirked.  “I have a girlfriend.  And this body is asexual to boot.”

Nate sighed, and was soon dressed in a loose robe and nothing else.  Trish and Betty escorted him to the nearby Venn Machine.  While Betty set up the machine, Trish held up a sheet, and told Nate to disrobe before entering.  That got another sigh.  “I hope this is worth it.”

“It will be.”

Trish was a little slow getting the sheet back in place when Nate emerged, and got a good look at his new body.  He looked much the same as before, except a little shinier, and there was a distinct lack between his legs.

Once Nate had his robe on he glowered at Trish.  “I don’t see why... hey!  I felt that?”

Betty giggled as she tucked the rubber snake into a bag.  “That’s why you had to be naked.  Your wife gets a rubber snake, and you get to feel her touching it.”

Nate stared at Betty for a long time before his expression blossomed into a grin.  “That’s incredibly wicked.”

Betty curtsied to him.  “Thank you.  We’ll box this all up prettily for her, and you can give her the best gift ever for her long and lonely trip.”

“Lonely?”

Trish patted Nate’s arm.  “You get to stay in your apartment, with all your comforts.  She is spending those nights in random hotel rooms.  You couldn’t pay me enough to do that job, and I don’t think flight attendants get paid all that well.”

“The travel perks are pretty nice.  She likes getting to see new cities all the time.  But... yeah.  I guess it’s not easy on her, either.”

Trish smiled at Nate winningly.  “Remember that when she calls after the flight.”

*** *** ***

[Wanda] Ugh, what a flight.  I hope this mystery gift of yours is worth it.

[Nate] Oh!  You haven’t opened it yet?

[Wanda] Just got to the hotel.  Something about the airport’s computers being down this morning, still causing headaches.

[Nate] Well, I hope the gift will cheer you up.

[Wanda] ...

[Wanda] ...

[Wanda] Oh my.

[Nate] Is that good?

Nate’s phone rang.  He picked it up and put it on speaker, to keep his hands free like usual.

“Someone has been a very, very bad boy.”

“What?”

“Tell me the truth.  Have you been faithful to me while I’ve been away?”

“I... have not strayed.”

Wanda pounced.  “I heard that hesitation.  Sounds like some snake has been slithering through my garden, telling lies.”

“I never!” protested Nate.  And yet... the nights with Susie were clear in his mind, and the guilt was clear in his voice.

“That’s not what Trish’s note says.  Tell me about Susie,” commanded Wanda, with her best dominatrix voice.

“I...”  Nate squeaked.  “It wasn’t about sex.”

“You were sleeping with her.”

“As a plush snake!  I couldn’t even move.”

“So you’d rather be a snake?  That can be arranged...”  A soft whirring noise came from the other end of the line.

Nate squeaked as he felt his feet go numb.  “What?  What are you doing?”

“Oh, sweetie, you know what you want.  What I want.  I’m turning you into the snake you really are.”

With a start, Nate realized that in place of his feet and calves, he could feel an oddly unified... something.  “This is insane.  How?”

Wanda giggled.  “Ooh, you’re really getting into it.  That makes it so much better.  I’m turning you into a snake because you are one, of course.  A low-down yellow-bellied snake.”

“I’m not a snake... oh God, I can’t feel my hips any more.  How is this possible?”

“That’s not what you should be worried about,” purred Wanda.

Nathan squeaked again.  “My hands are numb.  I can’t move them.  Am I dying?”

“Oh, no.  You’ll have plenty of time to consider your sins.  Tell your Mistress your biggest sin.”

Nate started to feel short of breath.  “I... I didn’t tell...  you about...”  He gurgled and hissed and then fell silent as the numbness took away his neck, then his face, then his sight.

Nate blinked, and stared up at Wanda in confusion.

“Oooh, I think you’re done.”  The whirring stopped, and he felt an odd tug from his... tail?  Then an even odder sensation as Wanda manipulated something there, it felt like something was being tucked inside...

Nate tried to move, to convey anything, but all he could manage was a slight wriggle.  That drew a giggle from Wanda.  “Oh, my little snake is awake, is he?  How do you like your new life as my pet?”

Nate tried to question “pet”, but all he produced was a hiss.

Wanda’s eyes lit up.  “Oh!  Yes, that’s good.  Hiss for me, my little snake.”

Nate hissed more vigorously.  It sounded like air being let out of a valve.  He wiggled his tongue, finding it more mobile than the rest of his body combined, and discovered there was an odd lump under it, that when he squeezed just so, hissed with escaping air.  He managed a sort of interrogative hiss at the end of his exploration.

Wanda patted him on the head gently.  “So now you see what happens when you snake around on me.  I turn you into one.  Do you like it now?”

Nate turned his head what little he could.  His tongue flickered out nervously, and... and it smelled like Wanda.  He slowly ducked his head.

“That’s my good little pet.  Obedient pets get rewarded.  Are you going to be a good pet?”

Nate hissed at her.  That got a frown, and a slap against his backside.  It didn’t hurt, but it made her displeasure known.  “I can do worse to you, you know.  Deflate you and tuck you back in the box.  Is that what you want?”

Nate stared at her for a long moment, then ducked his head and slowly waggled it left and right.

“Good pet.”

Wanda stroked a hand over his scales.  Scales.  He could feel the texture of her hand against them, and the slickness of his scales in how her hand could glide almost frictionlessly across them.  There was the faintest of squeaks, and she giggled.  A finger dug in, dimpling his skin and squeaking a bit more loudly.

Nate’s eyes went wide and he stared up at Wanda.  “Hiss?”

Wanda nodded with a great big grin.  “Couldn’t fit a big boy like you in a carryon.  You’re inflatable.  C’mon, let’s give you a show.”

She scooped Nate up in her arms, carrying him without effort to the bathroom and the mirror there.  Nate stared into the image for long seconds before accepting that the ten foot long scaly creature was actually him.  He stared into its eyes, blinking once to confirm that really was him, slit-pupiled green eyes and all.  His gaze rose to Wanda’s reflection, and she was grinning at him.  “My sexy snake.  All mine.  Nobody else’s.  I could keep you like this, you know.”

“Hiss?”

Wanda nodded.  “No more running around...”  She started to giggle, and stroked a finger down Nate’s belly-scutes.  “No more running at all.”

Nate wriggled happily at her touch, how did that feel so nice?

“Oooh, my little snake likes that?  Mmm, let’s see what else he likes.”

Wanda played with her inflatable sweetie for some time, learning from his pleased hisses what made him feel especially good.  And down along his belly, far enough down to feel very odd indeed, something protruded when she teased it, and that felt even better.

“Does my little snake have something special for me, mmm?” Wanda giggled.  She danced back to the bed, twirling and twining the snake around her body.

Wanda pulled Nate down on top of her, and tried to use her legs to get him close enough, but quickly found his limited mobility could do little for her.  So she flipped over and pinned him under her.  Her weight flattened his underinflated body like a pancake.

Nate could do little but hiss, his attempts to squirm or buck against Wanda’s weight were fruitless.  That she could top him so effectively turned him on and that, at least, served her needs well...

It took many minutes of wriggling and bouncing atop her snake before Wanda was satisfied.  Nate found the whole experience intensely pleasurable, but eventually the pleasure faded without it’s usual crest and release.  Was he not able to?

Wanda rolled off of Nate with a happy sigh, and snugged his reptilian form to her chest.  “Mmm, you are a very good snake indeed.  I think I’ll keep you like this.”

“Hss?” inquired Nate worriedly.

“Would you like that?  Just my deflatable pet to keep me company on long trips?”

Nate’s tongue flickered uncertainly, then he ducked his head.

“What a good pet.”  Wanda snuggled the inflatable snake around her, then pulled up the sheet and turned out the light.  “Sweet dreams.  I know I’ll have them.”

*** *** ***

Nate’s alarm was blaring.  He tried to reach out to slap it, but he couldn’t move his arms.  He started to hyperventilate when he realized he couldn’t even feel his arms.  Or his legs.  Just Wanda’s warm body stirring beside him as he wriggled.  That puzzled his sleep-addled mind, he was sure she was supposed to be away.

The alarm was getting louder.  He knew from personal experience that if he did not shut it off before too much longer it would get actively painful.  How was Wanda not waking up?  The noise was already approaching cataclysmic levels.

Nate squirmed until his mouth was next to Wanda’s ear, then hissed as loudly as he could.  The first few attempts produced nothing, but on the third she stirred and batted his tongue away.  “That tickles!”

Wanda groaned and sat up, then peered at the clock.  After a few beats, her eyes went wide. “Oh crap, you have to work!  Just a minute...”

Wanda groped her way down Nate’s body to find his tailtip, and pulled open the valve there.  Air spilled out of him rapidly, and soon Nate found that he was able to move his arms once more.  He slapped his alarm, then looked around.  The numbness was fading down his legs, and soon was gone entirely.

Nate peered around in the gloom of his bedroom.  He was home.  But it had seemed so incredibly real...  He reached for his phone just as it rang.

“Hey love.  Are you okay?” asked Wanda.

“Uh... I think so?  I’m very confused.”

“Not angry?”  Wanda asked meekly.

“Good God, no.  Why would I be angry?”

“The whole ‘I will keep you as a pet forever’ thing.”

Nate chuckled softly.  “And yet, here I am.  Look, I’ve got to get going.  I love you.”

“Please don’t unvenn yourself.”

Nate blinked, peered at the phone, then blinked again.  “Why would I do that?”

“Um, because when I inflate the snake again, you’ll lose control of your body?  If you unvenn, you’ll be safe.”

Nate chuckled at her warmly.  “You won’t do that while I’m at work, right?”

“Oh God no, not a chance.  I’ll call first.”

“Then I leave myself in your hands.”

“Eee.  Thanks.  Have a great day!”

Nate had to rush to get to work, but made it on time.  Just.  His dreamy expression through the day attracted several comments, as did his slightly synthetic skin tone.  His boss twitted him once for staring off into space.  “Daydreaming again, Nate?”

“Thinking about Wanda.”

“Off on one of her trips again?”

“Yessir.”

“Lucky girl.”

“You don’t know the half of it, sir.”

“Keep the productivity up, and I don’t care what you think about.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Nate tried to focus, he really did.  But the knowledge that out there, flying over the Pacific Ocean there was a deflated snake that was *also* him...  He could, if he focussed, feel the vibration of the engines.  The body was there, dim in his senses, but present.

At the end of the day he rushed home, considered dinner, then frowned.  He hadn’t been hungry all day, or gone to the washroom.  He disrobed in the bathroom and studied his body.  He seemed to be made of something that resembled silicone rubber, not flesh.  An experimental breath failed to fog the mirror, and holding his breath caused no discomfort at all.  Looking down at his crotch caused him to squeak in surprise, when he found that his dangly bits were absent.  How had he missed that?

Nate chuckled softly after a moment.  “Ah.  So my bits are... part of the snake, and off with Wanda.  Hm...”

A little later, he’d taken a picture of his blank crotch, and texted it to Wanda, along with the caption “it appears you have the better part of me”.

[Wanda] Oooh, we just got in.  Are you home?

[Nate] Yep.  Lounging comfortably, so if I happen to lose this body, I’ll be fine.  Did you know I was made of rubber?

[Wanda] Nope.  Trish didn’t tell me much, just to ask about Susie and lean in on the punishment angle.  Was it too much?

[Nate] Can we do it again?

Nate’s phone rang.

“Have you been a bad boy?” asked Wanda’s sultry voice.

“I’ve kept the kitchen clean.  Not having to eat helps.”

“Good pet.  What haven’t you done?”

“I was very distracted at work today.  Something about a snake...”

“Tut, tut.  We can’t have that, now can we?”  The humming of the air compressor started up.

Nate squirmed as he felt his feet go numb.  “Mistress!  What are you doing to me?  My feet.  I can’t feel them!”

Wanda giggled.  “Sorry.  Just not feeling it this time.  Do we have to, or can I just...”

Nate chuckled at her warmly.  “Impatient?”

“Fucking horny as hell. Having you in my bag...”

Nate’s chuckle turned into a full on laugh.  “Yeah.  Same here.  Do it.”

Their lovemaking was less frenzied, more languid.  Nate tried to tangle Wanda, tried to top her, but neither worked, so soon he was pancaked under her once more.  This time, since he’d been hissing less, he was a little more substantial under her.

Afterward as Wanda cuddled with him, she asked, “Was it good for you?”

Nate didn’t have a good answer for that, as hissing couldn’t convey much.  Wanda deflated him, and wrapped his limp form around her waist, then called her sweetie again.

“This isn’t really working, is it?” she asked.

“Are you having fun?” asked Nate, trying and failing to hide his pent-up frustration.

“Yeah, but you’re not.  What’s wrong?”

“Can’t climax.  It builds and builds and feels amazing, but the release isn’t there.  I’m all wired and jittery.”

“Mmm... I think you need more snake time to calm down.  Sleep with me?”

Nate groaned as he felt her fingers teasing at the snake’s sensitive belly.  “Don’t tease.”

“Sorry.  Can I still inflate you?”

Nate waited, trying to understand his answer.  “I can’t stop you.”

“That’s a terrible answer.”  Nate could hear the pout.

“I can’t stop you... Mistress.”

“Ooooh!”  The pump started up once more.

Nate snuggled in with his wife once he was back to being the snake.  It did help, he found.  Company mattered.  He was still going to have words with Betty, and get her to fix...  Nate’s mind teetered on the brink of a revelation, then pulled back.  He shook his head, snuggled up to his wife, and let sleep claim him.

*** *** ***

When Wanda finally returned home, Nate was waiting for her at the door.  He hugged her tight, and she melted in his arms.  “Oh, baby, I’ve missed you so.”

“Can we go get venned properly first?” asked Nate.

Wanda looked him over.  “Missed me that much?”

“And a certain bit of anatomy.”

Wanda considered it.  “I’m exhausted.”

Nate ducked his head.  “Yes’m.”

That got a confused blink.  “We’re together.  We don’t need to play mistress and pet.”

Nate glanced at her case and the deflated thing within it.  “I... liked that.  I liked it a lot.”

Wanda considered him and followed his gaze.  “Open it.  Inflate yourself for me.”

“Yes mistress!”

Wanda left Nate to his task, and headed to the bedroom shedding her flight attendant uniform along the way.  Nate followed a moment later, snake and pump in hand.  He plugged the pump in, set it in her hands, then proceed to inflate the snake with his own breath until his body no longer answered to him.

Wanda used the pump to finish him up, then hugged him tight.  “I am truly exhausted, but my obedient pet may sleep with its mistress.”

Nate cuddled against her happily.

*** *** ***

When they finally made it to the mall, Nate hopped straight into the Venn Machine.  Wanda ducked her head in from the other side.  “Aren’t you going to change back?”

Nate shook his head.

“If I have to come in there, it will be as your Mistress.”

“Your pet awaits,” replied Nate, watching her eagerly.

Wanda strode inside.  “Then for the next day, you will be my pet.”

The result of her efforts fell well short of her aspirations, however.  When she retrieved Nate, the rubber snake he’d become flopped lifelessly in her hands.  She sighed, and put him back in the Venn Machine to be restored.

“No good?” asked Nate.

Wanda shook her head.  “How’d you do it?”

“Fantasy Escorts.”

“Really?  They sound kind of sketchy.”

It took a little persuading, but before long Wanda was whispering head to head with Betty, who was looking as much like a robot as a catgirl.  The looks they were shooting Nate made him grin back at them saucily, as if tempting to come up with something even wickeder.  The twinkle in Betty’s eyes suggested she was up to the challenge.

Nate spent his waiting time composing two emails.  One asking for a week’s vacation... and the other a resignation letter.  He sent the first as Betty approached, the twinkle in her eyes having grown to a broad all-knowing grin.  “One month minimum, that’s the deal.”

“But she’ll change me back if I ask?”

Wanda nodded.

“You won’t ask,” said Betty with utmost confidence.  “We should just set it for a year now, and save you the trouble.”

Nate saw the eager, almost hungry look on Wanda’s face.  “You can manage without my income.”

“Yeah.  It’ll be tight, maybe I’ll be stuck eating ramen, but...”

“That can be fixed,” added Betty.  “Can you be venned at work?  Looking like yourself, but semi-animate?”

“They encourage venning, to reduce the cosmic radiation dose from all that high altitude flying.  All I’ve ever done is go for slightly bigger boobs.”

“Why is this the first I’m hearing of this?” asked Nate.

Wanda smirked and thrust her chest out. “Complaints?”

“Objection withdrawn.”

Betty giggled at their antics.  “So for a modest extra fee, I can set Wanda up without the need to eat or breathe, like you had.  Maybe a few bonus features while we’re at it.”

“I have to look human enough to pass at work,” cautioned Wanda.

Betty grinned wickedly.  “I can think of dozens of things that won’t show while you’re dressed.”

“Ooooh.”

Wanda went first, so Nate could spot her.  When she and Betty emerged from the Venn Machine, there were as promised no visible changes.  But when she pulled Nate in for a kiss, he ended up struggling for air while she was still fine.  “Oh, I think I like this.”

Betty crooked her finger at Nate, and he followed to the Venn Machine.

What emerged several minutes later was a snake about eight feet long, and perhaps three inches in girth.  Wanda crouched down in front of Nate, and he lifted his head to her level, wobbling slightly as he got used to his new body.  “Wow.  He looks real.”

“He isn’t.  He’s... very synthetic.  And squooshable!”

“I can sspeak for mysself,” hissed Nate.

Wanda giggled.  “You sound like a proper snake now!  Ooh, this is amazing.  Thanks!”

Betty picked up an object from Nate’s side of the machine and handed it to Wanda.  “Don’t forget the remote.”

“Remote?” asked Nate.  “What remote?”

Betty giggled.  “Bonus feature.  Trish thought it up, and I tweaked it a bit.”

Wanda tucked the remote away, and scooped up Nate.  “You’re lighter than you look.”

“That’s because I’m inflatable.  And deflatable.”

“How small can you get?”

Nate wriggled uncertainly, then opened his mouth wide and squeezed.  Air gushed from him in a whoosh, and his size rapidly dwindled like a deflating balloon.  It stopped when he was about five feet long, and half his starting thickness.

“Oh wow.  So I can pack you in my luggage?”

“With a little outside help you can get him even smaller.”

“He doesn’t need to breathe, right?  I could pack him in one of my vacuum sealed bags.”

Betty giggled.  “Send pictures.  I want to see him all mooshed up like that.”

“Hey!” protested Nate softly.  “No wait, that soundss hilarioussss.”

Betty skritched Nate under the chin, getting a hiss of pleasure.  “Now you’re getting it.  Have fun, you two.”

Wanda drove home with Nate wrapped around her arm, and petted him whenever she could spare a hand.

Once they were home, she wasted no time in getting naked, and carried Nate into the bedroom with her.  “That’s enough of being tiny.  Show me how big you can get!”

Nate gaped his maw wide and air rushed in until he returned to his starting size.  Then larger, longer and thicker, perhaps ten feet long, then twelve.  After that, he had to start taking air in by gulps and forcing it down.  Wanda watched in wonder as Nate ballooned outward, becoming almost a foot thick and much more inflated-looking than before.  He was easily fifteen feet long and looked more like a balloon than a snake by the time he was done.

“Is it hard to hold the air in?” asked Wanda.

Nate nodded.  He opened his mouth to answer, but a gust of air burst forth instead of words, so he snapped it shut again.

Wanda held up Nate’s remote and clicked it.  “Try again.”

Nate opened his mouth once more, and nothing emerged.  No wind.  No words.  He stared at her, tilting his head in curiosity.

“Shuts off your valves, which has two fun effects.  One, you can’t talk.  Two... you can’t change size.  So if I suck all your air out to make you a tiny little squooshed carry-on snake... one click and you’re stuck like that until I let you out.”

Wanda clicked the remote again.  “What do you think?”

Nate let out a gust of air.  By the time he could speak he was back down to about twelve feet in length, and only about six inches girth.  “That sounds like you could turn me into a pet snake whenever you please.”

“And?”

“I love it.  When’s your next trip?”

“Not for two days.  Want to wait until the hotel to really give this body a workout?”

Nate looked a little disappointed.  “I... I mean, it... is kind of up to you.”

Wanda shook her head.  “You’re only my pet when the button is active.  That’s the rule.”

“I can live with that.  So that means... I have a say until you click it?”

Wanda nodded.  “I know you want a mistress.  I’ll do my best, but... on my terms.”

“Yes Mistress,” chirped Nate.  At her narrow-eyed glare he chuckled.  “I mean yes, dear.  The idea of waiting isn’t so bad.  And I like the idea of springing out of your carryon to ravish you.”

Wanda’s cheeks flushed.  “Hold that thought.  I need to get the vacuum out.”

“What for?” asked Nate, then his eyes went wide as Wanda pulled out one of her vacuum sealing bags.  She used them to compact her clothes for the longer trips.

“Get inside.”

When Wanda returned, Nate had shrunken down to about four feet long, and was curled up neatly in the bag.  She grinned at the sight, and connected the valve of the bag to her vacuum cleaner.  It made quick work of the remaining air, then started to strain.  Nate opened his mouth, and soon was shrinking even smaller than before, flattening between the panels of clear plastic.

Wanda capped the bag, then clicked the remote.  “Vacuum stored pets.  What will they think of next?”  She took many pictures of him in his comically reduced state, and showed the best to him before sending a few off to Betty.

Then she tucked him into her luggage, and there he waited.  Nate fell asleep quickly in the dark and quiet, happy to have some peace at last.  Thus he had no idea how long had elapsed when he felt the zipper get pulled, and light blinded him.  Wanda opened the vacuum bag, and he burst out at her, growing larger by the moment until he was able to wrap her up in his coils and hug her tight.

“I missed you,” he hissed.  Then he started to laugh.  “This is our bedroom!  How long was I out?”

“I lasted an hour,” admitted Wanda. “Enough time for one show, then I needed you too badly.  C’mon, show me what this body can really do.”

They discovered in short order that Nate’s ‘equipment’ was mostly biologically accurate.  He had two hemipenes, and while one was refracting the other was usually ready.  The one variation was that the second one did not look like a snake’s hemipene at all, and instead very closely resembled Nate’s human tackle.

Wanda made very good use of both.

Afterward, when they cuddled together, Wanda stroked a drowsy Nate along his belly.  “Was that as good for you as it looked?”

“Better,” sighed Nate softly.  “Betty was right.  I’m not going back.  All this, plus travelling with you?”

Wanda giggled.  “And pet play to boot?”

“Yess.  Yess to all of it.  I’ll resign in the morning, and... I don’t know, maybe I can work from your hotel roomss.  My tail iss nimble enough to type, I can code from anywhere.”

Wanda’s giggling turned into a full on gigglesnort fit.  “My sweetie, the python programmer.”

*** *** ***

Wanda sighed as she closed the hotel door behind her.  The other flight attendants had guessed something was up and had plagued her with questions as they headed to the hotel.  She was very glad to finally achieve some semblance of privacy.

As soon as she opened her carryon, Nate jumped out at her.  His snaky body expanded rapidly as he twined around her, soon becoming so large and strong that he had her arms pinned.  She giggled as he nuzzled her clothes off her body – his tongue flickered everywhere and it tickled so!

Once her panties were out of the way, Nate put his tongue to much, much better use.

When the rest of his equipment came into play, Wanda got very loud indeed.  She knew she’d endure a lot of snide commentary from her co-workers in the morning, but right now it was impossible to care... or hold much of any thought in her mind, really.

Afterward, as they cuddled in bed, Wanda kissed Nate on the snoot.  “Good decision?”

“Best decision.”

“Even if the others harass me in the morning?”

“Let me out so they can meet me.”

Wanda giggled at the thought.  “Here’s my husband, the snake.  He flat-packs to fit in my carryon.  They’ll be so jealous.”

Nate smirked broadly.  “Good.”

*** *** ***

“I know we go everywhere together, pet.  But we’ve been in each other’s back pocket for a month now, and I need a little time away.  This is a bachelorette party, so for once... no.  Making sad eyes up at me will not change my mind.  Besides, I’ve gotten you a pet sitter for the night, so you won’t be lonely.”

Wanda giggled at how her snake’s head perked at that.  She had a month to get used to thinking of him that way while he was in pet mode, it made it easier to play mistress.  “You’ll see.”

There was a tapping at the door, and Wanda went to open it on a petite girl sporting venned mouse ears and a fine pelt of white fur under her T-shirt and shorts.  “Susie!  So glad you could make it.”

“It was a very unusual request, but...  Trish hasn’t steered me wrong yet.  So where is this pet?”

Wanda pointed to an odd looking footstool in the middle of the living room.  “I found this lovely inflatable terrarium for him.  He’s inside it.  You can leave him there, or pop the button on top to let him out.  Don’t worry about re-inflating it.”

Susie crouched beside the indicated object.  It looked like an overstuffed footstool, only the cushion was a clear inflatable rectangle, with some decorative silk plants inside.  And one other resident...  “Oh my!  There’s a snake in here.  Is it inflatable too?”

“It is, in fact.  I know it’s not plush like your favourite snake, but... I hope you two have fun tonight.”

Susie’s face went red as she looked up to Wanda.  “Wait.  Is this...”

Wanda nodded with a huge grin on her face.  “Your favourite.  My husband.”

The colour drained from Susie’s cheeks.  “Oh my God.  I am so sorry, he never told me he was married.  Didn’t actually tell me anything, since I only ever met him as a plush.”

“And I should be very annoyed with both of you about that.  But... well, it all worked out very well indeed for both of us.  There’s a remote on top of the terrarium.  If you click it, he’ll be able to talk.”

Wanda left soon after, leaving Susie staring at the snake.  “Wow.  Are you really...”

The snake nodded at her.

“Will you be a good boy if I let you out?”

The snake pondered that for a little while, then a smirk crossed its face and it shook its head.

Susie popped the cap on the terrarium anyway, and let the snake slither into her arms.  She tapped the remote once.  “So.  What do you want to say?”

Nate inhaled for a long time, leaving Susie puzzled until she realized he was growing larger.  Once he was around eight feet long, he stopped.  “Thank you for many peaceful nights.”

Susie chuckled softly.  “And is tonight going to be another one of those?”

Nate tilted his head back and forth.  “Wanda’s friends are wild.  If she comes home at all it’ll be very late, and I’ve gotten used to sleeping with her every night.  Even when she’s off flying, I get packed into her bag and go along.”

“Oooh, that sounds fun.  So you like being a snake?”

Nate nodded eagerly.  “It’s weird, but still feels wonderful and new.  I can’t believe she just left us here together, though.  Especially because...”

“What?”

“Well.  We made certain promises after we got married.  One of which was the occasional ‘cheat night’ if we both agreed.  Tonight’s the first time she’s called that marker, because they’re going to a strip club.  And she made it clear she was giving me mine in return.  More clear when you showed up.”

Susie stared at Nate.  “So you...  Wow.  This is insane.  I’m flattered.  And to be frank, more than a little turned on.  You were always special, and when I was wrapped up in your coils, there was something I always wanted...”

Nate grinned at her.  “Ask.”

*** *** ***

Wanda stumbled into her apartment at an ungodly hour, and stared at the enormous snake in the middle of the living room floor.  She saw the mouse-girl sized lump in its belly, giggled, hiccuped, and then passed out on the couch.

In the morning, Nate was back in the terrarium and normal sized.  Wanda frowned at him.  “Was I imagining things last night?”

Nate gave her his best innocent look.

Wanda grimaced.  “Could you get out here and get me some water and painkillers?  I may not need to breathe, but apparently this body still gets wicked hangovers.”

Nate poked the terrarium open and slithered out, growing as he went.  He’d become very facile with the use of his tail and mouth, and opened the pill bottle with ease.  He set the pills and a bottle of water on a plate, picked that up in his mouth, and slithered over to his wife.

“Bless you.”  Wanda kissed him on the snout, then swallowed the pills and followed them with a long swig of the water.  “Even like this, you’re such a sweetie.”

Nate rose up in indignation, growing larger so he could loom over her.  “Even like this?”

Wanda giggled.  “Sweetiesnake.”

Nate leaned in to kiss her cheek and flicker a tongue against her neck teasingly.  “No.”

“No what?”

“You didn’t imagine it.  Susie had a vore fantasy, and I obliged her.”

“She’s okay?  Of course she’s okay, she was venned.”

“And I can’t digest things anyway.”

Wanda giggled softly.  “Imagine if you could.”

Nate slitted his eyes.  “You’re getting ideas.  Spill.”

“It would depend on whether or not our new roomie is interested in going that far.”

Nate’s eyes went wide.  “Roomie?”

Wanda grinned.  “You two got on well, yes?  Your gig work only barely has us breaking even, and it’s not like we need the other bedroom.  Heck, she’ll have the place to herself half the time.  Good deal for both of us.”

“You’re throwing temptation in my lap.”

“You don’t have a lap!” laughed Wanda.

Nate coiled around her, squeezing her tight.  “This is crazy.  Wait, are you trying to get your pet a pet of his own?”

Wanda grinned.  “I bet we could talk her into that.  I’m not worried, Trish said she’s likely asexual, and definitely more interested in snuggles than sex.”

Nate chuckled softly.  “I noticed.  She went straight for the throat.  Okay.  This is going to be weird, but if you’re okay with... antics?”

“I am.”

Nate eyed her suspiciously as a thought occurred to him.  “You know what I got up to last night.  What did you do that you’re so open now?”

Wanda glanced aside.  “We kinda venned the bride into a sex toy.  And then took turns with her.”

Nate laughed.  “That’s the worst of it?”

“Um, no... then we lost her.”

“Oh, sweetie.  How soon’s the wedding?”

“Next week.  It was only a one day venn, she’ll be fine.  I hope.  God, I hope we’re still invited...”

Nate laughed.  “Do I have to be human for it?  I don’t think I’d be welcome in a church.”

“Nah, I checked.  The bride and groom intend to say their vows in their natural bodies, but everyone else is welcome to come as they wish to be.”

“And what’s that for you, hm?”

Wanda nuzzled in close.  “I’ll show you later.”

Nate twined about her.  “You smell different.  You venned again!  What’d you do?”

“Something Betty suggested earlier.  Want me to show you?”

“Yeah!”

Wanda stripped, to much cheering from Nate.  He peered at her crotch, looking puzzled.  “That’s not right.”

Wanda giggled.  “The valve cover is a cute touch.  See, it’s the same size as my vacuum bags, so when I’m on the road...”  She opened the valve to reveal a relatively normal looking pussy, and then clicked her belly button.  Air started to rush inward, and her belly slowly expanded.

“You have a built in pump?  Sweet.”

Wanda grabbed Nate, and soon had his tail plugged in to her valve.  Nate’s tail-valve popped open from the pressure and he was soon dwindling.  Five feet long, then four, then three and barely an inch thick.

The suction pump in Wanda’s belly started to strain, then... but after a moment there was a loud gulp and half of Nate vanished.  One quick wriggle was all he could manage before another gulping noise sucked him away entirely.

Wanda collapsed onto the couch.  After a little time the pump shut off, leaving her with a distended belly fully of air.  It looked like she’d swallowed a beach ball.  A long, loud belch disposed of the belly, and she patted it fondly.  “You okay in there, pet?”

Nate squirmed inside her, causing further spasms of pleasure.  Once she’d peaked and was starting to relax again, he wriggled out of her, causing more moaning.

“That wass wild,” he hissed.  “Fun?”

Wanda nodded limply.  “I don’t think I can carry you like that while working.  I’d never be able to focus.”

“Pity.  Oh, I think I found your missing bride...”

“What?”

Nate exhaled as best he could and with a little help from the pump he was once again half-buried inside Wanda, this time face first.  He managed to wriggle back out with something pink clutched in his mouth.

Wanda stared down at it and started to laugh uproariously.  “No wonder!  Um... is it still cheat day?”

Nate grinned up at her.  “It’s not cheating if it’s with an inanimate object.  Or if your spouse is one... Mistress.”

Wanda studied Nate, trying to read the expression on his ophidian face.  “Would you really be okay with it if I turned you into a toy and fucked someone else?”

Nate held her gaze for a moment, then shook his head.  “Can I change the rule to ‘and’?”

Wanda grinned at him and held up his remote.  “This counts?”

Nate nodded.  A click later, he was unable to speak.  Wanda scooped him up in one hand and the toy in the other.  As she headed toward the bedroom she chuckled happily.  “This is going to be so much fun...”

And it was.