By Prender

TF (snake, food), TG


She looks so beautiful when she’s sleeping.

I prop myself up on one arm and watch her next to me in bed. She’s naked, and her small firm breasts rise and fall with her breathing. The sun shining through the window plays on her coffee-coloured skin. Her hair is a rich chestnut that falls around her face.

She looks vaguely Brazilian. She’s not, though. She’s not even a she.

Matt is my boyfriend, although right now she’s my girlfriend, thanks to a spur of the moment late night visit to a Venn machine. You know about Venn machines? Those mysterious booths that can turn you into anyone, anything? If you don’t then man, do I pity you.

Matt’s eyes stir and open. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Morning, darling.” I kiss her lips and snuggle close. (I like snuggles.)

Something between my legs begins to twitch. Again. Oh, did I mention Matt wasn’t the only one who switched gender last night?

Matt feels something growing against her skin and her eyes widen. “Again? I think you might be insatiable, mister.”

“Aw, you love it,” I say. “Hey, don’t forget what you promised to do today.”

“No way would I forget that,” she says, grinning. “I’m looking forward to my first animal TF.”

“Okay, then. We meet Bree for coffee, and then it’s back to the Venn machines. But first …”

“Yes?”

I stroke her face. “Well, we’ll think of something.”

*

Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Cait (“hi, Cait!”) and I’m a Venn addict.

Okay, well, not an addict. I’m pretty sure I could just give up Venn machines cold turkey if I wanted to. But, yeah, I don’t want to. Who would?

Well, sure, some people think they’re weird. Then again, some people think I’m weird. Alright, a lot of people think I’m weird.

I remember back in college. I was hanging out with my girlfriend (yes, I had a girlfriend. Hey, I just told you it was college. I was experimenting). Then her roommate at the time came to ask for our help.

“Sure, what do you want?” my girlfriend said.

“Can you turn me into a piece of cake?”

We both just stared at her before we said “what?!”

You’ve got to understand that this was a few years ago. Venn machines were still fairly new, and Sally was the first person I’d ever met who’d Venned. She explained what happened: you got into one side of a Venn machine, another person got into the other, and you used the machine to turn each other into something. Anything. Another person, an animal, something inanimate … even a piece of cake.

My girlfriend was appalled. She told Sally she was sick, that she should be ashamed of herself, that turning yourself into something else was against nature, dangerous, and would probably book you a one-way passage to hell.

And all the time she was screaming at Sally, I was sitting there thinking, this is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. Seriously, it gave me tingles all over.

So when my girlfriend got up and said “c’mon, Cait, we’re outta here,” I mumbled “uh, actually, I think I’ll stay and help Sally”.

Exit one girlfriend, enter a whole new world for me.

I can’t remember what Sally did to me that first time in a Venn machine. Made my boobies bigger, I think. Or made me a redhead. Something light and easy, just to show me what the Venn machine could do.

But me, running around to the other side of the booth, reaching into the machine through a door I’d never seen open and taking out a plate with a slice of blueberry cheesecake, a piece of cake that I knew to have until moments ago been a living breathing girl … well, that’s something I will never forget.

I took that cake to my dorm, and when it changed back to Sally, I asked her to take me down to the Venn machines and turn me into something. Something inanimate.

“Sure, what?” she said.

I cast my eyes around the room. “High heels. I wanna be a pair of high heels.”

Sally laughed. “Oh, I should introduce you to my friend Bree. You’d get along fabulously.”

And we did.

*

“Hey, girl!” Bree greets me at the cafe with a kiss. “Where’s Matt?”

“Making a quick stop at the bathroom,” I say. “Let’s grab a table. Jason at football practice again?”

“Uh-huh. So what did you do last night?”

“More like, who did I do last night,” I giggle.

Bree’s eyes sparkle. “Got pictures?”

I flick open my phone and show her the picture of the beautiful woman grinning up at me.

“Whoo!” Bree hands my phone back. “That’s a good one. And you, sweetie … were you a girl or a boy?”

“Boy. I’d show you the pictures but, well, we’re in public, and also I forgot to take any. I was kind of preoccupied.”

Bree laughs. “Understandable, especially with a partner looking like that. Did Matt like his new look?”

“Did I?” Matt’s arrived. “Did I ever. One of my favourite looks ever. I’ll want to try that one again … eventually …”

“Eventually?”

“Yeah, I’m not like Jason, who likes just having one female form. There’s so many beautiful women to be, why limit yourself? Besides, no disrespect, Bree, but Cait’s just so good at coming up with different girls for me to become …”

He squeezes my shoulder and I beam. Once again I realise how lucky we are to have found each other. On our very first date I’d just had a feeling about him and challenged him to Venn with me. He hadn’t hesitated and we’ve been together ever since. We’d moved in together about a month ago, and whether we were boy/girl, girl/boy or girl/girl didn’t matter. It always felt right.

(And yeah, we’ve been planning our first boy/boy Venn. Just haven’t got around to it yet. Like the man said, so many beautiful women to be …)

The waitress comes and takes our order. Once she leaves Matt grins that crooked grin I love so much and says: “So Bree, coming to watch my first animal transformation?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” she says. “But what’s it going to be? Oh, wait, you’ve got the cage with you, the one Cait uses when she’s a spider. So … I’m guessing you’re going to be a spider too?”

“A tarantula, Bree,” I say. “Not just a spider. A tarantula. A big beautiful tarantula.” (Yeah, I love being a tarantula. So cool.)

“And also … Buzz! Wrong!” Matt’s laughing now.

“Okay, so what then?”

 

The opening to the Venn machine opens and I practically leap out. I feel … different … but I don’t look different, so I don’t know what Matt did to me. (I found out later.) What I did to Matt, though, that I know.

There’s an opening on Matt’s side of the booth. I reach in.

He coils himself around my arm.

I lift him out and there’s just so much of him.

He wriggles up my arm and around my shoulders.

“So,” I say to Bree as I turn to her, “you like Matt’s new look?”

Bree looks at him, and then me. And then back to him, at his head, at his tongue forking out.

“Huh,” she says. “He’s a snake.”

“He’s a Stimson’s python, actually,” I say, correcting her. “Aren’t his marking beautiful?”

“Hmm. They are at that.” Matt’s a light background colour with red blotches. “He’s pretty long, though, isn’t he?”

“About three feet.” I stroke his back. It’s funny but I had an idea he’d be kind of slimy, but it’s the exact opposite — dry and smooth. Actually, he’s fun to stroke. Very relaxing.

“Uh, Cait?” Bree says. “People are starting to notice you’ve got a big snake around you.”

“He’s not that big. Some pythons can be up to 90 feet long.” I sigh. “But yeah, you’d better get in the cage, Matt. Don’t want people to freak out.” I open the door to the little pet carrier and he obligingly slides right in. It’s a tight fit but Stimson’s pythons actually like tight spaces — one of the reasons Matt chose this form.

I close the door and smile at my boyfriend, coiled up. Frankly, he looks just as amazing as a snake as he did as a woman.

“So … what now?” Bree asks.

“Well, we’re in a shopping mall, we’re two hot chicks … lingerie shopping?”

“Good idea.”

It’s in the change rooms that I discover Matt’s little gift for me.

Oh, you clever boy.

*

An hour and three shopping bags later, I’m on my way back home. It’s quiet when I let myself in. A little too quiet. Matt’s usually at home when I get there, or he’s with me.

Well, actually, he still is with me.

I put the cage on the floor and open it. Matt slithers out immediately. For a moment he just roils himself over my shoes. I smile. He does make a good-looking python.

“Go on,” I encourage him. “Go explore. The apartment will look really different from down there. Believe me, I know.”

I realise he can’t hear me, but he slithers away anyway, heading for the sofa. Or under it.

I dump my bags in the bedroom, then head to the kitchen and fill a low bowl with water. What do pythons eat? Mice, for one, but apparently you only have to feed them a couple of times a week. Matt’s only going to be a snake for eight hours, so hopefully I won’t have to feed him at all.

I flop down on the sofa, and watch as Matt slides out from under it. He heads for under the TV cabinet, and rolls himself up in a corner. I wonder vaguely if I should put the heater on for him. Do snakes get cold?

I remember our conversation from a couple of weeks ago.

“A spider!”

“No!”

“C’mon, Matt, you won’t believe how unbelievably cool being a spider is.”

“No offence, Cait, but that’s kind of your thing. I was thinking, maybe … a tiger?”

“Huh. Yeah, that wouldn’t cause any problems in a shopping mall. Nothing to worry about here, sir, just taking my tiger for a walk. How about an ox?”

“An ox? That’s better than a tiger? Nah, what I should be is something, you know, smaller but more powerful … like a …”

“Bad-tempered cat?”

“Like a python!”

“… Yeah, that was going to be my next suggestion.”

So now my boyfriend’s a big snake (but not too big) and I hope he’s enjoying himself. Actually, now I’m looking at him, I think he’s gone to sleep. Well. Way to celebrate your first animal TF.

Okay, that was harsh. Fact is, maybe this is what snakes do. Because when you turn into an animal via Venn, you’re … that animal. I mean, you’re still you, but you’re also that animal. When I’m a spider I know how to climb up walls. I don’t have to think about it, it’s instinct. But is that me doing it? Or the spider? Or, aren’t we one and the same?

This makes my head hurt. At least when you’re shoes, or a cookie, or a dress you don’t have to think too much about it. You just are that thing.

So anyway, maybe Matt’s instinctively sleeping because his snake part does that?

I sigh. I don’t usually overthink this stuff. But the fact is, while I volunteered to look after Matt when he became a snake … I’m a bit bored. When we Venn, it’s usually both of us changing together, or me changing and him looking after me.

Well, I could check my Instagram, or do a jigsaw puzzle, or finish that new Kim Harrison book …

And then I remember Matt’s present to me.

Actually, there’s two of them.

*
I go to the bedroom and take off my clothes. I stand in front of the mirror and admire myself. In particular, my boobs.

I swear I’m not that conceited (although yeah, I do think I’m kinda hot). But Matt changed something earlier about me. And here’s where I need to get personal.

My nipples, usually pert little things, have been enlarged. They’re about a half an inch long, and rise up from my areolas like mountains, and most importantly, they are as sensitive as fuck.

I discovered this in the changing room of a lingerie store where I brushed my fingers against them and almost screamed. Bree stuck her head in to see if I was okay, saw them and slowly retreated with a look of awe on her face.

So yeah, thanks honey, I think I can have fun with these!

First, though, I have to try on my new underwear. Again.

*

Woah.

Woah.

Again with the mirror. I have on black silk stockings, a lacy pair of black briefs, and two tiny triangles and a bit of silk masquerading as a bra.

Kinda hot? I think I’m really hot.

The fact is, every time I move the tiny bra rubs against my nips, and every time that happens, tingles shoot through me.

So, yeah, this underwear has to come off. Right now.

And when I’m naked, I hear something push against the door. I go and open it and find my boyfriend there.

I chuckle. “Wanted to see the show, huh?” I pick him up and he coils around my arm, giving it what I can only assume is an affectionate squeeze. He feels powerful like this, but he’s also being gentle. Up my arm he goes and around my shoulders.

And when he’s around my shoulders, he dangles down over my body.

And he brushes against my nipples.

My new, enlarged, chock full of nerve endings nipples.

Sirens begin to go off in my head.

“Matt, baby? I think I might need to lie down.”

As I sink onto the bed, he slithers down my body and past my thighs, down my leg …

What? Of course I didn’t do anything dirty with a snake! I said “thighs”, people.

Anyway, as Matt curled up around my feet … well, I could make it sound all pretty and poetic but basically I had a big ol’ orgasm.

And then I rolled over to my belly, ground my boobs into the mattress, and had another one.

*

“So, how was your day of snakiness?”

Matt lay back on the pillows. I stroke his cheek.

“It was amazing, just the different perspective,” he says dreamily. “I think I get what you like about being a spider.”

“Aww. And thanks for my gifts, honey. They were put to good use, believe me.”

“Yeah, I seem to recall some business going on this afternoon …”

“Really, I don’t know what you mean,” I say as innocently as possible. “So, you wanna be a snake again?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely!”

“Maybe I could become a lady snake as well and we could have hot snake on snake sex.”

Matt grins and swats me with a pillow. “You have such a dirty mind.”

Then his stomach rumbles.

“God, I’m hungry. Shall I call for a pizza?”

My eyes must have gleamed at the thought, because he adds, “Or maybe that’s giving you ideas. Maybe Chinese would be better.”

“Spoilsport.”

I’ll get him to turn me into a pizza by week’s end, for sure.