Imagine you work at an exotic animal breeding sanctuary; itâs been in your family for generations, but each generation finds something different. During your first few months here, barely 22 after your parents ran to Canada to live the rest of their days, you realize the large pythons actually seem much happier once moved to the pond area, you were able to move them here since the alligators got sold a few weeks ago (You were scared theyâd eat the other animals after the miniature horses went missingâŚ) The snakes and pythons began to recognize you, figuring out who you were; of course not by sight but by smell and heat sensory.  Your short stature made it easy for them to climb up your body, some times traveling through your pant legs and up your shirt; between your DD breasts and around your neck. You always had one on your shoulder, theyâre a familiar part of your life after a while, when you donât have one on you you just donât feel the same. Each day you test your trust just a little bit farther, inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter. Soon enough they start to sleep with you, it feels like they cuddle you, wrapping around your mid section and legs to keep you warm and safe.  The smaller ones like to curl up in your fluffy brown hair, almost like grass. Â
After a while you stop picking them off you to change; theyâll just move under your clothes. You try to shower one day and they wonât stay off, so you decide to shower with them. Â You use all natural soaps that are safe for any animals that donât hate lemon grass (the animals love it when you smell like this) and you feel the smooth, strong, muscly reptiles move up your body, exploring the new exposed skin. When you open your legs a bit to let the water run down, you feel a head glide by your woman hood making you shiver. Did.. it felt like it pressed its head into your crotch..? Youâre unsure but donât mind. Â A few days later you decide their blue lagoon is looking extremely inviting in the hot mid summer eve. The suns almost set, the sky a nice orange color. You strip easily, the snakes off for the day since they all eat today and you walk in slowly. The water is up to your neck, the perfect height as you close your eyes and float onto your back. You feel something move under your back and find your favorite boa, heâs named Sammy, you can tell him apart due to one of the markings on his head looking like a S; heâs the largest boa, but young for his age. Â He coils himself around you, but in a different manner than usual. Â Thatâs when the other large ones come too- thereâs a few now, at least four holding you, youâve decided struggling might lead to injury for you or the snakes. You stay still but move to the large smooth rocks where your still covered by water and snakes if you lay on it. Â Holding you firmly now, unable to move, a large female comes up and pokes at your opening. âH-Hey.. Donât-â you could feel her tail push up inside your opening, your leg being held by the large constrictors. Her tail is thick, this is your best breeding snake, but you havenât seen her in months; you thought she disappeared to die. Â Her tail goes past your cervix and your hands travel to your midsection to feel the lump, you look at her; the largest of the group, and see how lumpy her entire body is. You groan in worry realizing whatâs going to happen. She wraps around your legs a bit and you feel something in her body, a large oval shape press against your opening. Itâs almost stuck there, after a few seconds it pops in as you moan loudly, feeling it move inside your walls, at your cervix it takes some coaxing but goes trough, your hands feel the large lump now, the size of a large potato about. You stress, knowing itâs going to be a long night.
It took longer than all night, even the morning too. By mid day your womb had been stuffed full as she had emptied herself inside you. You looked like you were past date 2 months with triplets, large triplets. Once she leaves, she coats your cervix in something sticky. She does so for a long time, almost five minutes of injecting liquid. You realize it must be something so the eggs canât come out yet.  The other snakes go, for once your alone besides when itâs feeding time. Youâve never been so confused about the sanctuary⌠your hands move to your belly once again, your navel had popped out a long time ago.  You can feel each lump, each one pressing against your now taught skin. Your breasts are still under water as your belly pokes out of it. You struggle but finally manage to stand, feeling the weight of your belly makes your back hurt, but you canât keep your hands off the mound.  Once you start walking you can not only hear, but feel the eggs shift. The shells sound hard, and you know very well they should be soft. This makes you worried, but you trust in yourself that you can do this. Feeling the foreign eggs shift inside you makes your body quiver, your belly hangs low, and you keep pushing at the lumps to make them move. But then it hits you.
What happens when they hatch?
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Author here!!! (poshypop)
Ever since I discovered imagineyourepregnant, Iâve had the idea for an incubator for snakes or reptile eggs. Â I am also the author to the horse story where Zeus is introduced- Surprise! I just want to say THERE WILL BE A PART TWO TO SNAKES. I hope you enjoyed!
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