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When it was time to relax, there was no better place for two snakes to spend their time, than in the sauna. A good workout already had them nicely heated, but they could always be warmer. They hadn't even meant to slither there together, but it seemed they both had the same idea. Both those handsome, well-formed serpents benefited from a good, hot steaming. They had eyes for each other from the moment they entered the locker room together, almost bumping into one another. Montiga looked up and down Spython's form, taking in the bulk and bulges of that fit and handsome snake, and he got an interested gaze right back. The copper python didn't hide in the slightest how attracted he was to the purple-scaled fellow before him, shooting Monty a big grin once he was done with an extensive examination of the other snake's entire body.

"My my," Montiga teased. "Just running into each other like this? It seems meant to be."

"Seems like you had the same idea as me. Extended sauna stay?"

"Oh yes. That's exactly what I had in mind. And I'm sure it will be all the more pleasant with your company."

They offered each other a lingering look of longing and lust, flicking their tongues at one another in almost perfect unison to take the first samples of each other's scents. Those richly exotic serpent musks were similarly intense, but each came with its own distinct flavour, its own taste to be swiped out of the air by those flicking tongues, swallowed and savoured as they started each other down, unblinking as snakes tend to be. A little hiss escaped Monty, and then Spython soon gave one of his own. They were nicely in sync, their bodies both feeling very much the same way about each other, filling them with the sorts of urges that weren't going to be easy to conceal. They stripped down together in silence but for all the hissing, revealing their scaly, shimmering bodies to one another as they shone beneath the locker room's lights. The scene of mutual nudity was a brief one, quickly covered up by their cunning use of towels, something they did while hardly breaking eye contact. That would have meant missing out on all those tantalizing details on display, and those brief glimpses at each other's uncovered crotches before the towel concealed all. Aside from those shapely bulges anyway.

Monty found himself flicking his tongue a whole lot more at the sight of that mostly-naked python right in front of him. He feasted upon that musk for as long as he liked, and got no complaint from the other snake. Spython just pressed closer, showing off a considerable bulge in his towel as they edged towards the sauna together. All Monty knew was that he greatly hoped they would have the place all to themselves. Partly for how much room he needed to stretch all those coils out comfortably, and partly for the desires he felt flooding him from the moment he first laid eyes on that other snake. Their meeting couldn't have been mere coincidence. Either Spython had been seeking him out, or forces beyond both their control had arranged for them to come together, right in that very moment. And when he pulled the sauna door open to reveal an empty, steamy room, Monty knew he was in for a very good post-workout session indeed.

Spython allowed the other snake to stretch out wherever he liked before moving in after him. Monty circled all around the room before finding the perfect spot to settle his bulk down, and Spython picked the bench just opposite of him so they could watch each other through the rising steam. He stretched his whole form out, spreading his legs, sitting back, letting that towel just barely conceal his bulge as it grew and grew. The intensity of the heat was bringing the musk out of them both, and that in turn only made them more aroused, thickening the air around them as that sweltering steam coated their scales. Monty hissily sighed as he slid down against the wall, letting those many well-worked muscles loosen up and relax. If it wasn't for his persistent lust keeping him focused on the other python, he might have slipped off into something almost like a nap, a half-awake state of rejuvenation. But by the ground shape of those python cocks beneath his towel, they weren't in there to relax. He shot a playful grin in Spython's direction.

"Something tells me you like what you see. No need to hide it. We're all alone here. And they never mind it when I do a little ... unwinding, around here. They know snakes like me have urges."

"And what kind of snake are you, exactly?" Spython teased, offering a flirty smile of his own. "Aside from the obvious that is."

"Mm, and what's obvious about me, exactly?"

"You're a big, handsome stud who knows what he wants. That much I can tell for sure. As for the rest - I think I have an idea, but I'd have to get closer to know for sure."

"Then you should do that." Monty leaned back and spread his arms and legs alike, ensuring there was a clear offer on the table as the other python began to walk towards him, licking along the corner of his lips. He had to admit, his head was already filled with ideas of what he could do with that other snake. But as for whether Spython would go along with them, that remained to be seen.

Spython did precisely that, stepping from the bench he'd just occupied to approach the other serpent. Standing close, he tapped his chin as he considered the bulk of Monty's mostly naked form, putting on a display of elaborate pontification. Only after he thought about what he saw for a good while did he actually say anything.

"Hm. Yes, very good, very good. Looks like I'm correct. But how can I be certain?"

His tone was as playful and teasy as could be, but Monty certainly wasn't to be outdone when it came to flirting. He leaned in close, letting the flicker of his forked tongue tickle the air directly in front of Spython's face, coming as close to licking him as possible without actually making contact. Though that was plenty close enough to taste him. They were already tasting each other plenty, those tongues jabbing in and out, feasting upon the humid the air giving them just as good a sample as if they were slathering each other up with messy slurps. Though of course that would have been more satisfying. They'd only just met, but they needed to touch. Looking and smelling wasn't enough. It wasn't clear whose idea it was first, but they were quickly on the same page as they leaned in to suck down each other's breath, tasting, warming, swallowing, until finally they met in that kiss they both so mutually desired.

Spython moved first to wrap his arms around the big male's body, embracing him in that snakeish way as Monty slowly curled his tail around the copper python's ankles. It was just a gentle smooch at first, their lips together, testing each other out, though it lasted for a while. Monty offered a hiss directly into Spython's mouth, wiggling that tongue between his lips, and Spython gave one right back. Those wet sounds mixed well with the overall smooch, leaving them exchanging saliva and tastes alike. Being so close to each other, swallowing each other's spit, was starting to give them ideas. Monty's muscles were giving those certain flexes, those subtle little indications of tension as thoughts started to brew in his head. In that heat, everything was so calm, so content, that he couldn't help thinking about indulging a little further. When they pulled back from the kiss, instead of relaxing, he instead made another lunge, though it wasn't for any sort of aggression. He was just taking another taste, this one a little more thorough, brushing along Spython's cheek with a messy streak of serpent spit.

"Mmm. You know. We're both snakes, but that's certainly not going to stop me from telling you how tasty you are," Monty said, speaking through some especially deep, seductive hisses.

The compliment was enough to make Spython blush a little, but he wasn't about to just let himself succumb to a little flirting and flattery. Instead, he just stuck his tongue out and moved a little closer.

"Funny. I could say that about yourself. You're not the only predator in the sauna today, you know." He flashed a little spark of something in his unblinking eyes, as if he were casting a spell. But that was just his natural python charm. "I've had my share of meals right here in this very room."

That put a broader grin than ever on Monty's face, enough to show those fangs of his. Hearing that made him so much more intrigued - and so much more interested in consuming Spython than ever before. But he was prepared to earn it. Seemed he was going to have to work a little harder than usual. So many preythings just took a few well-chosen words and some slick, sultry hisses, and they were all his. And if that wasn't enough, an extended smother in his crotch usually did the trick too. There weren't many who could resist his richly, uniquely exotic snakemusk - except perhaps for another deliciously-scented serpent predator just like him. There was only one way to know who was better, who deserved to eat who.

"Hmm. I should have known someone like you would have similar tastes. You have that look about you. That doesn't mean we're not compatible though."

That made Spython perk up with a spark of curiosity.

"Oh?"

"Indeed. All we need to do is have a little competition. What do you say ... cock to cock. We go until someone cums first. Whoever does, loses."

"Hmmmm." Spython visibly thought about it, striking a thinker pose as if he were considering some great philosophical quandary. Then he looked up, and mirrored that particularly devious grin Monty was wearing. "Oh yes. I think that will do nicely. Let's get rid of these towels, shall we?"

Monty was way ahead of him on that. Before Spython even finished his sentence, the purple snake cast away the last of his coverings, going from vaguely modest to completely exposed just like that. The copper snake quickly followed suit, exposing his full set. Showing off like that was the final catalyst he needed to start firming up, showing off the very tips of his twin, solid lengths, a pair together to duel with Monty's own set. They both of them were only starting to get visibly aroused, but that was still plenty of girth on display, glistening and dripping as they poked out of their slits. Hopping right up into the other snake's lap, Spython put his hands on Monty's shoulders as he snuggled in just right. Getting the right position took a little wiggling, swaying his thick tail back and forth, but soon they were slit to slit, grinding and humping and helping each other unsheath those twin cocks all nice and lubricated, slipping and slopping against each other as they humped their way to full. Soon, once they'd slipped free of those slimy slits, there were four firm snake dicks rubbing up against one another, their surfaces glistening under the low lights, adding some extra heat to the steamy room.

As for who was bigger, it was hard to really say. They were both throbbing so much, bulging with the pressure through that dual set of twins, making them swell up even fatter than before. Musky splurches of thick, creamy precum splashed over them both, painting each other's scales in that scent, intensified by all the heat and humidity steaming around them. Snakes didn't overheat easily, but even they were feeling it to some extent, not helped by how thickly that heavy sex-scent was wafting around them both. It was enough to make Monty drool just a little, but he wasn't going to let himself be distracted. The position he was in made it slightly difficult to fully move and buck how he wanted, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try. Bumping his way upwards, he met Spython's dicks with his own over and over, getting a good plap and thud going as he humped and slid back and forth against those twins, letting them intertwine in the sloppy grinds of their competitive frotting. The juices flowed steadily, loudly splashing when they fell to the steamy floor, or just clinging to each other's scales until it wasn't clear who smelled more like who.

"Mmm ... pretty good so far," Spython huffed, flicking his tongue in and out in particularly lewd fashion. "But I think we can speed things up a little. I'm getting hungry. Nothing like churning someone up after a good workout. Even a predator like you. I bet you'd be extra nutritious, for all the meals you've added to your body over the years."

With that, he wrapped his fingers around those sets of dicks, squeezing them together in one hand, and then a second, double-fisting their collective girth while they started humping at each other all the more vigorously. Spython led the way at first, but Monty wasn't about to be shown up, gliding and glossing up and down along the other snake's set while they accelerated into something more frantic than playful. Neither one of them wanted to be the one to cum first, but that meant they had to make the other one cum if they were going to win. Soon it wasn't a trickle of juices so much as it was a splash, a puddle forming over Monty's thighs as they slicked each other up over and over, humping, squeezing, stroking, sharing in every single pleasurable stroke while they pumped and rubbed but made sure to keep hold of themselves. Looking deeply into each other's eyes the whole time, they breathed deep into each other's open mouths, alternating between panting and simply exchanging those mischievous, confident grins. By the twitches running through each other's bodies, both of them were getting increasingly sure they were going to be the one to win. Spython was the first to express his plans.

"Hmmf ... hold on tight, Monty. As soon as you go off, I'm going to to put your handsome face beneath my tail, and use you for a lovely little sex toy. Up and down, until you're totally trapped inside me, slurped up and away to stretch out my belly. Mmmm - and I bet you'd like that, too."

"Hssss. Maybe." Montiga remained relatively nonchalant, despite the ferocity of stroking they were working up, refusing to betray just how good he was feeling. "But maybe I have a better plan."

"I'd like - nnnf - to hear it."

Spython couldn't keep the pleasure out of his voice any longer. The spurting of his precum was indication enough of how much he was enjoying himself anyway, shooting up in long ropes like he was already cumming all over Monty. It didn't count, not yet. Thick as it might have been, it was still watery enough. His building, rumbling orgasm was still intently rumbling up in his nuts, ready to blow but held back by willpower alone. Said willpower was being put to the test enough already, and Spython's trial and stamina and focus got a little harder with every single word out of Monty's mouth, keeping him throbbing and flexing, one good rub in exactly the right place away from just blasting his load all over Monty's scales, competition be damned.

"I think a good, potent snake like you deserves something better than pudge. I'll give you that. And I look at you, and I just, hssssss."

It was the deepest, most seductive of Montiga's hisses. It almost always worked - but then, most people he used it on weren't snakes themselves. Maybe Spython had a built-in immunity to it. He was just going to have to go on.

"I bet you would make such a good orgasm. Once I get you in there, I'll be moaning and humping the air, pounding away until you're all sloshed up and ready to spurt out my dicks as a huge, splattering cumshot ... yesssss ..."

It was almost working. Monty could see the expression on Spython's face shifting from confident to blissful, coming so very close to just giving in. Though it was going to have to work fast, because Monty too could feel himself edging, dripping, twitching up to something near a peak. They were both one good rub away from exploding, moving less, shivering as they grunted and gasped into each other's faces. The steam just made every touch that much more intense, the leaking, gushing juices clinging to them both. They'd marked that sauna in their collective musk, the scent of two horny snakes wafting about, clinging to the walls, slipping right under the door. They looked into each other's eyes like they were having an old west duel, their gazes finally starting to waver, those unblinking glares trembling right along with the rest of their bodies. The strain was starting to become unpleasant for Monty. It felt good at first, but now the pressure was just uncomfortable. He needed that relief, wanted so badly to just give in and enjoy blasting off after holding on for so long. A jolt, a toss of his head, and he projected out that wet hiss that was his submission to defeat.

Losing had never felt so good. He let his body slump into that mind-shaking orgasm all at once, relaxing his muscles and giving in to that primal craving. All the buildup meant he went off like a shot, a rocket achieving liftoff as he painted Spython down in the seed, offering tribute to the other snake's victory in the form of hot, high-pressure ropes. It was enough to leave him whimpering. He wasn't in control of his own body for as long as that orgasm took hold. Even knowing what it meant, even knowing what was coming. Maybe that even made it better. It was the forbidden cumshot, emptying his nuts right out as hard as he could even if it meant agreeing to be the python's dildo as soon as he was done spurting. It certainly took a while. He was pumping for what felt like a full minute, soaking not just the other snake, but the walls, the ceiling, leaving a swirling pool of spunk to trickle slowly towards the door and work its way through the cracks. That wasn't going to make it drain away anytime soon. The place was flooded, thick with head-clouding snake musk, and it was only making Spython more excited.

"Yesssss, I knew it! Some part of you wanted to be mine, didn't you? You knew there's nothing quite like seeing a big bad predator finally meet his fitting fate, hmm? I bet you're gonna cum while I use you for my living dildo, Monty ... or maybe while you're all tucked up tight in my gut."

The purple snake had to be impressed on just how well his rival predator had held onto his orgasm. Even with that swelling, twitching arousal between his legs, he was patiently holding off until the perfect moment. That meant making his cock swell up to an even larger size than normal - and the python was hung enough already. His balls too were so very taut, going perfectly smooth all over for how tight they were, audibly sloshing with seed, ready to churn up a load or maybe two. There was no more room in there. Spython couldn't have shoved Monty down his dick if he wanted to. He had to make good on all his teasing, all those seductive words that had painted just the right images to make Monty pop off. A slow sway of his hips and he got up, turned himself around, showing off that fine, scaly ass, swinging his tail back and forth a few times, bending down to push that booty right in his rival's face. With a grin overtaking him, he winked over his shoulder at Monty.

"Hmmph. Well, if you're not going to manage to make me cum that way, I'll just have to do it myself."

Another spin of that thick tail and he put those heavy balls right in Monty's face, clutching at that purple hair to shove forth and smother him in musky sack. That was exactly where Spython kept him for a while, grinding back and forth, keeping Monty utterly immersed in that thick, wafting scent. Rubbing back and forth, humping, plapping those nuts on his rival's lips and nose, of course Spython was going to revel in his victory a bit, literally rubbing it in Monty's face as he chuckled down at the cum-soaked, submissive serpent. The other snake didn't offer any sort of resistance when Spython pulled him down to the floor, making Monty kneel before him while still smothered in his balls. An urgent thrust forth encouraged him to sniff and lick, to worship the snake who had so fairly beaten him. Monty wasn't going to go back on a bet just because he lost, even if the result was hard to believe. Besides, bathing in that musky snakescent was far too powerful to let him stay focused. He lost himself down in the depths of that heated aroma filling his mind, making him savour and slather Spython's sack while the python considered what to do with him.

"I know it'd feel good to have you wriggling down my cock. But no - I know exactly where I need you. Having you as a nice scaly purple butt-toy is exactly what I need to get off. Just hold still there a moment."

Maybe he could have slithered away, but that would have been cowardly of him. Monty put it all on the line, and he lost, so now he had to deal with the consequences. Even if that meant watching Spython swing around again, slipping his tail over Monty's shoulders, curling it to tug his prey closer. Soon he had Monty smothered in the finely-crafted cheeks of his ass, slowly seating himself over that whole face, grinding a little. He kissed that taut ring against Monty's lips, but a little push and he was soon stretching himself to envelop the rival snake. A little squish and squeeze and he easily relaxed to allow for such a large penetration, sinking slowly down over Monty's entire head. Soon those deep hisses were filtered through the other snake's insides as Montiga found himself utterly immersed in that fine rump, overwhelmed and clenched tight, slowly kneaded inwards by the powerful inner muscles. Once Spython had a hold of him, clamping down hard, he wasn't letting go.

A nice smooth schlick down had him rushing over Monty's shoulders. That was the biggest stretch, and it didn't even phase him much. He fed that snake into his thick ass and started pumping, bouncing up and down on the first foot of that snake-turned-sex-toy he was making out of Monty. That was enough to get him moaning, get him really clenching down to help squeeze all the pleasure out of his living dildo he possibly could. He wasn't just going to consume him, he was going to take such pleasure out of doing so first. Bouncing that butt, he settled into a comfy squat, using his tail for balance and leverage alike, shoving at Monty, making sure that snake kept slipping in just right while he fucked himself with the whole upper quarter of his prey. From the very tip of his snout plunging deep inside, to his shoulders, his biceps, his chest, Monty was completely immersed, getting shoving inside with a warm pop only to schlurp back out and leave Spython bracing for another thrust. He was hissing so wetly it had him drooling on himself, and his cock was left swollen to the point of spurting precum right across the room. He was so very close. Just a little more.

Monty couldn't help but give a few strokes of his own. Getting all immersed in that sauna within a sauna, slick with sweat on the outside, hot and humid on the inside, that was enough to leave even the most cold-blooded of beasts absolutely sweltering. He jerked off to the feeling of getting used like that, utterly humiliated, dominated by that fine snake booty working him over. Those clenches were truly impressive, the soft inner walls squishing around him like the constrictions of a snake's coils. That made perfect sense, really. Monty was prey, and that python was devouring him inch by inch even while he used him for a toy, making that ass jiggle with the vigour of him pounding down on the kneeling snake. Spython had won, and he could be as indulgent as he wanted, working down in a squatting pose that almost had him dropping his ass right down to the cum-splashed floor, really working that spire of the other snake's upper half. He was right down to Monty's waist by then, playing with his dick but holding tight to the base to keep from going off just yet. Spython wanted to wait until the perfect moment to blast his load, and first that involved slowly enveloping Monty's hard cocks.

The purple snake's fingers slipped from his shafts as he felt his tip penetrating into that hungry hole, feeling it clenching up around his first few inches and dragging the rest inside. That left his dick trapped against his belly, squished in with the rest of him. His own hips were another stopping point for Spython, leaving the other snake squeezing extra hard for a few seconds. Those popped in after that, slipping deep, leaving just Monty's faintly wriggling legs and tail sticking out from beneath Spython's own. The victorious snake took the time to coil his tail around his prey's, embracing like mating serpents, squeezing, tugging, teasing. Then it was just another handle to help him stuff his meal away. Spython slowly made his way back to his feet, standing slightly hunched over while he watched his belly swell. His cock soon ended up squished against the outline of Monty's face as he bulged out with the other snake curling up in his belly. Of course he made sure to hump at those features, grinding all over that shape, spurting precum all over his prey-gut while he hissed his way every so close to climax.

"Ahhh ... how's it feel, all snug in your new home, Monty?" Spython stretched his arms above his head and cracked his back, then planted his feet firmly so he could start fucking his way up and down those thighs. "Mmmmf ... not done yet. You're going to make me cum hard, like a good little toy. Think you make a better dildo than a predator anyway. Ssssssssso close now, just keep doing what you're doing, hissy buttplug ..."

Spython curled his tail around Monty's ankles and held on tight, squeezing them together while he thumped himself nice and deep with almost the entirety of Monty's body. From head to knees, that snake-toy got shoved inside, then yanked out to the waist, only to get slammed in again. The victorious predator got wild with it, leaving himself sinking down to his knees in steamy cum while he fucked that snake right up his ass, taking him all the way to the ankles only to yank back and do it again. Monty's cock got shoved inside that stretched hole over and over, leaving him throbbing hard against his own gut, sending pulses through his entire body. He was aching for release by then. So was Spython, but he simply had to milk out as much pleasure as he could before tucking his prey away. One more good deep thump, shoving Monty's face against those belly walls, and those telltale contractions finally fell over him. He clenched down hard, so tight it felt for a moment like he could crush Monty, but his insides were too soft for that. Instead, he just made his prey gasp in his gut while he frantically humped that trapped bulge, cock trembling, balls rapidly twitching, his whole body going into hissing convulsions that seemed almost violent. He might not have been fully in control, but it was exactly what he needed after so much buildup, so much discipline and strain just holding orgasm back to let it flood his nuts with fresh spunk. When he finally went off, he painted the whole sauna white.

"Ssssss, fuck, that's good, Monty ... rub right against my button while I go off ..."

He was right, Monty's dicks were grinding right against the other snake's prostate while Spython fired off fat ropes of cum. They were juicy enough to splurch audibly from his dick, and then the splatter of each shot hitting the walls was even louder. He filled that sauna with steam so thick he seemed to vanish into it, soaking in sweat and blazing with snake musk while he went off. That cumshot went on for so long he was left numb by the time it came down to the last few trickles. He huffed, he hissed, he drooled plenty, his forked tongue extended from his mouth. There was cum all over that prey-fattened gut of his, and it was about to get even bigger. With a long, wet sigh, he settled down onto his side and slurped the last of Monty away, slowly squeezing him up the back way until that other snake was completely settled into his stomach. That process brought so much pleasure to his overstimulated insides that he was left numb for a little while, rocking back and forth, faintly moaning as he basked in the perfect post-orgasmic haze while so much steam rose from his body it looked like he was about to burst into flames. All that was left was to digest his meal.

A slow shift around in Spython's gut came with Monty repositioning into a nice, curled up shape. Spython gave his prey a few prods and squeezes just to tease him, hissing down at him. His gut was already starting to get to work, already kneading, sloshing, churning around the confined snake. He was going to digest that predator right there in a puddle of his own sweat and cum, and he made sure to jostle his meal up and down to splash his digestives juices all over those pretty purple and blue scales.

"Yes, very good. Right where you need to be. How does it feel, losing to another snake, finding out you weren't the top pred all along? I bet it feels good ... I bet you wanna cum even while I'm digesting you ..."

Such teasing was entirely accurate. Monty was already moving to pleasure himself while he churned there as a taut belly bulge. Spython hugged around his meal and squeezed tight, almost crushingly so, but still left enough room for Monty to curl up and slip his own cocks between his lips. A sloppy schluck of that double self-suck was audible even through the layers, mixing in with the generous gurgles as Spython started to really churn him. He went ahead and humped Monty while he was at it, pleasantly drained but still hard, still horny, squeezing all the lust out of that digestive process he possibly could. That was enough to get him driving towards another orgasm, even if this was sure to be a smaller one than before. He sucked air in through his clenched fangs as he flicked his tongue with delight, grinding on the bulge of Monty while that trapped meal sucked himself right down to the balls, deepthroating his own dick down there in the heat and juices of Spython's gut.

That went on, wetter, hotter, messier by the second until they were working each other to a peak again. Maybe it was a matter of absorbing that shared sexual energy, or maybe they were just nicely in sync, but they blasted off a shared orgasm, cumshots hitting hard while they shook and rattled with pleasure. Monty made that belly jiggle as he worked up a fat load to guzzle down, filling his own stomach to the point of bloating with just how much cum he was chugging right from the tap. Spython meanwhile made a great big mess of that outlined prey of his, cumming all over Monty once more, slowly flopping onto his back just to let his dick go off into the air. He hosed himself down and sprayed it on the bench behind him, adding that much more musk and steam to the mix swirling through the air. Anyone who might have walked in right then would have been instantly floored by the rich snakescents permeating through everything. He was probably marking down the room itself, never to smell of anything but musky snake sex again.

"Ahhhh ... good prey. Time for me to take a rest, now. I'll find a nice warm spot to sit back while you melt down into pudge. I hope you don't make me too fat, now. I'm going to enjoy wearing you on my everything. Mmmmf - my gut, my ass, my thighs ... you'll make everything that much thicker, like the good meal you are!"

It wasn't easy, but he slowly hauled himself up onto that same bench, slipping along the splash of cum he left there. There wasn't anywhere else any less splattered in the room, and his cold-blooded self wasn't about to leave that steamy sauna behind. Not when it did such a good job soothing his every muscle, the added humidity of all that snake musk just adding to the effect. It was the perfect place for a full and satisfied serpent to stretch out and get comfy, patting his gut a few times. Monty was still whole, still moving, squirming a touch but mostly settled in and ready to accept what was about to happen to him, slowly but surely. Cumming that hard certainly helped. He slithered his way into a hissy simmer, tail coiled around himself. That wasn't going to protect him from digestion, of course, but that process came smoothly and gently. He was just going to have to drift off for a nap right along with Spython and let himself be claimed.

It didn't really matter how much time went by. Spython had the gym all to himself for the night, left undisturbed as the distinct shape of Monty in his gut slowly smoothed over and flattened down as the hours rolled by. That digesting snake got nicely absorbed by the other, helping pad out Spython's shape, fattening him up here and there but in all the right ways. From an imposing, solidly-built predator to a figure no less predatory, but much softer, wider, perhaps even a touch feminine with how much weight went to his hips and ass, Spython was looking good. Even his cock and balls were getting plumper, padding on some extra girth thanks to all those siphoned nutrients from Monty's digested body, leaving his sack sagging and engorged with some freshly churned cum. There was plenty of snake to convert, and some of him made for another cumshot stretching Spython's nuts taut. He dozed and sometimes slept through the noisy gurgles and groans of his gut, but everything comfy. It was doing its job, digesting other predators, like he had so many times before. Though of course, Monty was a pretty impressive addition to the scorecard.

He kept on churning Monty until his belly was nothing more than a smooth, round paunch, showing no sign of that big meal anymore. When he woke up, he was utterly coated in sweat, slathered in the musk of their competition, wearing it like a perfume. And he felt incredible. There was just something about digesting someone that made his body feel like it was positively glowing. He got up and finally opened the door to that sauna, letting out a whole wafting wave of steam and musk to flood the rest of the gym. His gut sloshed a little as he walked, and did his balls. He was still waking up, but his cock was already ready to go. Reaching down, he gave it a squeeze, and lightly winced at the feeling of pressure, of need, reaching desperate levels before he'd taken a few steps out of that musk-bath. Shuffling his way across the locker room, he eventually found Monty's locker. After snatching a few choice pieces for his own collection, he just threw it wide open and pointed his cock at it, wildly jerking until he went off once more, jolting, humping, slickly hissing as he spurted hard enough to leave that little storage space overflowing. He slammed the door shut before he was done, trapping that fresh-made cum inside for whoever to find, that thick load trickling down the other lockers all thanks to the churned up snake.

After that, he was content to step away from the mess and instead turn towards one of the mirrors in the locker room. There was just so much to admire he didn't know where to start. His hips, his thighs, those were worth squeezing and squishing into just so he could see how soft he was. He hefted his prey-fattened balls too, letting them jiggle with their added weight. And of course he played with his belly some, digging his fingers into the paunch Monty had given him, finding so much to pinch where there wasn't any before. The main attraction though was that fattened ass, made even more shapely, so plump and around thanks to all that serpent he'd added to himself. Spython swirled around and swished his big tail a few times, getting a good look at his backside bouncing up and down in the mirror. How he was going to fit that into his shorts again, he really had no idea. Everything was going to be fitting tighter around that great big prey-booty for a while. He huffed at his own reflection, speaking softly.

"Hmph. Such a fattening meal you were, Monty. Awfully inconsiderate of you? Do you know how much work it's going to be, melting you off my ass? Oh well." He planted his hands on his hips and gave a little swish to the side. "Guess I'll just have to enjoy the thickness while it lasts. I wonder who I can make into my next buttstuffer ..."

Of course, his prey couldn't hear him anymore. He was part of that figure, adding curve and plushness all over, making those scales gleam. All because of a silly bet - one he never expected to lose. Rules were rules, and prey got pudged to serve as the superior predator's trophy fat.