Anne read the paper as she ate her breakfast, spooning up cereal as she scanned the employment ads. She hated her dead end job... hated her dead end life... hated the tattered bathrobe she wore to the table, the only thing she had and could afford...
Then her eye fell to one ad: "sick snake. Needs nourishment. Any healthy woman can apply" there was more and an address, but Anne didn't care for a moment. She was stopped, like she'd been hit in the head. Then she checked the address again.
"I can treat a snake," she muttered. "Better than what I'm doing now..." she dropped the paper, finished her cereal and quickly showered.
The bus ride took her across town, and she felt nervous as she walked to the apartment building where the address was. The security guard stared at her as she pressed the button on the panel. After a second, the tinny speaker spoke.
"Hello?"
"I'm here for treating the sick snake?" said Anne, feeling stupid as the guard watched her talk to a ripped up microphone.
"Oh," came the voice from the speaker. "23G. As in the ad." Then the door buzzed, and Anne could pull it open. The guard watched her as she entered, then want back to his magazine.
The lobby was old, dusty. No desk, just a sofa and an elevator at the other end of the lobby. Anne walked slowly across the lobby, holding her purse. She pressed 2 and the elevator clattered down to her.
'I'm doing this instead of my job?' Anne asked herself as the elevator slowly rumbled up to the second floor. 'I must be an idiot'.
The door opened and Anne walked down to room 3G. She knocked on the door, expecting only silence.
An old woman opened the door, grey hair carefully coiffed, face lined but expressive.
"Yes?" asked the old woman.
"I'm here for the snake..." said Anne, almost swallowing her words. What would an old woman do with a snake? She probably had a bird as a pet. This was stupid.
The old woman's face lit up, eyes widening and mouth smiling. "Bertins!" said the woman to the side, turning her head. "Bertins! Someone's come for Izzy!"
"Bloody good," came a deep voice from the apartment.
"Come in," said the old woman and opened the door. Anne walked into a cozy little apartment, quite warm, smelled like copper. The old woman shut the door.
"I'm Edith," said the old woman with a bright smile. "And this is Bertins. Call him Bertie." She giggled, startling Anne.
"no, call me Bertins," said Bert as he stood and strode to Anne. He was dressed in a very old suit, quite sharp but 40 years out of fashion. He held out his hand and shook Annes. "Glad you applied."
"We've got very sick snake," said the old woman.
"Doing very poorly," said Bertins. "Very poorly."
"Think he needs a little nutritional one up," said Edith with a smile. Bertins shook his head slowly. "Would you like to see?"
Anne nodded, and Bertins shut the door behind her then nodded forward. "This way."
They walked down a hall, and Bertins stopped before a door. "Izzy's in here. Not doing well. Needs a dietary supplement, so to speak."
"Now wait a minute," said Anne. "There is a sick snake in that room?"
"Oh yes," said Bertins with a slow nod of my sparsely haired head.
"Then where is the dietary supplement I'm supposed to give it?" asked Anne.
Edith and Bertin glanced at each other with a small smile. Then it dawned on her.
"Oh! *I* am the dietary supplement!" For a moment, Anne thought of breaking and running. She could easily crash though these old people. Be safe in less than 5 seconds.
And then she remembered her dead end life, dead end job... and as she met Bertins' eyes again, she heard her voice say "Okay."
Bertins smiled and opened the door. "Izzy's right in here. I hope you can make him feel better."
Anne walked into the room, and her eyes widened when she saw Izzy, the 25 foot anaconda. It seemed to be doing poorly.
"Best if you're nude," said Bertins as he shut the door. "Better for Izzy."
Anne locked eyes with the sickly snake, then began to unbutton her blouse.
"Come on Izzy," she said, then threw her blouse into a corner. Anne wasn't wearing a bra- and she was surprised to find her nipples were hard. She quickly kicked off her skirt and panties (she hadn't shaved that morning), then her nylons and shoes.
The snake rippled closer to her.
"You're sick, I forgot," said Anne as she lowered herself to the floor, feet at the snake's mouth. The snake opened it's jaws, and Anne shoved them into the snake's mouth.
The snake's eyes widened, then closed on Anne's feet and lower legs. Anne could feel as the snake swallowed her legs
"Oh Jesus," said Anne as the snake swallowed her to her knees. "This is real. Why did I do this?"
As the snake swallowed her hips and groin, Anne cried "Why did I agree to this? I don't want to die! Oh God!"
But as the snake swallowed Anne past her navel, she realized it didn't feel bad being swallowed whole and alive... it was tight and warm... and the snake throat contracting on her lower body felt nice.
"Ah..." said Anne as the snake swallowed her to just under her breasts. "This isn't bad..." she said to herself. "Not bad at all..."
The snake swallowed again, leaving just her head and arms unswallowed, her breasts in the snakes mouth, lower body and groin in the snake's throat.
"Dietary supplement," she said to the snake, stroking it's lips. "I'm more than that, aren't I?"
Another swallow took Anne's head to the edge of the snake's throat, deep in it's mouth. Only her arms from the elbow up were unswallowed.
"I'm a God-damned real meal!" shouted Anne. "Not just a dietary sup-"
The snake swallowed again, and only Anne's hands were visibile in the snake's throat. Another swallow and then Anne was gone. Just a bulge in the body of the anaconda, coming to rest in the lower half of the snake. Just more game in the snake's belly.
"She was good, wasn't she?" said Bertins to Edith as they looked in the concealed mirror.
They made their way down to the lobby, and talked to Edwin, the guard. Their son.
"That was a good job, getting the paper to her," said Edith with a smile.
"It was easy," said Edwin. "Been following her for weeks."
"Got your eyes on someone else?" said Bertins as he smiled. He chuckled as Edwin pulled a long knife from his pocket.
"as long as Izzy's hungry, I've got my eyes open," said Edwin.
They all laughed.