You shake and breathe hard as Cora—Mrs. Pachis—Lila’s mom—slithers her tail further over your shoulders, already so heavy that you would crumple to the floor if she didn’t also hold you up with her scaly grip.

She stays close enough for you to feel hear breath, her chuckles, and you know you shouldn’t look at her eyes but her slithering grip stalls your mind, your resistance. She hasn’t started hypnotizing you, at least, but you expect it any second.

“Don’t worry,” she murmurs, her deep voice kneading the core of your mind, “I’ll show you everything you need to know to please my daughter.”

“I—I don’t—” You’re not even sure if you’re trying to convince Cora or yourself that you don’t want to date Lila. Do you want to date Lila? How could you not?

You gasp as Cora’s snake body curls up from behind you, so thick it’s a wonder she can pass through doors. She rises under your butt and pushes you into a sitting position on her. Your breathing shakes, impossible to regulate as Cora’s body slithers around you, not quite wrapping you in coils but rising such that she could with a moment’s twitch.

“Now, now, I saw the way you looked at each other.” Cora squeezes your face in her soft hands. “And I understand why my daughter looks at you that way, you are so adorable.” She chuckles as you blush.

“Look, I—I appreciate it, but—” Cora touches a finger to your mouth and shushes you.

“There’s no need to thank me, my dear, I only want to make you and Lila happy. Now, I don’t think it should be a surprise that the quickest way to please a lamia is with their scaly body, after all there is so much of it.”

You keep trying to refute Cora’s suggestions and advances but she closes in her body and squeezes loops around you, gripping your legs and hips and chest and shoulders. You gulp as she squeezes your neck, unable to speak, breathing tight. You try to pull her tail off but your arms are bound down in her loops.

“My sweet daughter is probably too shy to try anything,” Cora says, “so I suggest you take the initiative.”

The end of her tail curls around your head and cups your chin. Her grip on your neck relaxes, easing your breathing, but it grows thicker, and every time you swallow you feel her body.

“Pull her tail into your hands and give it a cuddle. Show her body affection, and she’ll show you affection.”

Cora pulls her tail away from your head and slithers down your body, wrapping more loops around your legs. She slides her scales close around you, but she doesn’t squeeze, giving your legs freedom of movement.

“But your legs, oh, human legs are so wonderful, and I guarantee Lila will be just as eager to wrap around your legs as I—” She clears her throat. “As any lamia would be.”

Her coils close around your hips, sliding up your body as she spaces them out over your legs.

“And you have such an exquisite butt, my dear, those hips and thighs are so splendid, so don’t at all be afraid to let Lila wrap you and rub you in her body, she’ll enjoy it, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

“I—I think I get the picture,” you say. Maybe she’ll stop here and you can get out of this. “I don’t need anymore—”

You shudder and twitch as Cora slides her tail between your thighs, squeezing your legs in her coils against her body. She chuckles and leans close over you as she ripples your body in her grip, sliding against your butt as she wraps her coils higher up your body.

“Don’t be silly, deary,” she says, squeezing your face. You try to protest through your gasping breaths but she slides her tail over your mouth. “We haven’t even gotten to the most important part, the part that will make my dear daughter want to snuggle and cuddle you all day long.”

You groan under Cora’s grip. Hard as it is to think about anything but the pressure she’s sliding over your body, you have a feeling you know what she’s talking about. You shut your eyes, but the rippling pressure on your body twitches them open.

“My dear Lila always did love her big plushies,” Cora says. Her eyes pulse with bright colors, greens and blues gripping your thoughts and twisting through your mind. “She would wrap them in her tail and cuddle them all night long.”

Cora presses closer against you as her coils rise higher, grow thicker, swallow your body in scales. All you can see are her eyes, perfusing your mind with her hypnotic colors.

“I’m sure she would love it if you were a plushy for her,” she says. “Still as a statue, but oh, so, very, soft.” She squeezes your body to punctuate each word. Your breathing slows as your mind slows, thoughts floating still as if—

As if your mind were full of stuffing.

“That’s the way to win my daughter’s favor, my dear.” Cora massages your body as she holds you closer, stroking your head like a pet. “Be there when she needs you, always available for all the hugs she needs, always eager to be her cuddlesome plushy.” She pulls your gaze closer and washes out your mind with her hypnotic eyes. “And let her do the thinking. We lamias are always much better at thinking than humans.”

Your mind empties of thoughts and a smile spreads across your face, wide and blank as your mind as your eyes pulse with Cora’s hypnotic colors. She chuckles as she rhythmically squeezes her coils over your body.

“Of course, I prefer my humans as hard as my ancestor made them.” Her chuckle grows into a guffaw. “Ah, but I know my daughter likes things softer.”

You float and swirl through endless hypnotic pleasure, sliding and streaming along squeezing scales.

When you blink you’re sitting in the room on a chair. Despite everything Cora did your clothes don’t look wrinkled in the slightest, you don’t feel any pressure, any sweat, it’s like—you just imagined it. Cora is rummaging through a box.

“I know that was a lot I just told you,” she says, “but I do hope you’ll consider it.” She smiles to you. “I’m sure you would be a wonderful partner for my dear Lila.”

You inhale to speak, but you’re not sure what to say. Cora taps your head with a finger and grins.

“Oh, and don’t let my daughter know I was the one to put the suggestion in your head, would you?”

“Put—the—what—in—what—” Your thoughts feel jumbled, but you find yourself thinking about Lila. Sure you’ve thought about her before, about snuggling and coils and—and everything she can do—but it feels stronger in your head now.

Did Cora do something to you? Or did everything you just felt—or imagined?—or, you don’t even know, you just know that if Lila swept you off your feet you would be happy.

“Anyway, enough about romance.” Cora laughs. “Let’s get to the work you came here to help me with, shall we?”