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 Tommy had been avoiding his best bro Trevor ever since the 'Kaa' incident,
where his snake-fixated friend had seduced him with the brain-cleansing
power of Kaa to become a slave to his hidden desires.  Images of that
spiraling iPhone app and that ridiculous cartoon snakes had been seared
into his head, as well as his half snaked friend straddling him while
whispering him to sleeep...

   "Ugh!" Tommy groaned, slapping his face hard to force his mind back to
reality and the mountain of schoolwork piled on his computer desk.  The
chewed up number two pencil and wet dark drool marks on his trigonometry
homework were telltale signs that his mind had drifted back to that happy
place of warmth of contentment...

   "Ahhh goddamit!" Tommy said, lifting his shirt up and anxiously fumbling
with the waistband of his boxers.

   The slightly pudgy teen nerd's every waking thought was quickly being
occupied by Trevor and his strange kinks.  His grades were slipping and his
already non-existent social life had taken a further hit.  As the slick
slime of precum hit palm, Tommy closed his eyes tight and gave into the
motions of passion, his friend's lithe frame enrapturing his minds eye. 
Moaning in that distinctive teenage haze, 'fuck, fuck Tommy, don't stop, I
want that snake prick all up in me, I've been a naughty little mancub...'

   Tommy came in a geyser of passion, and died the sweet little death in
the squalor of his darkened little nerd cave, surrounded by an entire
platoon of cartoon action figures neatly ranked and filed on their own
little shelves, encased in their original packaging for all eternity so as
not to decrease their market value.  Tommy's Superman boxer shorts were
creamed with his white-hot load, spurting from the rigid real steel within.
Tommy gasped and tensed in sweet agony, his possessed hand jerking back and
forth even after he'd reached his climax.  His face had comically contorted
into a wide-eyed 'o' face, a sure sign that the bliss he was feeling was
almost the next best thing...to Trevor.  For real, again.  And not under
the influence of any hypnotic digital trickery.  This time he'd be stone
cold sober.  And he wouldn't have any refusal.  The nerd was fed up. 
Trevor was his.

   Tommy yanked off his soiled shirt and boxers, navigated the mess of junk
food wrappers and anime dvds on his room floor scrambled towards the
shower. It took all the willpower he had not to jerk it raw in this steamy
warm 10-minute fugue state.  Once he cleaned himself off and speckled his
flabby physique with a liberal amount of Old Spice, there was no stopping
him.

   "Soon little Tommy," he told his favorite appendage.  "Soon."

   Meanwhile, in a middle class suburb adjacent to Tommy's...

   Trevor Solitaire turned up the classic Sterling Holloway rendition of
'Trust in Me' even higher to drown out his 'lil bro's plaintive cries.  It
was always something with Jason.  First he expected to be fed.  Then, to be
taken the neighborhood pet store for a pet tentacle monster.  And after all
that brotherly effort, to expect Trev to stop everything and rescue his
imperiled sibling from the thing's slimy clutches.  Talk about ungrateful!
The defiant teen wasn't gonna be his 'lil bros doormat any longer, letting
the increased volume in his noise cancelling headphones smooth out the
desperate wails for help.

   Trevor's eyes watered unblinkingly at his iMac's Kaa screensaver,
watching those maddening never ending spirals pulsate and flow out from
that imperceptible center.  Trev's dick miraculously twitched to life,
growing harder in response to the visual stimulation of Kaa's inescapable
eyes.  Oh, it was all so decadent.  To be so taken over with raw
animalistic lust by a mere cartoon, and what's worse, one of a minor
lisping snake character from an old Disney movie.  It was almost too much
for the boy's groin to bear.  Lucky for him, he had a true blue-balled
friend waiting in the wings downstairs to help him out.  Relief was coming!

   Tommy creaked open Trevor's backdoor and slinked his way through the
darkness of the living room.  The house was as quiet as a titmouse, and the
only light available was the eerie static glow of the living room
television.  Strange wet spots made a trail across the thick beige carpet.
The reclining chair had been overturned, and strange dark shapes slithered
around in the corner of his eyes.  Tommy trembled in fright, his confidence
leaving him and his libido weakening.  Should it be time to abort?  And get
the holy fuck out of this evil unholy place before he becomes its next
victim?

   Tommy shrieked as he came upon the horrifying sight of Trev's little
shota brother Jason covered in translucent green goo with a distended
Tummy. The boy was stark ass naked, which might've been a plus if not for a
fact that his strange worm-like bulges were burrowing under his skin.

   "K-k-ill me," Jason desperately rasped, vomiting up the greasy contents
of his Jungle Book happy meal.

   "Ah, fuck that shit!"

   Tommy callously left the doomed shota to his fate as he scrambled up the
stairs to Trevor's room.  His overweight nerd body grew slick with sweat,
pit stains spreading out from the sleeves of his favorite dog-themed Star
Trek parody shirt.  It was now or never.  There was no turning back.  No,
his horny level wasn't going to allow him.  Tommy clasped the metal
doorknob with his trembling hand and opened it.

   Trevor still glued to his computer screen, panting and drooling in lust
at the digital snake beckoning him to sleep.  The teen's briefs bulged with
his throbbing boyhood; his thoughts consumed with nothing but desire to
stare ever further into the novelty Disney screensaver.  To Tommy, it was
the most inviting erotic sight he ever laid his eyes on.  This was no
fantasy.  This was the real thing.  And unlike last time, he was going to
savor every last detail.

   Inching ever close to his unsuspecting friend, Tommy dropped his jean
pants and psyched himself into hardcore sexual predator mode.  The
frustrated nerd quickly swung Trev's swivel chair around and caught the
bare boy in him arms.

   "Now I've got ya!" the nerd cackled evilly.

   Trevor smiled absentmindedly, his erection absentmindedly poking into
Tommy's rounded gut.  The nerd, infused with the strength and stamina of
(INSERT TIRED POP CULTURE REFERENCE HERE), threw the limp Trevor violently
on the bed face down.  Trev's rump taunted the beastly nerd even through
the safety of the thin white cotton, daring him to impale it with all of
his adolescent manhood.  Tommy flopped his crushing weight down on his best
bro Trev and mounted him with the eagerness of a ravenous wolf pack in the
ecstasy of bloodlust.

   Trev moaned deeply in contentment as he felt his best bud spear him for
a second time.  In his mind's eye he was still trapped in a stifling
Technicolor jungle of that antiquated Disney movie, smothered in the thick
maddening coils of the blissed-eyed snake god Kaa, feared tamer and
devourer of mancubs.  Tommy's pawing and intrusive prodding digits were
nothing but the soft caresses of a roaming snake tail.  The warm sticky
liquid nothing but the sweet juices of a passion fruit that Kaa had
provided.  The phallic object stuffed into his mouth only a flying skinless
banana thrown by an overhead orangutan.  Stark reality was filled with so
many everyday horrors and atrocities that Trevor gave into his madness at
last.  Deviantart couldn't satisfy him.  The thousandth viewing of the
Jungle Book was no use.  The sickness beckoned him, and he didn't have any
strength left to resist.  For him, every single second of every hour of
every day of his life would be forever Kaa-ified.  And it fucking rocked.

   Tommy was spent.  Spent of energy and vital body fluids.  He cracked
open a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon and sat up in Trev's bed, with his batshit
snake-obsessed friend snoring softly against his bitch tits.  Deviant life
was good.