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Kevin Loved Snakes 

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Kevin loved snakes. More than anything else, it seemed. Kevin's mother swore he spent more time at Fins 'n Scales than at home -- so much so the owner hired him for after school help when Kevin was in the seventh grade. 

Kevin took his pay in trade -- first a black snake and terrarium with food, then bigger terrariums and more exotic snakes. 

Snakes will only eat things they've killed themselves, so the frogs and mice had to be live and kicking -- no warmed over hamburger. On Sundays, when the shop was closed, Kevin would spend his afternoons catching frogs and mice and other dainties for his growing menagerie. 

Sundays were really special. After he caught mice and frogs, Kevin would spend the rest of the afternoon and evening feeding his snakes -- one at a time, so he could watch in rapt fascination at the way each snake ate.

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The vipers would strike quickly then lie back and wait as the furry little mouse started shaking then tremoring then falling over and slowly kicking its last. Only when the little mousey was dead did the viper move, flicking its tongue, smelling around till it found the head. Then, moving its jaw side to side to unlock the 'hinges', the viper would start swallowing its prey. 

Kevin never got over his fascination with the way a snake could swallow something many times it's own girth by this unhinging the jaw bones and stretching it mouth right over its prey. The snake's skin would stretch and stretch and stretch right over the whole body, no matter how big, it seemed. And the snake would slip its mouth all the way from head to tail till there was nothing left of the prey except a bulge along the snake's length. 

The way vipers killed was fascinating, but the way the constrictors ate was even better! Vipers are lazy, letting their poison do all the hard work. But constrictors work for their dinner. 

They slowly sniff out a sleeping animal and then wrap round it and wait. Each time the prey exhales, the constrictor slips itself a little tighter and locks its coils in place -- preventing the prey from expanding its chest and inhaling. 

Even if the prey realizes what is happening and tries to hold its breath, it can't for long and has to exhale again and try to gasp in before the snake can tighten its grip. But, no matter how fast the pray pants, the snake is able to close a little with each exhale till the prey can't get any breath at all and is smothered. 

When an unusually colored python came in, Kevin had to reserve it for himself. It would take him a month and a half to earn enough for the foot long baby snake, but it would be worth it. 

During that time, Kevin checked out every book the library had on pythons and snakes. He learned that unusual coloring was not all that rare, but unusually colored reptiles usually were predated much more easily than normally colored ones. 

No one was sure what caused half-color variations in reptiles. One theory held that snakes and other reptiles are particularly prone to multiple zygotes merging into one -- and that was why there are so many two headed snakes and turtles and eight legged lizards. 

 
Whatever the cause, Kevin treasured his python, and would play with it incessantly, letting it wrap round his naked body when he went to bed at night -- soaking up his body warmth. When Kevin went off to college, his python had grown to fourteen feet long. By the time he was off on his own as a pet store manager, S-s-sally, as Kevin had named it, was nineteen feet long -- and still loved to curl up round him lovingly. 

Kevin had his back yard fenced in -- with the boards sunk a good three feet deep so no dogs could dig under it. And Kevin would sometimes sit out on his porch and let S-s-sally roam round the yard. 

Kevin was still fascinated with the way snakes swallowed their prey whole and he loved to watch S-s-sally eat. But in order to get to watch her dislocate her jaw and swallow something big, Kevin had to feed her hundred-and-fifty pound pigs. He'd put them in the yard and let S-s-sally slither up to it and smother it. Kevin didn't have all the time in the world now that he was working, so he'd stun the pig with an electric shock so S-s-sally didn't have to wait till the pig went to sleep. 

Kevin didn't think about it, but it was like he was training her to eat large prey. That brought Kevin an adventure and a friend he never would have dreamed of -- ever.

 
 
It all started when a VietNamese immigrant was robbing his house. Kevin was asleep, but the young guy was so audacious he rifled Kevin's room with him there. Kevin woke up and confronted the young man. 
 
The young man just laughed at Kevin. He sneered, 

"You rich! You owe me!" 

Kevin started to argue, but the young man was snide so Kevin reached for the phone. 

The young VietNamese just laughed and snorted, 

"I be long gone before cops get here!"

 
With that, he sidled over to the window and was about ready to climb out and scram. So Kevin rushed him. And the VietNamese lashed out with a karate kick. And the fight was joined. 
 
You think all orientals are good at judo and karate and those other martial arts styles, but this VietNamese wasn't all that good and Kevin was all over him, jabbing and kicking, fending off the young man's kicks, getting several good punches through to his gut and one very well placed kick right in his nuts. 

The young man gasped and was stunned just long enough for Kevin to jump in and grab him tight, squeezing him and punching him repeatedly in his side, just below his ribs. 

The young man was already staggered when Kevin hauled back and gave him a few good old fashioned right crosses to his jaw. In no time, the young VietNamese was so staggered he fell to the floor, dragging Kevin down on top of him. But Kevin wasn't finished with him. -- This guy was tricky and he could be just playing, so Kevin shoved his knee into the VietNamese's crotch. 

Just like Kevin thought, the guy was faking and reached up and grabbed Kevin's throat and started choking. Kevin reached down and started choking back. 

The VietNamese guy was already pretty well beaten and couldn't grab that hard. And Kevin was just getting his wind and tightened down on the young guy's Adam's apple, choking him really good. 

 
You think all orientals are good at judo and karate and those other martial arts styles, but this VietNamese wasn't all that good and Kevin was all over him, jabbing and kicking, fending off the young man's kicks, getting several good punches through to his gut and one very well placed kick right in his nuts. 

The young man gasped and was stunned just long enough for Kevin to jump in and grab him tight, squeezing him and punching him repeatedly in his side, just below his ribs. 

The young man was already staggered when Kevin hauled back and gave him a few good old fashioned right crosses to his jaw. In no time, the young VietNamese was so staggered he fell to the floor, dragging Kevin down on top of him. But Kevin wasn't finished with him. -- This guy was tricky and he could be just playing, so Kevin shoved his knee into the VietNamese's crotch. 

Just like Kevin thought, the guy was faking and reached up and grabbed Kevin's throat and started choking. Kevin reached down and started choking back. 

The VietNamese guy was already pretty well beaten and couldn't grab that hard. And Kevin was just getting his wind and tightened down on the young guy's Adam's apple, choking him really good. 

 
Kevin didn't want to take any chances, so he straddled the robber while looking round for something to tie him up with. The curtains had been torn in the fight so Kevin ripped a couple strips off and tested them to be sure they were strong enough. 
 
Kevin then turned the unconscious VietNamese over on his face and grabbed on arm and tied the wrist really tight. Then the rolled the guy one his side to pull the other arm out from under him and held the two wrists together and tied them together. 

Kevin tied the guy's feet together and then thought about what to do. Maybe the guy could get his arms untied, so Kevin checked his knots. They seemed tight, but Kevin couldn't be sure. 

Kevin kept an eye on the robber as he went back to the phone. It wasn't working! The cord was still in the wall, so it wasn't that. Kevin tried to think -- maybe the guy had cut the wires before he came in. Maybe the phones were out all over. Maybe he forgot to pay the bill. Kevin decided the guy must have cut the wires outside -- that was why he was so cocky and so daring! 

 
 
Kevin was going to have to go out and find a phone or flag down a passing cop. Kevin wasn't going to let this punk get away with it -- even if he came from a deprived background. Kevin decided not to take any chances with the guy getting loose, so he decided to pick the guy up and take him down to the basement and lock him in there. The basement had a solid core door and no windows, so there was no chance of him getting out, even if he did get loose. 

Despite the young man's small size, he was still too heavy for Kevin to carry -- more like a large sack of potatoes instead of weights. Really unwieldy. 

So Kevin ended up untying the guy's legs and dragging him to the basement then down the stairs -- letting his head thump, thump, thump against the steps on the way down. 

 
 
Kevin retied the robber's feet and checked the wrist ties. They seemed secure. Kevin then checked the guy's head. It looked banged up from hitting the steps so many times, but the guy was still breathing, so Kevin decided he was alive and OK enough for him to go out to find a cop.
 
 
Kevin didn't even bother getting dressed. He had been sleeping in swimming trunks, and it was a hot night, so Kevin didn't think anything about it. 
Something else he didn't think anything about was S-s-sally. He let her free run of the basement most of the times. It made for easier cleaning up when she had her necessary. 

All the commotion had caught her attention. And when Kevin had left, she slithered up to check out what he had brought her. 

She sniffed at the young man's body up and down till she found the head. He was breathing, so he must be dinner! She hadn't eaten for over a week and was starting to get hungry.

 
By this time, the young robber was starting to come round. When he felt something and opened his eyes to look, he startled and sat up with a jolt. 

S-s-sally arched up and put her face right into his. The young VietNamese screamed but that didn't scare S-s-sally off. Since he didn't get up and run, the scream was like the squeal of the pigs that had been shocked. 

Food.

 
So S-s-sally started coiling round the young man. He tried to struggle, but he couldn't get his arms round to help him get up and by the time he thought to roll around, S-s-sally was already half-way round him. 

In no time she had wrapped her twenty feet of thick, hard muscle round him and pulled herself snug, like a sweater. Each time he exhaled, she snugged some more, keeping his chest from expanding, keeping him from breathing deeply. 

 
The young man screamed. Then when he felt the python tighten, he tried to lock his ribs -- so the snake couldn't crush them. 
 
 
But he was also so frightened, he couldn't help but scream. And before he could scream himself hoarse, S-s-sally had squeezed the life out of him -- or at least the air. If he wasn't dead, he was unconscious. 
 
 
After a little while, S-s-sally realized her dinner was ready for her and sniffed around to be sure she had the head. 
 
She dislocated her jaw and stretched her mouth wider and wider till she could get it started over the young robber's head. 

She got a mouth full of hair and was well on the way to swallowing the guy when he groggily came too -- just in time to feel the snake's mouth slide over his eyes and ears. 

He tried to struggle, but S-s-sally had him. And within two or three awfully slow minutes, her mouth pulled down over his nose and he had to gasp for breath through his mouth. Then his mouth was swallowed. 

Maybe perversely, S-s-sally paused with just a little of the young man's mouth still uncovered. He gasped hard, pulling and pushing air in and out, whistling loudly through the small gap. 

 
After a while, S-s-sally started swallowing again and swallowed all the way down to the robber's shoulders. 

There she had to stop and stretch her mouth again. The young man wasn't bigger than the biggest pigs she had swallowed, but his shoulders were very wide for an animal this size and S-s-sally had to really stretch her mouth to get started over his shoulders. 

But when she did, it was all down hill from there. 

 
As S-s-sally was pulling the young man's chest inside, the door opened. She couldn't (or wouldn't) back up and flee, so what Kevin saw was his precious S-s-sally head down on top of the robber. His head was a bulge inside her throat. 
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 Kevin was afraid for a second. He thought about trying to tell the cop he had brought he was mistaken, but it was too late. The cop pushed passed Kevin and stood at the top of the stares, staring down at the snake swallowing her dinner.
 
The cop just stood there, mouth wide open, gaping. 

Kevin tried to think of something to say. Some excuse. Some way of proving he didn't know what was going to happen. Kevin's mind raced. All those trials recently that had dog owners convicted of manslaughter and murder! At the very least, they'd take S-s-sally from him and kill her! Kevin was sick to his stomach. 

 
Kevin leaned against the door, despondent, as the cop clopped down the steps for a better look-see. Kevin couldn't decide whether he was going to puke or faint or just die right then and there. 
 
 
Suddenly the cop started laughing. 

Kevin at first thought it was a trick or something -- maybe he was laughing because of the charges he was going to file against Kevin for having a snake like that. 

But the cop kept laughing, harder and harder -- so hard he had to lean against the wall and gasp for breath. As soon as he got his breath again, he pushed himself off the wall and walked over to S-s-sally and touched her, running his fingers over tight muscular body, lingering over where the skin stretched round her meal -- the Korean burglar. 

The cop started laughing again, gasping for breath between guffaws. He snortled up to Kevin, 

"This is one perpetrator who ain't gonna perpetrate no more!" 

 
 
Kevin troddled on down the stairs and stood next to him, looking at S-s-sally. Kevin reached out and ran his fingers over the swallowed head and chest, laughing, 

"Feels like a pig inside to me!" 

"A pig?" 

"I feed her a hundred-fifty pound porker every other week or so." 

"Really -- that much?" 

"Yeh, she's used to eating things this big all the time." 

Well, the cop stayed and waited till S-s-sally had finished swallowing the young man. Before leaving, he said, 

"Gets rid of a body quite effectively ... nothing but snake shit?" 

"After she digests all the meat, she'll upchuck the bones." 

"Can you grind them up?" 

"Oh, yes -- they're quite brittle, with all the marrow and everything sucked out." 

"Good. Grind them up and spread them over your plants. Bone meal is very good for them, you know. And there's no way to trace anything." 

"Thank you, officer." 

 
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A couple weeks passed and nothing happened -- no cops stopping by to question him, no phone calls, nothing -- not even anything in the paper about a missing person. 

Kevin had ground up the robber's bones when S-s-sally regurgitated them and spread them around his shrubs outside. And there was no evidence at all. But still Kevin worried. Then one evening the door bell rang. Kevin looked out the window and there was a cop car. He nearly panicked -- this was it. They were coming to take him away. 

Kevin put on his happy face to try and hide any apprehension and opened the door. 

There on his front stoop was the very same cop that had been there two weeks ago. And he had this young blond guy with him -- with his hands handcuffed in front of him. The guy had a sneery look like a lot of street punks do. 

The cop asked about S-s-sally, 

"Just worried she might be over-fed. Isn't about time for another dinner?" 

Kevin grinned when he realized what the cop was there for. 

"I think she might be hungry again -- I haven't fed her since you were here." 

The punk started getting a little nervous. He didn't know what they were gabbing about, and stuttered, 

"Hey, man ... what's going on? This isn't what's supposed to be happening ... you're supposed to take me to the station ...." 

The cop laughed, 

"You should know, Davie. You've been there about every week since you were twelve. Now you're an adult and things are tougher on you. With you're record they'll put you away for ever. So we're going to make it easy on you." 

The blond punk got a puzzled look on his face then asked, 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, Davie, you see Kevin here has this big snake that gets awfully hungry, and ...." 

 
 The punk's blue eyes opened wide with fright, 

"S-s-snake?" 

"Y-y-yes ... a s-s-snake!" 

Kevin and the cop laughed and started stripping the punk -- cutting his shirt with serrated kitchen knives, then ripping them right off. 

The blond was standing there crying -- he couldn't figure anything else to do. 

The blond miscreant tried to struggle when Kevin and the cop started pulling his shoes and socks off, but with his wrists handcuffed, all he could do was kick. And Kevin and the cop were able to each hold onto one leg long enough to pull the shoe and sock off. 

When he was stripped naked, the cop and Kevin forced the punk in the middle of the basement. Then Kevin got S-s-sally out of her cage and draped her loosely round the punk's shoulders. 

 
 He was on his knees, crying and praying. 

While S-s-sally was soaking in the punk's body heat to get her motor started, Kevin and the cop sat back and sipped on some white wine he had been saving for a special occasion. -- And this was certainly a special occasion! 

After getting warm enough, S-s-sally started smothering the punk. He screamed and she locked so tight he couldn't inhale and quickly turned red and passed out. 

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She waited a while before unlocking her coils, just to be sure he was dead or unconscious. Then she started swallowing his head. He regained consciousness only to have his nose swallowed, just like the Vietnamese robber. 

He pleaded and begged, gasping for breath out his mouth, promising to never never never steal anything ever, ever, ever again. 

But the cop and Kevin laughed. The cop shouted through S-s-sally's skin over his ear, 

"You can promise all you want, Davie, baby, but this way, we can be sure!" 

When S-s-sally had swallowed his head all the way, the cop undid his handcuffs and put them back in his pocket, 

"Don't want to lose these ... they're expensive!" Then he sat back down and sipped on his wine. 

"Kevin, got any cheese and crackers, maybe some grapes to go with this wine?" 

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Kevin hopped up and raided the fridge and cupboard and brought several kinds of cheese, crackers, and fruit ... grapes and cherries and peaches. 

They had a little picnic in the basement, enjoying S-s-sally's dinner with her. 

They were both drunk and feeling warm and happy when S-s-sally finished swallowing the punk's feet. 

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Another two weeks passed and the cop was at the door again -- with another blond punk. This one looked mean and Kevin laughed when the cop brought Jocko in to meet S-s-sally. 

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 "I've got something special planned for this one!" Kevin explained he wanted to try something new this time -- to see if he couldn't get S-s-sally to swallow the guy feet first -- so the punk could enjoy being swallowed alive.  They hung the punk by the wrists and encouraged S-s-sally to munch down.
 
S-s-sally sniffed at the punk's feet.  She tried to grab hold but he was kicking too much and jerking his body around.   So the cop grabbed hold of the punk's torso to stop him thrashing around so while Kevin grabbed his feet and held them down and together while S-s-sally got her mouth unhinged and her "lips" around them and started swallowing.
 
 
 When S-s-sally got her mouth  all the way over the punk's feet and past his heels, the cop and Kevin stepped back to watch the fun.
 
It took about an hour for her to swallow his legs up to his cock and balls. Kevin was tempted to castrate the guy and save his cock and balls as a trophy, but thought better of it -- better not have any evidence around, if anyone should snoop. 
 
 
 
It took another twenty minutes for S-s-sally to swallow the punk up to his chest. All the time Jocko was screaming and pleading and trying to bargain, to no avail. 

"It burns! My skin is on fire!" 

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Kevin and the cop just laughed at him. When S-s-sally was up to his chest, the cop and Kevin took him down ...

 
and let him and her wallow on the floor till she had swallowed him all the way up except for his hands.   Then the cop unlocked his handcuffs and let he swallow the rest of the punk.
 
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Two more weeks later, and the cop was at the door again ... with two punks and a snake of his own!

 
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