Todd made it to the bus stop and breathed a sigh of exhilarated relief while he waited, his little crocodile lover safe and sound in her regressed state at his side. He sat on the bus fantasizing about what was going to happen when they got home.
Todd took a deep breath as he entered his apartment carrying his day’s achievements. He sat at his table, opened the lunch bag, and began unpacking it. He pulled out the zookeeper’s things, checked for ID, and found a flowery wallet with her things. Karen Butler, huh? Well, Karen, you shouldn’t have gotten in my way, Todd thought coldly.
He would definitely be going back to the zoo again, he decided. He set the zookeeper’s things aside and tossed the clothes away. They were of no use to him. Next, he carefully unpacked Gretta. He scanned the egg, which hadn’t begun developing the anthro crocodile within, and tried to remember what temperature he heeded to incubate her at.
A quick guugul search confirmed it: about 30 degrees. Okay. Todd didn’t have an incubator lying around. He began by pointing the remote and raising the egg’s internal temperature to exactly 30 centigrade constant. He touched the cool shell and felt it grow warm to the touch. Who needed an incubator, anyway?
Next, Todd went to work on the crocodile inside. She had been reduced to a fertilized egg yolk, held in perfect stasis. Now reconfigured to the remote, Todd could do whatever he wanted to the reptile without consequences. The idea made him hard again, as he scanned Gretta’s genetic structure and began to smooth out some imperfections. He bolstered her immunity to diseases, increased her metabolism to fight weight gain, ironed out a strange background instability in some proteins, like the reason she had been incompatible with the remote, and enabled a perfect and flawless embryonic development process that would ensure she emerged from her egg physically perfect and fresh. He was effectively starting her life over from scratch.
Todd couldn’t resist anymore. He sat in his chair, dropped his pants around his ankles, and freed his cock. He was throbbing and eager to cum. Carefully, he set Gretta’s development in motion, and picked up her warm egg in one hand as the crocodile inside began to grow. He could feel her embryo shifting and growing heavier little by little. This excited him even more as he jerked his cock with his free hand, tenderly kissing the croc egg as he imagined the creature within growing to physical perfection. No errant mutations, no abnormalities. Gretta was going to emerge a perfect crocodile. A perfected example of her species. She was going to love it.
Todd grunted as the excitement became too much and gasped as he released a thick glob of cum over his shirt, spilling five or six good shots as he carefully cradled the slow growing crocodile in his arm.
Still carrying her warm and halfway developed egg, he ran to the bathroom to clean up and redressed. The egg began to swell and lengthen as Gretta neared completion. Todd excitedly set out a spot on his bedroom floor to let her be born again.