You consider it. The crocodile chides you and points.
“Ahhhh, see! Now you’re thinking about letting her make you a giraffe, aren’t you?”
“M-Maybe. She was so hurt. And if I can change back to a man, then… what’s the harm?”
“Admittedly, Savannah should have like gotten to know you more before wafting her change juices through the air. She’s nothing but lust, dude. Like… she’ll ride you dry. I’ve seen her fuck. That tall ass pussy is insatiable.”
“C-Can I try with you?”
The crocodile lights up and she nods. “Yeah, sure. But no penetration, okay? You’ll have to get yourself off to change back. I’m not gonna help.”
You stare at each other and she chuckles warmly. “I’m Doreen, by the way.”
“J-Jack.” You offer.
“You’ll probably wanna strip.” She motions, leaving your side and beginning to trek down the hill into some bushes.
“Huh?”
“Do you want to wreck your clothes?” Doreen laughs. “Your body is going to get all huge and crocodilian.”
You sit down in a secluded bit of brush with Doreen the crocodile and she patiently waits as you strip. You’re blushing and meek as you sit cross legged and nude before a big crocodile woman, but she’s almost clinically disinterested.
“So here’s how this works,” Doreen explains softly, “we all have a gland hidden under our butt holes that produces a musk. That musk changes humans. I’m gonna fire up my gland and you’re gonna get horny. Once you get horny, you’re gonna start changing. Don’t freak out, let’s take it nice and slow, and I’ll let you feel good. Okay?”
“No sex.” You gulp. “I won’t be stuck as a crocodile.”
“I promise. I’m all about the vent hole, buddy. This is for your benefit.”
“W-What if I have to get off?”
Doreen is so matter of fact you can’t help but smile. “The second you cum it’ll let the tension off and the pheromones stop affecting you. At least temporarily. You’ll change back quickly. Doesn’t matter if you’re just starting or changed all the way. There’s something about penetrative sex that bonds you to your changer when you orgasm. I think it has something to do with the gland thing, but I don’t know for sure.”
“What if two different animals produce pheromones? Like would I become half giraffe half crocodile?”
“Whatever one you’re more receptive to would change you, then.” She is so patient and eager to explain. “Like, if Savannah overwhelms you, you’ll turn giraffe. If I did, you’d turn crocodile. Make sense?”
“I-I have to be attracted to the animal to change into their kind?”
“No, no, I mean whatever your body responds to the most. We can produce very strong pheromones that can overtake you. If I went full strength and Savannah was barely producing, I’d overload you with croc musk. You get it?”
“Might be a fun experiment.”
“That’s the spirit,” Doreen giggles. “You are a perv. And now you’re gonna be a crocodile perv.”
You catch the faint aroma of leather and reptile. You gasp.
“There. It’s already working.”
Indeed, your penis is starting to grow hard. You blush and the crocodile chuckles.
“Does nothing for me, buddy. Don’t be embarrassed. This is what’s supposed to happen.”
You begin to tingle. Your skin feels tighter. You begin breathing a little heavier.
“There, see?” Doreen rolls over on to her back and gets comfortable, wiggling. “You’ve got a boner and you’re starting to turn.”
“Holy shit.” You gasp. “I’m… tingly. Warm.”
“Hey,” Doreen smiles. “Come sniff my vent. It’ll make it better for you.”
You feel your skin tightening. You feel muscle starting to grow. Your bones crackle. Oh, God! It feels good! You take Doreen’s advice and lean on her long thick tail. You see the opening of her cloaca and put your head next to it. You inhale deeply.
“There.” Doreen whispers, patting your head. “You smell me? You smell my pussy? My reptilian essence?”
You gasp and nod. You want to taste it. It consumes you. You nuzzle her slit and she rumbles.
“I’m making you harder. Hornier. I want you to focus on that scent. Soak it in, honey.”
You feel a pop. A jolt. You’re burlier and rougher. Your hair starts to let go from your scalp. A few strands fall away.
“There we go. Keep focusing. Drink in my sex. Let it change you.”
You’re consumed. You feel your teeth crackling in your mouth, you tongue the sharpening points and gasp. Your body is getting ripped. You puff up with strong reptilian muscle. Your abs chisel, your upper body swells tight. Your biceps grow and your thighs expand. You’re trembling and panting by the time your skin starts to turn to scales.
“There we go,” Doreen encourages, whispering seductively.
“Can... can I lick?” You manage.
“No, no, baby.” The crocodile gently brushes your rapidly balding scalp with her front foot. “I’ll make you sick. My pussy is very different than you’d be used to.”
You turn rough and scaly. Every inch of you feels sensual ripples as your pink human flesh sprouts squares of green and beige leathery scales. Powerful sharp ridges grow along your back. You feel pressure in your cock. You glance down and gasp as you see how *huge* and long you are. Your dick has turned deep red and now comes to a tapered tip with a large open hole at the end. You stare in fascination. You give yourself a little experimental jerk in your big strong hands just as claws begin to replace your fingernails.
A tail sprouts above your tight ass as all of your hair finally falls out. You lie there, frantically gasping for breath against the big crocodile’s tail as her essence continues to change you. Doreen, for her part, stares in fascination at the process, but has little interest in playing with you. As your torso begins to lengthen out and your tail continues to grow, your face begins to stretch longer. It feels incredible.
“Hey,” she whispers, “look down at your dick, buddy.”
You open your reptilian eyes, trembling, as your arms begins to shrink and your legs begin to pull in. You arch your long long jaws down and glance at the moment your long red cock splits into two, forming a Y and jutting from under your belly. You stare in wonderment and grip your shafts with shrinking and compressing fingers.
A few more magical moments and you’re nearly as big as Doreen. You resist your bestial urge to mount your new friend.
“It’s strong, isn’t it?” She strokes your neck and your powerful jaws. “You want me bad.”
“Yeah, but... but you said no.”
“I did.” She smiles at the edges of her jaws. “And thank you for resisting for me. Let’s... see what a man you can become.”
You’re about to ask what that means, but you’re hit by her scent increasing in intensity. You grip Doreen’s side in all fours and grunt. You grow. Bigger and bigger. Whatever she’s doing, it’s increasing your crocodile growth... and your features.
You strain, quickly expanding to twice the length of Doreen, practically dwarfing her as you fill out beside her. Your cocks become monstrously huge and thick. Your muscle ripples across your tight reptilian body. The roundness of your thighs and arms increases with your strength. You feel your scutes and scales tighten further. Your hide is thickening. Your body is massive and powerful. You reach your largest possible size as a croc and thrash on the ground, grunting, nearly 18 feet long from snout to tail.
Doreen hugs your tummy and you feel her rumble against you. Her tail coils around your tail. “There... all done.”
You’re absolutely massive and fall onto your ridged back with two needy cocks throbbing from your tail hole. The pressure needs to be released. You feel Doreen fall off from your body and the next thing you know her tail slaps your neck. You open your eyes, shocked, and realize she’s presenting her hole over the edge of your thick snout.
“Well?” She motions. “You wanted to lick.”
You grab hold of her thick tail in your massive front paws and lap out your tongue eagerly. You can reach.
Your tongue slips inside of her vent. You realize why she wouldn’t let you before as you taste the unmistakable flavour of something... rancid.
You gag and sputter, drawing back.
“That’s a cloaca, darling.” Doreen pulls away and chuckles. “It’s not really made to eat out. Unless you’re into scat.”
You gag again and your eyes water. Your... erections are fading.
“God, you could have warned me!” You roll onto your belly and get your composure.
“I did!” Doreen insists, bumping her hips against yours and chuckling.
“Wait... I’m... I’m going down. I didn’t get off!”
“Yep.” She nods. “You’ll be a crocodile until you release.”
As your twin cocks retreat to your own slit and pull inside of you, you wonder what the hell to do next. You’re a massive crocodile.
“Hey...” Doreen motions, grinning. “If you let another animal change you, you’ll transform again. You’re not stuck yet.”
You think of Savannah again and gulp.