The loud music was shaking off the walls as the dancers somewhat clumsily bopped in loose mockery of a beat. As it turns out, the Zoo did not require a sense of musical talent to work as an overnight security officer. A smuggled-in light strobed with bright colors across the main monitoring room, casting odd shadows off the chairs and the table that held the refreshments, a punch bowl that had been spiked all of ten minutes into the party, and a loose assortment of chips, pretzels, and one over achiever's chicken dinner.
The party had been going full steam since sun down, leaving few to watch the screens where young people ran in abject terror through their assigned grounds. “Hey guys!” shouted one somewhat drunk male, “Watch this!” As he performed a time honored trick with a photocopying machine and his unclad bottom. The others laughed, their sense of humor dulled, or sharpened, with a copious greasing of booze and thrumming music.
One of the women excused herself, pushing through the door to the outside. The door swung shut behind her, closing with a soft click of an automatic lock. She staggered off into the bushes, her mind not entirely straight on where she should be doing her business. She fumbled about in her pockets, swearing softly before she fumbled out a small carton and popped it open, a small roll falling into her hand, and another two flopping to the ground, elevating her annoyance.
She crouched down to retrieve her two lost cigs to find her hand just inches from something green and red. It flickered a forked tongue at her and reared up. A snake. A constrictor, if her addled mind served her properly. It stared at her unflinchingly, its forward coils just over her cigs. “Good snakey, give that back to mommy,” she said, reaching boldly, perhaps foolishly, for her lost goods.
The snake flickered its tongue across her fingers, making her giggle, but not stopping the drunken female from clutching her cigarettes and curling her fingers about them. As she clenched her prize, the snake darted forward, coiling about her wrist and slithered up along her arm. She squawked with surprise and reared back, carrying the whole of the snake up off the ground, its smooth warm body twining up and up along her arm towards her shoulder. “Get off me, you! I don’t know where you’ve been, but I’m not that kind of girl. Leave me alone with my smoke.”
The snake did not seem to care much for her complaints, slipping down the back of her shirt, causing a sharp cry from her. Within the office, the dancing continued without pause, the noise muffled by loud music and a locked door. She began to pat herself down vigorously, trying to eject her new tenant, as it nosed around her belt line, coiled about her belly. She turned green suddenly, nauseous with sudden adrenaline and shock. Her lack of motion was all the snake needed, nosing its sleek head under her belt and pushing down into her pants. Why hadn’t she worn underwear that day? It had seemed like such an inconsequential facet of the day that morning, now it suddenly seemed quite important, with a potentially deadly snake in her pants.
She trembled with fright and confused emotions as she felt the flicker of that tongue against her exposed nethers. The snake was interested in the part of her she most wanted the snake far away from. She went perfectly still, hoping to avoid being bit. Could constrictors bite? She didn’t remember. No reason to taunt it. She moved her hands away from her mid section, abandoning all thoughts of grabbing at the snake with its head poised in position like that. Time seemed to slow as those flickers continued, making her spine tingle with sensations she refused to acknowledge as increasingly interesting, even if her body knew the truth of it.
Suddenly, the snake pressed forward. Its head pushed into her like her last lover. Scratch that, the snake was actually more skilled than that hairy oaf she had agreed to bed with. A more rational part of her mind chastised her for comparing the performance of this rapist reptile to her last date at a time like this. The snake wriggled and squirmed, pushing further into her with every undulation of its powerful form, seeming to have no trouble in her increasingly slippery passage.
When it struck her cervix, she gasped and spread her legs. Pleasure unlike any else she had felt before began to radiate as it slowly nuzzled the tight ring of her womb open, little at a time. As it began to writhe its way into her innermost chamber, her body began to change, fine soft scales spreading over her body in a rapid carpeting as she cooed and moaned in acceptance.
Half the snake had vanished into her, and her legs began to draw together, soon standing straight together. Her pants tore loudly as the flesh of the legs began to flow together, forming one long limb that seemed more flexible by the moment. She fell forward onto her belly as her center of balance dramatically shifted. She was losing her legs, and gaining one huge tail instead. She made to yelp, but instead a soft hiss of complaint escaped. She rolled onto her back awkwardly as her pants finished the tear, now draped over her long body, held in place largely by the belt at her hips.
She could see the last of the snake vanishing into her scaled lips and made a last minute grab for it. If she could stop it from getting into her, perhaps it wouldn’t be too late to stop whatever was happening to her. She got the tip of its tail between two fingers and pulled, trying to get the snake back out. Her body rocked with a sudden intense climax, trembling. Suddenly numbed fingers lost their grip and the small serpent slithered sinuously into her sopping cunt. She arched her back from the ground as her face smoothed with new scales and a reptilian face. Her tongue flickered, now forked and tasting the air in a whole new way, flooding her mind with new information.
Her entire form was expanding now, growing larger as she drew back up, supported on her larger tail bottom. What did they call this kind of thing? Then she remembered, a naga, she was a fine example of a naga. But what naga wore a security firm shirt and torn pants? She undid her belt and tossed off the remains of the pants, but changed her mind on the shirt. What harm would that be? Besides, she didn’t feel like showing off her breasts to those pigs in the party. There were better things to do with them...
Even as she assimilated her new instincts, the sound of the security door opening reached her new senses. She peeked through the bushes to see a male staggering out into the darkness as she had not long ago. She remembered him. Her last date. He’d pay for giving her such a poor time, yes. She could make him so much better at pleasing females. She slithered silently through the dark foliage, moving to intercept the male with a grin on her altered face.
He looked back over shoulder as his hind brain warned of impending danger, just in time for her arms to move about him in embrace, “Hello,” she whispered as she pressed her curves against his back and drew him tightly close. He grunted, his previous mission forgotten rapidly in favor of the curves he was pressed against, “Hey there. You left when it was getting good.” He didn’t even notice her changes in the darkness and with the soft haze of booze pickling his brain, all the better. She smiled and flickers her tongue over his cheek, tasting him. Not an ideal candidate, but he would serve. She slowly rubbed her hands across his sides as he turned about in her grip, hugging her back and aiming sloppy kisses across her shoulder and face, leaving saliva marred lip marks on her smooth scales.
“I’m going to show you something,” she whispered softly, the better to mask the changes in her voice, “But you have to be naked.”
“Naked? I thought we were...” He trailed off and went quiet. If she wanted to start dating again, that was fine by him, and naked? This was his lucky night indeed. He started shucking off his hat and boots first, tight khaki pants, belt, and shirt not long behind, all flung into a loose heap in the bushes as he fantasized about what kind of crazy stunt his suddenly reacquired girlfriend had in mind, “You know I missed you, right? What made you, uh, change your mind?”
She crept up to him, smoothly sliding on her long tail and shaking her head, “I’ve developed a new taste for lovers. I was thinking it over. I think we can make it... work.” She waited for him to be entirely nude, shaking her head slowly all the more. What had she seen in the man? There would be more to him soon enough. She grabbed his right wrist and drew it to her belly, rubbing it across the warm scales there, “Do you know how mother gaia works?”
“Gaia? What? The planet? What’s that got to do with anything?” he mumbled, distracted with lust and inebriation.
“Close, not quiet. I want you to worship my mother goddess.” she demanded, pushing the hand down towards where her legs once were, now a smooth valley, where her vulva remained pouting with expectancy. His fingers brushed across them and he gave a soft ‘oh’ as if he understood.
He began inexpertly fondling at her with the hand, brushing back and forth, teasing at the thick lips as the other hand reached around to grab her ass and pull her closer, “You know, your skin, it feels a bit odd today, is it me?” he looked up at her in the dim light, some part of him slowly noticing the oddness of the situation.
She did not bother to reply to his query, pushing her hips forward as her tail looped around to snag around his bottom and pull him all the closer. A finger sank into her warm flesh and began to be pulled at insistently as she hissed with soft plaeasure and rocked against it, encouraging him onwards. He lost track of his complaint with her happy noise and tried to recreate it, pushing a second finger, a third, spreading her as he wriggled his entire hand into her with surprising ease, “Whoa, holy cow...” he muttered to himself. He did not remember her being loose enough to try this sort of thing, but his hand sunk into her inch after inch with no sign of hitting a bottom.
She lifted suddenly, hoisting his form off the ground with her powerful tail and leaning back. His arm sank into her with a wet splutch as she cried out in a rattling hiss like an angry snake, “The other,” she demanded, “I want to feel both!”
He grunted as his world turned around, almost upside down with her tail lifting him. This was really freaky, but also kind of kinky, and she was enjoying it. Who was he to complain? He moved his other hand in and pushed at her, wriggling it slowly into her to join the first, stunned and silent at how well she seemed to gulp up both arms, not even straight forward, spearing into her, “How the hell are you doing that?” he asked.
A sudden new urge filled her altered form and she drew in a shaking breath as her cunt slammed down on the arms inside of her and began pulling with horrific strength. The man began to sink into her rapidly, pulled headfirst into her waiting nethers. His face was the first to go, muffling his abrupt squawk of dismay as the world closed to the smooth and wet walls of her sex, her heartbeat now beating in his ears as he was drawn inexorably forward into her hungry body. She was rocking her hips back and forth, but his progress was smooth and steady, slipping up into her waiting womb, slowly curling as he fell into it, making her belly bulge outwards with more and more curve as she became pregnant with the man.
As the last of him was pressed into herself with the help of guiding hands, she settled back, feeling sated, but expectant. Her body was warm, almost on fire, as something important was going on in her womb, tingling fiercely as the bulge seemed to die down, becoming a lump, then just a soft curving. She rubbed over the spot slowly, unsure of what was going to happen, regretting it, almost.
Just as she was about to turn back to the party, a sudden pain lanced her midsection. She almost doubled over before wetness flowed down her tail from her sex. She heaved and pushed, guiding a new object to flow the other way, smoothly coaxing a large, but round, egg from her distended lips. The initial pain had given way to a rising sense of bliss at giving birth to this large oblong sphere, pushed out into her waiting hands. She flickered her tongue over the object as she felt her body tightening back up as if nothing had happened. Her previous boyfriend would make a handsome naga, once he was reborn. Until then, he would make a reasonable egg for her to care for. She set the egg down in the bushes, concealing it. “You need some siblings, my child,” she spoke, turning back towards the party, and sliding up towards the door with a growing smile.
The party had hit a lull, and one of the guards just happened to look at a screen in time to notice one of the intruders, “Hey, there supposed to be kids around?”
“Kids, what are you talking about?” asked another.
“Look, right there, college brats, playing around the reptile house.”
The crowd gathered around the security screen in time to see a girl go sliding into the gator pit.
“Holy fuck!” came one articulate reply, and there was a general rush for the door. If some brat got chomped on their watch, they’d all be canned. That was no way to end a party.
As the first guard reached the door and yanked it open, a huge form pushed through it, bumping into him and sending him crashing to the ground, sliding away. “Hello my sons and daughters,” spoke the being. It had the upper body of a woman, with large breasts and scales all over her body, bright sparkling red on her underbelly, soft green elsewhere. She didn’t have legs, instead a huge snake’s tail extended behind her, being drawn up into the security room at an alarming speed as she slithered towards them all.
As it turns, most of them were not trained or cleared for weapons above a billy club, but one was. She drew a gun on the snake and snapped a few shots. Liquor did not lend itself to quality aiming, however, and only one struck, bouncing off the scales of her lower body and leaving a painful-looking scratch, but little more. The snake-woman hissed her displeasure and was on the gun wielding guard in a moment, coiling about her well toned body and squeezing harshly. She got out a choked gasp, gun dropping from her hand as she weakly writhed in the naga’s grip, unable to properly resist with those great coils about her. Two of the guards advanced on the beast, trying to pry her off, while three others decided to take the wiser course and fled out the open door, leaving nothing but the stink of terror behind.
The snake grabbed for one of the men pulling at her coils, mashing his face into a large breast while cooing at him, “Shhh, mother will be with you in a moment,” she promised as she clenched tighter around the female. It would be cruel, but she would be thankful after she was reborn. With a loud snap, the woman’s resistance faded, and she slumped in against the naga, the fight crushed out of her.
The snake mother flickered her tongue as she noticed the other male reconsidering his options. Just before he could get to the door, her tail snagged the handle and slammed it shut, “You are staying here, with us, with your new family.” The man yanked and pulled at her tail, but it refused to be budged from its anchor as she began to greedily stuff the unconscious female guard into her waiting, sopping, cunt, not even bothering to strip the clothes from her. With every inch of the female’s flesh crammed up into herself, the naga shuddered and hissed her pleasure. The male pressed to her chest screamed, but the sound was muffled in her scaly titflesh, and his futile strikes at her did little more than amuse her and hasten her efforts to fill her belly.
With her belly protruding in a round dome, she slipped her coils about the male in her arms, nuzzling into his neck, “Do you want to go willingly, or like she did?” she asked.
The terrified man shook his head quickly, “How about I just go? Please?”
“Sorry, I can’t do that. Choose quickly, I’m loosing patience.”
He shoved at her, trying to make a break for the door, but she was on, and around, him, almost instantly, crushing with the powerful sleek muscles of her flexible body. He got out a pathetic grunting wheeze before he fell to a merciful sleep in her grip. She stared at the last remaining man as she consumed his friend, her former coworker, into her ever-hungry womb. He had sunk against the refreshment table, quivering like a leaf. Like a man about to hang, he took a last drink of the spiked punch, staring back at the naga as she did her foul deed.
“Are you ready?” she asked, dusting herself off, then licking her fingers clean of the sweet fluids that had collected there.
“If there’s no other way,” he sighed, setting his cup down, “Are they, you know, dead?”
“Dead? Heavens no. I’m no murderer. They’ll be back with us, mmm, in a few minutes. We’ll be one big happy family. Won’t that be nice?” she asked as she slid up to him and gently twined the fingers of her right hand with his own.
“A family?” he asked, confused, but it did sound better than what he had feared. “You’re sure?”
“Positive. Now lay back, get undressed, and it will be all over before you know it, promise.”
Soothed by the bizarre female’s gentle words and promises, or perhaps just beyond hope, the man complied, shucking work clothes until he was exposed to her mildly lecherous approval. She slid around him, nuzzling his back, his sides, neck and belly, forked tongue flickering across his limp member ticklishly. Despite the horror of the situation, her gentle attentions began to stir a reaction in him, growing more firm by the moment as she used that warm tongue to tickle at his now thick organ. She pressed her curvy form to him as she lined herself and slowly sank down onto his girth, pressing nose to nose, “Let’s play a little,” she whispered, “You can fertilize those eggs in me, be their father before I become your mother.”
He didn’t understand what she meant by that, but her cunt was a tight velvet vice around his trapped member, and if he was being offered a ride on that before he went, he saw little reason to turn it down. He grabbed at her rump, finding it to be shapely despite her lack of legs, and pushed against her. They began to rock together, soft grunts and trembling hisses filling the room as they fell into each other’s increasingly willing arms. His legs wrapped about her body, pulling her against each eager stroke, pushing deeper and deeper as the infection gently worked at his body even then, undevoured as he was.
He slammed home against her with a sudden urge and felt his member trembling inside of her, filling her with ropes of seed as he held her tightly to himself. She cooed and rubbed against him, “I almost wish I could just... stay like this, with you,” she said, licking his ear, “But you do have to go.”
He nodded to her, the whole thing seeming somehow more reasonable, even if he still did not understand it. He pressed against her, sliding his raging pole deep into her before drawing free with a wet noise. He sank down against her and began to clean the mess he made with soft strokes of his tongue, forked as it now was. She put her hands to his head and drew him forward, at first enjoying the attention, then pressing her hips against his face, starting to draw him into herself with firm pulled and powerful contractions of her altered sex. He curled most pleasantly in her waiting womb, now rounder than ever, with three new creatures waiting to be laid now tucked within her. She silently sped to the door and slipped out into the darkness to retrieve her first egg. Already, she had thoughts as to the perfect place to set up a nest.
He shoved his way through a few brambles before emerging back onto a nice clean brick path. This whole evening had gone to hell in short order. One moment Sammy’s making the eye at him, the next he’s being chased out of the party by some snake... thing? What the hell was that anyway? He didn’t want to think about it too hard. Harold had joined the Zoo just a few months ago, and it proved to be reliable pay without too much stress, overall, at least until that night anyway.
He paused for breath and dug around at his waist, pulling out a flash light. Its weight was reassuring, heavy and metal, built to serve as a club if need be. There was enough light to move by with the overhead posts, but he felt like it was still too dark. He opened his mouth a moment to call out. There were other people here, right? He saw those kids on the video, but calling out to any of them might bring more of those monsters on him. No, this was not a night for heroics. Keep it calm, Harold, we can get out of here in one piece. He saw the aviary up ahead. That was a safe bet. The building was locked tight as a drum right after close, and he was one of the only people with a key to change that fact. Slip through there, duck out the back entrance, sweet freedom.
He heard a rattling howl echo across the zoo from across the way. He couldn’t tell how far away it was, or what it was. It sounded large, a wolf? Didn’t sound like the wolf howls he had heard before. Not important, just need to get out. He rushed for the large building and slammed against the door with his shoulder before his shaking hands remembered to fumble for the keys and wrestle the chain off the door, practically throwing it aside in his haste to slip into the humid heat of the aviary. The door slammed shut behind him as he leaned back on it and let out a slow, wavering sigh. He was safe here. No one could get in. Except another guard, and they were all... well, whatever huge snake things do to guards? He shuddered at the thought. He was paid to keep humans out of the zoo after hours, and to keep them behaving during hours, not fight off the animals.
Soft warbles and coos began to reach his ear as the thumping of his heart died down to a low roar. The birds were awake, his slam probably caused that. He started to walk deeper into the building, looking left and right nervously as he went. He kind of liked the birds. They were free of the ground, pretty things. Most of them were a little delicate, but don’t tell that to a candor or an eagle or something, they’ll eat your eyes out of your head if you piss them off, he could respect that. Better than a snake any day. As if on queue, a large vulture cawed down at him from its perch, eyeing the intruding human as he walked past, paying it as little attention as his rattled senses allowed.
He emerged from the narrow corridor of exhibits out onto the flat open exhibition area. Bird shows were put on here, to the delight of children and their adult companions. He began to descend the steps/chairs towards the bottom, where some doors would lead him closer to safety, but something darted across his vision half way down. He paused cold, and slowly looked around, there it was again, flitting so quickly. He narrowed his eyes and focused on where it had went and it circled back, buzzing straight at him. He backpedaled and tripped over a bench, arms windmilling before he collapsed against it, bonking his head against the hard wood.
As his vision swam, the small shape fluttered in front of him. A hummingbird? Its bright blue wings were a buzz of motion as it tilted its head at him one way, then the other, as if studying him. Well, as birds went, hummingbirds were up there for harmless. He laughed, the tone a little more hysterical than he would have wanted. As he pushed himself back to an upright position, the bird hovered backwards, agile in its motions. As soon as he was propped up it darted up and brushed his cheek with a wing before darting off. That tickled. That was also more than a little odd. Those little things don’t usually get friendly. His face still tickled after it had darted away and he rubbed the spot lightly with the back of his hand. The skin there was itching lightly and he grunted as he pushed up to his feet and looked around for the bird.
“Did you escape your cage?” he asked, not expecting much answer, “I’d take you back but I’m not one of the caretakers, probably break you in half trying to capture you.” The bird zipped back sharply and landed right on his head, hankering down like a bird taking nest in his sloppy brown hair. The ticklish feeling became more intense and he scratched at his cheek just before the sensation changed abruptly. He felt his skin crawl and his fingers brushed against suddenly expanding feathers. He yelped in surprise and jumped. The bird took offense to this and was airborne immediately, fluttering easily away as the panicked human clawed at his face and went running down the stairs in a great hurry, stumbling over the last set of benches and half crashing through the doors into the lower tunnels of the building.
There were great panes of glass here, for looking through into some of the cages. He stopped in front of one and gaped. His right cheek was covered in feathers. Odd, black, shiny feathers that were spreading at a worrying rate across his face. He grabbed a handful in a hand and, without thinking it too far, yanked. Pain exploded as the plumage tore free, leaving his face reddened and bleeding lightly, but the feathers continued to spread, already starting to patch up the injured area as it claimed more of his smooth flesh for its own. He held up his hand, clutching the rubbery feeling feathers and droplets of blood. He gave a choked noise and threw his hand away, flinging the feathers to the ground. It was too late to save his contaminated hand, however, as it began to tickle and itch all at once, fingers growing scaly and darkening before his eyes.
“Oh Jesus, Mary, and anyone else, what the fuck is happening?” he sobbed out, brushing off his changing hand and pushing forward down the hallway. His shock had him bumping into the walls, unable to continue straight, then he heard it. The soft buzzing of the bird before it darted right in front of him, bobbing in place and regarding him, almost amused, he thought. Little bastard probably thinks this is hilarious! The bird rushed at him again,tickling at his ribs with its wings on its way past. “No!” he shouted, swatting at it, but missing by a wide margin. His side was tingling with a sensation he was now all too aware meant trouble. His clothing was no protection? What kind of thing was this? He looked down to see his shirt begin to puff up, feathers exploding across his torso inexorably as he stumbled forward. If he could just get to the next door, maybe he could lock the bird out.
He raced across, down the hallway as the door came up at him, freedom, safety, his last hopes were pegged on making that door before the bird made another dive bomb at him. As his hands closed on the handlebar, he could see his right hand had changed a lot, fingers now long and skeletal, pulling back as his arm was changing, feathers spreading wildly, forming what would probably be a wing in time. He cursed as he shoved the door open, making to slip in as quickly as he could and get that door closed. It was much to his surprise that he ran right into another bird. Many more. The cloud of hummingbirds hovered there past the door, staring at him as he stared at them. A soft sound came from them. Were they giggling?
They were upon him from all directions, buffeting, pecking, many just perching on him, mocking even the idea that he could meaningfully struggle against them. He fell to the ground, dizzy with the pain and discomfort of the rapid changes overwhelming his form, coated in black feathers all over, skeleton shifting in loud, uncomfortable, snaps and pulls. His clothing tore free as his body shifted to a layout the tailor never had in mind when it was designed. His chest began to push forward oddly and he looked down with one squinted eye. Breasts? That was odd. When did birds have breasts? When did HE have breasts? Some of the birds hopped down between his legs and began to tickle over his limp member quite pointedly. It firmed and became swollen despite his objections. Every time he tried to swat them away, they just pecked and brushed his hand, accelerating the changes as his wings began to come in fully. They would be handsome wings, if they weren’t his, like some kind of crazy rubber chicken.
He rolled onto his back, panting for breath as the birds teased at him relentlessly. His shaft throbbed in the air, coaxed and encouraged with a thousand little beats of ticklish wings and tiny little tongues. Despite himself, he could feel the familiar tension of rising pleasure and the tautness of his balls as he was escorted forcefully towards climax. His soft moan sounded too female too his ears as the feathers swept up along his neck, now slender, to meet with the feathers already on his cheeks. His face pushed forward as he began to look much like the hummingbirds around him, just... larger, much larger, and he had hands, and breasts. None of the little things he could see had any of that, not that they seemed to mind.
With a sudden tension, his body lifted from the ground, back arched as white splashes of seed sprayed across his belly, splattering after arching through the air in heavy blasts. He never remembered cumming for so long before, but it seemed to just go on and on, his balls shrinking as if he were pumping them out, then his shaft finally went limp, slowly withdrawing into him. The birds were on him again, fanning the spent member as it sunk fully within... her, forming rubbery black vulva and leaving no trace of her former male state behind. She felt the pain ebbing away from her changed form, and felt strange new urges. She rolled up onto her new talons and flapped her wing-arms experimentally. She’d never be as graceful as her little cousins, but she would manage. One fluttered up to her face and she could understand it on some deep level. “Yes,” she said, “There is much to be done.” She could remember her time as Harold, the male guard, it just didn’t seem as important anymore. Her new family needed her.
Elsewhere, Peter rushed with tears streaming down his chubby cheeks. What were those.. things? They looked like people. They had clothes on even, well, what was left of clothes, and they were just, fucking. That was weird, too weird. There was nothing in the zoo that should have looked like that, and he was certain the kids were supposed to be there, not crazy monsters. He wanted to get out with company, now he was just running on his own. He began to slow, his legs aching powerfully. That had been the most running he’d gotten in over six months, and his overweight body was protesting loudly. As he slowed, something suddenly grabbed him from behind.
Something hard jutted hard into his lower back as something warm and soft pressed into his upper. “Hello there,” whispered a purr of a voice. He screamed incoherently, jerking forward and looking back to see a huge reptilian... thing, reaching for him with clawed hands, cock bouncing, breasts jiggling, “Come play with mommy, I’ll show you such things,” promised the monster as it stepped for him, inviting terrible things. He shuddered with revulsion even as he forced his sore legs into motion. The reptile was after him without delay. He could hear her claws tapping on the cobble stones under him, keeping up with him. God, weren’t gators supposed to be slow out of water? Weren’t gators supposed to be basically neuter? None of the ones he ever saw looked like that!
The spot that had pressed on his lower back was wet, and his spine was tingling even as he ran. He heard a sudden tear, and looked back to see the gator thing still rushing for him with snapping jaws, but even more worryingly, somehow, was a thick tail extending behind him, growing more and more scaled and muscular by the moment. God, he was becoming another one! He ducked a hard right and scrambled, almost falling over, on all fours for a moment before he could push back to his feet and run crying into the aquatic section of the park, trying to get to the exit he knew wasn’t terribly far away, he thought?Maybe? It was all becoming confusing in his terror and with that damned monster chasing after him.
Suddenly he felt his left hand get grabbed. She yanked him back, crushing his face into her breasts. They were so soft, and warm! He almost wanted to stay there, then cold realization flooded through his system and he pushed away, squirming against her as she wrestled with him, trying to hold him down, “Stop squirming,” she giggled, “It will feel so good, you’ll wonder why you even considered trying to get away,” she insisted. He wrenched as hard as he could, and was free, and falling, bouncing against the low railing beside an exhibit before topping over and splashing into the chill waters beyond.
He flailed in the cold water, thoughts filled with fleeting images of that reptile just leaping in after him, grabbing him, doing... mmm... Would it be that bad? Yes! Two parts of his mind warred even as he struggled for the surface. His already infected body was gently urging him to surrender, but he wasn’t having it, trying to keep his wits around himself. The gator was at the edge of the pool, but wasn’t entering. She was stroking herself, and staring at him, licking her lips. Why didn’t she just jump in and finish him off? Should he complain? That cock looked big enough to split him in half...
He turned away from the disturbing image and paddled towards the far end, gasping for air. His entire body was burning with effort, and his limbs began to go numb from the abuse. The water was rising, no, he was sinking, unable to swim further. Just as his head went under, a large shape came up from beneath and nudged him back into the air. He took a ragged breath of air and began to just pant, unable to focus on anything else but breathing and waiting for his body to recover.
As adrenaline slowly leaked out of his system and the fiery pain lowered to soft stabs, he noticed that hands were slowly rubbing his belly, and that he was on his back. He took stock of the situation and saw that he was laying on the belly of a huge creature in the water. Its colors? They were hard to see in the dark, but... A killer whale? What else was black and white in these pools? It was rubbing him with hands he was certain whales did not have normally. “You’re safe,” came a voice from beneath him.
He went rigid with fear, whimpering softly. What could he do? Making another dash would probably get him drowned. “Are you going to rape me?”
“No. No, of course not,” insisted the orca, “When we’re done, you’ll be begging.” He shuddered at the odd threat, reconsidering escaping when those great, surprisingly agile, hands began to tear the clothing free of his fat form. His gator tail slapped against the orca’s side and the great creature laughed, “Did sister get a hold of you?” it asked, then grabbed at that new tail, tugging as it began to grow warm and itchy. He squirmed as it began to expand and thicken, becoming a great weight on his back side, more massive with every heartbeat and becoming black as well, a great fin, more suited to a killer whale than a gator’s tail.
“I’m going to be an orca?” he asked with a soft mew of a voice.
“A fine one,” assured the floating pillow, “Doesn’t that sound good?”
It did, it really did, but... “I have a wife, kids,” objected Peter, “Please, let me go, please?”
The orca sighed in a burbling fashion beneath him, “If I let you go, the alligator would be on you before you made it five steps from the tank. She won’t be gentle, and you will forget how to be gentle afterwards,” he warned.
He put a hand to his head, though the hand was becoming slick, and the fingers were swelling, skin turning black and white slowly before his eyes, “God damn it all, that’s not much a choice. Go and get raped, or stay and...”
“Sorry,” said the orca, though it didn’t sound very sorry about it. “Enough of that.” He rolled over then, and Peter was plunged into the cold, dark, waters. He could feel the orca rubbing against his back. Breasts, was the orca a she? He was rolled over in that dark tumult and held close to the creature’s increasingly female shape, grinding insistently. He could feel his shaft swell and gorge with blood, running against the orca’s smooth warm skin. The orca pushed him lower along her body and he felt a huge hard member slide up along his leg to rest alongside his own shaft. She was male too? Like the gator, he figured.
He didn’t want to be raped, even if rubbing against this great creature was becoming more and more pleasant, and he tried to break away, but she had him firmly in her hands. He swatted at them and could see his own arms had become swollen with power and muscle, his torso losing fat in favor of a barrel filled with potent musculature. The fat that had hung hindering before now reformed into a layer of insulating protection. The water didn’t feel cold anymore. His shaft ached, blood rushing to it as it pushed higher and higher, longer. He remembered something,but then it fled his somewhat occupied mind.
The warmth of change centered on his chest as it began to swell dramatically, like an air pump had gotten attached on the wrong end, he gasped in the water, gulping down some of it in the act, stunned as he grew so quickly. He was already a B cup as a man, to his chagrin, now he was approaching G territory, but they felt firm, round, and buoyant. The orca above him grabbed at him, rubbing at his chest and sending powerful waves of new pleasure through his body. His cock brushed up along the underside of those breasts, now about two feet long, narrow, and even flexible, as sea mammal males tend to be, not that he was entirely certain how to take advantage of it.
His lover did not have this disadvantage, and he felt a heavy object exploring him between the legs a moment before pushing up into his trembling form. His legs clenched as if to resist, but it did little to prevent his female virginity from being taken in a smooth thrust. The whale rolled, holding him... her? He wasn’t sure, but he was up in the air again, panting loudly as the whale under her rocked up into her, fucking her, making her moan like a whore as her body surrendered fully to the infection. A gout of cool water exploded from her back as she expelled some of the water she had swallowed moments ago, and a squawk from the shore proved it had struck the still lurking gator. Good, let her get wet and cold for chasing me around.
Her attention slid back to her lover as she felt her tunnel tighten and flex about the member inside of her, then it exploded, filling her womb with heat. She threw her swelling head back as fins emerged, groaning with satisfaction, shuddering as she became complete. Her old wife would have to adjust, or, perhaps, she might enjoy a trip to the pool.