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Disclaimer - This is not a cookbook. Please do not use any of the tips or tricks mentioned inside for anything related to the culinary arts. In addition, this is not, strictly speaking, a dating guide for attracting busty crocodiles, though it may give you a few pointers . . . (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Gator Gumbo

The sun poured down on the limply hanging vinyl sign that proclaimed that this was the site of the Thibodaux Bayou Cook Off. An orange plastic construction fence designated the boundary where, on this sacred day, drinking was allowed in the park. Neighborhood regulars shared libations liberally as the chefs all slaved away in the heat. Couples cooked jambalaya in aluminum trash cans, the Patterson boys made a fire-line to fry up their hush puppies, and old Jimbo pan seared catfish one by one with a mean scowl as his only seasoning.

The skinny overall-clad Rivet Laroux had only a propane burner, a big pot, and no idea what he was doing. Tapping his teeth with an untrimmed nail, he parted his mess of red hair to the side and looked down at the crumpled bit of paper in his hand. He had the list of ingredients his Ma used to use to make gumbo, including the secret ingredient of fresh gator tail. He always just kind of assumed he just needed to throw them in a pot together though . . . That's the way it had always looked when Mama Laroux did it all those years ago.

What he had ended up with was a strange pane of orangish oil floating on top of a simmering brown mess. The flour had all clumped up into seeping lumps while the okra had basically dissolved into something that looked like it belonged on the set of some sci-fi B movie, waiting to spurt out of some alien after being shot by an unconvincing laser. But . . . maybe it still tasted like he remembered? He dipped his long handled wooden spoon into the bubbling goop, blowing on it before bringing it to his lips, screwing his eyes shut, and taking a thick slurp. He thought it wasn't too bad, that is, until his tongue made its way past the nearly flavorless barrier of the oil. The actual taste was far less than the sum of its parts, somehow making the combination of seemingly appetizing ingredients into something that tasted vaguely of fishy kerosine and stale pepper.

Coughing, Rivet looked around to make sure no one was watching before he spat and rubbed his stubbly chin. The top prize was a thousand bucks, and heck, even second place was worth five hundred. Both of those would take out a good chunk out of his losses at the local gambling house. But it was obvious that even if his Mama used to make the best gumbo in town, God rest her soul, Rivet was going to need a little bit of help if he was going to get the judges on his side.

As the bow tie wearing mayor yelled out five minutes remaining, Rivet fished around in his front pocket, taking out a wax sealed little vial with a cloudy purple goo in it. People around these parts knew that they could get a little help from the other side if they went out to visit the Swamp Lady. He'd done that a few years back, chasing after Sally Devois, the girl of his dreams. He payed a small fortune and two favors to get a little bit of old fashioned love potion. Sadly, Sally had skipped town before he got to use it . . . She had always been a bit flittish around him.

He sighed wistfully.

Anyways, he wanted the judges to really _ love _his gumbo, so he thumbed open the cork and shook out the contents into the pot. The stuff seemed to resist gravity for a second before tumbling into the mix in a single gelatinous gob, leaving the vial completely clean. As he stirred, the color of the gumbo darkened, turning an almost swampish green down below the gleaming oily barrier. A couple colorful sparks hissed out from the pot as he stirred it in quickly, cringing as the air-horn rang out, and everyone had to stop what they were doing.

He was sweating from more than the sweltering heat as he slopped a few scoops on the judge's plates when they walked by. While the other chefs were also swamped by the locals coming in to get a taste as well, he only had three people come in for his creation, mostly friends of his late Ma's, but even _ they _looked reluctant as he gave them a steaming wobbly scoop. Rivet bit his lip as he watched the judges go through the food, each being announced and talked up by the mayor. They nodded enthusiastically, talking about light notes of sage and mouthfeel, before they eventually made their way to the congealed glazed greenish masses on their plates.

"And next up we have Rivet Laroux! What have you made for us today, Rivet?" The mayor's smile continued even as his brows beetled, looking down at the only thing left on the judge's plates.

"It's my Mama's gumbo," Rivet shouted out over the crowd. "Best in the world!"

"Well . . . it's uhh . . ." The old town librarian forked the green pile with trepidation.

"The presentation is atrocious." The local gourmet swallowed heavily as he peered down into the mass as if trying to divine the future.

"Heck, my Mama made gumbo too." The long haired musical guest, who had once shook Kid Rock's hand, had already had quite a bit to drink. And so he fearlessly took up a great spoonful, and brought the grisly mass to his lips, the entire festival pausing with a collective inhalation. The rather skinny man paused, chewing slowly as his eyes widened, pupils expanding as he started breathing in increasingly heavy pants.

"Oh, Rivet . . . You're _ amazing _." He took another massive spoonful and shoved it in his mouth sloppily, chewing loud enough for his mic to pick up the noise. This encouraged the other contestants to try a single bite, with similar results, their expressions lighting up as they all turned towards Rivet with almost predatory adoration. The gourmet was mumbling something incomprehensible about mouthfeel, while the librarian literally dropped her head down towards her plate and started scraping it clean with her growing tongue.

This was enough of an endorsement for the crowd. People rushed forwards, and Rivet could hardly dish up the glop fast enough. People in the audience were stealing off each other's plates, some out of curiosity, and others because they had a taste, and now they were hooked. Rivet's grin split his face as he was swamped by the crowd. Surely the thousand dollar prize was in his pocket now.

The mayor's voice rang through over the commotion, a dribble of orange oil dripping from the corner of his mouth. "You're so _ delicious _, Rivet." He licked his chops noisily before dropping the mic and joining the crowd swarming around the elated "chef."

Rivet was serving up the last bit of the slop before someone came in and pressed themselves against him from behind.

"I just _ need _ya." He heard the musician's voice, but it was deeper, almost gravelly. And something was off, he felt two soft lumps rubbing against his back as he looked over his shoulder. Two scaly grey green tits were swelling in the country singer's tightening shirt, making buttons fly as they ground against him.

"Oh_ please _, Mr. Rivet. I just need to be closer to you." The librarian shoved through the crowd with strength that seemed impossible for such a prim old lady. Her fingers were clenching, nails forced out by thick black claws welling out from under them as scaly webbing rose up between her thickening digits. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and ground her hips against him, something slick and hot pulsing behind the floral print fabric of her skirt.

At this point Rivet desperately tried to pull away, but the crowd was pressing in tighter and tighter around him as he swore and shouted.

"Rivet . . . _ Mouthfeel _." The gourmet growled as he lumbered forwards. His mouth was stretching forwards, teeth tumbling out as they were replaced by a row of jagged points that his increasingly fleshy tongue licked out over. He knelt down, the rear of his pants splitting open as a thick rudder-like tail jerked out, covered in thick swamp green scales and lashing from side to side. That finely calibrated palate opened far wider than any human's could before he leaned in towards the terrified Rivet's crotch and bit down, tearing a massive gash in the man's overalls. Separating nostrils huffing, the changing food critic started licking in against the restrained man's cock and balls with his wide fleshy tongue as if the slick flesh were the best thing he had ever tasted, which indeed it was.

Rivet flailed as he was surrounded by a sea of increasingly scaly bodies. Those people who couldn't reach him were rubbing their increasingly reptilian forms together, imagining themselves closer to the true object of their desires. The librarian's glasses fell off as the bridge of her nose disappeared, her face surging forwards into a long toothy muzzle, slitted nostrils flaring as they drew in Rivet's scent.

"No, wait I . . ." The man protested as she pressed forwards, scaly lips shoving against his own. Her wide pink tongue swabbed against the insides of his mouth, muffling his distressed shouts as she ground forwards with her hips. There was a spark of sensation as the remnants of the love potion made contact with his tongue, making his body blaze with newfound need. Her dress creaked at the seams and then fell away, revealing the blunt slippery pink gator cock that jutted from between her legs, sandwiched between her own swelling body and Rivet's tightening overalls.

"Oh, Mr. Rivet. Thank you _ so _much . . ." The singer crooned with a low growl, breasts heaving before he yanked the straps of Rivet's overalls in opposite directions, tearing the worn blue fabric down the middle, letting his erect dark skinned nipples rub against his admiration's bare skin. That wasn't the only thing that was erect though, his throbbing reptilian shaft ground forwards, poking the struggling Rivet's balls with his spire of seeping needy gator flesh. As the musician-turned-fan rubbed in, blunt cock leaking, Rivet's balls began to tighten, scales forming over his scrotum as his testicles were sucked back inside of himself with a pop that sent a shudder of strange pleasure through him.

The gourmand suckled at Rivet's cock with his huge fleshy tongue, growing breasts swinging under him as his idol moaned in pleasure. Rivet's member twisted and throbbed larger, a scaly slit forming around the base as the skin of his shaft thinned into glistening marbled pink. His member jerked, leaking out pre that the increasingly reptilian food-taster lapped up like ambrosia, careful to only let his hundreds of teeth brush gently against the blazingly sensitive shaft. Rivet arced his back and groaned in pleasure, spine creaking before a thick tail writhed out from his tailbone, undulating in pleasure as his new muscles clenched like banded iron.

The once gumbo chef was hardly touching the ground as the scaly bodies packed around him. Scaly webbed hands reached in. As he tried to shoo them away initially, his own fingers creaked out, growing claws and thick webbing while his feet also splayed out, breaking through his shoes as mouths opened and lapped at his lengthening digits. His own maw creaked and cracked as the librarian needfully made out with him, their crocodile muzzles locking together as his now slitted golden eyes went half lidded with pleasure. Her hands kneaded at his chest as she groaned, raising up two separate jostling mounds. Rivet exhaled lustily as she pinched his nipples, coaxing the areolas wider as they turned leathery and dark. His tail lashed as his swelling breasts were mashed roughly together before a dribble of milk leaked from his exaggerated nipples. Immediately two of the horny crocs from the crowd were there, lapping and suckling up his reptilian cream as his struggles of resistance changed to wriggles of pleasured confusion.

The singer's throbbing cock made the flesh between his legs pulse as it eagerly swabbed against him from behind. Slowly, a swollen slit bulged out, leathery edges quivering with need before the lusty reptile lined himself up and slammed into Rivet's freshly formed crocodile cunt. The gumbo chef hissed into the librarian's mouth as the cock spread him wider around its bulging pink length. He could feel the blood pumping through it as he clamped down with his insides automatically, tail pulling up and writhing, grabbed onto and caressed my a myriad of supplicating reptilian hands.

It was just too much. Rivet's insides twisted and his cock bucked. His ears pulled back into his head and his chest barreled out, pushing his heavy milk-laden breasts out to even fuller prominence as he reached his first dual-natured orgasm. Fire blazed inside of him as ice trickled down his spine, and he came into the gourmet's mouth in great sticky gobs of lust as he felt the singer's throbbing cock quiver and jolt out thick reptilian essence deep inside of him as his female cleft wrenched and milked it for all it was worth. His jaws creaked out longer as his thickening flat fleshy tongue slapped against the librarian's own while her cock bobbed and jerked up before splattering out musky reptilian essence all over the thickening green dappled scales on his side. Still expanding, his heavy tits gushed forth thick rich cream into the sucking jaws of the increasingly saurian supplicants pressing in all around him.

Gravelly voices shouted from all around him as the crowd swept him along towards the water. Despite his climax, the wild reptilian passion still welled up inside of Rivet, his cock throbbing and cunt squeezing longingly around nothing as his breasts heaved. He looked forwards to see another gator calling his name, looking over her back towards him, thick tail raised, barring her puffy scaled slit, leaking cock hanging below her. He couldn't help himself, pressing towards her and grabbing her hips with his webbed fingers, slamming his hips forwards and sinking into her fully in one blissful thrust. His breasts ground against her back, thick dark leathery nipples tingling as they slid against her scales while her inner walls squeezed around him in infuriatingly blissful muscular tugs.

Yet another gator pushed in from behind him, grabbing his tail lovingly and pulling themselves against him. The flat tip of their fleshy crocodilian cock slid up, grinding past his slit, coating itself in his slippery ecstasy before straining in against his taut asshole, stretching him wide around their girthy twitching pole. His tight asshole clenched around the pulsing shaft each time his tail undulated from side to side, his thoughts about winning the contest or escaping the monstrous crowd lost behind a pressing wall of pure pleasure. A snout shoved in from under him, sniffing in with evident relish before a slick wide gator tongue prodded out against his thrumming pussy, making him moan out as the wriggling mass pressed in and filled him, writhing in his clenching depths, drinking in his seeping female pleasure.

Grasping webbed hands groped at every available surface of his skin, stroking and kneading him affectionately, teasing his nipples, massaging his tail. Other gators slid their tongues along his thickening arms, the gumbo having given them a ravenous desire for his particular brand of gator flesh. He came over and over again, filling and being filled, orgasms rocking his body in rapid succession as all the signs of his humanity faded, leaving him and all of his followers as a tangle of amorous oversexed crocodilians. His breasts leaked milk into suckling toothy maws and his tail waggled as his tender ass was filled with throbbing cocks and probing fingers. It was like he was floating on a cloud of green scaly elation as their close knit wildly fucking mob slowly meandered towards the banks of the bayou, leaving a wake of matted grass and musky fluids in their wake.

The refreshingly cool water washing over Rivet's body didn't halt the lewd revelry, allowing contact in all three dimensions as the other gators used their streamlined muscular tails to swim in all around him. They worshiped him with their powerful scaly bodies, engulfing him in a never ending tide of pleasure as he reciprocated, blessing them all with his cock, breasts, pussy, mouth, and ass. The entire congregation faded away into the swamp, churning waters causing most of the local wildlife to flee . . . save for a few gators that curiously swam by only to be caught up in the lusty frenzy, soon changing to match the rest of the pack, savage instincts replaced by a relentless desire to mate with their new leader, or barring that, any other scaly thing that they could get their developing hands on.

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The following day, the town police force had cordoned off the area. No one could figure out what had happened. They saw the remnants of the cook-off, and a bunch of half eaten food, but all of the people had apparently disappeared. The epicenter of activity seemed to have been around where one Rivet Laroux had been cooking. His pot, and every utensil he had used had been licked completely clean. Although they never did figure out what had really happened, they figured it must have been some damn fine gumbo.