Feral-Ville 3/4
Joshua gets used to his new life with the alligators
After the accidental egging, things for Joshua turned around. The next few months was just him working on himself as he wanted to grow accustomed to the new town in the bayou he was now apart of. He never expected to meet other people who were animals just like the gator bros- up until Clay finally decided to let him join in a shopping trip (since both really didn't know how to cook anything Joshua actually liked).
In the learning of this town on the water, he also began to work out more, despite his gravid gut in the way- he didn't feel hindered at all. In fact, he wanted to move around more as his belly grew more stuffed. He caught himself during jobs on the dock-sidewalks just standing out in public, caressing the new sensations of parenthood until some other noise snapped him back- pulling his tank top or shirt over his belly again before continuing.
Everyone in town noticed the change as well too. And by everyone, he really meant everyone, the bobcat at the Bait and Buckle shot gave him extra bait as a ‘gift’ for Clay and Beaux - not knowing he fished himself yet. The Swamp Bat at Batty Boats Bend even offered to fix up the airboat part of the house due to it being broken on multiple occasions from him trying to run in the earlier seasons. And finally even Sally Snakerton at the General Store gave him ointment to help him with the sore feet and back he was going to suffer in the upcoming months. What once became a normal trip around the place never talking to anyone made him have to introduce himself to people…animal… animal-people, animal people, let's go with that.
Clay and Josh's Sexual appetite grew ravenous in tandem, he was now a more muscly twunk who’s body fat milked their cocks so sweetly. It was hard to keep them off of him as both brothers wrestled each other (and him) on multiple occasions to shove their fucksticks in his pregnant hole.
“Comn, just a few hip rolls! I know you want it too!” Clay was on his hands and knees as the swollen Joshua stared down in almost embarrassment, he never expected to have so much power in the bedroom.
“Uh, well, I mean yeah maybe sometime later? They’ve been really active lately, Im worried I might just give birth at any moment”
Beaux barged in with a slam of the door off the hinge “ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT FUCKIN’ AGAIN? WITHOUT ME?”
“Beaux I told him not to calm down!”
There was a low growl in defiance, “Yer lucky I don’ want the kids getting hurt, or I woulda pinned to the bed and fucked ya stupid for that”
He was almost happy at that fact, even happier in that when he was in the mood, it felt like heaven, two big guys carefully caressing his beach ball belly while he cried and whimpered for more, no longer aggressively gaping him for their own balls. If they were human, he would have just made out with them- but the tongue fucking and rimming does so much more for his pleasure.
But Beaux is someone who dosent think twice about anything he says, in fact, neither of them think hard of anything they say as it comes out as they feel it should be said- harsh or cruel as it can be. A quality no one but a professional would be able to hear without wanting to burst into tears out of the fear it leaves in its wake.
The reason he grew muscle wasn't because he wanted to look good, it was more for protection in secret.
There's no way he can stop these absolutely tank-built alligator bayou boys from absolutely making his body nothing but a cocktoy for hours, but he can (mostly because of the belly) hold their snouts shut as he uses his entire body to hold them at distance as they more weakly try to take him. In every single case ever since he began showing, this stopped them from trying harder as they at least hold in priority that Joshua is looking out for their children in his gut and if he dosent want sex then is it worth having to start all over after so long?
In other words, it pushed him to do something he never did back at home, something his father kept him from as his job wasn't to be a ‘musclehead’, it was to be marriage material in case he needed it as well as the new CEO if his older brother somehow became incompetent.
In short, there was nothing expected for him other than to stay out of everyone's way, looking small and frail was just something that followed suit as he avoided family dinners when the strain was really bad.
Sometimes, he would just stare into the mirror in awe, flexing his biceps and pectorals in amazement for how developed they are. His Stomach showed soft abs as his young stir quietly.
It didn't feel right to think about it at all, but he almost enjoyed this new him.
That was until the snow began to fall… Well, wet snow, the hot bayou humidity kept the place warm year round, but at times there was snow that came down like ice spikes on the coldest days. It's almost been an entire year since he came to this place.
And now here he lays in bed, stomach completely bloated, kicking around with life, unable to work out anymore or even feed himself.
A strong kick and contractions sent a voice not his own out into the now cold and quiet swamp, Joshua’s head completely aimed up in absolute suffering as one egg came out with a wet splurt. He couldn't even hear or feel anything as he saw the room door opening, everything beginning to go black as his memories take him back to a time long ago.
Stop hitting me!
In a black and white world, my brother Ishmael stood above me, hands wrapped in rags as he swung at my temple. One would think it was to soften the punches, but for him it was to merely ‘clean up the act’ as he was doing it.
“Shut up, I know you stole it brat, there's no one in this house who would steal food besides you, give me my bar back!”
Your servant…
“Is dead.”
!!
“......you ... .I know it's your fault, you caused this, all you ever do is hover and look out of place to the light that we came from!”
I didn't understand at the time that the servant was killed in retaliation for something my father did to his uncle, nor did I know how my brother convinced himself that because I stole a bar that I got them killed. But regardless, I blamed myself, I blamed myself for somehow not being the one who was killed in their stead.
I cried to him, telling him exactly that, his next words, only ripping my stopped heart to pieces with his own scarred fingers
“Frankly, at least Franky had use, what do you do? Your nothing but a Leech of the Udalls”
He must have thought he was funny
Suddenly, every family dinner, when I didn't grab the right utensil, my mother and father made quick remarks about how slimy I look, telling me to quickly take a shower before dinner, how my teeth never looked right even after the dentist gave me braces.
Every small thing of mine suddenly became related to that, without the word being said beyond him, I was nothing but a Leech that existed, too afraid to do anything.
By the time I got the letter to College, I was indoctrinated to their cause. I never knew how I was just running on a treadmill for them, I never noticed how they looked at my grades until I thought back at their faces. I ignored it.
I ignored it, because I wanted to believe they wanted me, dosent everyone tell themselves that to the people who are supposed to love them unconditionally?
You would think I would have fought back, I did. Once.
When it all snapped, I slapped my brother in front of the entire family, pummeling him into the ground while he was confused, I just lost myself to my rage as I heard the entire party go silent, the sounds of wet flesh echoing out into the lavish gothic walls.
I broke his right eye permanently.
No one helped either of us, the servants stood looking away at the edges of the party, the guests dressed in their Sunday best leered horrified- as I broke the barrier that kept them protected. After all, the Udall family never spills blood that isn't themselves, it's always someone else's tragedy that builds our family forward.
…I, what did I do? S-someone help him!
I tried in feeble attempts to press his already wet clothes to stop the bleeding
There's so much blood! Oh God!
The only thing that broke people out of their frozen states wasn't a child screaming for his brother, it was rather my father delegating tasks to everyone. After all, he's the Patriarch of all of us, he makes the big decisions even if we all don't like it.
I certainly didn't like the punishment that awaited me, the one time where I wished I wasn't religious, the one time when I learned If I do anything to break the families system, that I would find nothing but misery waiting for me.
Cut to a little me, standing in front of our founder's grave, around me are many Udalls, old and deceased, people who I’ve heard many stories of about their feats for our state, for our world, for our lord.
Dad made me for the month only eat on Sundays, allowing me only water and bread if I looked sick, dressed in the clothes of a man long dead as its clothes stunk of dried rot.
“Have you seen him yet?”
Father was what you imagine a rich old man to be like, slicked back hair, trimmed beard, clothes that always look tailored and fit his every inch, the only thing never leaving him being the rosary around his neck at all times.
I….
“Do not lie Joshua, the Lord is watching and testing you for your act of wrath”
I cried
Please, it hurts, everyone at school tells me I smell all the time!
“And what caused that to happen?”
I hurt my brother?
“No. You let the temptation of wrath into your body, you let yourself do the unthinkable in front of all the family, someone born of my blood. Do you know how embarrassing that feels?”
…..
I had no answer, I could only think how empty my stomach felt.
“Next time Joshua, if you ever do someone as dumb as that, I will bury you in the coffin with him, that way his spirit can truely come down from the heavens and bless you with the knowledge you certainly forgot.”
I gave up fighting the family from then on. Thinking it best since I had nowhere to go.
Sometimes, I think about that smell, and I cover myself in fear, thinking my Ancestor is there to punish me. I cried to the servants late at night, no one took me seriously.
I went to College with the same people, and soon just smiled at my own misery
Joshua woke up and found his stomach was completely deflated, his bed stand broken as the gators slept on both his sides, the crib with two children wrapped up in blue and pink cloth that looked more human than an alligator only sharing the eyes , feet and claws.
He slept through it.. Or maybe the pain of his past made him blank out, he couldn't care less. The scent of the air was musky.
“Pssst, hey, eyes up” a gruff but sweet voice whisked his vision up to his side. Clay was up while Beaux snored loudly in his sleep.
“You ok?”
“Im…”
“Anything a good frottin’ can fix?”
His last shaft pulsated warmly on his thigh, already ready to go, he needed very little to be invited to do more- quickly sliding down to rub his cock into his, pushing his tired glutes as he realized how sore he was.
“Easy….careful, don't wanna wake em’ up”
“Please…I need to forget it, C-clay” a whimper comes out of him, making Clay’s thrusting defined, if his partner wanted to be fucked happily stupid then why deny him the pleasure after what he can only assume is a horrific nightmare?
Clay carefully mushes of cock into his, smothering the poor little man in his muscle fat as his legs almost clapped from the rubbing that ribbed package into Josh’s dicklet. All of this sweet pleasure having to be hidden as Josh fights off moaning girlishly. Having someone ready for sex at any moment of the day sounds like a good way to distract himself from the hard thoughts, throwing his arms over the scaly husband's collarbone- he opens his mouth to accept his tongue, allowing the quiet but low sound of slurping to enter the room.
He dosent need to mull it over anymore.
Clays hands tracing the edges of his new body, gripping nicely to the fat, the boy's eyes tear up in joy as clay cums streaks over his belly- the feeling of it bringing Joshua soon after. It didn't need to be long, it didn't need to feel forced, He could feel such strong feelings from something that wasn't just straight up pain
“M-my family…” he weakly speaks through the tongue shoves in his throat, mouth completely slathered in wet spit
“Fuck em’ if they get anywhere close to here ill death roll them to the river and let their bodies get carried off by the Louisiana waters.”
Clay had made up his mind, he was staying here, his family had truly lost him, there's no need to go back, no need to remember their faces, this will be his life for now on.