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“What the?!”

As soon as she unloaded her grocery bags, Dolores had to do a double-take when she saw the ‘extra’ item that was among her purchased ingredients. When she went to the grocery store earlier that day, she had only planned to purchase the necessary items needed to make a Cajun-based dish she found on the internet. Even though her cooking skills weren’t really stellar, she was wanting to do something special to celebrate her one year anniversary with her husband. However, right between the packages of andouille sausage and chicken stock she had placed on the kitchen counter, there happened to be a folded green garment tightly wrapped in plastic.

Dolores picked up the package with both hands, making sure to be careful and avoid chipping her manicured nails. She hummed in confusion while scanning the package, not seeing any labeling or even a price. After double-checking the receipt, and seeing that it only included the food items she bought, her puzzlement grew upon looking back at the odd green item. “Huh… Maybe it’s an anniversary present?”

She pulled off the plastic wrapping and unwrapped the attire, quickly realizing it was made of what felt to be alligator skin. As she held up the waistband of the unusual garment, the skinny legs trailed down to reveal it was a pair of bright green pants. Even though Dolores had a wonderfully slender figure, and pale skin that was perfect for loud colors, she never expected to be holding something made of reptile scales. But regardless of any possible ethics, her brows perked up when she saw it looked to be her size. “Hmmmm…”

She took a quick glance around the kitchen, even though she already knew her husband wouldn’t be home for another couple hours. And since she was all alone, she could only shrug before deciding to put on the pants right then. She undid her skirt, blushing a little since she had no panties on underneath (mostly as part of an incoming “anniversary present” after dinner); but even with the lack of underwear, she decided to put on the pants since they looked to be clean. The scales felt remarkably smooth when she slid the garment up her legs, shivering a bit from the oddly cold texture. By the time the green pants were fully donned, she was delightfully impressed by how well the leggings clung to her skin. “Well then,” she said with a smirk, just as she buttoned the waistband tightly around her hips. “I wouldn’t have thought he knew my size so we--UUUURRRRRPPPPP!!!~”

Dolores gasped and covered her mouth with both hands, blushing profusely in embarrassment. She had absolutely no idea where that belch came from, since she didn’t even feel any gas bubbling up. Unfortunately, as soon as she put on those reptilian pants, she groaned a little upon feeling an odd pressure building up in her gut. “Nnnghh! Jeeze, how the heck did a fruit salad turn to that?”

But regardless of how unusual that feeling may have been, she shrugged after looking back down at her skin-tight leggings. The bright green scales were fairly eye-catching, and seemed to really highlight the girth of her hips and waist. She even smirked a little when she glanced at her backside, with her cheeks looking plump and smooth beneath those scales. Without even thinking, she gave her bootie a teasing little shake, and giggled when she saw the briefest jiggle.

“Ooh!” Dolores’ brows perked up in surprise. “I never got it to jiggle before~”

Just as she was about to turn around and start her cooking, her ass ended up doing something else unexpected as well: ‘PBBBTTTTT!!~’

“EEP!” Dolores froze in shock, needing to blink repeatedly after she felt that unexpected blast of gas from the back of her pants. Her blush grew even heavier, mostly since she had never farted that loudly in her life. If she was able to concentrate, she might’ve been able to connect her newfound gassiness with the green pants she was currently wearing; but before she could figure it out, she quickly grimaced before fanning her face. “UGH! Oh jeeze, that’s just rotten!”

Dolores tried to briskly walk back to her counter, not wanting to smell that putrid aroma any longer than she already had. But even when she tried to look over the recipe on her phone, her mouth skewed uncomfortably while reading out-loud. “What the… O-Okay, okay… ‘Step One: In a large pot, add four cups of--BRAAAAAAAAPPPP!!”

Another boisterous burp erupted from her mouth, causing her to groan with her eyes clenched tightly shut. Her head reeled back a little after that secondary belch, and her eyes repeatedly blinked from how ripe the stench of her breath actually tasted. She brought up her hand to breathe into it, quickly grimacing when she sniffed the gross aroma of halitosis. Unbeknownst to Dolores, her teeth were starting to show the slightest tint of yellow across her formerly pearly whites.

She paused briefly enough to try and collect her thoughts, despite how muddled they were with random thoughts. For some strange reason, old-timey jazz music was playing in her head nonstop like some weird internal muzak. Her eyes peered back at the ingredients placed before her, and huffed with a slightly disappointed look. Even though she had never made cajun food before, she instinctively went up to the cabinet to collect more of her lesser-used spices. Meanwhile, her free hand reached out to open the music app on her phone, and brought up some ragtime jazz to better get herself in the cooking spirit.

As Dolores went to cooking, it seemed that her dependence on the recipe in her phone was less necessary the longer she cooked. Without even realizing it, she was chopping up onions, celery, and bell peppers like it was second nature to her. As her eyes narrowed in focus, she barely paid any attention when another raspy fart bellowed out through her pants. ‘BRRRRTTTTTT!!~’

“Nnnghh!” Dolores shuddered a bit from that second hefty blast, but didn’t seem to mind the raunchy stench that was wafting around the kitchen. She also didn’t feel anything amiss when she scratched her ass callously with her hand, despite how much thicker it had gotten since she started cooking. Even though her cheeks looked much plumper from the back, her scaly pants were still hugging her legs tightly without any discomfort. Of course, if Dolores were to glance down at her bare feet, she likely would’ve noticed how the bottom cuffs were no longer hanging around her ankles; instead, the green scales were latched tightly around them, to the point where they were blending into the skin that led to her feet.

Her waistband was doing the same, not that Dolores felt it at all while making a flawless roux for the very first time. The longer she cooked with jazz music playing, her feet tapping with a contented hum, the more those green scales started to meld into her skin to become one and the same. Meanwhile, the girth of her thighs were starting to become just as thick as her ass, which was constantly jiggling each time some spurting bouts of gas seeped out without much notice.

“URRRRPPP!!” Dolores giggled a little after that belch, which showed how much more yellow her teeth were getting from plaque. The tips of them were also starting to morph into jagged points, like something akin to a predatory beast. Even though those gassy expulsions were becoming less upsetting with each passing moment, she still clasped a hand over her slowly swelling gut. Since her shirt was still on, she wasn’t able to feel those reptilian scales spreading outward, and covering her stomach with the same material as her legs. Instead, she groaned a bit after feeling how pudgy her gut was getting, and pressed in to make another hefty burp. “BRRRRUUUUUUUUPPPPP!!!~”

By that point, her bare feet were completely covered with the same scales as her legs, while her toenails began to shape themselves into dark black claws. Her backside was continuously growing thicker as she kept pushing out little toots of gas, which helped to conceal the feeling of something large protruding from just above it. The pointed tip of something long and scaly began to push out from the back of her waist, and grew longer each time she pushed out another wet fart. The crackling blasts were causing her to chuckle in a deeper voice, since the tone of some of them reminded her of a particular brass instrument.

“Oh, lawdy!~” Dolores’ voice carried a strong cajun accent, much like the sauteed onions she stirred in the cast iron with a plethora of southern spices. The deepening tone of her voice didn’t warrant any concern, as her claw-like feet continued to tap to the rhythm of ragtime tunes on her phone. “I wonder if that ol’ trumpet upstairs still--BRAAAAPPPPP!!!~”

Dolores didn’t even mind the near-constant gassiness anymore, and just accepted it as normal while cooking. Much like her backside, it seemed that something else was beginning to protrude from her front. Of course, considering how that secondary growth looked to be a reptilian sheath that was emerging from Dolores’ crotch, perhaps it was more appropriate to say ‘his’ front. But regardless of the shocking additions to their anatomy, Dolores’ only response was a cheerful chuckle that lasted between multiple long burps.

“URRRPPPPP!! Hehehehehe…. BRRRRRUUUUUPPP!!~”

Much like Dolores’ tail and sheathe, the sides of their hips were growing outward at an alarmingly fast rate. Even though those pants were sized for a petite and slender woman, they ballooned out alongside the girth of the body they were transforming. Dolores’ ass was growing wider and wider, with their cheeks getting thick and juicy to match the blasts of gas spewing out from between them. Due to how massively heavy that scaled butt was getting, it shouldn’t have been much of a surprise when Dolores’ legs started to shrink down to a fraction their original length. But as their bottom half became more gator-esque than human, their top half was still changing to match Dolores’ newfound appearance.

“Mmm-Mmm!!” The smell of cajun spices were wafting about heavenly in the air, almost as if Dolores was using their food as a means to cover up the pungent fumes they were making near-constantly. Even when their ass was spewing out a thin, raspy fart that lingered with a strained whistle, they leaned in close to the saucepan to get a good whiff of the sausages they got simmering. Due to how much Dolores’ stomach was expanding outward, which caused their shirt to rip apart at the seams, they weren’t able to lean their head down that far towards the stove; however, much like their tail and sheathe, Dolores’ nostrils were able to reach closer to the pan as they grew outward from their face. The scales that were covering Dolores’ torso were finally crawling up her neck, while a long muzzle started to grow out from the front of their chubby face.

“BUUUURRRRRPPPPP!!~” That burp was tremendously loud, with an impressive reverb that matched the ripe stench that exhumed from Dolores’ inhuman maw. Those pointed teeth only grew longer alongside the length of their muzzle, while also growing more yellowed to emphasize their uncleanliness. When Dolores first let out a massive burp, she felt downright disgusted by the crude display; but as their body expanded out even further, with the last of Dolores’ shirt falling to the floor in ragged pieces, one of their fat hands came up while resembling alligator claws. The sharp digits were quick to cup over the front of their muzzle, which allowed them to flare their nostrils out and get a good whiff of the smelly gas they just burped out. “Hfffffffff!! Nnnnghhh~”

The alligator shuddered from how intensely rich that musky breath tasted, and he put down his wooden spoon to bring up his other claw. Since his fat gut was pressing up hard against the oven door, he only needed to give a single push before more gas belted out from his fanged muzzle “UUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!~”

His reptilian eyes clenched shut, and he sucked in a deep breath of his own burp like it was a bong hit. He let out a shuddering moan from how concentrated that rancid gas tasted, which caused his sheath to twitch antsily beneath his hanging gut. But as the gator’s cajun cuisine came closer to fruition, he continued with his work while trying not to get too distracted by his own gas. Of course, much like their slobbish reptilian form, it seemed that Dolores’ mindset was changing just as drastically as the transformation was finishing up.

Sure, Dolores could certainly recall being a human being, and even a woman for that matter; but as the plump head of his member poked out from the sheath with a shimmery pink flesh, it was easier for him to see himself as something more… animated than before. For some reason, the name ‘Louis’ sounded much more appropriate in his head than his previous one. Not to mention, the old-timey jazz blasting from Dolores’ phone was sounding much too filtered through those measly little speakers. So by the time his homemade gumbo was finally ready to simmer, his joyous smile grew wider as he waddled out of the kitchen; and with every step he took, a crackling fart erupted out from between his fat, blubbery cheeks.

‘PRRTTTT!!!’ ‘Brrrrrrriiiiiiiip!!~’ ‘BBPPPPTTTT!!’

“Oooowiee!~” Louis fanned his snout with a pudgy claw, which no longer resembled Dolores’ hand by any means. In fact, as he lumbered his way up the stairs to find that trumpet, those enchanted pants ensured that he was fully transformed to the fat and bubbly gator from that animated feature. Louis was so distracted by his plans of live music, that he didn’t pay much heed to how Dolores’ husband might respond to his change; but at the same time, the gator didn’t seem too worried as he said to himself, “Well, I--BRAAAAAAPPP!!~ Nnnfff… I better get some good--UUUUURRRRRPPPP!! S-Some good entertainment to make this night special~”

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“... Ummmm…”

Christopher, the loving spouse of the former human Dolores, was left in a shell-shocked state of silence while staring across the table from his “wife.” For most husbands, the sight of a giant fat alligator in place of their partner would’ve likely sent them running for the hills; however, due to the human’s startling confusion (as well as the ungodly delicious-looking pot of gumbo that was prepared), his butt was left seated in the chair while listening to the gator’s exceptional trumpet skills. Speaking of butts, Christopher’s eyes couldn’t stop peering down at that plump, scaley rear that Louis was shaking around during his performance.

The old trumpet may have not been used since Christopher’s high school band years, but “Dolores” was playing the instrument like it was regularly maintained by the spirit of Miles Davis himself. Louis was blasting some incredible tunes from the brass instrument, tooting out an improvised rhythm that had his pudgy feet tapping against the floor. Meanwhile, the gator’s fat ass was constantly letting out toots of its own like an accompanying instrument. The stench of all those ripe farts were strong enough to leave Christopher’s nose tightly wrinkled; but at the same time, the human’s blush couldn’t be ignored while staring at the fat and flatulent gator in utter awe.

“S-So, ummm…” Christopher didn’t want to interrupt his gator-wife’s trumpet playing, especially since he already realized that Louis was indeed Dolores earlier that day. As soon as the husband got home, and was able to calm down from seeing a cartoon gator in his house, Louis was able to answer enough personal question to indicate that he was indeed Christopher’s wife underneath. But at the same time, the human was still rightfully confused enough to clarify, “So, you… you said you had this happen though a pair of pants?”

“Hmm?’ Louis’ trumpet performance paused briefly, even though the instrument was still tightly pressed up against his lips. Just as he was about to pull it away and answer Christopher, his eyes widened when his cheeks puffed out profusely. That bout of unexpected gas bellowed out through the trumpet, which caused it to blast a raspy note the lingered for several seconds: “BROOOOOOPPPPP!!~”

“Whoo!” Louis chuckled to himself when he finally pulled the trumpet from his muzzle, and fanned a claw over the horn to get the stink out of its brass tubing. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he said apologetically through his thick cajun accent. “Guess I didn’t realize how much I’d be--BUUUURRRRPPPPPP!!!~”

Christopher tensed up in his seat, his blush growing heavier the instant he heard that boisterous burp from the gator’s massive maw. Even with how delectable that gumbo smelled, his nostrils tried not to flare out after hearing Louis’ heavy belch. He wasn’t sure what was coming over him, since this gator was absolutely nothing like the slender woman he married exactly one year ago. But at the same time, even with how rank and slobbish Louis was acting, Christopher was struggling to deny how much that fat, stinky gator was getting to him.

“Uhhhh…” In an attempt to save face, Christopher gave his wife a nervous smile through his blush. “I-It’s alright,” he mumbled sheepishly, needing to readjust himself in his seat due to his pants tightening up. “I, uhhhh… I can’t really say I b-blame you for… f-for needing to adjust to things, Dolores.”

“Oh, you don’t need to call me that, sweetie pie~” Louis narrowed his eyes more suggestively on Christopher’s flustered expression, and his claws leaned against the table as he tried to lean in close. When the tip of his scaley muzzle was less than a foot from Christopher’s face, he tried to say reassuringly, “You can call me Louis if you--BRAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!”

That loud, heavy belch was intense enough to make Christopher’s hair pull back from the force of that hot blast. The raunchy scent of the gator’s unwashed maw brushed past every inch of Christopher’s face, while the overwhelming stench of halitosis immediately shot in through his nostrils. The human winced with his eyes tightly shut, and quivered badly while tensed in his seat. When he reopened his eyes, he made the “mistake” of breathing in too soon after Louis’ burp. Because of that, his nostrils instinctively flared out to get a deep breath of that thick, rancid burp that was strong enough to taste on his tongue.

“OH, GOODNESS!” Louis pulled back with a deeply-embarrassed blush, and covered his mouth with both claws to cover his mortified expression. Since this was supposed to be their anniversary dinner, the last thing he wanted to do was burp right in his face before eating. “Christopher, I’m so sorry, sweetie! I didn’t mean to do that, it just sorta--”

‘PBBBBBBBTTTTTTT!!!~’

In a bitter example of irony, the gator’s apology was promptly cut off with another rapturous blast that bellowed out from his blubbery cheeks. The gator couldn’t help shuddering during the five second fart, his eyes growing half-lidded for a moment while moaning in guilty pleasure. Christopher’s stunned state was accompanied with a shiver of his own, and his head lowered while blushing even heavier than before. He groaned to himself a little while leaning forward in his seat, as if that would be enough to stop the tent in his pants from feeling so distracting.

“Nnnnfffff~” Louis may have been trying to apologize for that upclose burp, but his follow-up fart left him smirking a little as he fanned his backside with his claw. “S-Sorry ‘bout that one too. I guess the gassiness is another side-effect of those pants! Hehehehe~”

After taking a deep breath, which caused Christopher to shudder enviously upon seeing from across the table, Louis settled down enough to say more sincerely, “But I am sorry for that, baby. I hope you’re not too upset ‘bout--”

“N-NO!” he blurted out in an instant, which caused the gator to reel his head back in surprise. While Louis stared at him with his eyes widened, Christopher covered his mouth with both hands due to his own surprise. He didn’t mean to give that response so enthusiastically, but his legs were sqirming badly beneath the table due to his throbbing tent. And by the time his hands finally pulled down, Christopher’s blush did nothing to conceal the sheepish smile he was willing to let Louis see. “It… I-It’s alright. I… I don’t mind, L-Louis…”

It took a couple seconds for Louis to ascertain what was going on, since he couldn’t see how hard Christopher was getting under the table. Luckily for the human’s sake, Louis was able to see the small twitches from the sides of Christopher’s nostrils as they continued to flare out between breaths. That delicious pot of gumbo may have been waiting between them with a savory and spicy aroma, but the gator could tell Christopher wasn’t trying to smell that. And despite how surprising such a revelation may have been, it didn’t take long for Louis’ eyes to narrow on him with a devilish grin.

“Is that so?~” The gator’s smirk remained during a long pause, in which Christopher was too flustered to really say anything back. Because of the husband’s meager silence, Louis huffed to himself before flagging up his massive tail. His eyes locked onto Christopher, almost as if he was telepathically ordering him to sit right in pace. And without moving an inch from his spot at the table, Louis took a breath before giving a hefty push:

‘BBBBRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!!!~’

That long, disgusting fart lasted for about ten minutes in total, with his cheeks vibrating like a uvula belting out a long vocal climax in a song. The deep, rumbling blast of gas didn’t let up in its intensity, and was loud enough to make the nearby windows shake profusely. Not to mention, the heady stench of Louis’ flatus thickened immensely in that cramped dining room, overpowering the scent of that gumbo in an instant. The smell should’ve been bad enough to make most humans run for the nearest window to gasp for air. But due to Louis’ unwavering stare, which didn’t even blink throughout the entirety of that massive fart, Christopher was left frozen in his chair with his face as red as a cherry tomato.

“Mmmph~” Louis shivered a little by the time he finished, with only a couple light crackles from his ass that sputtered out. “Do you mind that, Mister Christopher?~”

Due to how unexpectedly intense that fart sounded (not to mention, how badly it smelled), Christopher’s mind was left a complete blank when he heard Louis’ question. But at the same time, he could feel his head moving on its own accord to give the gator a brief, albeit affirmative shake back and forth.

“Hmph~” Louis’ smirk grew more seductive, and he leaned in over the table while the air was thick with his gas. “You wanna breathe it in, doncha?~”

That question was blunt and raunchy enough to leave Christopher’s cheeks burning with a heavy blush. However, only a couple seconds passed before he gave a silent nod of his head. But before Louis could say anything else, he was surprised to see Christopher’s eyes clench tightly shut. He sucked in a quick breath right through his nostrils, before his head lurched forward with a strained groan. “Mnnnghhhh~”

“Oooh, look at you now~” As the gator’s grin grew more perverse, both of them could overhear the muffled rumbling that emitted from his fat and scaley gut. Louis shuddered a bit while still grinning, and brought a claw down to grope at his massive belly. “Hmmmm… You mind if I give you something more direct?~”

Christopher let out a shuddering moan of his own, unable to control himself before the narrowing eyes of that fat and smelly gator. He instinctively leaned in closer to Louis’ face, making his intentions clear due to how badly he was still blushing. Because of that, Louis leaned in as well, and used his free claw to grasp the back of the husband’s head. “Well, don’t say I didn’t ask ya permission first~”

The gator pulled his head back briefly enough to take a deep breath, with the gurgling in his gut growing as loud as a broken refrigerator. Christopher groaned out upon seeing the gator’s wide and drooling maw, and the sight of all those razor-sharp fangs practically coated in a dark yellow tint of plaque. Even with Louis’ inhale, the stench of that unwashed mouth made Christopher’s erection throb intensely in his pants. But the very moment Louis loomed back in for that exhale, Christopher did the same with his eyes clenched shut.

‘UUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!~’

That final deep, ground-shakingly loud burp lasted for about fifteen seconds in its entirety. Louis’ open muzzle was latched right over the human’s face, which meant that it was the sole target of the ungodly blast of hot monster breath that exhumed out and pulled Christopher’s hair back. The husband was spasming hard between his heavy moans, while his mouth was left wide-open to suck in as many deep breaths as he could. The stench and taste of the gator’s halitosis was horrid to say the least, but Christopher was still moaning in pure rapture as he let every second of that hot burp brush against his face. “Aaaaaaahhhhh!! HFFFFFFFFF!!! Nnnnfffff!~ HHHHFFFFFFFFF!!!”

Even though Louis was the one holding the husband’s head in, Christopher had both hands around that thick neck so he could sink his head into his hungry maw. The burp grew more intense the longer Louis maintained his gassy expulsion, not that the blushing human seemed to mind in the least. Even as his head grew cloudier in an instant, Christopher continued to suck in breath after breath while the burp lingered on to mist over his face and hair. Meanwhile, his legs were squirming direly underneath the table as his tent spasmed at the crotch, and the fabric of his pants grew wet and sticky from his involuntary climax.

“Aaaaaahhh!! AAAAHHH!!” Christopher’s eyes rolled back while moaning out in utter bliss, unable to control himself as he came uncontrollably in his pants. And just as Louis’ massive burp finally came to a ripe and satisfied close, Christopher had already breathed in enough of the gas to pass out in his chair. The human fell back in his seat, and hit the carpeted floor with an ungraceful flump. But even while knocked out cold, Christopher’s hips could still be seen twitching while his crotch was matted in his cum.

“Hmph~” Louis may have been disappointed that his husband hadn’t eaten the anniversary dinner yet, but his smirk remained wide with contentment nonetheless. “Well then! I might as well get a skirt prepared for you for later tonight~”