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NATURE CALLS: JOHN'S TRANSITION

Understanding people's motives, for making very important life altering decisions, can sometimes be a very enlightening experience or utterly baffling one. On occasion, one will take mental journeys that are a mix of both enlightening and baffling. Such is the case when a person is gifted with the opportunity to finally meet someone they admire very much and then endeavor to learn about the person that exists beyond the deeds they have performed. John himself is about to have such a experience and thus gain profound perspective about the world itself.

Once the whole social affair of the dinner was wrapped up and the two elder gators parted for the night, John felt that he was in the mood to see more of the night time swamp. Jack somehow knew what he was thinking when seeing him constantly glancing out into the swamp beyond the village, during their walk around the perimeter of the living area and getting John more familiar with the place.

“Thinking of doing some exploring?" He asked John during the little tour.

“It's so beautiful out there. Even at night." He answered vaguely.

“You do know that there are also regular gators out there, that are not as social."

John rolled his eyes.

“Just saying that if you do go out there tonight, you might want company."

“Do you maybe know the swamp well enough to come with me?"

“Not as well as the two that happily helped you drain your balls before dinner. Besides they already volunteered to be your guides through the swamp during your stay here. If you are interested in the additional company."

“Oh sure. They seem to be easier to connect with than the others on a different level."

“Well then. Let's go see if they are available tonight." Jack gave John a pat on the shoulder.

Both were met halfway back to the dinner table by Brian and Tom, observing that it had been cleared and cleaned already by the others.

“Hey John. You up for a night time walk.?" Tom asked while holding up a back pack.

“What's in there?" John asked

“Extra bug repellent and a few other things we might need." Tom answered.

“Sure. Been wanting to see more of the swamp before bed."

“Well alright then. Let's go swamp exploring."

Tom walked right up to John's side and put his arm on the man's shoulder, then began walking him to the platform. Jack and Brain brought up the rear and had an arm on each other's shoulder. All four smiled and waved to the others, just as the clamps released and the platform started lowering to the ground below.

“Here. Let's make sure we have protection right away."

Tom took out a bottle and requested extended palms, before opening it and giving each palm about four firm taps with the open end.

“It spreads real easy. Let me show you."

He took what was in his hand and began spreading it across John's torso. Then set his pack down and began using both hands to spread it further. He nudged John to turn around and began working on the back.

“This stuff is also easy on the hair and keeps it in good shape, instead of gumming it up like that pitiful stuff from the city."

“Yeah. John really doesn't like their bug repellent salve." Jack commented while smirking right at him and applying the salve over Brian's torso. John shook his head vigorously in agreement.

Tom chuckled at that reaction and began the salve application to John's legs.

“When I am done, you can return the favor to me."

“Fair enough." John answered and chuckled, just as he felt Tom's hands work his ass cheeks.

Tom gave him another nudge to turn around again and began applying the salve all over the crotch area. John noticed the hands linger a bit when applying it over his cock and got hard.

“Works for that too." Tom whispered into his ear after getting on his feet again.

John hardly noticed the platform stop, while getting the rubbing treatment on his ass and crotch.

“Okay. Your turn now." Tom put the bottle into his hand. “Remember, Four taps."

“I think I have that much figured out." John said as he tapped the bottle to his palm.

He couldn't help but linger for a while himself, when finally applying the salve to Tom's own generously sized cock. It was no twelve inch beer can thick salami like Sam's when hard, but it was still bigger than average. More like a nine inch slim energy drink can. John did manage to keep some self control and got back on his feet and handed the bottle back to Tom.

“All done." He found himself standing for a while and simply looking into those amber eyes.

Tom had to reach forward and give him a mild shake.

“Hey. You get used to the eyes at night."

John shook his head and flushed a bit with embarrassment.

“I was the same way my first couple days" Jack whispered into his ear and John just nodded.

Tom then reached into the small pack and pulled out four large crystals.

“Watch this Jack whispered again."

The man lightly tapped the tips of the crystals together. They began emitting the same ambient soft glow as the ones suspended over the village. Three of them were handed over to each person. John lifted it up and turned it in front of his wide eyed face.

“That is so cool. I have heard of some crystals doing stuff like this, but then it just fades."

“These will keep glowing as long as you hold them." Brian added.

“How?" John asked.

“Craig and Jake together explained it as a geostatic reaction to staying in contact with you."

“But people don't produce any sort of elec-..." John flushed with embarrassment again.

“Exactly. I thought you catch on quick. Never stop thinking. If you do, someone else will start doing it for you."

“Someone I really liked as a kid and inspired me to get into computers once said that."

“Sounds like he was a sharp man." Brain quipped, as he began leading them down a path.

“Yeah. He really was. He helped save the world of computing from oblivion."

“Ever get a chance to meet him?"

“Nope. He pretty much went offline and just disappeared, before I got the chance."

“You make it sound like he just abruptly left everyone. Not good for those you work with."

“It was more like he was driven away. Everyone was grateful for the major breakthrough of the Slate and its platform technology, but when he announced his ambitious proposal to take it in a different direction, too make it more sustainable..."

Brain stopped and looked back and saw a familiar slight pain in John's eyes.

“What happened?"

“The people he worked with basically began turning against him one by one. They were saying his new work made it seem like he had become strange. Like you guys that live out here."

John then through up his hands in front of himself apologetically.

“I'm not saying you guys are strange. It's just how people in the city see you and how they began to see him. What is worse, this happened at a time in his life that was rough for him. He was still recovering from loosing his wife in an awful tram accident. Made things tough on him and his son. The whole situation then just slowly degraded for them both socially. Then one day major news broke out that they just left. A couple days later a automated pirate broadcast popped up on every single Slate on the planet in perfect sync with the time zone it was in."

Brian saw John just slump forward, walked up and hugged him.

“What was the broadcast John?" He whispered.

John returned the hug and sniffled a little.

“ 'All I wanted to do was help the world find itself again through one of its greatest inventions. By showing it how that brilliant creation could become something even more relevant in our lives, without dominating it and forcing us to depend on it to give our own lives meaning. It should instead be a tool to open the door to a better life, just as books once did. This...' "

“...was my vision all along for the creation of the Slate." Brian finished.

John broke the hug and then backed up a bit to look at Brian again more closely.

“Take your time kid. We have all night really." He just smiled at John.

“You. You have been here all this time?" John asked.

Tom walked over to Brian and put his arm on the shoulder and then grinned right at John.

“This is my dad. Brian Slater. Inventor of the Slate computer system."

“I think I need to sit down." John picked a tree and quickly put his ass on the ground and leaned against it, then started taking long slow breaths.

The other three decided to also set down and assumed a cross legged posture.

“So not only am I casually walking around and chatting with you naked. But I also had one very intense sixty nine session with you back up in the village, while being fucked by your own son at the same time. There are so many words and insults I can think of right now, that people back in the city would be throwing at me and using to describe this. Plus ruin my life. Talk about divine comedy."

John looked up into the tress above him and began laughing softly to himself.

“You know what?" He resumed talking. “Considering how my employer wants to treat my own mentor and good friend, due to his close association with this place, I'm not really feeling all that weird about this. I had to think about it for a while. But it just doesn't seem to be bothering me all that much. A few years ago it would have seemed really weird. A couple years ago, a little odd. But having the experience I had here in this swamp and previously letting my own mentor fuck my brains out back in the city..." John let out a long breath. “It's somehow... seems like... a perfectly normal thing."

John looked around to the other three for contradictions. None.

“This also explains why the big work table at the one spot was littered with a whole lot of clear panels that were obviously non functioning Slates. It is a Tech Dead Zone after all."

“Well, maybe not for much longer." Tom finally spoke and added.

John looked right at his amber eyes and focused.

“Seriously. Craig and Jake have been working with dad on making the next transition step actually happen. There has been no big rush on it. Its more of a hobby thing now, but it could work."

“Wow. That is something."

“Hey. Don't we have a planned tour thing to do yet?" Jack asked to change the subject.

“Yes we do." Brian said while getting back up on his feet.

Everyone else soon followed and then resumed following him down the path he chose.

“So how soon did you guys come here?" John asked.

Jack sighed heavily.

“Right away. Jack arranged everything." Brian answered.

John looked at Jack and read his annoyed face.

“Well you guys have definitely been out here long enough to know some things about the swamp. Your disappearance was at least four years ago."

“We know a few things and be more than happy to show you." Tom added.

With those words, the son switched walking places with Jack next to John and then put a free hand right on his ass. Occasionally giving it playful squeezes. Tom simply smiled and winked, when John looked right at his face. Brian started speaking.

“First featured stop on our night tour is up ahead. Notice the ground under our feet is getting a little soft. You don't like a little mud, too bad. If I can get used to it, you can too. We are getting close to the end of this path and will soon be seeing something quite impressive out in the water."

The sound of wet mud squishing between toes had become quite noticeable and actually felt pretty good under John's feet. Brian had the group stop, before the mud itself became too difficult to walk in and have them wading ankle deep through it. All three made sure to let John have a clear view of what was out there twelve feet further beyond them.

At first all that could be seen was the water reflecting the overhead moonlight and fireflies. Then something caught John's attention. Just under the surface, there was a subtle soft blue glow. It was hard to tell if what it came from was right at the surface or further down. The distance also made it really difficult to see what was creating the glow. All that John could judge from his position, is that was multiple things collectively creating the glow. Then just at the edge of the glowing area, quick movement caught his eye. It was swift and graceful. There it was again. Whatever it was, it was big. Then the movement slowed down and moved further into the glowing area. The reflections made it so hard to tell, but he could have sworn he could make out the rough outline of a swimming alligator. Then more movement could be seen. John then felt someone press into his back.

“Lets get a better view." Tom whispered into his ear and pointed at a fallen tree by the water.

John then looked back at him and then nodded with a smile.

Tom lead the way to a huge old fallen tree nearby. The end they were approaching, where its roots should be, had been reshaped to resemble steps for people to use. John noticed the steps themselves were a little large but easy enough to climb. Wooden twelve foot by twelve foot square platforms, made the same way as the floor of the main social area of the tree village, lined the side facing up and were secured to the tree via living vines just like back at the village. At the top of the steps and on the first platform were two large shallow square tubs. Both were kept covered and measured four by four feet. Tom motioned for John to follow and watch. First he opened one tub and began handy out towels to everyone and then closed the lid again. Then he opened the second tub and it was filled with water. He stepped in and motioned for John to do the same.

“We may live in a swamp, but we are clean gators. Use this to rinse your feet off and then dry off before going onto the deck we made. Unless you favor setting your ass down on a muddy deck."

Everyone got a little chuckle out of that, while taking turns with the rinsing.

They took turns holding onto two crystals, while the other one dried their feet. Then towels were hung up on the reshaped roots left intact and they followed Tom onto the deck itself. John could detect no signs of flexing of any kind. It was astonishingly solid for wood. He took quick glances beyond the edge as they slowly walked across it and was impressed with how tall the fallen tree must have been, while also realizing just how huge the natural water pool off to one side and under them really was. Tom had everyone stop right in the middle, then gave John a tap on the shoulder and motioned for everyone to lay down on their bellies. He pointed towards the water ferns, that was making the soft blue glow under the pool surface and then at the occasional outline of a swimming gator drifting over them. Brian and Jack remained quiet the whole time. While Tom whispered.

“These guys are not like us. Just regular everyday gators live here. They come here every night to get the food attracted here by the glow of the water ferns. We are very careful to not disturb this area too much during the day or night. Look just beyond the water over there."

Tom pointed just beyond the fireflies towards slightly bigger amber things that moved very little or very slowly in the dark.

“That is their home and where they nest. You can't see it right now, but there is another fallen tree, we repurposed like this one, that stretches over that area and gives you a better view of that spot during the day. None of us go anywhere else but the tree over there. Strict request of Danny and Max."

“But you guys are gators just the same." John observed.

“It's not about that. It's more about giving them their own space as protected animals."

“Ah. Gotcha. I know all about that."

“Hey dad? Is it time yet?" Tom quietly asked.

“Considering how long it roughly took us to get here. I think so." Brian answered quietly.

Tom then gave John a pat on the back and motioned for him to follow and quietly crawl to the opposite side of the deck. Brian and Jack remained where they were and began whispering casual banter to each other. He then pointed out over the water.

“Just wait for the moment you hear the frogs out there go silent and then look just under the surface for four faint glowing things coming towards you." Tom whispered.

John glanced sideways with a questioning expression on his face.

“Trust me. You will know it when you see it. Don't say anything and just watch. Then when they pass under the tree, quietly join us on the other side." Tom then quietly crawled away.

John just laid there and sighed, with his head resting on his crossed arms.

The frogs in the distance then abruptly went silent.

He squinted his eyes in the dim light.

Then he thought he saw something very faint, that didn't belong.

“Anything yet?" Tom whispered from past his feet.

“Not yet." John whispered back over his shoulder and then thumped his forehead on his arms.

John then looked up and decided to just sit there and watch the fireflies.

Then he spotted four of them that were not moving. At least not with the others.

Then they began moving towards him and following an invisible straight line right up to him.

Something deep inside told him what these could be.

Just as they moved a lot closer, they seemed to stop completely and just set there.

Then they began to move slightly upwards and the water behind them rippled a little.

Twin rows of very pronounced ridges appeared and lined up with the eyes now above the water.

John was having a memory flashback to when he was only inches from one of them earlier.

He found himself getting lost in those eyes again.

The memory flashback quickly shifted to a more recent one.

When he was standing on the rising platform and witnessed the site of Max filling Jake.

Max simply looked right back at him.

John then felt himself quickly get quite hard and was wanting to be there in place of Jake.

He wanted it so much.

Then he felt a hand on his cock and it slowly began stroking it.

A hand gently gripped his thigh, then tugged to make it move his ass up.

Without braking his gaze with the four amber eyes, John did exactly that.

A bearded face touched his cheeks, just as warm lips and tongue made contact with his hole.

The hand on his cock began gripping more firmly and stroking him harder.

He felt cheeks make contact with his ass and press into it. He heard a soft moan.

Then felt the tongue move vigorously across the muscled ring of his hole.

John pushed his ass back against the face and the tongue went inside. Another soft moan.

The four eyes held his gaze.

His mind went back to the sight of Jake hanging there and moaning, as his belly expanded.

The sight of that big cock on the man throbbing and bobbing.

That special syrup that comes from their balls, slowly trickling out of him and into the pot.

The same pot that cooked that amazing and tasty steamer table feast.

He was so hungry at that dinner table and ate so much.

It was exquisite. The hint of maple was in the air and in the taste.

The only thing better, would have been nursing on Jake himself and getting it right from the tap.

Or even have the gator man grab him and throw him up on the table.

Jake would then give him a good rimming.

Then grab his legs and aim that beautiful huge cock at his twitching hungry hole.

John would give him the nod and Jake would then push it in all the way in one slow plunge.

Both moaning right there, as his belly would then begin to fill up and bulge.

Then he realized that it just wasn't the day dream and he really was being filled.

He felt a hand on a ass cheek and the other stroking his back.

The eyes were still there and all he could do was stare back into them and drool.

Whoever was fucking him knew exactly what they were doing and kept rubbing his prostate.

His belly also felt very full and round.

A familiar warmth was completely filling his body, as his belly gurgled.

Then the warmth completely filled his stomach and began traveling up to his throat.

John was beyond words of initially how unsettling and then how amazing that felt.

It felt like he had the impulse to throw up and yet it was mixed with the feeling of cumming.

He finally noticed his own cock wouldn't stop throbbing and was continuously leaking again.

Something warm was pooling where his belly touched the deck.

The smell of maple in the air was getting more potent.

His lungs was sucking in as much of that wonderful intoxicating scent as it could.

Then the warmth had finally reached the back of his throat, canceling his gag reflex.

It then rolled over his tongue and began running out his open mouth.

At this point his head was now sideways on the one cheek the syrup began pooling around.

John's hands were firmly gripping the edge of the deck.

His arms mustered leverage to keep his ass pushed firmly back against whoever was filling him.

He did not want that cock to leave his ass or the syrup to stop flowing into him.

This is where he belonged now. This is what he been wanting all day and finally got it.

The eyes then broke his gaze and disappeared under the water.

John blinked and then just let his mind go blank with lust and stared off into empty space.

He then heard a familiar voice whisper in his ear. It was Jack.

“How does it feel kid? Do you want more? Do you want us all to just use and fill you?"

A slight nod was all that could be managed in response.

“How is he doing?" Came the soft considerate voice of Tom.

“He is doing just fine and still breathing. I think he could use a pillow though."

Jack then got into a cross legged sitting position and cradled John's in his lap.

After a quick comfort check, he then leaned back a little to rest on his hands.

Although not planned, the sitting position put John's face right in front of Jacks hard cock.

John absentmindedly slowly began licking and coating it with the syrup coming out his mouth.

Tom was giving him hand rubs over his back and whispering words of encouragement.

“Mind if I have a turn now son?" Brian whispered in Tom's ear.

He nodded and let his dad get his cock maneuvered into place for the exchange.

John gurgled with lust, as the one cock slid all the way out and the new one slid all the way in.

Quiet sloppy squelching sounds accompanied the exchange and the three men chuckled.

Brian immediately let go a muffled moan and began filling John.

Tom scooted over next to Jack on his knees and sat down next to him.

A slight squelching sound was made, when his ass cheeks made contact.

They looked down and had to choke back a snicker.

The pool of syrup was now connecting Jack's legs with John's belly and knees.

There was also clear evidence it had spread outward and to where Tom was sitting as well.

Brian's contribution had increased the flow. It had nowhere to go but out and away from John.

“Good thing the deck wood is specially protected." Tom commented and smirked.

Tom made sure to keep one hand free of landing in the syrup.

He leaned over and exchanged a soft passionate kiss with Jack.

Both broke the kiss and just sat and watched Brian continue filling John.

The syrup pool itself had spread far enough to connect Jack and Tom's asses with Brian's feet.

“I think maybe the kid has had enough this session. Maybe next time he can get filled by three."

Jack and Tom nodded, silently agreeing with Brian.

Tom then reached into his pack with the syrup free hand and pulled out a butt plug.

Both leaned towards each other and exchanged a long passionate kiss.

Brian took the plug from Tom during the kiss.

“Thanks son." he said with a wicked grin, before pulling out quickly and shoving the plug in.

John's eyes briefly got a little big, from the sensation of the swap and gurgled some more.

At this point, Jack's whole cross legged lap was coated in syrup.

Brian and Tom then got up on their feet and did some quick stretches.

“So how exactly do we manage the cleanup this time?" Jack asked while looking up at them.

All three got distracted by the sound of a lot of water being displaced.

They looked towards the deck edge facing the pool and saw four massive clawed hands appear.

The hands then firmly gripped the deck and soon two massive alligator heads appeared.

Danny and Max remained in place and just rested their chests on the deck edge.

“The traditional yay oth course." They answered softly in unison.

“Just how long have you two been hovering under the tree and listening?" Jack asked.

“Long enouth to know you nade a dig ness." One of them quipped.

“Well might as well get the rest of your huge asses up on deck. Just give as moment to get John maneuvered into a different and more comfortable position, clear of the implied mess itself."

Both elder gators chuckled and gestured, with extended hand in unison, to proceed.

Brian and Tom gently got John rolled off Jack's lap and into a reclined sitting position, leaning back against Tom's legs. While Brian carefully helped get Jack up on his feet, without slipping and bringing them both down into the syrup mess again. Meanwhile both elder gators shifted further down and away along the deck edge, before getting the rest of their massive frames lifted onto the deck itself. They remained on their bellies and then kept themselves pressed together side by side, to adequately fit onto it. This was achieved by them letting their outside arm lay over the edge and grip the deck support vines, while keeping the inside arm folded under their chest. Then they used their impressive strength to simply drag themselves over the smooth treated deck surface, up to the syrup mess. With tongues more dexterous than the typical alligators, they extended them and began sharing in the cleanup. Both elder gators emitted soft rumbles of satisfaction, as they effectively licked up big swaths of the syrup in one tongue swipe at a time. The three standing party members were so engrossed with the display, they didn't even notice John was still with them, until he gurgled some more and finally spoke.

“That is so hot..." He gulps “...and intimidating at the same time." he whispered.

A hand is felt on his head and rubs through his syrup matted hair.

One of the elder gators stops and looks right at John. He gulps again.

“Such traise thron the new thuck toy."

Those amber eyes holds his gaze, as the same gator licks and inches closer to him.

Jack squats down and whispers into John's ear.

“Remember who these guys are. They won't harm you. Just relax and enjoy."

At this, the closer gator extends his tongue and begins cleaning the syrup off John's feet.

The other gator scoots back a little, before raising up onto his hands and feet.

“Who needs their ass cleaned thirst?" He asks.

Jack walks up to the elder gator, then stands and turns as directed, while he gets licked clean.

Meanwhile John's eyes remain locked with the other gator, as he proceeds to lick the legs clean.

“Fuck. That feels so good." He gasps.

The licking elder gator rumbles softly with approval, then moves up further.

John was torn between enjoying the amazing erotic tongue bath and fear of the teeth.

Tom squats down and helps John recline into a laying position. He sees the look of concern.

“I'll stay right here. Just relax and let him finish. He is not going to eat you."

A new and strange organic sound similar to the plant bud opening earlier is then heard.

Tom immediately snaps his fingers and keeps John's attention on his face.

“Not yet buddy. Can't show you everything. Your brain would get overwhelmed."

“But wha-..."

“Ssshhh." Tom bends down and kisses John's forehead. “Jack will show you later."

John then feels a familiar warmth engulf his cock and take all of it right down their throat. His first impulse was that he was about to be eaten, The second impulse was how great that felt and made him open his mouth to moan loudly. Tom was quick to cover his mouth and muffle it, that way they didn't disturb the other gators beyond the deck. John quickly realizes the mouth is human. The mouth then comes back off his cock.

“Mmm. Time to finish you off and get this drained." Danny says, while softly patting the belly.

The hand then starts to rub it, as the mouth returns and completely swallows the cock again.

Tom shifts his position to lay next to John on his side, then buries the man's face into his chest and hugs him, muffling the moans of pleasure. He then looks down and sees the eyes roll back briefly, then come back and stare off into empty space. The elder gator had begun the milking and draining. He feels a hand on his own cock and sees Danny giving it long soft strokes. The elder gator tilts his head and gives Tom a wink, before turning his attention back to draining the round belly of the syrup. Final confirmation of how much the man's body had already been changed, came when the belly began gurgling and very slowly deflate. The recently enhanced and enlarged orange size prostate inside John was doing it's job. The syrup was being pumped out of his system and through the cock Danny was nursing like a hungry cub. John just laid limp in Tom's hug and was soon no longer moaning. He kept staring into empty space and let his own mind go blank with the sensation of the continuous orgasm.

After Max had finished getting everyone else licked clean, he walked over to Danny and gave an affectionate nudge with his muzzle. John's belly had finally returned to its normal size, The man himself was asleep on the deck and snoring softly. Danny was just laying there on his belly and watching him. He gave Max a loving peck on the side of the muzzle just under the eye.

“I think he has had enough for one day Max. We will take him back home to rest and then the tour of the swamp can resume tomorrow, while he is doing more survey work with Jack."

Danny looks back over his shoulder and gets nods of approval from the rest.

“Alright then. Let's wrap this night up." He finishes.

The elder gator gets up on his feet and alters his human form to be nine foot tall. Then bends down and gently gets his arms under John's shoulders and thighs. While he effortlessly lifts the man up, Max reverts to same size human form and falls in behind Danny, as he begins carrying the man off the deck. The other three cluster together and follow Max, while handing the glow crystals back to Tom to be put back in his pack. Gators don't need them to see at night.

Faint signs of singing and accordion playing could be heard far ahead by the elder gators. Max grumbled with irritation and moved swiftly around Danny, before taking off ahead at a brisk walking pace. Everyone else just paused, stopped and waited for the expected result. Even at this distance, they all could hear Max throw something like a large rock and then the echo of it hitting wood.

Danny let his eyes go skyward and sighed heavily.

“When you happy little singing crickets up there are done making enough noise to wake the dead, how about you make yourselves useful and see to John's sleeping spot getting ready for him!"

“Whoa. John is already done for the night?"

“No, he plans on going for another solid twelve hours!" Max answered sarcastically.

“Of course he is done for the night!" Max added more irritated.

John stirred a little in Danny's arms, causing him to sigh again, before walking up to Max.

“Max!" He hissed at the other elder gator.

The gator sighed and spun around to meet Danny's pleading face.

He then slightly slumped, smiled and nodded.

The other three gators caught up, just as the lift platform had finished it's descent to the ground. Everyone kept the conversation soft and subdued, as they rode the platform back up to the village.

“So who is John sleeping with tonight?" Brian asked Jack.

“Considering how much syrup exposure he has had and the amount of information that will flood through his mind during the sleep, I think it is best he sleeps with me. That way he isn't sharing the space connected with anyone else and thus have even more new information for his limited mental capacity to deal with."

Jack immediately looked up towards the two elder gators and got nods of approval. Just as Max's head became visible, he immediately whipped around and made sure the happy singing trio was doing their job. Chester was waiting outside the sleeping space entrance. Jake and Craig were most likely inside, making sure everything was working properly. The moment the security clamps made the soft thumping sound, Chester looked their way and immediately came across the crosswalk. Max met him at the edge of the platform and pulled him aside for a quiet conversation, while Danny and John walked across to the prepared sleeping area. Brian and Tom joined the quiet conversation. Ben and Sam were out beyond the swamp on patrol for the night, along the Tech Dead Zone border.

“I didn't mean to be quite so harsh on you three just moments ago..." Max started.

“...It's alright. We probably did get a bit too noisy anyway." Chester interrupted politely.

Max sighed.

“I'm sure you three thought we wouldn't be back so soon. Neither did I, to be honest. John just happens to be very receptive to the influence of the swamp." Brian commented.

“Agreed. It would seem Jack's instincts were correct about him." Max added.

“It sure would be nice to finally have another. Been so many men before him that just didn't respond the same way. Don't get me wrong. I'm sure we all enjoy the benefit of having men frequently seek this place out and engage with its secrets, to satisfy their personal hidden desires. It's just that there have been so many in between Jack and John." Tom observed.

Max put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a reassuring shake, with a warm smile.

Danny finally joined the conversation, with Jake and Craig behind him.

“Everything okay with the sleeping spot? No problems?" Max asked the twins.

“The tree responded very positively to John's presence." Craig answered.

“John himself was barely disturbed, as it established it's connection with him." Jake added.

Max looked to Danny for confirmation. The elder gator smiled and nodded back to him.

“Alright then. My brother and I are returning back below and check up on the other two."

With that, the elder gators gave everyone hugs and walked towards the platform. Jack was seen finally emerging form the sleeping area, as he slipped though the organic door where it sealed closed. He looked back at it and had to chuckle at the thought that it really did look like an eye. Just made of plant tissue. He put his ear to the closed door and checked for the sound of the chamber inside filling with suspension fluid. A smile appeared on his face, when he heard nothing else.

Jack then walked to the others, then motioned for them to follow and join him at the table. Chester had a suspicion what this was about and made his way to the cooking pot, that was filled with slow boiling water. He grabbed a rather large kettle with a spigot and dunked it halfway into the water, while holding it with the back handle.

“You seem to have read my mind. Need a hand?" Jack asked while opening up a folded towel.

Chester smiled back and lifted the dripping kettle out and over the towel. Both walked the dripping kettle to it's companion stand on the table. Jake was waiting with the lid at the table, while his twin retrieved the ceramic tea mugs and tins of loose leaf tea. The village drank a lot of hot tea. Once all four had a full mug and made their tea selection, they sat near the middle of the table. Craig and Jake as usual were together and were sitting opposite of Chester and Jack. Honey was passed around and accepted warmly. Jack opened the conversation and began discussing the plans for the next day, with emphasis on keeping John focused on the work and give his system a little break.

John's thoroughly exhausted body floated lazily in the suspension fluid of the sleeping chamber, Craig and Jake specially adjusted it to facilitate effective recovery and rejuvenation. The suspension fluid itself is specially formulated to not over saturate skin with water exposure, while also providing a sufficiently oxygenated environment to facilitate both buoyancy and proper skin health. It also has a matching density to that of the syrup produced by the gators and select plants of the swamp. The density in of itself serves as a very effective sound neutralizing barrier, leaving the occupant free of sleep disruption through intrusive sounds outside the sleeping chamber. The man was kept loosely tethered in place by four tendrils gently maintaining a grip on his arms and legs. Additionally there were three tendrils attached to him, serving their own distinct and familiar purpose.

The first one was lodged inside his ass and served to keep his system sufficiently saturated with the syrup at balanced levels, while also maintaining sufficient stimulation to his prostate to facilitate the pumping action of the enhanced prostate itself. The second one was lodged in his mouth and dispensed savory syrup infuser, that mixed with and maintained the properties of the syrup being injected by the first tendril. The coating on this tendril served as both lubricant and gag reflex neutralizer. This allows the tendril to descend safely down the throat. Additionally this tendril was surrounded by a familiar flower like structure, that maintained a seal around the outside of his face and protected him from drowning in the suspension fluid around him. Fresh air, infused with relaxers and stimulants, is pumped directly into his lungs via twin tubes. One pumps in the fresh air. The other extracts the unwanted air. The third tendril was attached to his erect penis and served to facilitate the syrup flow throughout his system by being the exit point of the flow itself.

These sleeping chambers primary purpose is to facilitate the dreaming process and promote better flow of information through the brain, by absorbing and suspending most of the information retained from the day's experiences. The chamber organic memory cells hold this information. Leaving the mind free to articulate the available information more efficiently, resulting in more coherent and stable dreams. As the information is extracted and reintroduced to the body, it is also copied and archived by the chamber itself. This allows the sleeping chamber to adapt to the specific dreaming parameters and needs of its primary occupant. John himself was unaware of where he was sleeping, while his brain occasionally processed the body's sensations and incorporated them into his dream.

John was swimming underwater with a single Slate in his hand and tethered to his wrist with a strap. The only other equipment he had with him was the breather mask strapped to his face and the swimming flippers on his feet. The gentle soft rhythmic pressure of the attached breathing bladder at the back of his neck, was assurance the mask was functioning properly, along with the connecting side straps protecting his ears from being water logged. The water itself was pleasant enough and warmed from the heat of the sun overhead. He would occasionally pause at a specific plant and cue up it's information on the Slate. The lighting from the sun above was subdued enough to make the Slate images and text easily visible. Once he finished the assessment, he moved onto the next plant assigned on this survey. He was loving the feel of the water flow over his naked body and was grateful for the privacy that afforded him this occupational perk. The man then found his next destination and swam into an area with a lot less sunlight, but sufficiently illuminated by the glow of the water ferns that was on his survey list. John was doing a quick status check of theri growth rate and color, when his peripheral vision caught movement near him. It was quick and fluid. He initially got a bit nervous and then chuckled to himself, when the movement clarified into a large fish swimming by him.

Once the assessment was done, he decided to do an extended survey of the water ferns, gauging the growth and coverage over the floor of the isolated pool area. He allowed himself to drift back a bit and get a better view of the area. His peripheral vision caught that same movement again, eliciting another chuckle and head shake. He kept drifting and bobbing over the plants, noticing the lazy subtle motion was giving him an erection in the warm water. He would have to take care of that later.

Outside the sleeping chamber a single gator stood at it's entrance and waved good night to his friends sitting at the table, before putting his hand on an indentation to the side that looked like his own hand. A tiny part of the door parted in front of his chest at the middle, with a little fluid leaking out, as a large basketball size bud attached to a very thick tendril emerged and slowly moved around seeking something. Jack opened his muzzle and exhaled towards the bud. It stopped the wandering motion and came right for his face. Once it bumped the tip of his muzzle, the bud immediately broke open and very thick pink flower petals extended outwards.

As it knew exactly what it was dealing with, the middle part that normally had a phallus shaped appendage displayed a squat oval like armored protrusion. This part extended outwards towards his muzzle, as the flower moved forward slowly and Jack opened up wider to let the protrusion inside. It began shaping and conforming to the outline of his teeth, as it went in half way and split at the bottom for freedom of tongue movement. He then felt the expected phallic appendage extend inside and then slide across his tongue, while the petals of the flower closed around and uniformly sealed around his head. Two expected tendrils extended up his nasal cavity and then down his air way to do their job.

The flower then began to softly tug on his head and he felt for the door itself, then the opening where the tendril was at. He gently moved his hands around the tendril and poked his fingers inside to get a grip. The back of the flower soon made contact with his hands and began pulling on him faster. The organic lips of the door was now felt sliding past his neck and making contact with his shoulders, as he got all of his arms plunged into the warm suspension fluid inside. He could feel the lips now sliding down over his torso and to his waste, motivating him to place his hands on the interior side of the door and pull himself the rest of the way in. He felt his legs, feet and then his tail slide inside the chamber and began feeling around for John. His hands made contact with the shoulders and began moving himself into position behind the man. Then he felt below for the tendril lodged in the ass, before gently gripping it and pulling it out, before directing it to his on anal hole beyond his crotch slit.

Jack rumbled with satisfaction and then maneuvered himself to line up his slit with John's ass, before relaxing and extending his cock forward between the cheeks, towards the opening of their warm destination. He hugged his friend tightly but gently, while rubbing his hands over the bulging belly. The tendril embedded in his ass began throbbing against his prostate, stimulating him to penetrate and extend his cock up the man's anal cavity. He then just floated there, letting that special part of his cock extend and make contact with John's prostate, while making a few thrusts. Once he felt that special part make full contact with the man's prostate, he stopped thrusting and just let the syrup begin flowing out of him, while stimulating that prostate in a way only a gator could do with a man.

Back in the dream.

John felt two very large clawed hands grip his shoulders and saw a equally large muzzle with spaced serrated teeth come into view to one side, as he felt the bottom of the jaw make contact with his shoulder and then move up to the top of his head. There was no doubt this was an alligator or crocodile. He had no idea what to do, but simply remain still and float. Then he felt the sensation of slick firm skin making contact with his arms and back, followed by the hands sliding down to his belly and then large muscled leathery skinned arms pinning his own arms to the sides. The skin then made contact with his ass and thighs. The surrounding grip of the big arms tightened a bit, as his brain registered the sensation of something blunt sliding between his ass cheeks and poking at his rear entrance. John had the impulse to gulp and inhale, but new better to do so underwater. Then the blunt tip slid inside him, with a brief moment of discomfort over its large size, then slowly make it's way into his anal cavity. The overall shape of it was slightly curved, allowing it to slide with very little resistance. He also noticed the presence of a slightly point tip that seemed to be in an odd place.

He then felt the creature begin thrusting inside him. This would have normally alarmed him and mentally registered as rape. But for some reason, he was not reacting this way and was allowing himself to actually enjoy the sex with the creature. Yes. He wanted this.

The thrusting then began to slow down as the odd pointed part began extending and bending, while starting to throb right against his prostate. It now felt like an actual finger and seemed to move subtly like one, stroking and stimulating his prostate. Then he felt an intense warmth begin filling him and expand upwards through his belly. This creature was cumming and unloading more inside him than he had experienced before. The warmth would not stop expanding and soon was flowing through his entire body. The overall feeling completely consumed all conscious thought and soon John gave himself completely to the lust his mind was drowning in and to whatever this creature wanted to do with him. He now belonged to the cock inside him and was the gator's fuck toy.

Images and memories than began flashing through his mind. First they were fragments and moments of sexual bliss much like this. The fragments then assembled and he was mentally reliving entire experiences. He then realized he had experiences before much like this one. He had not been fucked by a gator before, but he was remembering moments of being filled this much. So much that it made his belly bulge and become round with it's presence. He remembered it flowing through his whole system, leaving him craving more and desiring it to fill him so much it would come out his mouth and cock. Then it did, at the moment he have his orgasm. The intensity threatening to drown his mind in unrestrained lust and he let it happen. All the glorious feelings and sensations his body was exposed to and the mind shattering experience of having an orgasm that would not stop.

Jack only thrust a few times, to get his cock stimulated enough to make that special finger like part fully extend and begin subtly rubbing and throbbing against John's beautiful enhanced bigger prostate. The feeling of that sensitive part rubbing against a pulsing prostate never gets old for a gator and always guarantees optimum syrup flow from them. He kept his close friend cradled in his loving embrace, while rubbing the expanding bulging round belly. His part in this moment had now been played and he welcomed the reward of sleep, as he allowed himself to drift off into unconsciousness.

Back in the dream, John found himself having occasional moments of coherent thought and had very little desire to want anything more than to ride the wave of positive emotions connecting with this experience. During one of the coherent moments, his eyes caught signs of more movement in the distance. As it drew closer and clarified into actual shapes, the shadowy outline of more gators manifested. When they swam closer, it became obvious they were the same type as the one currently inside him and filling him to nearly overflowing capacity. Before he began loosing this moment of coherent thinking, he became aware the sensation of warm syrup traveling up his throat and beginning to flow over his tongue. In reflex to this sensation, he acquired the mental impulse to throw up, while his body reacted as if it was an orgasm. This canceled out the previous mental impulse and then found his whole body react as if it was his own throbbing cock. At this point, the gator behind him was content to let go of the hug and simply hold onto him at the hips, as his overfilled body bobbed and his limbs drifted lazily in the water around him. The syrup began flowing freely out of his mouth and throbbing cock. He barely noticed the other gators drifting into close proximity and began sensually rubbing his body all over with their hands.

John's next moment of coherent thinking had him drifting a bit in the water with no cock inside him, while feeling two pairs of hands gripping his arms and legs. Then the tugging situation as one pair of hands moved him through the water, while the other pair let him go. The sensation of the leathery skin against his back returned, along with the cock and curious erotic finger finding their way back into his gaping hole. The gator that had been filling him floated in front and he finally got to see what these creatures had for cocks, slowly retracting back inside his crotch through a slit. Although the pink color made sense, the shape was so alien to a mind used to seeing just human cocks. The head looked just like a tulip blossom, but blunt and sturdy looking, with no pointed tip at the upper curve. Extending from the split opening was what he felt twitching and massaging his prostate before and felt on his prostate now. It looked like a featureless pink finger that extended out and curled a little under the cock.

The coherent thinking swiftly left his mind as the syrup flow through his system resumed and he was once again a gator fuck toy, ejecting excess syrup out his mouth and cock. John lost count of how many times this process was repeated or just how many gators there were around him. Much less how many times he had been taken off one cock and then put on another, to repeat the overfilling cycle. Time lost all meaning, as he had long forgot about why he was even at this place. The cycle of being passed around as a gator fuck toy did finally end and the gators all left him alone to drift in the water, bloated with syrup leaking out of all three exit points on his body. Coherent thinking returned once more and his mind slowly began gaining real clarity again, as his stomach finally began deflating and gurgling with approval of the sexual usage finally ending. He allowed himself the happy bliss of slowly drifting and spinning. His eyes then caught movement in the distance again. John groaned and his belly gurgled at the thought of being visited and used by another group of gators. This movement was different though and took on a form that progressively got bigger and bigger while still in shadow form. His mind went wild with the thought of a single and possibly much bigger gator using him the same way. He found himself for the first time in his life not looking forward to more sex. The shape then got even bigger and clarified.

This gator was not like the others and looked just like a normal alligator. Now he was getting concerned about his own safety, as this gator drew closer and looked to be big enough to fit all of him inside it's mouth. He wanted to scream, but his body was still ejecting syrup out of his mouth and all he managed to do was eject a large glob of it directly towards the approaching monster gator. It opened it's mouth slightly and let the glob drift inside before closing it again. The huge alligator then veered to the side and began slowly circling around him. This alligator was nearly the size of a house and more lean in the body overall, with legs that were a bit longer than that of a normal alligator. There were also two rows of very pronounced ridges running from its head to the tip of the tail, being the most pronounced along the back and looking like mini fins. It finally stopped circling and then drifted close enough to touch, while looking him right in the eyes with a single amber eye. A soft low rumble was then heard and felt in the water, before it began drifting away and then proceed to slowly swim off into the distance. John was having trouble finding words to use for what he just experienced with that huge creature. Looking into that eye somehow made his fear disappear and left him feeling calm. He let himself just simply drift and bob in the warm water, as his belly finally returned to normal size and natural buoyancy began to slowly bring him up to the surface. John closed his eyes and began the process of collecting thoughts on this entire experience. The moment his face and body front broke the surface, he opened his eyes again and had all of his vision flooded with light.

“Hey John. Universe calling John." Came a soft familiar voice and tone.

Water. He could feel water under him, but not on top. His back was definitely touching it. The ass and feet were definitely submerged in it. There was also a warm hairy presence felt behind his shoulders and on the back of his thighs. Someone was holding him up. There was also the warm presence of a man's peck against his face. The nipple pressed against his cheek gave that away. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a familiar face floating into view at a tilted angle.

“There is our boy." Jack said and smiled at him.

John could see beyond Jack's head sign of a large hairy bicep. Someone very large and strong was holding him. He looked up and saw that it was one of the two elder gators. It was either Max or Danny. He felt as small as a child in this man's arms. How was this possible? Maybe he wasn't fully awake yet. The water under him then quickly disappeared, as the subtle thumping sensation of this man walking was felt through the arms. He turned his head to the side and looked ahead to where they were going. A somewhat familiar tree form, laying on its side and bridging the waterway, was seen with a large attached deck on top. Everyone from the village appeared to be there, with two reaching out towards him as he got close enough to be touched. It was Ben and Sam, helping him get on his feet and then sitting down with him on the deck. Everyone else remained standing and gathered around him.

He briefly looked beyond the group and noticed the other elder gator standing behind them and easily visible with his greater height and size. He was certain they were normal size in human form, the last time he saw them. Soon his brother was next to him and Jack appeared with a huge bath towel, while he politely made his way between Craig and Jake and then sat next to John, giving him a big hug through the offered towel draped across his back.

“So how did you sleep?" Jack asked him.

“Fuck. I'm not sure how to put that into words. Great... I guess?" John answered.

Chuckles echoed through the group.

“I think I'm hungry though." He observed.

“Well, as your nose wakes up, it will be telling you Chester thought ahead to that."

John looked at Jack again and smiled, before finally giving him a hug back, then held on.

“I actually have a lot of things I want to say. So many more questions now."

“We will do what we can to give you answers buddy."

“I know something is happening. I know something is changing inside me."

“I know." Jack replies with pats on the back.

“I really need you to help me with understanding this... thing that is now happening to me."

“We all plan on helping you. All of us have been through this and always helped the new ones."

John finally broke the hug and pulled back a bit, with Jack's hands softly gripping his shoulders.

“So does this mean that eventually I will become just like you guys?" John asked.

“That is an answer that is best answered later over breakfast." Jack answered.

John just nodded and then began picking himself back up onto his feet.

Jack helped with this and then walked by John's side, off the deck and towards the village.

The swamp tree canopy overhead was breaking up the morning sunlight into various visible light beams cutting through the air and making light mist rise from the ground where it touched. So many smells were becoming noticeable and awakened by the heated energy of the light. He could hear the heavier footfalls of the elder gators right behind him and Jack. He was still not sure what to think about them. They didn't have the profound presence as that huge prehistoric looking gator in his dream, but they had noticeable presence just the same. John simply leaned his head against Jack's shoulder and was comforted with an extended arm, as they walked up the path towards the platform lift to the village above and to the sound of someone humming an old Cajun tune, echoing around everyone's head.

E P I L O G U E

John finally got treated to something he never experienced in the city, when it came to the breakfast served up by Chester. It wasn't exactly like what he was familiar with to eat at this time of day, but it is what they ate. The grits was somewhat familiar, but smoother than the oatmeal he always warmed in a microwave oven. Having Chicken so soon in the day would take getting used to as well. Additionally there was the expected eggs, along with both waffles and pancakes. He immediately noticed the available warmed syrup at the table was clear and had to ask. None of the village gators denied it and all said they contributed to what was used on the food. Brief laughter circulated around the table and He laughed along with them. The fruit juice served up was of an exotic blend new to him. Chester promised to show him later how it was made. John also took note of a village feature hidden by the dark of the previous night. Beyond its own primary support trees, there were trees absent on the east side where the table was setting. Giving everyone sitting at it access to a clean view of the island, where this all started the previous day across the water. The conversation was kept casual and sex free, as discussion of the survey work was passed around between bites of food and occasionally during bites of food. Desert was nothing fancy and served up as a sliced fruit plate, that was passed around by everyone sitting on the floor at the edge of the east side, while admiring the beautiful morning view of the swamp. John could really get used to living like this, once it was his time to leave the city.