{"sf1_id":1816419,"sf2_id":"pnGV2kXm","title":"Croc Shock (GOO GATOR TFTG)","author":"Nequ","words":3496,"posted_at":"2022-02-05T13:11:00.000Z","tags":["Alligator","Big Boobs","Big Tits","Busty","Cartoon","Cartoony","Crocodile","Goo","Hermaphrodite","Hotel","Humor","Naked","No-Yiff","Public","Reptile","Second Person","Slime","Transformation","Transgender","surreal","toon"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1816419-croc-shock-goo-gator-tftg","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnGV2kXm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/87/fc/87fc7f15-30ce-4a26-bc13-ca4bf0d44ae6","description":"Air travel sucks. Sometimes being on the ground isn't much better.","content":"\"Why are you in my swamp?\"\n\n**-Po, \"How to Raise Your Dragon\" (2001)**\n\n* * *\n\nYou have not had a cigarette in 12 hours.\n\nYou could have had one before you left home. But no, you didn't want to get into the cab smelling like smoke.\n\n(Those rideshare guys had enough problems already.)\n\nAnd you could have stepped into the smoking area at the airport, if the caB hadn't run into morning traffic, forcing you to run for the check-in desk, and then security.\n\nAnd that's when you learned your airport didn't have any smoking areas once you were past the metal detectors.\n\nYour connecting airport was the same. Which meant you could eat lunch, or exit, smoke, and have to go through security again. You chose lunch.\n\nTurned out the second flight had lunch.\n\nWhen you got to New Orleans, you decided to just head straight to your hotel. Which _wasn't_ your hotel. Overbooked. They transferred your reservation to a sister establishment. Even paid for the cab.\n\nAnd when you finally got to the new joint, you had to wait in line behind a family that was arguing with the desk clerk -- and each other -- about who used more of the minibar, and some guy who must have had beans the night before.\n\nThe hotel has a great view, if you really, really liked swamps. But it also has a dock, so when you stomp out to the gazebo at the end, you are very grateful for the privacy.\n\nIt's a nice gazebo, as gazebos go. People probably take wedding photos there. Not that you care.\n\nYou only care about one thing.\n\nWhen you pull out the pack and the matches and take your first drag, your hands barely shake at all.\n\nFunny. You _just_ noticed you had a headache. And your jaw hurts - were you grinding your teeth?\n\nIt's like drinking water and realizing how thirsty you really were, all along.\n\nAfter about half the cigarette's gone, you look at it. You're _definitely_gonna quit. This time for good. Just like the other times.\n\nBut until that day, two.\n\nTwo cigs. Just two.\n\nYou stare out into the swamp as twilight draws in. Flip your first smoke out, watch the amber end spiral down into the green water. You can almost hear the hiss. Or you think you can, anyway.\n\nIt floats there for a few seconds.\n\nThen the water bubbles.\n\nYour first thought is that you hit a pocket of swamp gas. Your second thought is that maybe you should duck and cover. And while you're still stepping back from the rail, something else happens.\n\nThe water rises.\n\nNot all over. It's not time to grab your waders and run for the stadium. Just in a single area. Two small areas, right next to the spot where your cigarette is. Like little peaks.\n\nLittle red peaks.\n\nYou're pretty sure water isn't supposed to be red, generally speaking.\n\nThe two red peaks keep rising. You squint. They look familiar. Like...like a bow. That's clearly a bow. Was someone swimming there?\n\nThe answer, as it happens, is 'yes'.\n\nFor certain definitions of 'someone'.\n\nThe head wearing the bow isn't human. It's not even mammal. It looks like a crocodile. Or alligator. Or caiman. Maybe you should've paid more attention in Bio class.\n\nThough the specifics probably don't matter.\n\nShould you run? Can it climb up? Would it leave you alone?\n\nAnd why does it look so strange? Why does the light do that to it?\n\nWhy does it have big round eyes?\n\nAnd why the bow?\n\nThe head clears the water.\n\nShe - unless it's a male gator who wanted to look pretty - looks around, sees you staring over the railing, with your jaw swinging low.\n\n\"Evening, honeh!\" she says.\n\nH-hi?\n\n\"I'm Alli!\"\n\nThat's nice?\n\n\"Allie Gator!\"\n\n...Of course she is.\n\nShe keeps rising, until you can see her very, very human-ish shoulders. Like she's some kind of weird mascot. What is she standing on? Is there some platform under the water?\n\nIs this a trick? Who would go through this much trouble to mess with you?\n\nYou look up at the gazebo ceiling. No hidden cameras. Well, you assume. It's dark up th-\n\nThe lights come on.\n\nYou thank whoever installed the timer.\n\nNo cameras.\n\nDown below, Allie is up to her ankles.\n\n\"Mind if ah come up?\"\n\n...Come up?\n\n\"Thanks!\"\n\nNo, that's not what you-\n\nShe reaches out with her right arm. It's way too short to reach. Until it stretches, and stretches, and her pudgy little fist wraps around the railing.\n\nYou step back.\n\nHer second arm follows the first, and then she follows both arms. With her bulk, she's not exactly nimble. It takes her a while to climb over. When she finally lands - and makes the whole gazebo shake - she breathes heavily, hunches over, holds up a finger.\n\n\"Hold on...honeh...ah need a minute!\"\n\nShe's not standing up straight, but you can tell there's something off about her texture. There isn't enough of it for a real gator. It's simplified. She doesn't seem solid, like she's made of thick, green swampwater. Thick tail, chubby arms and legs, flat chest - relatively speaking - but between that voice and that bow, she's definitely female.\n\nAll in all, she's shaped a stereotypical gator. Like a mascot, or a sports team's logo.\n\nOr...a cartoon.\n\nYou look at the unlit cig in your hand, and the pack in the other. _Definitely_ need to quit.\n\n\"What...was that...sweetie?\"\n\nYou said, she can take her time.\n\n\"Thank you!\"\n\nHer breathing slows down, and she straightens up. There's something in her. Maybe branches or sticks.\n\nIs she hanging around this gazebo for fun, or for something in particular?\n\n\"No, sugah, I'm here for you.\"\n\nYour eyebrows go up.\n\n\"I'm here to offer you the opportunity of a lifetime!\" the hallucination says.\n\nAnd what opportunity would that be?\n\n\"A whole new life!\"\n\nHow?\n\n\"By ending your old life!\"\n\nYou look at her, and then you look at the hotel. You could reach the back doors in less than a minute--\n\n\"Not like that, honeh! Let me tell you a story. Ah was just sittin' around, fishin'-\"\n\nCouldn't she just swim and catch fish?\n\n\"Ah wasn't a gator yet. And hush. When ah was in my borin' ol' human body, ah was sitting around with my rod in my hands--\"\n\nYou manage not to snicker.\n\n\"--when something comes out of the water, just like ah did now. Make me an offer, just like ah did now.\"\n\nDid she accept?\n\n\"Not at first.\" Her eyes narrow, like she's remembering something. \"Honestly, ah seem to recall a certain amount of running and screaming. Didn't get away, though.\"\n\nThat's right, you saw it on TV or something. Alligators are faster than humans on land. Or was it crocodiles? Of course, she's not a normal either-of-those.\n\nWhat happened next?\n\n\"More screaming. And it put me in this. This--\" She raises her arms. \"--this new look, new life. I'm afraid the _precise_ details elude me.\"\n\nWith her arms in that position, the light hits them differently. And you see, for the first time, that it's not a stick in there.\n\nIt's an arm.\n\nIt's a human arm.\n\nLike she's a person in a gator suit.\n\nA person who should be drowning.\n\nAs if the arms weren't impossible enough.\n\nYour throat is dry all of a sudden. You swallow, hard.\n\nWho...who was she before? When she was out there fishing?\n\nHer eyes go distant again. \"Y'know, ah can't rightly recall!\"\n\nNot even her name?\n\nShe shrugs. \"Reckon it must not have been important.\"\n\nYou nod, slowly.\n\nCan she tell you more about the benefits?\n\n\"Well, there's-\"\n\nYou break for the hotel.\n\nJust as you clear the entrance to the gazebo, Allie says \"Well, first of all, I'm amphibious--\"\n\nA few steps up the dock, you risk a look over your shoulder. She's not even chasing after you. Just standing there, looking like a cartoon.\n\nLike a cartoon.\n\nHow do chases go in cartoons?\n\nYou stop yourself without any conscious thought, just in time to avoid crashing into Allie, dead ahead of you.\n\n\"--means ah can live in the swamp. No rent, no mortgage, no credit score required--\"\n\nOkay, that sounds pretty good, but--\n\nHer arms close in on you, and you duck, spin around her, and keep heading toward the hotel.\n\n...The dock wasn't this long on the way in.\n\nYou look back again. She's right where you left her, not in the gazebo. And now she is chasing you. Why is she walking?\n\nThere's an outhouse coming up. Door's open. You dart inside, slam the door behind you, and remember that there was no outhouse on your way in and also _why would a fancy hotel have an outhouse anyway?_ In case someone couldn't hold it in for a whole three minutes?\n\n\"--and ah can bend the laws of space, time, and logic to my will!\"\n\nAllie's heavy footsteps vibrate through the wood you're standing on. She comes into view through the crescent moon in the door, and looks in at you.\n\n\"'Course, ah can only do it when it's ironic. And not in the 'thousand spoons' way.\"\n\nYou step back from the door.\n\nAnd, for lack of better options, slide the bolt over.\n\n\"Hey, ah forgot to ask you somethin'.\"\n\nWhat?\n\n\"Can you swim?\"\n\n...Swim?\n\nThe outhouse has nothing but a hole in the floor. Not even any magazines. Not even any smell. And most importantly, no signal for your phone.\n\nIn the corner, it says your carrier is G-Mobile.\n\nWhy did she say swim? The only water around here is her. And the swamp.\n\nYou shine your phone's flashlight down the hole.\n\nThe water's rising.\n\nThat's...probably a bad thing.\n\nAllie pipes up. \"Way ah see it, honeh, you got two options. Come outside and have a chat-\"\n\nFat chance.\n\n\"-or, y'know, not. Your choice.\"\n\nThe water reaches the rim of the hole and spills over, toward the floor. And starts to puddle, like a shower stall after your roommate's shedding clogged the drain.\n\nThere's a second - a half-second - where you worry about your shoes. That second is somewhere in several more seconds, as you basically jump up to the ledge, next to the outhouse hole.\n\nIt's hard to get stable.\n\nIt's the water's fault.\n\nNot because the ledge is wet - though it is - but because there's something wrong with your feet.\n\nYou seem to have spares.\n\nInvisible spares, fitted over your actual feet like some weird mascot costume. All you can see is water pooling at the bottom.\n\nWhat?\n\nYou lift a foot, and when you tilt it, the water runs down. _Exactly_ like an invisible mascot costume. And if you swirl it around, you can get an idea of the shape-\n\nWater on your other ankle.\n\nAfter you almost try to bring both feet up at the same time - which wouldn't be very effective, considering that you haven't discovered the secrets of levitation - you put one leg down and bring up your second foot.\n\nDefinitely a mascot costume. It's hard to tell in the dimness, but - it even has cute little claws.\n\nWater's up your calf, almost to your thigh. You're pretty sure your shoes are ruined now. And your pants. Your feet - your one foot - doesn't feel like it's actually touching the ground.\n\nWell, screw that noise.\n\nIt's a little hard to lean for the door without falling over, but you make sure the bolt's open, and shove. The door doesn't get far, but you can see a sliver of twilight through the crack.\n\nYou look down.\n\nWhy isn't the water flowing out?\n\n\"Ah, ah, ah!\"\n\nSomething slams into the door, knocks you back, nearly makes you slip off the ledge. As it is, you end up wet to the hips before you manage to stabilize yourself.\n\n\"It's rude to leave without permission, sugah! Didn't your momma teach you any manners?\"\n\nYou don't answer, because you just noticed something. You just noticed how the water forms a curve up your front. You can't get your legs very high out the water, but - yep, chubby mascot legs. Great. Perfect.\n\nYou look over your shoulder, and lean forward a little.\n\nYep, that's a tail. Bent and crooked. Very marketable, very family-friendly. Squished against the walls.\n\nYou lean back, into the corner, and close your eyes to think. And just before you do, you notice something.\n\nA gigantic water-dick.\n\nOh, she has _got_ to be-!\n\nA snicker from outside.\n\nIt even bounces.\n\nStill too dark to see the exact details, but you can tell it ain't exactly human-shaped.\n\nWhy didn't _she_ have one?\n\n\"Did you say something, sweetie? Ah didn't catch that.\"\n\nYou don't answer.\n\nIt's almost up to your elbows. You raise your arms, like you're wading through deep water. Or someone who got pushed into a pool. It's getting darker and darker outside.\n\nOh, right.\n\nSomehow, you manage to get your phone's flashlight pointed in the right direction without dropping it. Funny how you can still touch your phone with your real hands, but not the shed. Maybe because Allie made the shed? Or...transported it from someplace else? Is there someone, somewhere, who just realized their outhouse is missing?\n\nHopefully they weren't using it at the time.\n\nThe flashlight shows you the water, and nothing else. You can't even tell the difference between the swamp water and your water suit, unless you lift them out of the water.\n\nBut you _can_ see your matches floating out of your coat pocket.\n\nFunny. You came out here for fire and air, and you're stuck in water and wood. Almost poetic. Does that count as irony?\n\nThere's enough cracks between the boards to see starlight. It _can't_ hold any water. Not in any logical universe.\n\nBut clearly logic is out to lunch.\n\nAs the water fills your - _the_ new chest, the weight pulls you forward. You brace your arms against the door, realize your actual hands aren't touching the door, and push yourself back up. There's a little water at the bottom of the arm-shape. It moves when you jiggle.\n\nAnd more importantly, the shape has boobs. Big boobs, too. They're not all filled in yet, but you can get an idea of the shape. Especially when you reach up and caress the...nothing. With the other nothing.\n\nIt feels like you're trying to hold a water balloon through an astronaut glove. Or maybe one of those old-school dive suits with the porthole.\n\nBy the time it hits your shoulders, you've braced your back against the back wall, and kicked at the door a few times. It moves like there's something soft and springy and gator-shaped on the other side. And frankly, it's hard for you to get a good brace when your actual back can't touch the wall, just the\n\n(croc)\n\nwater-shape, which is _also_ soft and springy.\n\nThere's a tense point between your eyebrows, across your forehead.\n\nYou slip down the wall a little. Nearly fall off the ledge. Which would put your head under, whether you fell into the hole or not.\n\nOne last kick at the door. Mostly out of spite. The way it bounces off Allie seems almost smug, somehow.\n\n\"Enjoyin' yourself, honeh?\"\n\nThis isn't even the worst time you've had in a bathroom.\n\n\"I'm waitin' if you want to come out!\"\n\nWater's almost to your neck.\n\nYou're going to die, aren't you?\n\nEither the water kills you, or you become someone else. Some_thing_ else. Something green that lived in a swamp and acted like a joke.\n\nMaybe it would have a catchphrase.\n\nSomething hot rises in your chest, and you grit your teeth hard enough to _hurt_.\n\nYou can't drown. You _won't_. Not that easily.\n\nYou lean closer to the door. To the crescent moon cut out of it, just like the old cartoons. Put your lips to it, and take a deep breath of pure, clean, air - relatively speaking - as the water hits your chin.\n\nAnd as a shadow darkens the opening, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.\n\n\"Pucker up, sugah!\"\n\n_No!_\n\nAllie's lips envelop half your face and you try to brace against the far wall and push the door open but your\n\n(chubby croc)\n\nfeet can't find purchase on the far wall and the water hits your ears and trickles into your brain and your croc snout erupts and pushes Allie back-\n\n-Q-\n\nAllie smiled, stepped back from the door of the outhouse, and waited.\n\nThere was a noise that sounded a lot like someone pulling back a lock, and then the door swung open, on account of being full of water.\n\nAnd one other thing.\n\nA big, watery reptile also fell out, landed on its face, and slid comically across the dock.\n\nThe new reptile was a different shade of green from Allie, and when Allie pulled her up, the new one didn't seem to know what to do with her body. Despite the massive croc-cock and chest.\n\nAli dusted the new reptile off. \"How y'feelin', sis?\"\n\nThe new reptile adjusted her glasses. \"Er, what?\"\n\nAli straightened the croc's plaid bow tie. \"You were in there forever! Ah thought you'd never come out!\"\n\nThe crocodile looked over her shoulder. \"I suppose. I...hope I didn't keep you waiting long?\"\n\n\"Oh, honeh, that weren't nothin'.\" Allie gazed at her sister's chest. \"Say, mind if ah borrow those?\"\n\n\"What? Oh, I see. I don't have the patent on them, I suppose.\" And the gator laughed a dorky, snuffling laugh.\n\n\"Thank you!\" Allie took a deep breath, put a thumb in her mouth, and blew so hard her feet left the ground and her tail stuck out and two breasts popped into existence on her chest.\n\nThey may, perhaps, have been slightly larger than the croc's.\n\nShe she floated down to the ground, the croc adjusted her thick, black-framed glasses and said \"Er, now what?\"\n\n\"Well, Slop, there's a whole hotel right there. It would only be polite to introduce ourselves. Maybe get a little room service. And--\" Allie ran a tongue over her lips. \"-_tip_ the bellhop.\"\n\n\"Maybe it would,\" Slop said. \"Wait, 'Slop'?\"\n\n\"Slop? Slop O'Dile? Your name?\"\n\nO'Dile immediately started to drip. \"I suppose\"\n\n\"Maybe you were in there a little too long. Got dehydrated.\" Allie slapped O'Dile on the back. \"Now, let's go make a few more sales.\"\n\nO'Dile looked at the hotel, and started walking. She looked thoughtful.\n\nBehind the two reptiles, the gazebo stood empty and silent.\n\nEmpty, that is, except for a pack of cigarettes, and a dropped, unlit cigarette leaning on it.\n\nAllie followed O'Dile. \"What's wrong, honeh?\"\n\nO'Dile looked around, but kept walking. \"It's just...I feel like I'm forgetting something.\"\n\n\"Forgettin' something?\"\n\nAs the gator and the croc walked away, their heavy steps made the dock shake. The forgotten pack shook, and jolted the cigarette, millimeter by millimeter, to the side.\n\nUntil the tip fell off the box, and the entire cigarette rolled toward a crack between the planks. Fell through, tumbled down into the water.\n\nFurther up the dock, Allie said \"Well, if you can't remember, it must not have been important.\"\n\nO'Dile nodded slowly, just as she reached the steps up to the hotel's back patio. \"I suppose you're right.\"\n\nAnd the cigarette floated away.\n\nENDF\n\n## \"Croc Shock\"\n\n2021 Nequ\n\nCC-By-SA 3.0\n\nFanart and fan stories welcome. Please contact me when you do.\n\n* * *\n\n**Similar stories of mine** :\n\n[Squishdragons (hypno goo dragon tftg)](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1595340)  \n-[Ouroboros (surreal time loop tftg)](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1473530)  \n-[Hot Spot](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1178240)\n* * *\n\n- Inspiration for Allie: Blanche Devereaux (Golden Girls), Dingodile (Crash 4).\n- Inspiration for O'Dile: Steve Urkel (Family Matters), Bentley (Sly Cooper).\n- Inspiration for setting: Dingodile levels (Crash 4).\n- Inspiration for thumbnail: Those shadow levels in Donkey Kong Country Returns and Tropical Freeze, the old Sawgrass Mills mall logo.\n- Inspiration for title: Archie Comics.\n\n* * *\n\nYou might think that using second person, present tense for most of the story was to create a feeling of disassociation and surreality and unfamiliarity, because few stories use either of those. And when it shifts back to third person past tense in the ending - which is much more conventional storytelling - that indicates a new normal, a new status quo.\n\nBut honestly? I just wanted to challenge myself, and had fun, and realized how it was coming out, and then I kinda just leaned into it. If you've read Magical Girl Noir Quest, you might recognize the style.\n\nI also forgot to specify why the protagonist was in N'Awlins. I was _thinking_ \"business trip\", but I think it works just as well if its ambiguous. Makes it easier for you to project onto them.\n\nAlso, it seems the seriousness of my commentary is inversely proportional to the seriousness of the story.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}