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NATURE CALLS: JOHN'S TRANSFORMATION

One of the most compelling words ever created in the English language, is the word Transformation. The simplest definition has to do with the process of a given thing or person experiencing a moment of profound transition, that requires them to change a fundamental part of their existence. If successful, this fundamental change insures the continued existence of this thing or person. When it comes to living things, transformation can be a manifestation within the mind or with the body itself. What makes this word historically so compelling is the existence of two very well known examples of physical transformation. One of these is the developmental phases of insects, we are all taught about in schools via butterflies. The other is the stuff of myth and legend. When a person themselves physically transforms and becomes something else other than human. John will soon be having one such experience for the very first time.

The moment John surrendered himself to the temporary reality of being used as a power source for a living machine, via a rather sexually orientated interface process, he also found himself slipping into unconsciousness. A mere moment later, he had awareness again and he found himself experiencing what one would call a very vivid dream. Not only this, but it seemed like he was somehow reliving someone's memory. It felt like something he should remember, but there was no familiarity. He had an experience like this not too long ago. Ah yes. The vivid dream where he was a Minotaur, filling a willing happy man with syrup until his belly was round. He found himself standing in a familiar environment dominated by thick fog. There was a very potent alluring smell in the air, that made his cock hard and drip with sexual anticipation. Upon lifting his arms, he got clear confirmation he was in someone else body and most definitely reliving their memory. He knew this place too and had been here before himself. Not just the person who created this memory, but John himself had been here before. As if the bigger beefier arms and the overall bigger feel of his body wasn't enough of a hint he was someone else, his cock throbbed again and motivated him to look down. He was... quite big. Not just big like the gators. Milker man big, like Charlie. How was this even possible. He didn't recall connecting with any of the plants, within the hidden depths of that impossibly thick fog area. The big cock throbbed again and sabotaged his line of thinking, giving him very narrow focus.

“Hey Charlie, wait up. We did agree to do this together today." Came a voice form behind him.

“Ha. As if together really means anything, once we are down below and getting passed around, as one plant after another uses us." John found himself saying.

He then turned around and met smiles with another equally built man. The man approaching in the fog was very familiar to the creator of the memory. A strong emotional fondness.

“True, but it still means a little something to me. You will understand after you share this experience with your own son Pete." The other man approached and gave him a big hug.

“I will take your word for it dad." Did he just say Dad?

“How about you take more than my word and help us make some noise to get the attention of those plants below." The older man said, before putting hand's on his shoulders and pushed down.

John-Charlie found himself willingly lowering to his knees and sensually gripping the huge cock in front of him, before pulling back it's protective foreskin and exposing the dripping piss hole. He craned his head forward and closed his lips around the end of it, while using his tongue to lick all over the soft surface. Occasionally he would push into the piss hole a little.

“Fuck yes. That's my boy. Show daddy what you know and get him properly preimed."

John-Charlie then used both hands and wrapped them around the cock, the thumbs and forefingers barely touched. He then began slowly moving the skin back and forth, after sealing his lips firmly against the throbbing exposed cock head and began flicking the piss hole with his tongue. Firm grips and slight hair pulling, along with loud moans, confirmed he was doing something right. He became so enthralled with pleasuring his dad, that he barely herd the noise behind him.

The gentle rolling waves of denser fog was displaced, as four green thick vine like tendrils appeared from beyond the fog and slowly crept over the barely visible railing behind John-Charlie. Once they found the railing, they began descending and made contact with the walkway surface, then began creeping along it towards the father and son. The older man spotted the subtle movement at the railing and then saw it again right behind his son's feet. He just chuckled deeply and began caressing John-Charlie's head and shoulders. He pulled his cock away and lowered to his own knees, pulling them together into a hug.

“They are here." He whispered into an ear.

No words were needed in response. Just a nod from John-Charlie and more hugging.

Two of the tendrils found the feet and then traveled up the legs, before wrapping around the calves and thighs. The other tow followed them and eventually found the biceps and forearms. Once the plant was satisfied and had proper grip, the vines tensed and leveraged their sections touching the walkway. John-Charlie was effortlessly lifted up and away from his smiling dad, as he saw gripping tendrils wrap around the other man's limbs as well. Their thickness was equal to that of a man's arm. The grip was firm, but did not hurt him, as he was lifted higher and then a further away from his dad. He glanced down briefly and saw that he had been carried clear of the walkway railing and then simply held in place, over the fog below and whatever waited down there. A glance back up showed his dad was now held in the same position and barely visible through the dense fog. His ears then heard movement below him, motivating his view to shift downward again. A fifth equally thick tendril with a bulging point head appeared out of the fog and skillfully traced the path of the syrup dripping out of him. The head then split open into three large long triangular sections and simply hovered right under the dripping cock head, twitching with each drop that made contact with them. The inside had a bright reddish glow, that could be seen through the fog. This triggered his instincts somehow and caused his cock to throb harder and the syrup drip change into a slow trickle. This triggered something in the tendril and caused a much thinner tendril to ascend out of its hidden depths. It had a blunt end and looked to be as thick as his little finger. It felt very lubricated, the moment it made contact with his cock head and wrapped around it once. The prehensile end then snaked around and found his piss slit, then began to slowly insert itself and move up inside him. John-Charlie thrust his head up into the air and moaned loudly, from experiencing the exquisite pleasure of being sounded by something that felt ten times better than his own rods back at home. He then heard his Dad moan loudly the exact same way and guessed the same thing was happening to him. Just as he stopped moaning and looked back down, the bigger attached tendril flexed and then moved right towards his cock, before expertly slipping over and pulling itself on with sensual internal convulsions. Two of the long triangular sections stretched and gripped around his waist halfway and sealed themselves against his skin, as the third wrapped and stretched around his very large scrotum. Once it sealed it's grip, it began flexing and caressing the skin. This triggered his instincts again and he felt his whole scrotum pulse and flex slowly like it was a pump.

“Oh yeah dad. Here we go." he heard himself say.

“Just remember to relax and just let it happen." Came the response from across the walkway.

The thin tendril inside his cock flexed and began a slow thrusting motion, as it moved back and forth inside him. Each thrust would send it a little deeper. Every third thrust he could feel it get slightly thicker. He wanted so much to indulge his fucking instinct and begin thrusting himself, but the tendrils holding onto his body would not allow it. He resigned with simply letting things just happen. He soon felt something poke and probe at his ass cheeks. It was a bit blunt and also lubricated. It's identity and function was somewhat answered when he heard his dad moan loudly again. Just then the blunt end pushed in between his cheeks and quickly found his hole, before pushing on into his gut. It was not too big in size and felt wonderful sliding across his prostate. The motion was constant and as more slid inside him, the thickness increased. What started off as something no thicker than his son's own cock, soon became something as thick as the horse dildos in their shared collection of sex toys.

As the bigger tendril kept slowly sinking deeper into his gut, the other one plunged deeper and found where his prostate was. Well, this was new. Then it thickened a little and began a faster thrusting motion right there. He heard his dad begin to make grunts similar to what he heard a monkey make on a nature documentary, then found himself immediately begin to make the same sounds right when this was happening. The combined sensation was rather mind shattering.

“Oh oh oh oh ooooooooooooooooohhh." Was their shared repeated response.

A third tendril then appeared rapidly into his vision and looked just like the one that had attached to his cock. It split open the same way and displayed an internal reddish appendage that looked vaguely like a human cock. It also had the same bright glow to it and was dripping maple smelling syrup. If he could lick his lips in between exclamations he would, but the internal prostate massage he was getting felt too good. The tendril hovering in front of his face did not wait and swiftly thrust forward, expertly tracing a path right into his mouth. The triangular sections flexed and sealed onto his face. He felt the appendage in his mouth gush syrup and disable his gag reflex, before extending down his throat. He couldn't help himself and simply swallowed on reflex himself. The triangular section over his nose extended two thin tubes into his nostrils and began pumping fresh air for him to breath. It was infused like the air of the surrounding enchanted swamp, but stronger. He couldn't hear his dad anymore, but could make out vague signs the man was equally attached. The appendage in his mouth responded to his milking tongue movements and began pumping more syrup into his system, as the one inside his gut began doing the same. The tendril inside his cock began thrusting faster inside his cock, stimulating his scrotum to flex and throb more. He was being primed like a water pump and anticipated gushing like one, once everything began to flow through him. The first sign of this beginning was the sensation of his belly beginning to expand and gurgle, as the two syrup formulas mixed inside it. The expansion was fast and he soon looked down to see only his round belly. Meanwhile, the tendril in the cock began making longer thrusts, sinking all the way to his prostate each time. He was ready. Time to give the plant what it wants. The appendage in his mouth started pumping in sync with the one buried in his gut. His belly began to gurgle louder and then felt his scrotum throb like his cock and gurgle itself. His brain registered the familiar mental signals of having a orgasm, as the freshly mixed syrup began flowing towards his prostate. The tendril in his cock swiftly retreated, as the bigger attached tendril began undulating and milking him. He trembled and shivered hard as his first orgasm crashed through his whole system. He thrust his head upwards and moaned loudly around the appendage in his mouth. His belly gurgled more and began deflating, as it's mixed contents were pumped out of him through his scrotum and prostate. The gripping tendrils on his arms and legs relented their firm posture a bit and allowed him to twist and sway, as he rode out what would be considered a very long orgasm. He caught a glimpse of his dad's vague floating shape making the same small movements in the midst of his own extended orgasm.

Once the orgasm abated. John-Charlie was given a brief moment to collect his thoughts, then suddenly found himself feeling very hungry and thirsty. He needed subsistence fast. As if to answer his intense hunger and desire, the appendage in his mouth and the tendril in his gut began pumping again. The smaller tendril that was inside his cock returned and began it's gradual process of priming him once more. He nursed the appendage in his mouth greedily and moaned around it as he was pleasured from inside his prostate, while also being pleasured outside it through the pumping action of the anal tendril. He felt the need to orgasm come upon him faster this time and found his body positively responding to a familiar warmth spreading through all of it. This was it. The massive wave of lust that crashes into your mind, drowning you in thoughts and desires of pure need. Things that make your mind go simple and processes only two thoughts.

I want to cum again and keep cumming.

I want to be filled again and it keep filling me.

John-Charlie feels the stomach expand and gurgle. The scrotum then begins to flex and gurgle. Then the tendril inside the cock retracts and triggers the next extended orgasm.

The feeding appendage and anal tendril halt their pumping again, as he rides out a second more intense orgasm. But before the orgasm ends, he finds himself nursing right away and the appendage in his mouth begins pumping in sync with the anal tendril again, before his stomach fully deflates this time. This time only seconds pass and the cycle with the tendrils repeats. He rides out a third orgasm, as the tendrils gripping his limbs flex and begin lowering him down through the fog. His mind fails to formulate coherent thoughts this time and drowns in lust, preventing him from being aware of actually being carried down into what actually resides under the really dense white fog surrounding the seed pool. As him and the older man descend, the fog begins to thin and the sound of cascading water begins to filter through it. Another sound is soon heard and briefly brings his mind back up out of the drowning lust. It's presence and volume increases and is now visibly heard above the water. The water is still louder, but no longer dominates. The lighting around him changes dramatically to an atmosphere visually devoid of shadows and the surrounding air rapidly changes to a red tint. The fog then abruptly clears and the other sound becomes more noticeable. What his eyes then see makes his whole body surge and throb like it is a cock. Everywhere his eyes dart, there are familiar large triangular leaves and tendrils flexing in the air. At the ends of these tendrils are the limbs of other moaning men being filled and milked, as well as the parts of them being being filled or milked. The scene is rather surreal, as his eyes witness the plants with astounding precision trade men with each other, while detaching and reattaching tendrils. A man is swiftly passed in front of him, during one of these passes, while displaying a cock that is briefly left in the open air and syrup running out of it in a steady fast trickle, drawing arks of syrup in the open air with each throb. Some of it even splashed onto him. Then the next tendril extends its inner sounding tendril, to latch onto his cock and pull itself towards it's milking target. It then pulls itself completely onto his cock and begins to milk him, as the other tendrils trade his face and ass. The plants jointly maintain an extended grip on his arms and legs, until the other tendrils have completely traded spots. The sight was both extremely erotic and absolutely amazing to watch in motion. The moans were also accompanied by other sounds.

Familiar sounds.

His mind was strongly drawn to them.

The leaves around him were moving and vibrating.

He remembers this.

The sounds solidify into words.

His orgasm then hits again with more intensity. He rides it out to the... ...there is no end.

It doesn't stop. He is now nursing and having the orgasm at the same time as well.

The words that are floating through the air are words remembered by this place.

Strong potent primal thoughts of pure lust of the men being pleasured here.

“Yes."

“More."

“Don't Stop."

“Fill me."

“Let go."

“Feed me."

“Let it flow."

“Milk me."

“Join us."

“Use me."

“Stay with us."

“Enjoy it."

“I want more."

“Give me more."

“Deeper."

John-Charlie soon finds his mind adopting a more basic mind set. He wanted everything the words were telling him. He now lived only to service the plants and they service him in return. Soon the plant that was milking him began to slowly let up on the milking. He felt additional gripping tendrils wrap around his arms and legs, as the excess syrup began to leak around the end of the receding tendril on his cock. It ran down his shaft and across his pumping scrotum, which refuses to stop producing the stuff. The flow was not stopping and it felt so good. Then the presence of another tendril was felt, as it wrapped around and tugged on his cock a little. Then came the sensation of his cock being completely enveloped and milked once more. He moaned around the appendage in his mouth and felt it begin to retract. The moment it left his mouth, words flowed as freely as the syrup from his cock. There was no logic to them. Just pure need given literal audible form.

“Fuck Yes!" A couple triangular leaves moved close and hovered near his face.

“Give me more. Fill me. Use me." The anal tendril began retracting.

“Oh yeah. That feels so good. Don't Stop." It finally left his ass.

“Mmm. So empty. Give me more." Another anal tendril found his ass and plunged in.

“That's it. Give daddy all you have." The tendril began sinking deeper and deeper.

“So good. Fill me again. Come on. Do it." A new appendage found his mouth.

John-Charlie's voice was muffled again, as his body was pumped full once more. Satisfied the transfer was complete, the plant that pulled him down finally let go with it's gripping tendrils. His eyes spotted signs he was now being slowly moved through the air, while being persistently milked and filled. He lost count how many times the exchange was happening, but new it was a lot by the time the routine was changed a bit. The familiar feeling of the feeding tendril leaving his cock was expected, but something new and equally welcome happened. He felt hairy legs and then an ass make contact with his syrup drooling cock. The gripping vines flexed and moved him subtly, while he shifted a little in their grip. He knew what that was and he was perfectly fine with plowing someone's ass and filling their bellies with all that he had as well. The combined effort paid off and he felt the warmth of his cock plunging into a round fleshy hole.

“Fuck yes. Give me that big cock. Fill me with more."

John-Charlie recognized the sensation of their feet touching ground. It was a little soft and wet, but it didn't matter. He now had solid footing for established leverage. As if the plants holding them both somehow understood, the tension in the gripping tendrils went slack. They both had total control of their limbs again. The man in front of him was bent over a massive tree root and gripping it with his hands. He turned his head back and had the look in his eyes of wanting to be fucked hard. Words were not needed and he got exactly that. John-Charlie gripped the man's wonderful hairy ass and proceed to pound his hole with all his might. The man faced forward and let the words fly from his mouth freely.

“Oh yeah. That's a good stud. Breed me like I'm a mare in season. Give me a-..."

A new appendage found his mouth and began feeding him. He moaned blissfully around it, as its triangular sections sealed into place. Oh, he was absolutely going to get what he asked for. John-Charlie proceed to fuck him hard enough, it made his ass bounce and tremble with each thrust. The beautiful wet sloppy sound of syrup leaking out and around their connection was sweet music to the ears. The gripping vines then tensed up and lifted them both into the air, before pulling them apart. He closed his eyes and groaned in frustration, wanting to fill the man more. Then he felt hands grip his ass, as familiar warm lips and then a mouth engulfed his syrup leaking cock. The hands then shifted to stroking it and the hungry mouth proceeded to milk him with a very attentive tongue. He opened his eyes in time to see another man pass close by and a feeding tendril detach from his cock, just as the feeding appendage pulled out of his mouth. The cock then drifted close enough to lick, as he thrust his head forward and sealed lips around the end. The familiar syrup flavor was there, but what was coming out of the moaning man tasted more exotic. The cock was then pulled away and another feeding appendage plunged in. From there onward, John-Charile experienced a rather exotic mix of all these experiences, as he was passed around and moved all over the hidden pleasure center of the swamp.

He was not sure how long it lasted, nor did he really care. It was something he knew he would remember for a long time. Warm caring hands were felt on his shoulders, as he was very gently shook. New voices began filtering into his dream and he soon found what was happening around him loose it's sexual potency, then fade into a ever present whiteness. The whiteness then dimmed as the voices gained strength and lured him to seek them out. Not for lust, but simple curiosity.

“John. Come on buddy."

“There we go."

“He is finally coming around."

“Vitals look good."

“Whoa. Is this like his first time?"

An exasperated sigh.

“The answer is Yes."

“He will be fine though."

“If he was anyone else but us, we wouldn't have allowed him to ride along, obviously."

“He will be just fine Pete."

“Hey Charlie, want to give me a hand below?"

“Sure."

“How about the rest of you help too. I got this."

“You sure?"

“Of course I'm su-..."

John began to open his eyes and groan a bit.

“...hey. There he is."

Brian put his hand softly to John's chest and gave it a couple soft pats. John finally opened his eyes completely and found himself in a different place at first glance. After focusing them he felt an impulse to behave a certain submissive and compliant way, when looking around a cabin bathed in a familiar soft red light and no view beyond it's sloped panel walls. He then heard that whale call tone and looked around, before consciously seeing Brian squatting off to the side and holding up what looked like a functioning Slate. He flicked his fingers across a couple things and the ambient red then began growing dim, before transitioning to white and allowing the side panels to slowly become more transparent. Natural sunlight began filtering into the cabin, as he spotted the edge of a huge concrete pad ahead of the watercraft's pointed nose. Beyond that was everyone else, carrying collapsed crates and loading them into the back of two familiar but larger gray rovers. They had absolutely no top or windshield and four back dual tires. They reminded him of very old military transport trucks. Beyond the rovers was a solid line of normal dry land shade trees. It looked like a healthy mix of oak and maple. The tree line was thick too, with a single wide path breaking it all the way through.

“So where are we now?" John asked, while slowly getting up with Brian's help.

“We are at the transfer point for the cargo hauling." Brian answered.

“Okay. So mind telling me how that thing is still working?"

“Oh this guy?" Brian holds up the Slate. “This is a success."

“As in..."

“As in Craig and Jake helped me figure out how to make these work here."

“Wait. You really did it?"

“Give it a whirl kid." Brian grins and hands John the Slate, then helps him down the ladder.

John begins flicking his fingers across the screen and does basic system browsing.

“So what exactly is powering this thing right now?"

“You. For now."

“What do you mean for now?"

“Your system doesn't make any syrup of it's own yet. The syrup makes it possible."

“I'm probably going to feel dumb for asking. But how does that work exactly?"

“The syrup retains a very powerful positive charge. So long as it is kept active."

“Kept active..." John noticed a gray cylinder attached to the slate edge.

“...by being kept stimulated with a receptive biological system to recycle it."

“Ah, like our bodies does with the syrup." John observes as they exit the side of the watercraft.

“Tom was right. You are sharp. Anyway. We created a battery setup that does the same thing."

“You found a way to make that simple and small enough to make a battery... type?"

“Pretty much. Craig was a big help with that. Jake handled the device compatibility."

“So, to put it another way, it's like a machine that run's on cum."

“Ri-...-ght. Except us swamp residents don't produce cum anymore.. It's syrup."

John rolls his eyes and chuckles. Brian gives him a pat on the shoulder and chuckles with him.

“Oh... Uhm... Clothes? We are like back in normal land again yes?"

“Clothes are in the rovers. All clean and ready for you." Both step off the concrete pad.

“Why can't I simply wear bib overalls and walk around barefoot like the rest of you?"

Both laughed and looked at Pete, back in his overalls and no boots.

“What?" He asks, while looking at them both from up in the rover cargo bed, then shrugs.

“They are just being silly son." Charlie replies from down on the ground.

“They sure took long enough to walk that short distance." Pete quipped.

“Hey." Charlie gave him a quick tap on the thigh near his crotch. “Respect. Remember?"

Pete nods, then jumps down from the truck, before walking up and apologizing to John.

“I get a little punchy when I'm hungry." He comments and gives John a pat on the shoulder.

John just nods and walks up to Charlie, before giving him a big rather gripping hug.

“What was that for?" He asked with a puzzled look in his face.

“I now totally get why you guys live the way you do. Well part of it." John smirks.

“How d-... ...oooooohhhh. The watercraft syrup. Right."

“That is so intense. How do you guys not end up just staying there?"

John visually excuses himself around Charlie and walks up to the driver side of the rover on the right. Closer inspection showed a basic frame, with a middle horizontal crossbar, replacing the standard door. He reaches through the frame and begins unfolding a familiar pile of beige clothes, that he had left behind back at the other rover days ago and proceeds to slowly dress himself as Charlie explains the curious plant and milker man chemical relationship.

“First of all, like I told you earlier, the plants decide when you are done. There is only so much your body can handle and then it stops being useful during the milking session. The plants are able to gauge this very well, by staying aware of the syrup potency. Once it drops to a certain level, then they know it's time to give your system rest. Like all other potent sexual experiences, you do reach a point of normalization and begin relinquishing more control over yourself, to extend the moment. Believe it or not, one learns that the plants can be guided in a subtle way. That part is very difficult to explain and is simply something one has to experience. What is important to know is that experienced milker men can extend the milking session and find creative ways to keep the syrup flowing through them potent for a longer period. That is something you gain through experience itself and is different for each milker man?"

“Hmm, like what I just experienced, with the other men interacting with me?"

“In my memory stored within the watercraft's internal syrup network? Yes. Like that."

“So just how many milker men memories are in it so far?"

“Your trip is only the second one made. On the first one, we filled all twelve of the donor passenger seats and took the water craft all around throughout the swamp yesterday. What you just experienced is not just one, but a combined memory experience from all twelve of us."

“Whoa. Really?" John asked, while pausing through buttoning his uniform shirt.

“Thus the very immersive experience you had, while providing power for the watercraft."

John did a quick visual check and made sure everything still fit him properly.

“So, we all set for breakfast now?" Charlie asks a fully dressed John.

“All set." Came the joint response from John and Pete.

“You three can have the front bench seat. Brian, Tony and I will hop in back." Mark announces.

“Max and I will meet up with you guys later." Danny comments.

John noticed that while he was turned away and getting dressed, the other gator men had done the same. It was obvious they kept their clothing options simple. Tan denim pants and black belts, with matching tan wide toed work boots. Only the button up short sleeved work shirts varied. Mark and Tony both went with a blue shirt, while Danny had red and Max had black. Brian had orange. The contrast of the rather well dressed gator men, versus the bib overalls and t-shirts of the other two, was rather comical. At least they were wearing work boots as well. Everyone gave each other brief hugs, before splitting and getting in their respective cargo rovers. As John walked around to the passenger side of the rover that had his clothes, he runs his hands over the body panels of the truck bed and is a little surprised that they felt just like the panels on the watercraft. Little did he know, Pete was watching him from beyond the back of the truck.

“Find something interesting?" He asks with a smirk.

“You could say that. Are these trucks rebuilt the same way as the watercraft?" John asks.

“Oh definitely. Minus the milking of the passenger option." Pete snickers.

“Yeah, I pretty much guessed as much, when reaching for my clothes and saw no organic looking cab seats. Just what is supposed to be there. Steering wheel, status panel and bench seat. So where did you guys get these old military trucks?" John asks while climbing up into the open cab.

“From the same guys that are buying and saving The Bear Cave in the city."

“Huh. So were these already modified or did you guys have to do that." John sat in the middle.

“They were original." Charlie answers, as he climbs in on the driver side.

“Wait. How? All fossil fuel vehicles were collected and the owners financially compensated (to buy new replacements) during the enforced Zero Emissions Initiative a century ago."

“They were in storage and actually unused. Still crated and the tires were off." Pete answered.

“You guys do realize how odd that sounds? These two trucks were Oshkosh originals, before you modified them. The old United States military was the first to comply with the initiative and was actually a step ahead of it. They had no reason to keep these in storage."

“Well those details you can discuss with the new sex club owners some day." Charlie chides.

“New owners? What happened to the existing one?" John asks.

“Made him a partner and gave him options he didn't have before."

“There was rumors of it being bought from him. Your version sounds better."

The individual electric rotors inside each wheel well whined with power.

“So... how was it?" Pete leaned over and whispered into John's ear.

John gave Pete a questioning look, then got a mild rib jab and snicker from him.

“I heard that Pete and he loved it so much he left a nice big load inside my cock."

John then got a mild rib jab from Charlie, as the rover moved forward and briskly accelerated. Hearing the whirring sound was satisfying to hear. He was still feeling off balance from the bold obscure question Pete just asked him. He did notice the ride was smoother than he expected from the rover. The entire dash was one straight solid black panel, that curved away and up towards where the wind shield would be mounted. He was guessing that only worked outside the No Tech Zone. He spotted a change up ahead at the tree line and noticed clear signs of a gray solid road surface, wide enough for three trucks too. The transfer between the sandy soil and road was barely noticed.

“This will take a little adjustment." John comments.

“How so. Didn't your farm community have a similar social structure?" Charlie asked

“Mine was a fortified Acolyte farm community and not so... casual."

“Wait. Those really do exist?" Pete asked

“There were a few created. But yes son, they really do." Charlie answered.

“Well, it seems like you are doing okay with the adjustment so far." Pete scoots closer to John.

“I just feel like this is some dream and I will wake up. Then it will be gone." Pete hugs him.

“Well, this is no dream. This is real and it is our life. We live too far out for anyone to really care what we do within the boundaries of our community. They only care if we do something to mess up the flow of their special prissy plans." Everyone laughed about that one.

The rover was soon covered in shade from the tree line.

“That is so true." John observed. “So what is the deal with us wearing clothes then?"

“We have visiting guests from the city. My late wife's best friend and his partner. First time visiting here since her death. They came out for the Harvest festival." Charlie answered.

“They needed a break from their job and life in the city. So they decided it was time to see us again. They kept in touch with dad, but it hurt too much for them to come back sooner."

John had no idea what to say and just sat there.

“This visit from them has actually done them a world of good. Gave them a chance to reconnect with friends they made here through Susan and rather lost touch with as well."

“Yeah. The city has a creepy way of exploiting such tragedy and then distract people from the fact a living breathing world with other communities exists outside of it." John observes bitterly.

“Right you are." Charlie gave John's thigh a supportive comforting rub.

A brief whine is heard from the rotors, as Charlie briefly shifts his foot to the clutch and flips a switch near the steering wheel, that is now glowing. He lets up on the clutch as the black panel dash comes to life, with the expected system stats lighting it up on the driver side and a familiar media player style interface appear on the passenger side. The whine of the rotors then disappears.

“System online. Welcome back from another safe passage through a Tech Dead Zone."

“Could we please have some music? We cleared the termination barrier." Brian requests.

The three up front nodded to each other, as the truck is bathed in sunlight again.

“Sure guys. Something classical sound good?" Pete asks, as a chime is heard from the dash.

“Hmm. How about Kansas." Mark suggests.

“I think we have that." Pete squints his eyes, while browsing a play list on the dash.

“Crystal. Play Kansas. Carry on Wayward Son." He requests.

“Searching files. File found. Playing Kansas. Carry on Wayward Son."

“System still needs a little tweaking. Will have to let Brian know." Charlie observed.

Everyone then rode the rest of the way to Charlie's farm house, singing along with the song, as sight of the tree line slowly shrunk beyond the tops of the mature wheat fields flanking the road. The road itself was straight and seemed to stretch for at least a mile ahead of them. The grassy sides, that separated the fields and the road were as wide as the rover itself. It had begun to brown. Had it not been for how high up they sat in the rover, it would have been nearly impossible to see how close they actually were to Charlie and Pete's house. John got a shoulder tap from Pete and then looked to where he was pointing on his side of the rover. He spotted the top of a big geodesic dome, matching the golden color of the wheat, then nodded. There was also visible signs of three very large shade trees setting near the dome. Up ahead there was a barely visible detour, on the same side as the dome and trees beyond the wheat field. The rover decreased it's swift cruising speed to a casual crawl, as they approached and then turned onto it. The driveway was perfectly straight and just as wide, while flanked on both sides with same size lawn patches. A huge white half hexagon front marked the end of the main driveway section at another large dome, that was easily hidden from the road by two of the large shade trees flanking it's front. The dome itself looked to be roughly one hundred feet wide and no visible windows. The lawn underneath the trees and circling it, appeared to stretch out from it no further than sixty feet and stopped at the wheat field surrounding the place. The trees were obviously maple and the third one didn't become fully visible, until the wheat field edge on the passenger side curved away and showed the dome that was actually seen from the road. The rover turned onto a side road section, that ran behind the shade tree and connected with an identical white half hexagon front on it.

Charlie stopped the rover right in front of the building. He could see visible then lines tracing two squares a little taller than the rover, on the front facing them, measuring twelve feet on the side. He visually judged the individual dome triangle sections themselves to likely be twenty four feet on the side. He heard about the massive harvester machinery inside and their impressive capacity to harvest the huge wheat fields efficiently. The machines themselves changed very little over the last century.

“Okay, everybody out. Time to meet the guests." Charlie announced.

The moment John hopped out and followed Pete around the back of the rover, The two guests had already appeared outside and were carrying big white flat covered dishes. They were walking towards the large covered table under the shade tree, that sat between them and the other dome. The closer John got to the tree, the more he began to smell peppermint. He looked up and saw a crazy amount of green hanging flower baskets with peppermint plants in them.

“Mom didn't like bugs and spiders too much. So she hung the plants under this tree to drive them away and not have them 'drop in' when eating out here." Pete explained.

“...which we love to do." Charlie added. “Nathan. Don. These two are long time family friends of the community, that you have yet to meet. Mark and Tony. You already know Brian." he announced and gestured past John and Pete, while the three were hopping out of the rover hauling bed.

Nathan and Don looked to be blending in, as could be seen with both of them wearing the same overalls and t-shirts as Charlie and Pete. Nathan was blond and seemed to be quite lacking in the body hair department, which made staying clean shaven visibly easier. Don was the complete opposite. He had black hair and plenty of smooth straight body hair to go with his full beard. Fleshing out the complete urban couple package was the visible muscle tone signs of being outdoor enthusiasts. No bellies to be seen. John did spot the slightly rough hands. Rock climbers. Wonder if they be interested in new harnesses? Wait, why would that matter? What is wrong with you John?

“Don't let them catch you staring." Pete whispered into his ear.

John glanced sideways and raised an eyebrow. Pete tugged on his arm and had him follow towards the rover.

“How about we help with the rest of the food?" The three gator men and Charlie offered.

“Sure." Nathan and Don shrugged, before walking back to the dome house with them.

“Okay. Please please please... promise you won't tell dad yet." Pete practically pleaded.

John folded his arms and sighed “This should be good."

“Yeah yeah. Anyway. I caught them before-sunrise-early this morning sneaking back into the house, while dad was retrieving the rovers from the machine building. I didn't really see them, but I did hear them unsuccessfully trying to be quiet, as they made their way to their guest suite. They were both farting and snickering loudly and then shushing each other like school boys."

“Hmm. City Boys go for a Drunk Toss in the Wheat."

“I thought so too and shrugged it off. But then when they began taking their shower, a very strong familiar maple smell came up the ventilation shaft and into my room. It sits right over their guest suite. I got curious and walked over to the wall vent in my bathroom, then waited and listened."

“...And..." John was interested and moving his hand in circular motion between them.

“...and they farted some more, before I heard an odd loud plopping sound..."

“Okay, this was not what I wan-..."

“Oh for fucks sake. It's not that. But it is something you would know about."

John lets out an exasperated sigh.

“I'm probably going to regret this. Go on." He gestures with circular hand motion again.

“Well one of them said to wait and let him see if he could grip the rest of it..."

“Seriously dude?"

“I told you it is not about that. I swear."

“Okay fine." John sighs again.

“Well, then one of them began moaning and saying he was getting hard again."

“Sounds like a butt plug malfunction during extraction. Refund time."

“I know right. But it gets more interesting."

“How? They obviously went for a toss away from the house with someone like your dad. Dildos were probably involved. Which makes for an interesting situation. As far as city gay men go. Unless..."

“Nope. The hairy one doesn't have the spicy scent.." Pete interrupted.

“So, it was a toss with a milker man. Mystery solved."

“The story is not done yet." John sighs with exasperation.

“Of course not."

“The one doing the pulling on... whatever it was... got a surprise and commented on how quickly the whole thing was dissolving in the hot water, after he pulled it out."

“None of the companies makes butt plugs like that. It's like very impractical."

“Exactly. Get ready. The other one then said, that the one that fucked both of them said, it would do that and then have no telling evidence of their mating to worry about. He also commented how he couldn't believe something like that could come out of the guy's weird looking cock , even after the guy told them about it."

“Wait. Is this what I maybe think it is now?" John was definitely curious now.

“You tell me. I think I know, but only have book smarts to go on. Where as you lived in a farm community with actual farm animals around the place."

“What do you think it is? I want to say it, but I have no idea who else lives in that huge swamp. I know gator men live there and pretty sure this morning I got a good hint gorilla men do as well. Are there boar men living there too?"

Pete got a huge grin on his mouth and jumped into the air laughing. Then grabbed John by the shoulders and shook him for joy.

“Yes! I knew it! Well, I was mostly sure. But you actually helped me figure it out!"

“So what is the next step detective?" John smirked while Pete slowly calmed down.

“Good question. I'm not fully educated about the whole system and how it works. Plus these guys obviously did it with a boar man voluntarily. There was no trespassing scenario involved. The swamp is likely a place they wouldn't go to at night. So the fucking probably happened nearby. Maybe somewhere along the connecting service path network."

“Service path network?"

“It's what connects all us together, directly across the miles of harvest fields."

“Okay, so plenty dark at night for some fun." John suggests.

“Happens a lot more than one might think."

“I'm aware. So a boar man from the swamp comes here on invitation."

“They had to have come across him during the festival."

“But how would they have found out about him? Boar men likely keep their life private."

“Random bathroom encounter... sort of thing... maybe." Pete offers.

“Maybe. The point is, the encounter happened and then they later got their surprise."

“...and liked it."

“Now how would you... ...never mind."

“Yeah. Once they got the gel plugs extracted out of each other and they finished emptying themselves of a whole lot of syrup, they both agreed they were meeting him again."

“So, I guess we will be doing a little spying at the festival later?" John carefully offered.

“Looks like we will be."

“Well this will be my first festival in a couple years. What is one more interesting thing to do."

“That's the spirit." Pete gave John a light friendly punch on the arm.

John could have sworn he heard something familiar in the sound Pete made, when he did that. If he didn't know better, it sounded a lot like a wicker from a horse.

“Sorry. Gas." Pete blushed and raised his fist to his mouth. So he is aware he did that.

“Breakfast is ready!" Came Charlie's loud announcement from across the yard.

“Coming dad!" Pete shifted sideways and yelled back past John.

“Okay. We keep this between the both of us for now. Period." John chided Pete.

“Well... yeah. This might cause a complication with how things are done here near the swamp."

“Alright then. Let's go stuff our faces."

“Sounds good to me. I could eat like a horse." John rolls his eyes.

“I think we both could eat that much. I haven't had a solid meal myself for a whole day."

“Ouch. We need to fix that right now then."

Both of them had a light laugh and then walked back to the table, where everyone else was sitting and waiting. There was just enough room for the two of them, at the end of the extra large picnic table. There was a custom molded red and white checkered vinyl cover over the top. Nathan and Don sat across form each other at the opposite end, with the twins next to Don on the left and Brian next to Nathan on the right. Charlie was next to Brian and gave the empty space next to him two taps, while looking right at Pete and smiling warmly. John sat down next to the twins and took the opportunity to survey the eating spread, while everyone else briefly prattled on about local things. The spread itself sat right in the middle of the table and covered that area end to end. The covered big flat dishes and large bowls, all had the top edge decorated with a matching painted checkered pattern and the bottom half was white, with various fruit painted all around them. The covered tops were clear glass and still on them, steaming up from the heat of the prepared food inside. John was personally reflecting back on the weekly Sunday breakfast his community had during the warmer days of the year. He looked at the flat dish right in front of him and could see the various meats inside. Sausage patties and links, along with sliced ham and bacon. The next dish down was a bowl filled with scrambled eggs and the flat dish next to it had pancakes. Bowl number two had grits in it. The last flat dish had English biscuits, English muffins and toast. Scattered in between the dishes were various jams and marmalade, as well as maple syrup and butter sticks on tiny flat plates. Brian began helping Charlie with collecting the lids and handing them down to the visiting couple, as they carefully set them down out of sight. John was not sure where to start first and surprised himself by simply setting there and watched everyone else pass around the dishes.

“John." Pete got his attention and was handing the meat dish towards him.

“Oh. Thanks." He blushed briefly and took it, before taking a little of each for himself.

Another dish appeared from his left and he took it while setting the other one back down in the middle. He took a couple biscuits and muffins, then passed it to Pete. His eyes caught movement of Charlie opening the last of the jars with the jam and marmalade. John took the very last one being opened, that had the orange marmalade. Charlie just smiled and nodded, while handing him a spoon. Pete was already digging into his plate and was eating a bit too fast, as he was soon notified by Charlie with a quick light rib jab. The annoyed look on his face was priceless. His dad was not impressed and looked right back at him. Pete relented and sighed, then nodded back politely and slowed down. Everyone had a brief chuckle and then resumed with their quiet prattling in between bites, after passing the dishes. John was finally handed the scrambled eggs and put a rather large scoop right in the middle between his meats and other stuff. He then handed the dish over to Charlie and began spreading the marmalade onto the muffins and toast.

“Eat up boys, quite the day ahead of you and we want to make sure you get plenty of energy stored up." Charlie encouraged while lightly patting Pete on the shoulders.

Occasionally the others would visually check on John and Pete, but was attentive about disturbing them very little. John appreciated the gesture, as he quickly found out just how hungry he really was on the second plate. His third plate was just pancakes, which everyone else had their fill of and had the dish stay down at his end of the table. Although he did eat slower than Pete, he did manage to eat just as much and helped with “cleaning up" with what was left over. After his sixth plate, there was simply nothing left. John noticed Pete ate just as much, which surprised both of them.

The prattling among the others carried on, as everyone made the slow transition of sitting at the table, to helping with cleaning it up. Nathan and Don handled the task of taking everything to the house, while they were met halfway with the dirty dishes. Another social aspect he remembered from his old farm community. He was however grateful for the absence of the companion religious ceremony. Pete and him were cleaning and folding the cleared protective table top together, when another familiar type two door rover appeared at the driveway and began coming down it their way. It's top was down.

“Hey dad. Do we have a late guest you were expecting?"

Pete was genuinely confused and looked at John quizzically. All he got back was a shrug.

“Actually he is a little early." Charlie replied, as he was walking back from the house.

“Uhm, Okay I guess. Wait. Is this..."

“Yeah, it's him son."

“Then he is very early and well..."

“Did you have something else planned? Because if you di-..."

“No... dad. Not... really. I'll go get my packed stuff." John noticed Pete change moods quickly.

“Hey, Charlie. Is Pete Okay?" He asked the dad.

“He will be fine. The early arrival was just unexpected for Pete. He was simply caught off guard. He doesn't handle that well, when it is public. Susan and her whole family is the same way. But he will get over it quick enough. You will see."

“So like earlier, when were eating..."

“Yes. That was Pete being that way." Charlie chuckles.

“Huh. Interesting family quirk."

“It's a tiny manageable one. He has actually been looking forward to this trip."

“Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe go along on the trip with him?"

Charlie turned and put both his hands down on John's shoulders.

“This is something Pete has to take care of himself. It has to do with how Susan's family handles certain social things. Pete recently has shown qualities that makes him of interest to them and they just want to see if that means anything important, that could be of benefit to their future. He has actually been looking forward to this trip. He probably just forgot that it was today."

“Ah. I think I understand. There were some specific family traditions, that the people in my community kept to themselves. It wasn't anything suspicious or weird. It was just something personal and shared within that family. It's totally cool Charlie." John then gave him a hug.

“Thank you for being so understanding John. You are going to make a great addition to the valley. Jack chose well."

“Yeah. I keep hearing that." Both had a good casual laugh out of that one.

Pete quickly reappears from the house and jogs towards the rover with two duffle bags, as it drives up even with the shade trees in front of the dome house and turns completely around, before stopping. John watches Pete in a totally different mood, as he enthusiastically tosses the bags into the back and then hugs the driver tightly, just as he hops out the vehicle.

“Want to go meet the uncle?" Charlie asks and politely nudges John, then walks their way.

“Sure. Why not." John replies and follows.

“Hey. How is my speed demon nephew doing?" The visitor asks Pete.

“Speed demon. Hell, I'm still nowhere near as fast you."

“Yeah, but you will get there. Just have to get big primed running legs like me is all."

John watched as the two playfully jabbed at and dodged each other.

“Morning Shawn. Why so early?" Charlie greeted and extended a hand.

“Hey brother. Was just outside the city yesterday and simply hung around. Then once the sun came up, I got the itch to come on out here and get the day started with my new running student."

Shawn accepts the hand and gives Charlie a hug and pats on the back.

“I already have a coach, you goof." Pete taps Shawn's arm teasingly.

“Uh huh. Yet you are still slower than me." He grins wickedly back at Pete.

“See. I told you his mood would change quick enough. Like mother like son." Charlie assured John and gave him a pat on the shoulder. He simply nodded in confirmation and smiled.

“Oh, he is definitely Susan's kid. I can see that very well this visit."

“Hey. Come here." Pete got John's attention and motioned to join him behind the rover.

He followed, while the two seemingly related men prattled on about family stuff.

“So what do you think?" Pete asked.

“About him?"

“Of course Uncle Shawn."

“Honestly. It's like looking at a slightly bigger and taller adult version of you. I mean, he like has all your features. Even the same hair and eyes. Are you sure HE isn't your dad?"

“Now that is flattering and I'm sure that will get a rise out of him." Pete laughed.

“Well. Is he?"

“Hey there. Mom's family is close like that, but siblings don't mate. It's like bad for the genes and makes social life really complicated." Pete defends himself with raised hands and snickering.

“I wasn't being serious dude. Just couldn't resist the comment."

“Okay. That's cool. So. What do you think of the older version of me?"

“Well he definitely looks just as good as you. Worth a toss in the wheat field. Have you and him done that yet? Or did I here you wrong just a second ago?"

“Damn. You think that much of me then. I'm flattered. As for him and me fucking? Yup. It's why the two families get along so well. Same values and life goals."

John then heard that sound from the breakfast table again. It was softer this time.

“Your stomach Okay Pete?"

“Huh? It's fine. I'm just excited about this trip. It will probably settle down later."

Pete gave John a pat on the shoulder, as they walked back around to the driver side of the rover.

“Let's make this more official now. John meet my uncle Shawn."

John extended his hand and Shawn grabbed it enthusiastically, before yanking him into a big hug. The sheer amount of strength Shawn demonstrated was surprising, but the hug itself effectively made him forget about it. His nose picked up on something familiar and spicy during the hug as well.

“Charlie here tells me you are the training replacement for Jack." Shawn comments.

“Yes. This week is orientation and final part of field training." John confirms.

“Well then, you will likely be seeing me again. One of Jack's stopping points was the area where we live. Hope you don't mind seeing a lot of horses, because we got them and raise them there."

“Yeah... I kind of guessed that. People tend to carry their occupation with them."

“Hehe. Subtle and clever with words. You and I will get along just fine."

“People who grow up on farms don't mind being called out, so long as it is done politely."

“True. Very true John. Well, I don't mean to cut this short, but Pete and I have a shuttle to catch back to where the family lives." Shawn extends a shaking hand to Charlie. “Promise to have him back in two days. That way him and John get more time together, before the festival ends."

“Sounds good. Try to stay longer when you come back." Charlie shakes the hand.

“Oh, I plan on it. Maybe bring my brother... if you don't mind." Shawn ventures.

“You guys are still family and there is plenty of room in the house."

“Alright then sounds like a plan. Let's get going Pete."

“Remember what we talked about earlier. I still plan on that." Pete reminds John.

Pete then runs around and hops into the rover, just as it powers up. Both him and Shawn wave as it swiftly accelerates and zips down the driveway to the road. John gets a polite nudge from Brian behind him and is then handed his Pad. He thanks Brian and powers it up. The usual notifications were present, including a voice message from USGS back in the city.

“Nosy boss checking up on you?" Brain asks.

John holds up a finger, while holding the Pad up to his ear with the other hand. He listens for a while and then closes the comm link application.

“Just the usual check up and schedule reminder. They also found the progress report sent in by Jack an hour ago very encouraging and feel confident enough to let me stay out here in the field. They want me to standby for guidelines on my first official field assignment." John comments.

“Hey. That is great news to hear. I guess that means your office is getting moved out here?"

“Yup. All my stuff is being packed and shipped out to Jack's field office."

“So they are keeping it operational and not shutting it down?" Charlie asks.

“Nope. It was only an option if the office no longer served a purpose."

“Obviously, it still does." Brian comments.

“Jack is apparently not too far from here and waiting near another house in the Crop Circle. One of the notifications was GPS data for rover navigation. I guess they want to make sure I don't get lost out here. Now all I need is a rover. Jack already went back to the other one and is using it himself."

“Hmm, mind if I see on your Pad where this other house is?" Charlie asks.

“Uhm, sure." John opens the map application and shows the location to Charlie.

“This will work out just fine. That nearby house is Jason's. Him and I have harvest planning to do. You can take the basic rover from here and then he can bring it back with him. Then all Jack has to do is meet you at the house there. Sound good?"

“Yeah. That actually sounds great. Thanks Charlie."

“Sure thing. Just let me go fetch it off the charger inside the harvester building."

Charlie gives John a pat on the shoulder and then jogs off to retrieve his other smaller rover. John then spies Brian holding his Slate near him and recognizes his name on the screen. He politely clears his throat, then Brian looks up and blushes a bit.

“Sorry. Habit."

“Anything I should know or consult a doctor about?" John smirks.

“You most definitely don't need to be seeing a doctor. I do notice that your nervous system has been showing brief spikes. Similar to like when your accidentally drop something heavy on your foot. Pain receptor response. A lot of it."

“See right here and here?" Brian holds up the pad and let's John view it with him.

“Those spikes are right about when I would get annoying muscle cramps. They would be very brief and pretty intense. Nothing I can't handle. Always had high pain tolerance." John comments.

“How far will you be driving today? Because there is a forming pattern with your cramps. The pain level is on a upward curve now and the intervals are getting a lot closer. Don't need you wrecking a rover and taking out a few hundred dollars worth of wheat."

“If it will make you feel better, you can tag along. I don't mind. Because it is far."

“That will actually make me feel better and if you don't mind. I will drive." Brian offers.

“The company would be welcome. You probably know the Crop Circle road network better than me anyway and compensate for any navigation errors... which are likely to happen. As you can see, Jason's house practically sits at the tree line and No Tech Zone termination barrier."

John shows Brian the location on the map and tells him about recent recorded reports of unusual energy surges occurring in that spot.

“Are the surges a recent thing?" Brian asks

“Started happening outside all the Tech Dead Zones last week. I remember reading an email update back in the city, pertaining to the associated No Fly Zone being extended to the edge of the Crop Circle here. I personally think the transportation authority is over reacting, but also kind of understand why they would be doing this. Especially at this time of year here."

“The wheat farmers don't need a shuttle crash wiping out a big chunk of their harvest income. The wheat is very vulnerable to fire at this time of year."

Both had a mean spirited snicker over that vivid image, just as Charlie returned with the charged rover. Aside form being a lot cleaner and lacking mud slung all over it's sides, it was identical to the one that brought John to the swamp. Mark and Tony reappeared from the house. Mark held out a soft insulated lunch box to John.

“Nathan and Don saw the way you were eating at the table and wanted to make sure you didn't starve, while on your little trip across the Crop Circle." Tony quipped.

“Make sure you tell them thank you guys. I just got a message and Jack is waiting for me."

Both elder gators gave John a big hug, before he walked around the rover and hopped into the passenger side. Him and Charlie exchanged hugs, before Charlie got out. Brian greeted him for hugs, before getting into the rover.

“Wait, you are going too?" Mark asked.

“I'm needed there as well." Brian said and handed Mark the Slate.

The elder gator happened to glance down and saw the stat readout for John, then glanced back up and nodded. Mark couldn't help but grin. Tony glanced down and chuckled, after seeing it himself.

“We will be here, when you guys get back then." Mark told Brian.

The rover then slowly accelerated and drove down the driveway towards the road. Charlie and the elder gators waved, as they departed.

“All of you know something is happening with me." John blurted out, just as they turned onto the road and swiftly accelerated to cruising speed, further into the Crop Circle.

“We do and looking forward to it. Just remember that Jack and I will be right there with you, if anything bad happens and you need our help." Brian assured with pats on the thigh.

“You know. Normally those words would bother me, but they are actually comforting to me right now. I'm aware I have been slowly changing in a subtle way and just been taking what has been happening one day at a time. Not my first bumpy ride in life." John comments.

The rover approaches a marked intersection, with four poles and huge elongated slates spanning between them. Brian brakes, to comply with the warning orange message flashing on all four of them.

WARNING Approaching Harvester. Maintain Place And Clear Intersection.

Their ears were soon treated to the distinct whirring sound of electric rotors in action. It sounded more like a giant forklift was coming their way and big enough to haul an ancient locomotive.

The slate directly in front and above then changed to a flashing red message.

WARNING Remain In Place Until Harvester Passes.

The Slate on the opposite site matched the massage, while the other tow displayed their own.

FINAL WARNING Approaching Harvester. Move Traffic Off Road Until Harvester Passes.

A klaxon alarm began sounding at the intersection, as the harvester came closer. It's companion hauling rover fleet were the first to arrive in front of it and passed through the intersection. They were in the same stripped down basic condition as the two used earlier. Once all four of them passed through, the harvester finally appeared and was missing its massive trademark rotating reaping head. That followed right behind it and was transported by another rover, with no hauling bed and towing it on a very long trailer. The rotating reaping head was huge. Once the overall noise level dropped and the klaxon stopped, the message finally changed.

STANBY Additional Harvester Traffic May Be Nearby.

After a few seconds, the message changed again.

Harvester Traffic Clear. Please Resume Normal Traffic. Have A Safe Harvest.

“So what did you think of that brief spec-..." Brian started.

“Ow! Fuck, that one was intense!" John interrupted and dropped his Pad.

“GPS coordinates entered. Travel route created." Came a familiar female voice from the dash.

“Hey there. Your hands Okay?" Brian asks, after picking up the dropped Pad.

“I... I can't move them. They just seized up and like every muscle is working wrong."

John was visibly wincing in pain. It would pass. This also meant it was close to time for him.

“Okay just sit there and focus on riding. It will pass. All of us gator men have been there. It's just simply your time. Hope you don't mind me driving a little fast, for getting to Jack sooner."

John's only response was forced slow breaths, as his fingers slowly began regaining mobility.

“Crystal. Plot an advanced adaptive route to compensate for incoming harvester traffic. Need to get to the destination a little sooner than planned." Brian requested.

“Adaptive route created. Proceed forward and then at the next intersection, turn left."

Brian tromped on the accelerator. The rover rapidly accelerated out of the intersection and reached a top cruising speed like that of a cheetah.

“Hey Crystal, briefly take over steering."

“Auto guidance system activated."

Brian flicked his fingers across the screen of the Pad and found Trakr. He opened the application and set the range to Far.

“There. That should take care of the patrol drone situation." He chuckled.

After he mounted the Pad to the steering wheel, he checked on John again. He was starting to sweat, but gained full mobility back in his fingers.

“Need a drink kid?" John shook his head. Brian just nodded and smiled. “Crystal. Restore manual steering."

“Auto guidance system deactivated."

Brian lost count of how many intersections they blasted through and how many turns they had to make, to avoid harvester delays, but he was relieved when sign of their destination manifested. John was in the midst of another cramp. This one was spreading across his entire rib cage, stimulating John to double over and growl angrily in frustration.

“Approaching destination on the left."

“Crystal. Take over steering again."

“Auto guidance system activated."

Brian opened up John's contacts, then found Jack and sent him a text message.

< Almost there. Cramps are now severe. It's time >

The rover decelerated and turned left onto the driveway. Then accelerated again.

Ding < We are waiting in the harvester building. It is empty and ideally sound proofed >

“Crystal. Make the exact destination of the receiving Pad the stopping point."

“Travel route updated. This destination is inside a building. Are you sure you want this update."

“Holy... Aaaaaarrrggggh!" John exclaimed in a deeper voice.

“Yes Crystal. Update." Brian flicked his fingers a few times and then put the Pad in a pocket.

The rover made a quick left turn and accelerated again towards the huge opening sliding doors. Brian noticed this dome was a dark brown, with a tan half hexagon front. Jack and another man were each on a door and immediately began sliding them closed, the moment the rover was within twelve feet of the building. The doors closed with a loud thumping noise, the moment the rover came to stop in the only lit spot in the middle of a very large and dimly lit building. The closing sound echoed briefly through the building. Jack was swiftly at the passenger side and helping John out. Brian recognized the other man as Jason. He reached for the Pad and shut off Trakr, before putting it back in the pocket. He then gave Jason a hug and ran for the entrance door. Jason was in the rover fast and got it whipped around to leave the building. He stopped briefly at the opened sliding door.

“The entire interior is sound proofed. No noise gets out and also why the echo of the doors closing hard didn't overwhelm you guys. It's perfect for what is coming next. One more thing. Only a tank can bust the doors."

John let out a very loud yell or roar. It was so hard to tell. Brian just nodded to Jason, as the rover then rocketed out of the building. Brian closed and locked the doors down. He then took a long slow breath and then began walking towards the other two. He could see both were already naked and down on their knees, while Jack was just simply being there for John and giving him comforting rubs.

“Ready for this? Because here it comes." Jack said as he looked John right in the eyes.

John then felt a familiar ambient warmth spread through his body, that was way more intense. He began sweating a lot more, as every inch of skin on him became soaked. His system had already begun it's super cooling and was preparing. The impulse to throw up hit him fast and hard, but nothing happened and he was puzzled. Then something did.

All of the places where his bones fit together felt weird, as if things were being moved out of place and pressure was being put on those spots. His skin would occasionally ripple over these places, as it shifted from feeling too tight to feeling loose. The skull began to feel wrong to him, as a lot pressure began building around his jaws and more warmth spread through his entire head. He briefly lost all feeling and muscle control, as his tongue flapped out over his bottom teeth. His bones acquired a sensation like that of popping his knuckles, but it wasn't stopping. What was actually the most disconcerting is that he could hear it, but it not hurt as much as he thought. He then let out a low powerful groan as the pressure built more and began slowly pushing the front of his face outward. Nothing happened with his teeth yet, but he did feel them start to move apart, as the face pushed further out. John felt a pinch right between his nostrils, as the cartilage was slowly replaced with bone growing in from the top and connecting with the area just above his top lip. The rate at which his face extended then began to accelerate, as he felt weird pressure pushing down on the top of his head, while also pushing it's sides out. His vision began distorting, as his eyes began moving further apart. He simply closed them and focused on just feelings things. Aside from the excessive warmth numbing most of the pain, he could still feel a lot of it.

His skin all over began to feel dense and thick. The hair across his body felt itchy in a weird way and then he didn't feel it at all. Skin over specific parts of his body began to feel like it was becoming overly callused. The same intense ambient warmth from his head was now in his fingers and toes, as the skin under the nails to feel like it was hardening. Then he felt his own nails being slowly pushed out and off him, as these new hardened areas achieved greater presence. He began to feel the pain of this brief transition a bit more, as the presence then began pushing and breaking the skin. The sensation of feeling something slowly slide through felt a bit like that time he pulled a knife out of his arm. The warmth then migrated down to his tail bone. The rippling sensation intensified tremendously there, along with the popping sensation. His brain was assaulted by sensations of pain and sensation like that when feeling returns to a part of your body. A pins and needles sensation soon manifested, as the nerves in his own ass began to register the presence of something attached. His ears began detecting sounds that could only be described as someone breaking and snapping a lot of vegetables in a kitchen, alongside someone breaking and snapping bones. At this point he let loose sounds of surprise and anguish, as the changing parts accelerated their progress. Then just as when he thought the pain would only escalate, the warmth then spread through his whole entire body and numbness took over most of it. He felt quite disconcerted that now he mostly heard what is happening and not really feel it.

Then a new sensation fired inside his mind as part of him began moving about and then smacking the floor with an audible loud thump. Some of the nerves he had around the tailbone registered this sensation, while additional ones added depth. A tail. He had a bloody tail and it was huge and heavy. Then he felt a brief pinch at the end, as small things proceeded to push and break through the skin. This sensation soon rapidly traveled up towards his head, as the skin on his back now felt quite dense and heavy. The sensation stopped just behind his eyes and where his neck connected with his skull. Meanwhile his hands and feet finally finished their change and the nerves at the end of his fingers registered the subtle movement as his newly formed claws scraped the floor. The fingers felt bigger and had more muscle, while his toes felt more like fingers and had improved flexibility. The webbing in between felt thicker and stronger as well.

“Your doing great buddy. You are almost there."

“His skin looks good and has the two healthy blue colors already."

“Yeah. Two more things left for him."

John then felt the change in his skull structure accelerate, as the back felt like someone had grabbed it and was slowly pulling it away from him. He let loose his first rumble in protest, as the snapping and breaking sounds intensified in the area. The pulling then stopped, as more heat radiated through that section. Then everything shifted to the front, as his body began aggressively pushing his face outward more. His nostrils and eyes felt so far apart. The distance between the pairs felt even further. He no longer felt his ears. The areas all over his body, that felt very callused, now began to feel quite hard. It was like he had grown his own armor. His tongue now felt fat in his mouth and twitched a bit as it glided over his teeth, that had begun to reshape into pointed mini daggers. He then felt new identical teeth begin to form and push out his gums behind them.

Once the bulk of his body finished changing, John's attention was no longer divided all over it and a new sensation then exploded into his mind. The skin surrounding his crotch felt like it was bunching up and twitching in a uniform fashion, as if it had new muscles. His own cock and balls also felt very sensitive and moist. Then he felt his balls being slowly pulled up inside him. He was not sure if this really hurt or felt really weird. Perhaps both. Because it did hurt in the same way as being kicked in the crotch. Meanwhile his own cock began feeling very strange, as the passage through it began flexing and increasing in size. It didn't hurt, but it was also disconcerting. The overall feel of it got dense and firm, just as he felt some sort of bump begin to form inside near the tip. Then a brief very sharp sense of pain exploded into his head, as the area right under the cock head split and then flexed with the rest of his internal passage. The bump was now right where the split ended and started growing rapidly. New nerve receptors fired and sent signals to his brain. This new growing part was receptive like the inside of his cock. He then felt it begin to twitch a little, as air moving past it triggered it. John then felt pressure build at the base of his cock on both sides. It felt like someone stuck two balloons inside him down there, but it at least didn't hurt. Then those two bulging areas began to throb, as his own balls inside him finally stopped hurting and seemed to have moved towards his butt a little. Soon intense warmth began engulfing his whole crotch area, as the end of his cock finished changing form. The pain soon disappeared and only the sensation of having a different cock remained.

The warmth was uniformly everywhere in his body again and was soothing all the other aching parts. His brain was catching up and learning to process all the new sensations properly. He finally opened his eyes again and began slowly surveying his altered body, while remaining on his hands and knees. His body began surging all over and could swear he could feel himself expanding in size. He groaned and flexed, as the knuckle popping sensation returned. It felt weird, but it also made him feel very powerful. Then after a whole minute of the surge, it stopped and faded away. At first he didn't move much at all and was mentally adjusting to having his forward vision obstructed, by sight of his own muzzle skin in the middle and towards the bottom. He breathed in deeply and his brain was briefly overwhelmed with how much more information his tremendously expanded nasal cavity could process now. Things sounded different now. Not really more detailed but more depth. He reach up with one hand and was puzzled. Where are the ears. They should be... ...well maybe closer towards the eyes and... oh. His one claw glided right over the thick armored flap that protected his ear. This would take getting used to. His ears were now right behind his eyes. He put his hand back down and began flexing his entire body, while moving his head around. He slowly began walking a little, testing the flexibility and mobility of his body. He spotted familiar faces and naked bodies, belonging to Jack and Brian. His vision was surprisingly great in the dim lighting. In fact it didn't look all that dim to him now, as compared to the glances he got earlier, when being transported into this building. His vision was so good that he could see both had hard cocks that occasionally bobbed in the air. Something was also dripping from them. He could hear it hit the concrete floor and smell it. He stopped walking and then finally raised himself up to finally stand more upright on his legs. He felt more of the floor behind him, as more of his tail made contact and acted as a third leg. He got bolder and tested to see how upright he could get his body and then felt the slight pinch at the base when he raised too much. He also found he could lean back forward and the tail counterbalance his upper body weight efficiently.

He leaned forward more, then brought his tail up and began whipping it freely through the air behind him. The tip made occasional satisfying contact with one hip or the other. He then did some more test walking and began judging how to properly place his tail. He also found his arms could be moved in a manner to assist his tail with managing the overall balance of this beautiful and powerful body. John briefly forgot the other two was with him and walked around the building. Testing the limits of his movement and senses. There wasn't much in the building at the moment. Various plastic storage containers, inside heavy metal wire frame cases. A few vertical tool chests. Two of them fairly normal in size. The other five very large. He looked up and could see signs of multiple hexagonal lighting sources, that were turned off. His ears could hear air rushing out of slots, that ran in between the dark gray triangular panel sections of the domed building. His ears quickly found the source, where the air was being sucked in rapidly. He walked over to the source and found a vertical box unit big enough for him to fit inside of. It had a large panel on it with stat readout of the building's internal climate. He then looked over towards the white half hexagonal entrance section and spotted a familiar large six wheel rover. Unlike the air unit, he didn't feel much energy surging through it. Wait, he could feel energy. He could feel it everywhere around him and perceive it much the same way as sound, but feel it like touching things. The air unit definitely had the most electrical energy flowing through it. Then he tuned his mind and could feel a different energy and two powerful sources that was taking it in and releasing it. He turned his head towards Brian and Jack and got his answer. John's focus then shifted from just simply looking at them standing side by side, to the cocks they began slowly masturbating.

He licked his lips with his huge dexterous strong tongue and rumbled with satisfaction. The sensory tour of the building had him so distracted with exploring it, that he didn't even notice his cock slip back inside himself. He then felt a new sensation as it began to slowly re-emerge and part his crotch slit. The initial exit of his fully lubed cock was most definitely stimulating. He flexed and craned his neck, then twisted his head sideways. Right there attached to him was a fully formed and throbbing gator cock, with it's pink tulip blossom looking head. It dripped as he flexed it a little and saw the finger like attachment extend, then flex slightly at the same time. The cock began dripping more and a potent familiar maple smell invaded his nostrils. He heard a metallic rattle and straightened his neck back out, then brought his head back to it's level position. As he looked towards the two gator men again, he noticed that Jack was now laying face down in a heavy sling suspended with log chains. Brian was leaning against him, with a big grin on his face.

“Come on. Come get some prime breeding ass." Brian invited, giving Jack's ass a couple slaps.

Brian then reached across Jack's back and spread his ass cheeks. John approached with mounting anticipation and lowered down onto his hands, before extending his huge blunt tongue and began enthusiastically rimming Jack.

“There you go. Get that ass primed and ready for a proper breeding."

John rumbled with approval and lost himself in the scent his saliva was amplifying. He wanted this ass. He needed this ass. He would take this ass. He then raised himself back up and firmly gripped two of the chains near his shoulders, then looked down to visually guide his dripping gator cock to it's intended destination. The moment it touched Jack's ass, he glanced down toward Brian and got a nod of approval. John looked back forward and shifted his grip to the two chains near Jack's shoulders, then leaned forward a little and slowly pulled on them, bringing his mentor gently onto his cock. He then felt that continuous flowing sensation inside his own cock and for the first time, was doing it all himself. John then rumbled aggressively and began to slowly swing Jack back and forth.

“Ny thuck toy." Jack only moaned back in response, as he was slowly fucked and filled.

E P I L O G U E

John had finally reached the end of his transforming journey and was reaping the reward of becoming a fully developed gator man. He could only imagine where his new path would take him.