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It was a hot day one late June afternoon. The squirrel with glasses had been lounging miserably on his couch, suffering in the heat, wearing nothing but a thin T-shirt, shorts and flip flops. His fur was a little damp with sweat and his tail, normally held high, drooped slightly. His friends called him Kooshmeister, or "Koosh" for short. Koosh was thin, wore glasses and had gingery hair on his head which stood out against the brown fur covering the rest of his body.

He'd just moved in to this apartment. In fact this was his second week here. And now the air conditioning was busted. He'd called a repair company, and they'd promised they'd sent someone right over. He hoped they got here soon! In this heat, he was liable to melt! Even with the window open and the fan on at full speed it didn't seem to help.

The doorbell rang. Koosh got up and went to answer it. What he saw when he opened the front door made him take a step back. An enormous alligator, built like a tank, filled his doorway. He was the repair guy all right, because the logo of the company appeared on the baseball cap perched on his ridged head. In one hand he held a solid metal toolbox. He wore a tank top - fitting that it was on such a tank of a male - that stretched over his meaty chest and beergut, and a pair of workpants that bulged almost to the point of obscenity around his groin. He wore no nametag.

The big guy cleared his throat and gave the squirrel his gator grin. "AC broke?" he asked.

Koosh took in the sight of this immense beast of a repairman and gulped, then nodded. "Uh, yes, yes it is, please come inside," he managed to squeak out.

Ever the gracious host, he let the huge gator in, shutting the door once his long meaty tail had come through after him. He then took his visitor to where the central air unit was located. The gator surveyed the machine.

"Ah, yep..." he grumbled in a deep voice, tilting his hat back a bit as he noticed - but wasn't bothered by - the heat which had turned the apartment into an oven. "Good thing you called. Gonna be a real scorcher soon! Hotter 'n today, I reckon. Only so many places'd be hotter 'n that. Practically melt you down on the spot."

"I see..." The squirrel shuffled nervously. He was always uneasy around bigger guys, being such a little guy and all, and a prey animal at that! He was glad this guy was on here to fix the AC and not anything... shifty. At least, as far as he knew.

He put his toolbox down near the panel and, getting a screwdriver, unscrewed it and removed it from the wall, giving his scaly lips a lick as he got to work. The squirrel couldn't help but notice that and swallowed a little. The massive reptile leaned into the open panel and fiddled with a few things here and there. He ignored his client, allowing the squirrel to get a good look at him... and his assets! He leaned against the doorframe as he watched the big lug work, finding himself eying that large reptilian ass through the stretched work pants, and the obviously male bulge - and of course, his huge, reptilian tail, which lashed lazily in the air. Koosh noticed after a few minutes that the repair guy was beginning to sweat, giving off a musky aroma. It made him feelt a little faint.

"Uh, excuse me for a sec... I need some air."

The repair guy only grunted out in reply. Turning, the squirrel headed in the living room where the ceiling fan spun madly in a useless effort to cool the apartment down. Even from the next room, he could hear the gator working. He went to the window - open, of course - and took a deep breath. The air was hot, heavy and muggy, yes, but it was at least free of the simultaneously hideous and intoxicating stench of alligator musk.

A few minutes later, he suddenly heard the air click on. His whole body shivered as the first blast of cold air blew over him from the vent in the ceiling.

"Think I got it!" he heard the repair guy yell out.

Koosh ran a hand over his damp-haired head and smiled, then shut the window and lowered the blinds. He paused in the middle of closing the other window to turn and reply.

"Great!" he called out.

He finished shutting the other window and closing its blinds as well, went to the switch on the wall and paused, deciding to leave the fan on for the time being, then trudged back down the hall to where his guest was finishing up, flip flops flip-flopping noisily on the hardwood floor. He crosses his arms and smiled, impressed with how quickly the big gator was able to find and fix the problem to keep him from having to sweat another day.

He leaned against the doorframe again. "So what do I owe you?"

The gator pushed the panel back into place, his back facing the squirrel. As he screwed it back on, Koosh noticed that the intoxicating stench rolling off of the reptile was stronger somehow. He soon found out why when the repairman finally closed his toolbox, rose and turned - at some point while his client was in the living room he'd undone the button of his workpants and unzipped them, revealing he was going commando underneath. From his open fly sprouted a thick rod that curved slightly upward, like a fire hydrant made of pale green flesh laced with veins. Below that sagged a pair of nuts glistening with his sweat as they drooped nearly to his needs. Koosh's eyes widened behind the lenses of his glasses as he beheld the repair guy's massive reptilian tool.

"Well, I hear you squirrels like nuts..." suggested the gator.

Numbly, Koosh nodded at the gator's statement. Squirrels did indeed like nuts... some more than others. He was having some difficulty processing this. Did the repairman want to be paid in sex?! He gulped, Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his skinny throat as he took an involuntary step back, pushing himself off of the doorframe, but unable to take his goggling eyes off of the alligator's meat.

"Y-You mean, you want to be paid by me, uh..." He trailed off nervously.

His gaze remained fixed to that thick, bobbing tool and the huge sac hanging underneath it. He felt his shorts tighten suddenly... but were they getting smaller, or was something inside them getting bigger?

"Yeah," growled the gator seductively, "you got it."

The alligator reached down and gave his glistening glory a squeezed around the incredible base, letting the whole thing flare a bit and the bulbous head swell up so the tip issued a bead of precum the size of the squirrel's thumb. He took a step towards Koosh.

"It's been too long..." he said. What the hell did that mean? He didn't elaborate.

The squirrel shivered, licking his lips. He was unsure he wanted to go through with this, how he really felt about. Part of him said do it! Do it! Feel dirty and have some fun while you're still young! The other half warned him against it, though, and he was torn between wanting to have some filthy fun with a sexy total stranger, and being incensed at asked to trade sex for a repair job. He wasn't sure if he ought to demand the gator zip up and leave, or if he wanted to get on his knees and do everything he could to please the huge reptile's equally huge dick.

His resolve began to weaken as he watched another glob of pre oozing forth from the monster's tip, watching it trickle down the length of meat, then took another step back as the gator approached, bumping up against the wall. His cock throbbed achingly in his shorts. He chewed things over a little more and eventually his desire to feel naughty won out... after all, sex instead of paying a huge repair bill was definitely a bargain.

He nodded. "Uh, okay... if that's what you really want..."

"Great!" said the gator.

He took a few steps in Koosh's direction, backing him against the wall. With the vast height difference between the two of them, the gator-meat was an inch from the squirrel's muzzle, another thick bead of precum issuing from the surprisingly wide urethra as it too traveled down the cock's underside. The male scent pouring off that thick meaty pole filled the squirrel's nostrils, making him feel dizzy.

"Wanna undress fer me?" asked the gator with a wink.

Almost acting automatically, the squirrel started undressing. The repair guy smiled appreciatively. Koosh kicked off the flip flops, sending them skittering across the floor between the gator's feet, then pulled the sweaty shirt off over his head. Even as it hit the floor, he grabbed his shorts and pushed them down. He wore a pair of tighty-whities underneath, pretty well soaked through with sweat and smelling pretty musky themselves. These too he pushed down after the shorts and both of them bunched around his ankles. He stepped free of them and kicked them away and stood nude before the alligator. His cock was erect and pulsing, smaller than his, of course, but still a decent size for a squirrel. The tip was pierced with a gold ring. Neatly-trimmed red pubic fur encircled the base of the shaft.

The alligator nodded in approval, taking the naked squirrel in through his slitted eyes. "Nice touch with the dick-ring," he said. "Yer cute. Such a shame."

"What do you mean...?" asked the naked squirrel. He wondered what he meant by that.

In lieu of answering, the gator took a step forward. Koosh watched the dick approaching and reflexively opened his mouth to take it in. As it drew nearer, he realized he was going to have to open wide he wanted to take that beast in, and stretched his jaws as far as they'd go, until it began hurting... but he wasn't going to get his chance to taste the repairman's dick.

Instead, that throbbing monstrosity was going to taste him! The fat mushroom's tip touched the squirrel's nose and left a little slime there, then suddenly opened as the alligator winked down at his client-turned-meal. He thrust his hips forward. The cumslit slid over his nose, the tip of the muzzle actually sliding inside it, and the squirrel shut his jaws in reflex, teeth clicking together, allowing the widening urethral opening to slide under his chin and take the entire muzzle inside of itself. The squirrel blinked, confused and afraid, eyes darting up to the cock's towering owner.

"Mmm, fuck," groaned the repair guy.

Koosh's trembling hands reached up slowly to try and push the cock away. Suddenly the hole opened to engulf his entire face, the squirrel's hands grabbing at the sweat-slickened meat, tugging and pawing uselessly. A firm hand was placed at the back of his head and the repairman pushed with a grunt, cramming Koosh's entire head into the throbbing gator flesh. Inside, his head was being clamped down upon by the tight, moist confines of the shaft, his glasses being pressed painfully against his face, the lenses cracking from the pressure. He let out a scream that could only be heard as a little muffled yelp.

The alligator groaned, but his meal couldn't hear it as much as the low vibrations coming through the sound of his hammering heartbeat through the flesh of his huge dick. Another warm surge of his hips and the dangerous phallic beast slid over that lithe squirrel neck, sending the squirrel's face dipping down the long tunnel of hot liquid doom. Koosh nearly drowned as pre production increased rapidly and flowed past the blockage of his face to splutter out around his shoulders. There was no rest for him at all as his disoriented form was dragged down onto its knees as the repair guy's dick slurped on him again, pressing the big, fat cockhills around his narrow shoulders as the powerful internal muscles began to draw the next part of him in, forcing his arms downward.

"Ah, shit, keep strugglin' fer me," the gator intoned softly.

Struggle Koosh did. And boy did he regret accepting the offer of alternative payment! He wiggled back and forth uselessly the more and more of him that ravenous dick swallowed. Tellingly, however, his cock remained hard and throbbing and leaking precum. It seemed that despite his mind saying no, the squirrel's body was saying yes, please. Almost against his will, one hand flopped against his member as his hands were forced into his lap by their upper portions being pinned, and his thin fingers began to tease and stroke along that aching squirrelcock. Inside the other cock, surrounded by intense, living heat, the one eating him, the squirrel was wondering what in the hell he was doing! Playing with himself while this huge alligator's cock ate him?! Was it--was it turning him on! Oh, God, it was! The gator, seeing this, laughed a little.

The alligator grinned even wider and looked down his swollen rod to watch as the lithe digits danced along the pierced member, pumping himself as more and more of his body was sucked up that meaty straw of his. Koosh winced in shame and was thankful there was no way for the gator to see him.

It was like an oven inside the shaft. Koosh had to admit the cruel irony of the fact he'd briefly escaped the sweltering heat of the summer afternoon, only to now he fed down into an even more torturous heat. In the confines of that cock-tube, his thin body as crushingly massaged deeper and deeper, held tight from all angles; the gatorcock's grip was merciless, the velvety "swallowing" motions forcing him ever deeper, towards the unforgiving heat emanating from below where Koosh knew the gator's ballsac was. He gasped and groaned. He couldn't even tell if he was sweating, so soaked was he in reptilian precum.

Taking a more active role in the squirrel's consumption, he joined in with the stroking, rubbing his own thick hands up and down his shaft, teasing along the bulges that the squirrel was making through his flesh in ways that made him shiver since he could feel almost every little bit of pressure from fingers even around the pulsing, sweaty, slimy nature of the shaft gulping all around him.

It wasn't long until he could feel that swollen head reaching past his midsection, drooling precum directly onto his hands, his cock, and his ass as well. He gasped and moaned as he felt the hungry cockmouth begin to swallow his pert ass, his tail base, his hips and his spent, drooling cock, his frizzy pubes tickling the lower lip of the urethra.

Koosh's fingers now entirely encircled his cock and began to jerk fiercely, feeling his climax building deep inside his squirrel nuts. Inside of the gator's cock he felt the hands pressing in, rubbing him, and he moaned and blew his load, shooting forth thick jets of sticky seed to splatter along the hardwood floor as he disappeared deeper into the gator's hard wood.

The repair guy lifted his his mighty erection upward and let gravity help him to lazily consume his meal, grinning. As the cock upended to swallow him better, he felt the blood rushing to his head as he was turned upside-down. His cracked glasses slid free of his face, and, in the darkness of the shaft, slid down ahead of him, dropping into the waiting sac. Outside, his bushy tail flitted around madly, lightly bapping the alligator's snout, his skinny legs kicking and shuddering in the cool air of the now perfectly air-conditioned apartment, as they gradually descended down into the hungry meat of the big lug who'd fixed the faulty unit.

He wiggled like a worm squirming down into a hole in the ground, his legs slowly disappearing from sight. Down, down, down he went. His undulating body was massaged down the tight, hot shaft into the waiting sac, his feet and his bushy tail still billowing soggily out of the massive cumslit. And then they vanished with a mighty schluurrrrrppp. It was a humid, muggy mess and it was miserable. He moaned and thrashed as much as he could. It was so hot! Worse than when the AC had been broken! Here, it was so hot the squirrel already felt as if he were melting! And, to his horror, he was!

"Noooo...!" he wailed.

His fur and skin began running off of him in thick sloppy streams, transforming into gator cum instantly. The level of cum in the sac began to rise. He could feel his glasses wedge painfully into the crack of his ass. He was sitting on them. But that was the least of his worries. He howled and turned and thrashed, but bits and pieces of his softening body just kept sloughing off of him, splutting wetly against the fleshy walls and oozing down to join the bigger pool.

He gurgled, his insides transforming, now, belching and sputtering up thick wads of seed, cum running like snot from his nostrils as his nose turned mushy and caved in on itself, exposing his nasal socket. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, liquefied, and ran down his cheeks. His red hair turned gray and fell off in clumps. Gator cum poured copiously from both ears, even as the ears themselves wilted away.

Similar changes were going on beneath the surface - his skin, fur and internal organs all turning directly into more cum for his predator. Bony hands rose from the pool to grasp feebly at the air before they receded.

The squirrel, reduced to nothing but a bleached white skeleton, accepted his fate finally. Sticking out from above the cum inside that dark fleshy sack was a squirrel skull drooling spooge. The jaws parted and it uttered something that sounded like a cross between a gargling gasp and a tired sigh, and then slowly sank under with a "glurp." The surface was still. Beneath, even his bones melted away.

Then he was gone. But not forgotten!

"Mmm, yeah," said the alligator with a grin, stroking his shaft a little, which ached from just having swallowed the squirrel whole. He was thoroughly enjoying the sound of his prey's body being turned into spooge and disappearing entirely.

The alligator went into the living room and sat down on the couch, which buckled and creaked from his weight. His cum-filled balls hung fat and heavy between his muscular legs, reaching all the way down to the floor. He found the remote and turned the TV on and began flipping through the channels. As he did so, he gave the side of his bloated nutsack a rub with one of his big feet, enjoying the feeling of fullness, his erection throbbing languidly against his potbelly as if insisting he jerk off. Getting the idea, he smirked and flipped to a channel showing some raunchy gay porn. One of the squirrel's expensive premium channels, no doubt.

He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and set to work, watching the two muscular males fucking each other onscreen and growling as his big hands flew over his erection, his feet and thick, meaty tail caressing the tait, swollen beanbag chairs of his balls as they sloshed on the hardwood floor at his feet. Not long now, he realized. He could already feel it welling up at his base, and he aimed the pulsing dick outward with a gleeful grin, his muscles tensing up at the moment of climax. With a deep growl of ecstasy, his wide cocktip exploded with cream, a huge shower of goop splattering along the floor all the across the floor to the opposite wall, drenching the TV and obscuring the porno. It got inside the television's inner workings. There was a loud "pop" and the screen fizzled out as sparks flew everywhere and smoke poured from the top.

Some of the seed even shot up into the spinning fan above, which of course sent the load everywhere before the mess short out the motor. It sputtered and slowly ground to a halt. The massive form spasmed with each hard contraction of the alligator's loins, sending load after slimy load all over the floor, the walls, the ceiling, himself. Even the furniture got a good coating of his stuff. All sense of time was lost to the repairman during this journey of orgasm, only brought back when he heard the clatter of small objects hitting the floor, knick knacks knocked off their shelves. Opening his eyes, he saw, in the middle of the massive puddle on the floor before him, a pair of broken glasses and a cockring. His shaft dribbled in its empty, well-spent state at last.

"That was a blast..." he rumbled softly.

His eyelids felt heavy. He decided he'd sleep here, as this had been his last job of the day before getting to go home, anyway. Leaning his head back as the light outside began drifting into early evening, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the air conditioning blowing over his cum-covered form, and soon drifted into a pleasant nap.

The End.