Nature Calls: John's Excursion by Brunauss

Nature Calls: John's Excursion

Story by Brunauss on SoFurryJuly 2021~71 min read

Brunauss, Alligator, Bear, Continuous Cumming, Cum, Cum Inflation, Elephant, Human, Hypnosis, Inflation, Male/Male, Masturbation, Milking, Oral, Orgy, TF, Tantric sex, Transformation

Things get exotic with this eighth installment of John's story. The reader's will finally be introduced to a new resident of the swamp and take a rather special journey rarely explored in English erotic fiction. The one label pretty much makes that obvious. Get ready for the beginning of John's own journey to understand what it means to be the type creature he is.

NATURE CALLS: JOHN'S EXCURSION

Sign posts. Quite possibly one of the human race's most practical utilitarian creations and has seemingly existed for as long as there has been doors and wheels. The sheer beauty and simplicity of their core function is something very few people genuinely appreciate. That is until they experience a moment in their own life that serves the same purpose. They achieve profound clarity of where they had come from and where they want to go, while also being presented with options on other places they could go. John now finds himself being that person at the sign post. There is no question about where he came from and where he wants to go. Events that have occurred over the last couple of days, have now presented him with additional options. Like a traveler pausing at a simple sign post on the road, he finds himself wondering if he chooses a detour... will he find his way back to the original path?

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.

John took his own sweet time, while slowly moving the man in the sling. To keep his mind from being overwhelmed with new information, he closed eyes and simply felt his way through the breeding process. He would first slowly push Jack away, until only the end of his cock was still inside and that finger like extension was resting just behind the prostate. Then he would pull the man back just as slowly, until that extension had glided past the prostate and then stop, before repeating the swinging motion again. The sheer pleasure he was experiencing right now was so hard to put into words. There really was no frame of reference for the sensation that fleshy finger like extension was transmitting to his mind. It simply felt just as amazing as plunging a sounding rod all the way inside to the prostate and then using the end to massage it from the inside. The ones with the tiny ball at the end were especially handy for that. Now he was experiencing this level of pleasure, without the aid of any tool.

“That's good John. Nice and slow. We have all the time in the world, for making Jack your personal mindless syrup making machine." Brian encouraged with strokes on John's forearm.

“Fuck. That feels... great buddy. I'm... all yours." Jack added in between swings.

John simply rumbled softly in response and kept slowly swinging his mentor.

“I'm not going anywhere, just need to check on the part of the sling holding the belly."

John hears shuffling sounds, as Brian dropped to his hands and knees, to visually inspect the integrity of the net cradling the slowly bulging belly on Jack. He then scoots up, to talk with Jack.

“Looks good. The individual oiled straps are gliding against each other perfectly, while also keeping your own belly oiled. No redness or irritation, so definitely no build up of friction or any pinching of skin. So whenever your ready, we can move onto the next phase."

Jack only nods and gasps on the one thrust into him. Brian simply pats him on the chest and then shuffles to the side, to get back up on his feet.

“Let's do something about those hanging feet and make them more comfortable."

John hears the sound of chains rattling and occasionally tap against something soft and dense.

“Just need to secure these ankle cuffs like so..." Snap “...and then feed the chains through the bigger log chain links..." Many soft clanks “...then clip the ends into place." Click.

He then hears the step repeated on the other side.

“Okay John. Now start to slowly apply a little pressure, each time your cock goes in. We want to start gradually nudging those two wonderful side bulges inward. I'm going to go fetch something to make my spot underneath more comfortable on this hard floor. Remember, nice and slow."

John doesn't even open his eyes and simply sighs, then nods in response. His ears then pick up on the sound of bare feet slapping the hard floor and then a rather familiar metallic rubbing sound, when Brian returns and sets something down on the floor near him. Ball bearings. His ears can actually hear them rubbing smoothly together. Neat. He then hears the sound of the wheels rolling across the floor just forward of him and feels hairy legs briefly rub his ankles.

“Quite the puddle forming under here. Good thing I wheeled my body into place for the rest."

All three chuckle and then Jack begins to groan with satisfaction. The rolling sound is heard.

“Beautiful. That last thrust got them nearly halfway inside. Feel the difference in resistance?"

John just nodded and rumbled softly.

“Good. On this next thrust in, hold yourself in place and then very gently push forward."

He then heard a clicking sound under him and felt something hanging and brushing both thighs.

“Just added two things that might be needed by you and me later." Brian assured with pats.

John then pushes forward until he feels the resistance, then shifted his stance slightly.

“Very good. Slow and steady now."

He then begins slowly pushing forward again and feels the flesh hug his cock tightly, as it gives way and lets the two bulges slide on in. His eyes then fly open, at the moment he feels himself slip completely inside Jack past the bulges. He holds himself in place and opens his mouth, letting a long aggressive rumble escape from his throat. It managed to echo a little within the building.

“Oh! Fuck Yes!" Came Jack's positive confirmation he was okay.

“That's my cue." Brian announced and then firmly grabbed Jack's leaking cock, before wrapping his hungry lips around the exposed dripping head.

John let another aggressive rumble escape his mouth and pulled Jack back as tightly as possible against his crotch. He felt the profound warmth, as his syrup load began flowing more heavily through his cock and into the gator man under him.

“Ah Yeah! Fill me up good! You know you want it!"

The only response given was more softer rumbles and John shifting his hands to the log chains closest to him and then moving them up a little. He then began lifting himself up slightly and picks his feet up off the floor. As if Brian understood what he wanted, he expertly keeps his mouth on Jack's cock and grabs the feet, to guide them into the heavy duty metal stirrups he snapped into place earlier. John appreciates the assistance and allows half of his weight to rest on his feet, while shifting his tail to the left and keeping it there. The overhead dome support structure softly groans a little. Meanwhile Brian shifts one hand to his cock and begins slowly masturbating himself, while continuing to nurse Jack's cock. Then he notices the body over him swing slightly. He let's go of the cock.

“John?" The swinging motion begins gaining distance and is followed by a loud aggressive rumble. Brain looks to the side and gets visual confirmation, with the tail now dragging the floor in sync with the swinging motion. The overhead dome structure groans slightly again.

“Yup. This is going to happen." Brian quickly removes himself form underneath, grabbing the low boy mechanic bench and gets out of the way.

The only noticeable movement that is actually seen at first, is John shifting his weight over Jack back and forth. The sling then finally begins to respond and show signs of complying with his intent. The moving distance increases more and becomes actual swinging movement. Jack moans with approval, as the motion begins to work subtly on his ass. The forward swing pushes him very firmly against John, then the back swing pulls him off slightly. Then when they swing forward again, he is roughly slammed back down. The overhead structure groans some more.

“Easy there. Not too much much John. It isn't a swing set on a playground."

John looks his way and snorts with exasperation, then rumbles loudly and possessively.

“Ny thuck toy!" He then snaps his drooling gator jaws together with an audible wet chomp.

“Fuck. That's actually hot." Brain manages in a half nervous tone.

John then turns his gaze back forward and looks down upon Jack. He opens his jaws and lets his tongue hang out a little and proceeds to drool all over the gator man's back. The end of his tail twitches a little, as it drags the floor with the swinging motion. He rumbles possessively some more and reaches with one hand, to begin caressing the back of his moaning breeding partner.

“I'm... all..." Gurgle “...yours."

Jack could feel it.

The warmth spreading through his whole body.

The presence of his stomach filled with it.

The rising sensation of it coming up his throat.

The taste of the syrup on his tongue, as it begins coming out his mouth.

He belonged to this freshly changed gator man and was the willing receptacle of all that raw primal predatory lust, that burst forth from the overwhelming hormone surge of the first change itself.

John then raises his head up and bellows a very loud possessive rumble and thumps his tail hard against the floor, as syrup begins running out of Jack's mouth and tracing arcs in the air with each swing. The leather strap netting of the sex sling was doing it's job and keeping his round gurgling belly properly cradled. His cock throbbed hard and slapped loudly against the belly, as it traced arcs of syrup of it's own through the air. All Brain could do was just stand there motionless and watch the primal breeding spectacle in front of him. It no longer mattered if he was masturbating or not. The sheer visual stimulation and knowledge of what that must actually feel like, was all that was needed to keep the syrup flowing from his own cock. He let the cock go, as it began bobbing and tracing arcs of syrup through the air itself.

“Fuck. Glad we moved Jason's tool boxes out of the way. Would be interesting explaining how his stuff got covered in syrup." Brian chuckled to himself.

The huge breeding gator looked his way and they locked eyes. The gator chuckled very deeply and licked his lips hungrily, then turned his attention back to Jack. The overhead structure groaned some more, but not enough to alarm anyone. Eventually John let up on the swinging and allowed inertia to take over, slowing down the momentum. Once the swing came to a complete stop, He dismounted from his elevated squatting and breeding position, pulling his feet from the stirrups and then began to slowly pull himself out of Jack. He then looked towards Brian and locked eyes with him again. John lifted a hand towards him, while closing it into a fist and extending a single finger, beckoning the spectating gator man to approach. Another possessive rumble escapes his throat, as the man comes within touching distance. Brian couldn't help but feel both turned on and a little scared. Jack was just hanging there gurgling and spurting, as syrup ran out of his mouth, cock and gaping ass. The scent of maple and hormones in the air was overwhelmingly strong. John then reached out and put his clawed hand behind Brian's head, before guiding his face towards the gaping hole.

“Eat." Came the simple direct order.

Brian complied and placed his hands on Jack's ass, as the huge gator hand pressed his face right into it. He loved the taste of ass, like any self respecting bear type man does. For some like him, it was also a treat to taste freshly fucked ass. More so the treat when it is an ass filled with syrup. He then heard the sound of the low boy being wheeled towards him, as he adjusted his head angle to breath better. So much for keeping the thing clean. He felt a gentle pressure on his shoulder.

“Sit." Came another order.

At least with him sitting comfortably, he could reach under and begin milking Jack's cock. Not that it really needed any help. He used the excessive syrup leaking out of it and used it to lube and begin masturbating his own cock again.

“No. Nilk that cock." Came the order.

He then felt that huge clawed hand grip and guide his hand back to Jack's cock. Just when he was settling into a rhythm, he was interrupted by being pulled and wheeled away. John then squatted down and put his own muzzle to the gaping ass, to rim it out and resume the milking of the cock. Brian heard some sputtering from Jack and then some moaning. He got up off the low boy and walked around, before sitting down again on the floor and looking up at Jack.

“You doing okay there?"

“Fuck. I feel great." He pauses to sputter. Brian wipes syrup from his face and chuckles.

“Yeah. I can see that now."

Both begin to snicker and laugh, then are cut off when they hear familiar organic crunching and popping sounds, along with frequent groans of protest. Both just remain where they are and wait for John's reversion back to human form to run it's course. Brian looks past Jack occasionally to visually check on the progress, then look's back and nods with approval. He then looks back one more time and sees a naked hairy man sitting in a puddle of syrup, groaning and holding his head. Brian gets up and unclips the ankle cuffs, before walking over to a nearby toolbox and coming back with a butt plug. He pops it into Jack's ass and then gently helps him out of the sling, onto the low boy.

Brian resigns with just sitting on the floor and rubs the round gurgling belly.

“Well." Buuurrrp! “This was clearly another successful assisted first change." Jack observes.

Everyone snickers and laughs. John then gets up onto his knees and shuffles over to the other two gator men, giving them both hugs and also rubs the round belly.

“How about I take care of this for you." He suggests to Jack.

“I'm not quite sure how you wou-..." Jack starts and gasps, as John swiftly flips onto his back and shuffles under the round belly, taking the leaking cock into his mouth. He then reaches up, cradling and rubbing it's gurgling mass, while proceeding to milk and drain it's contents out of Jack. Brian gets up on his knees and briefly makes out with Jack, as the gator man moans back into his mouth and rubs his slowly deflating belly. John moans around the cock in his mouth and nurses with intense hunger, as he slowly strokes his own cock. Both of the other gator men simply looks down and smile warmly at the sight of seeing his own cock make it's own syrup at last. Jack occasionally moans, as he rides out the intense milking John is giving him. Soon his belly returns to it's normal size and Brian has to give John a few taps on the chest, to let him know that he can stop nursing. The recently changed gator man raises up to a sitting position and wipes his smiling face off, while looking at them.

“Sorry about that. Once I started, I just couldn't stop." John apologized and blushed a bit.

“It's alright buddy and perfectly normal reaction after your first change." Jack assured.

“Everything about the process so new to the body. So everything that can be converted to energy inside you is used up. This then leaves one in the current state you are experiencing right now and why you reverted back to human form so rapidly. Your body needs that energy back." Brian added.

“What just happened to me is still considered biologically impossible. The energy consumption factor is one of the major reasons. You at least explained that well enough for me to understand."

“Jake can explain it better, anytime you want to know the details." Jack offered.

“Maybe at a later time. I don't want to sound rude, but can we please eat something now?"

“The twins thought ahead to this and thus the big packed lunch." Brian commented.

“How about you go grab that and I go grab the mop bucket for the mess." Jack suggests.

Brian nods, then gets up with Jack and walks over to a tool chest, with a familiar looking large soft lunch box on it. John went to get up on his feet and then rapidly felt dizzy and sat back down. Jack noticed right away, while getting the mop bucket from beyond the toolbox and began filling it at the nearby wall faucet.

“Yeah. I would wait on the walking around thing, until you have solid food in your system buddy. But, you can begin the process of getting yourself wiped down." Jack suggested and kicked a clear plastic tub towards John. The sitting gator man opened it and found the towels inside to be wet.

“You guys really did plan ahead."

“Experience helps."

“Won't argue with that." John complies and starts wiping himself off.

“When you are done with the towel, just throw it onto the floor." Brian adds, while returning with the lunch box. “By the way, everything in here is for you. It is completely filled with meat rolls. Just try not to make too big of a mess when eating them. No utensils or plates needed. Just eat with your hands and not eat too fast. The wet towel can be your napkin." Brian hands over the lunch box.

“You know what? I can work with that and just want to eat now. Please."

“Sure thing. Welcome to the gator club and enjoy." Brian pats him on the shoulder.

No sooner than Brian had turned and began walking over to Jack, John had opened the lunch box and immediately had both hands filled with meat logs. Both him and Jack occasionally looked towards John and politely reminded him to slow down, as they began mopping and cleaning the floor together. The expected response was always a grumble and polite nod. They lost count how many times John belched and then paused briefly, to drink the special beverage mix packed with the meat in a gallon size jug. By the time they had finished getting the floor and equipment cleaned up, John had already emptied the lunchbox and jug and was getting himself wiped off again. He then spoke again.

“It just occurred to me that although I successfully drained you of the syrup I put in you earlier, My belly didn't bulge one bit and yet did plenty of gurgling. Is that more of the aggressive energy conversion thing you guys told me about?"

“Yes." Both answered in unison.

“Well... I certainly feel a lot better now and my head stopped spinning a quarter of the way through the meat. Was some of that actually raw meat?" John points to the blood stains on the towel.

“Yup." Answer in unison again.

“I seem to feel fine." John pats himself down on reflex. “I should definitely feel sick after eating as much raw meat as what I think was in those specially prepared meat logs. That was a clever idea by the way. Just like eating summer sausage (with a soft bloody core) and definitely don't need utensils."

“That is the idea buddy." Jack comments while taking the stained towel and then helping John to his feet. Both paused briefly as someone's belly gurgled loudly.

“Uhm may-..." John started and had a concerned look on his face.

“You will be just fine and won't need any bathroom or pitcher plant break." Jack assures.

“More aggressive energy conversion stuff?" John gets a nod in response from both.

Brian finishes the clean up, by putting the used towels back into the clear tub.

“Alright then. Let's discuss today's plans." Jack announces.

“Or rather what form they will take on." Brian adds.

“Yeah, was wondering about that myself. Since all the survey work has been completed. I want to say thank you, but also feel kind of bad I didn't do any more of it myself." John observed.

“What really matters is that you still have a job." Jack assures. John nods.

“Brian mentioned something about what form our plans will take on. Does this mean there are options available already?"

“Yes. One of those options has to do with the sex sling itself."

“Really? Do tell."

“What we just did here was the first official test of the modified design. It was unknown if it would even work. We had no worries about the building managing the focused shifting weight. Our concern was more about the physical integrity of the thicker leather and if more modifications were needed for making it skin friendly. Things like chaffing and pinching were our primary skin friendly concerns for the people using these things. The physical integrity factor has more to do with the ones utilizing these things as breeding assets." Jack explained.

“I would say the first initial test of the modified sex sling idea was successful." Brian observes.

“I'm sure Yuri will be glad to hear that." Jack adds.

“He will also appreciate the gesture of us bringing along the tester himself."

“Proof of concept in person."

“I'm probably going to feel foolish for asking this. But besides us gator men, who else would have a use for such robust modified slings. The standard ones at The Bear Cave are already sturdy enough for rather large size men. They really have no reason to need something suspended on log chains and made of leather strong enough to hold a horse." John observes. The other two chuckled.

“Should we finally tell him?" Brian asks Jack.

“I think he is ready and now has the proper perspective to understand."

“Understand what?" John asks.

“The elder gators have been working on a idea for a long time and had been patiently waiting for an ideal location to test it out. A place progressive enough, to provide an outlet to expand our interests into new territory. The location was found, but they knew of no one that could implement the plan effectively in a urban environment. They needed someone like us gators, that was more comfortable in such a place and good at keeping their existence guarded. That solution manifested with the recent secret migration of newcomers from Russia. Bear men. Yuri is such an individual and a elder. Him and his business partner Boris, also a elder, live in the city." Jack answered.

“Wait. There are people like us living full time within the city? I didn't think any of you did. How come I didn't know about this before? Aren't the bear men supposedly banned?" John inquires.

“Okay. One question at a time buddy." Jack interrupts. “First, until very recently, none of us lived or stayed in the city. We only visited or were individuals like myself, who worked in the city and lived outside of it. Second, this development happened after you came here. Yuri and Boris had been keeping their presence secret until they had confirmed acquisition of The Bear Cave. Yes, that means they are the new owners and things will definitely be different at it's new location. Take that where you you will. Third, the ban is getting lifted on the Kansas district and it will officially be declared neutral safe territory for our kind. That includes the bear men."

“I bet that last one made a few people unhappy."

“They don't like it, they can move." Brian quips.

“The mayor is also doing the public reintroduction of our kind in phases. The shipyard is phase one. We prove ourselves capable workers in an environment ideally suited to our physical strength, that wins the approval of the public and lets the mayor then move onto the other phases." Jack added.

“I had other things to say about this and the shipyard situation specifically, but that can wait until later. So what are our other options?" John inquires.

“Well, you have met only one fourth of the residents of the swamp and yet to meet the Boars, Elephants and Gorillas. That was another planned travel option." Jack offers.

“Let me guess, the area that Danny and Max jogged through, the gorilla men live there?"

“They do and kind of prefer to simply be called men." Brian comments while getting dressed.

“Hmm, I guess that somewhat makes sense. So who has the north area?"

“That one belongs to the boar men. It is the only part of the swamp that doesn't have reeds separating it and the Crop Circle. Our drive to get here a couple days ago took us right through it. Between it and the terminating boundary of the Tech Dead Zone, is the old farm community( that used to be where the seed pool is now). The rover depot, where we swapped transportation, sets right outside the edge of the farm community."

“So it was just beyond all those trees then?"

“Yup."

“Okay. That leaves just the elephants and they obviously live in the southern section."

“There you go. We plan on visiting all these places today. But sense you are still the guest of honor and there is no set order for these locations, you get to choose where we travel first."

Jack then hands John his discarded clothes and begins getting dressed himself.

“Thus my comment about our travel plans taking on whatever form is finally decided by you today. For now, let's get outside and get some beautiful morning sun. Everyone brace yourself a bit." Brian announces, while walking over to a wall section.

A few mechanical clicks echo through the building, as a vertical seam appears and splits in half a triangular section directly ahead of John. His ears pick up on the sound of two small motors humming from it's location. Two more lighted seams appear and connect the top of the vertical seam with the floor at opposing thirty degree angles. A large triangle splitting cleanly in half. More sunlight began pouring in through the vertical seem and illuminating the inside of the two halves, as they slid away from each other. John squinted his eyes a bit, until they adjusted. Once sufficient light was flooding through the growing gap. The contrast in lighting levels began to equalize and the outline of a familiar muddy two door rover materializes, as the thick treeline behind it also becomes visible. A few more mechanical clicks are heard as the opening finishes becoming a triangular doorway. Brian is already through the door and carrying the tub around to the back of the rover itself. Jack gives him a pat on the shoulder, as they walk towards the door and out into the open air beyond the harvester dome. John noticed the top was still down and the windshield was flipped down as well.

“I went ahead and folded up the lunch box and put it with the towels in the tub" Brian announces from the back of the rover, as he then hops into the hauling bed and flips up the tailgate.

John pauses briefly, as he walks around to the passenger side, to soak in more sun. The colors his eyes were seeing seemed different now. Everything looked more vibrant. Things like the rover had a visible slight line of distortion outlining it. He focused his eyes and could see it vibrate.

“Something wrong with the rover?" John shook his head and looked up at Jack in the seat.

“Does it look like the air around the rover is like..." He started

“...fuzzy looking?" Jack finished for him. John nodded.

“Yeah."

“Your eyes can now see more. That fuzziness is the air being displaced by the positive charge running through the rover itself. Hold your hand up in the air and look at your fingers real close. You will see it there too."

“That's actually pretty cool."

“Anything with an electrical charge does that to the air around it." Jack explains.

“The fuzziness is created by the electrons getting a little excited, but not enough to make light. Just distorts it's path a little. You will also notice the bigger the machine or creature, the thicker that line of distortion around them will be." Brian adds.

“Like how much?"

Brian reaches out and grips John's hand.

“See where my fingers are? Now look at how the thickness of the fuzziness compares to my thumb. Something as large as the elders in their other form has a distortion field thickness like two of my thumbs put together." Brian then lets go and pats the back of bench seat in front of him.

John gets the hint and opens the door, before hopping in and closing it.

“So. Where to John?" Jack asks, as he powers up the rover.

“Since it is further away, how about we see the elephants first." John decides.

“The Packers it is." Brian remarks.

“The Packers?" John asks and whirls his head around, looking at Brian with a puzzled look on his face, as the rover takes off and makes it's way around the building to the driveway.

“Yes the packers." Jack adds, as the rover makes contact with the driveway hard surface.

“Okay I kind of get the initial technical reference. Elephants and such are pachyderms, but why use a name associated with an ancient sports team?" John turns his head back and faces forward.

The rover had just made it's left turn onto the main part of the driveway and zips off towards the road. He noticed that aside from difference in color. Jason's place was an exact copy of Charlie's.

“Although they are elephant men and are from India predominantly, they have a love for American Football. They also find the word Elephant too... weak? I want to say? Is that right Jack?"

Jack just nods and snickers.

“I don't understand." John admits.

The rover slows down, turns right and swiftly accelerates again. The open air feels great.

“I will try to make it simple." Brian explains. “The proper Hindi word for elephant is Gajraj. Raj is in of itself associated with ancient India's past, long before the British invasion. The raw power and majesty of the elephant became associated with the ruling people of this ancient past. See the cultural connection now?"

“Okay. Yeah. So why not use Gajraj then?"

“It was too difficult for the locals to manage in conversation. Then the elephant men discovered American Football. It was something cultural that existed here, that they easily connected with. Then they discovered the ancient team known as the Green Bay Packers. The whole specific history around that team alone was something they connected with culturally even more. Then they also noticed that the scientific term for their associated animal was pachyderm. So from there forward, they started calling themselves packers. That is the shortest story I could manage." Brian answered.

About that time an approaching identical type rover appeared and turned their way from the intersection up ahead. It zipped by and honked it's horn, as the two familiar passengers waved.

“Wasn't that Nathan and Don in Jason's rover?" John asked while looking back past Brian.

“It sure looked like his rover. Was there a big circular dent in the tailgate?" Jack asked.

“A big circul-...?" John narrowed his eyes and focused on the swiftly departing rover.

He was surprised at how quickly and easily he could see the dent too.

“Yeah. It had one on it alright. It was huge. Like a big elepha-..." He started.

“Elephant. Yup, that is Jason's rover alright." Jack confirmed.

The rover he was riding in slowed down and turned right again.

“I bet somebody has or will have a story to tell. That road back there goes right past Jason's home and then changes into a dirt road beyond the tree line. From there it goes right into the boar men section of the swamp. They either have no clue about where they are going or don't care."

Everyone got a good chuckle out of Brian's observation. John was pretty sure he was the only one out of the three of them that knew most likely why the two men were driving there.

“I could text Charlie and ask him if he knows anything about it." Brian offers.

“Go ahead. We are far enough away from the No Tech Zone barrier to get a good signal again."

Ding, Ding, Ding. The pads of all three men went off at the same time. John immediately took his out of the front shirt pocket.

<Any idea why Nathan and Don were in such a hurry with my rover?> The message read.

<No idea. They passed us on the road near your house and drove on past it.> John texted back.

<Wait. Past it?>

<Yup. All three of us saw it.>

“The plot thickens." Brian says from over John's shoulder, with a snicker.

“What is going on?" Jack inquires.

“Apparently Nathan and Don volunteered to bring the rover back, after they used it for a little trip into the swamp. Jason just let me know that where they are going is too muddy for the little rover."

“Yeah, it's not quite built like this one." Jack laughed loudly.

“Jason just made that comment himself."

<So, did they at least slow down and say high or something?> Jason texted again.

<Nope. They just waved and kept driving.>

<Kids. I swear LOL>

<LOL>

There was a long pause, before Jason replied.

“Well. Guess the boar men get visitors today." Brian observed.

“It certainly looks that way." John agreed.

<Harsha?> Jack briefly decelerates the rover and flips the windshield up.

<He is one of the Elder packers.> John flips the anchor clamp on his side.

“He is the one that put the dent in the tailgate." Brian whispers into John's ear and snickers.

<Will do.> John replies back. The rover speeds back up and then accelerates more. The increased whirring sound of the electric rotors become a steady buzz.

“Is it safe to travel this fast right now?" John asks Jack.

“The harvesters are all in the fields right now and will be for the next couple hours. Not much traffic right now. We should be fine. I got Trakr activated, to warn me of approaching harvesters on the road. We have a busy day and a bit of a drive to the other side of the Crop Circle."

John nodded and turned his attention outside the rover, while letting his mind drift and ponder over his recent experience. Brian shuffled around and laid in the back hauling bed, while Jack very softly hummed to himself along the way. Contrary to what outsiders would think, the view outside the rover did change and was not a persistent continuous wall of golden wheat, occasionally broken up by road intersections. Some intersection were actually shaded with trees and some of the fields had tree boarders, extending the grassy sides further out. They even drove past one patch of land with no field, but an actual park for public gatherings. Right before their final intersection turn and along a seemingly endless gently curving path through the Crop Circle, they began approaching a large long arch bridge. The overhead Slate, that spanned the width of the entrance, advised them to slow down. Jack began decelerating the rover and pointed out the bridge spanned one of the four major service canals, that provided proper irrigation with water from the swamp and the reeds in it act like a natural filter. John spotted a small powered barge moving towards the bridge, along the canal on his side and looked back to see it pass right underneath the thing. Brian shuffled around in back again, as the rover decelerated once more for the upcoming turn back towards the swamp. After the turn, Jack and John flipped the anchor clamps, to lower the windshield back down.

“Well finally got here I see." Brian quipped while leaning forward behind the seat.

“Have a nice nap?" Jack asked.

“Just laid in back and watched the clouds, while thinking about our next stop. It will be nice to see the guys there again."

“That's right. You haven't been to this side since shortly after coming to the swamp."

“I needed a break, after such a unique experience."

“Just how unique are we talking?" John asks neither one in particular after hearing a chuckle.

“That is something you will be finding out about soon enough. First, we need to make a quick stop at Henry's house. Brian has a couple things for him." Jack answered.

“Get ready for what is up ahead. I think you will like this." Brian says softly into John's ear.

The road up ahead of them had a clear termination barrier where the solid gray surface itself ended. There was a elevated beige wooden roadway that took over and allowed it to resume through the tree line. The side railing matched the surface and looked to be rather shapely. John could see the wheat fields flanking the sides swiftly retreat and replaced with familiar wild reed fields and open water. The transition from hard surface to elevated roadway was once again smooth. The new roadway sounded like it was made of wood and brilliantly absorbed the usual hollow echo expected from such a structure. The railing itself had a familiar look like the bridges back at the seed pool.

“Don't bother asking. The wood is alive." Brian whispered into John's right ear.

“Yeah. Pretty much figured that out." John whispered back to Brian.

“Our stopping point is just beyond the tree line." Jack announced and pointed ahead.

As the rover drove closer to the trees, they looked a little different than typical shade trees. Their roots were a bit more robust and the bark was a lot smoother. There was also a couple very large branches that seemed to wind in between them, with extensions dropping down to the ground and water. The extensions resembled trees themselves. Must be a Banyan tree nearby. That likely makes the other ones mature rubber trees. A little bit of home came here with the packers. John could barely see where the treeline ended and then realized the tree canopy beyond simply blended right into it. He checked his Pad and confirmed it shut itself off, as the rover decelerated to a casual crawl. He spotted a moss covered structure about four hundred feet directly ahead of them and was getting a reclaimed-by-nature vibe from the familiar dome type structure. Looking overhead and around, he could see increased presence of the banyan tree. The various support roots that dropped down also served as vertical supports for the elevated roadway and It was like it and the surrounding banyan tree roots were merged together. Where the tree roots touched the dome structure, they spread out and followed the seams in between the triangular panels and eventually connected with each other. The elevated roadway split and wrapped around the structure, with more vertical support roots connecting to the outer edges.

Just as the rover came within two car lengths of the dome structure and began turning around, John panned his head around and found out just how extensive the banyan tree presence was on this side of the tree line barrier. At least half of the trees, dotting the open shallow water beyond the elevated roadway, were the same vertical support roots. A familiar distance fog effect was immediately noticed, as well as the ambient lighting level was subdued here and took on a mild green tint. The air was also heavier and his nostrils reacted to familiar scents. This was very different from what John had ever seen before. Total integration of two worlds.

“Okay, everyone out. Let's go meet our host." Jack announced after the rover stopped.

John got out and simply just stood there and then slowly walked forward from the rover, watching and hearing the elevated roadway at the tree line suddenly change. One would swear from the sounds, that the wood was being torn apart. It was just simply flexing, as a big section of it simply began angling upwards. Connecting vines were seen flexing and assisting with the lift into it's vertical position. He could barely see beyond it, that the same thing was happening on the other side of the tree line. Then the treeline itself somehow seemed to close the opening and then made it look like nothing ever went through it. He had no words for what he just seen.

“Pretty cool, huh buddy." Jack said from behind him.

John turned around and saw his mentor standing there naked again.

“That would be one way to describe it." John replied.

“We are officially back in the swamp and don't need the clothes now. I'm sure your cock will appreciate the freedom as well. Especially now that it is a little bigger." Jack smirked.

John was quickly reminded of this as the pants he was wearing quickly began to get tight and uncomfortable in the crotch area. The breathing of the infused air was having the obvious effect on his system. Jack helped with him getting the uniform off and was grateful he didn't wait any longer. His cock was definitely getting bigger already and demonstrated just how firm it was by springing past the waistband of his underwear, before slapping his exposed belly. Both got a chuckle out of that. He looked down and was a bit surprised how much more of his cock was visible now. The upgraded length and thickness of his cock was very arousing to see. John couldn't help but reach down and begin stroking it. It's thickness was just like that of a beer can and the length had to be at least ten inches. The sensation feedback he got was powerful and triggered the mental impulse that he had to immediately cum. Then he smelled a familiar maple scent come from his cock, as syrup began dripping out of the end of it. Words failed to describe the exact sensation he was getting from the flow of the syrup through his cock. It was like the combination of using a sounding rod inside it and having the orgasm at the same time. But the orgasm was being drawn out as a really long steady pulse and simply flowed right out of him. He took his free hand and caught some of the dripping syrup, before raising it to his face and licking it clean. That tasted so good. It made him throb harder. Then when he lowered his hand back down, he saw a grinning Jack looking back at him over his shoulder and leaning against the front of the rover, holding his ass cheeks apart.

“How about you take your upgraded cock for a test drive buddy?" Came the invitation.

“Oh fuck yes." John replied, as he walked right up and replaced Jack's hands with his own.

He looked down to visually guide his dripping cock right to the visible anal opening and then slowly pushed forward, watching as the muscle ring expanded over his flesh through the initial entry. His ears could hear the distinct wet tapping sound of syrup hitting the surface between their feet and smelled the syrup, as he slowly slid his cock over Jack's prostate. The gator man had his arms spread out wide and was gripping the hood of the rover, while groaning with satisfaction. John would pause and pull out some, then sink back in a little further.

“That's good buddy. Nice and slow. Make me savor every inch of that big fuck stick. Then once you sink all the way in, hold it there and decide what you want to do. Your a gator man now. You can either just leave it there and fill me or fill and fuck me. Choice is yours." Jack offered.

John then slowly pushed all the way in and stopped, before leaning across the man's back.

Jack then felt the flow of the syrup into his gut increase and heard John moan from behind him, as he felt the chest and belly rest on his back and the head sideways between the shoulder blades.

“I just want to stand here for a while with you and simply look out into this amazing scenery around us. I would also like to keep slowly filling you." John replied and chuckled.

“We can do both. We can do both." Jack assured, while reaching back to rub John's head.

Meanwhile Brian had finished unpacking the rover and set three small heavy duty steel encased crates down at one of the triangular panels, that happened to be the only one not covered in moss. The panel itself almost completely blended in with the moss covering the structure and was dark brown. As usual he could barely see the three dividing seams, that split the triangle into two sliding doors. He lingered a bit and marveled at the sheer genius behind the packer's integrated design of the whole structure. He was about to turn back towards the rover, when a familiar face attached to a fully nude burly body appeared around the bend of the dome. He immediately put a finger up to his lips and jerked his head behind him towards the rover. Brian was grateful the elevated platform didn't make the usual creaking sounds. He simply walked forward and gave Henry a big hug, before both of them turned and walked back to where the man came from behind the dome. Brian noted he still kept his dark brown hair on top buzzed off and his matching thick beard trimmed short as well. The buzzed haircut was something of a tradition among the special men dedicated to the packers. It still looked great on his well tanned skin. They both repeated the be-quiet gesture, as they approached his two sons, that were approaching around the bend behind him. They got a hug at the same time from Brian.

“Hey Justin. Brad. How have you been?" He asked quietly.

“Adjusting." They replied in unison and snickered quietly.

Brian stepped back a bit and was genuinely pleased at how much they looked just like their dad at the same age points of eighteen and twenty two. Brad had yet to develop a belly and was still average in build. Justin already had his belly and burly just like Henry. Both were already covered with a generous amount of dark brown body hair, to match that on their heads. Well, as much as could be seen. They preferred to keep it buzzed quite short, just like their dad. Obvious sign they were following in his foot steps of dedication. Neither of their beards were all that full yet, but were still kept trimmed short. The fullness would come soon enough. They seemed to have adjusted well enough to Henry's life in the swamp and had the healthy tan to prove it. They also had Henry's great muscle tone in the arms and legs. Another benefit of being dedicated to the packers.

“Yeah. I can see that." Brian observed and pointed down to the reddened recently used cocks, which further confirmed packer dedication with slightly increased size. Both boys simply grinned.

“Brad finally turned eighteen two days ago. So this was his first trip into the swamp. Their mom was her expected dismissive self, with allowing his move out here to live with Justin and me. As far as she is concerned, he is now just a authorized visiting guest." Henry commented bitterly.

“Still a devoted Acolyte I take it?" Brain asked with a smirk.

“Oh yeah. She was already making final organizing arrangements for the planned protest by her group today."

“Wait. The same protest that was announced on the Nexus by HAHC?"

“Mom is now secretary of the organization." Brad commented.

“The group always suspected the mayor was sympathetic to people like you Brian."

“Their attempted smear campaign made that quite obvious." Justin added. “Brad was there some of the time and had to hear some of the “interesting" things they had to say about the mayor, during the monthly group meetings mom would host."

“You would swear they were black balling a fellow Acolyte for cheating on his wife with another man." Brad criticized.

“Which is hilarious, when you consider Mayor Chancy is neither Acolyte or Neophyte. A required prerequisite for a Kansas City mayor." Henry added.

“Good grief. I bet you find the divorce to be a blessing." Brian observed.

Everyone got a good chuckle out of that one, before Henry and his two sons parted to retrieve the three crates, while Brain walked further the other way around to the back of the dome. He was not at all surprised to find a naked twelve foot tall Indian Elephant, standing on two legs and waiting for him in back. The shared swamp joke of the packers having two trunks popped into his head, the moment he walked up and was eye level with the packer's huge flaccid cock. Aside from not having the wrinkled skin... it literally looked like a short, fat and smooth version of an elephant's trunk. It was in a semi flaccid state and the end was even with the packer's knees. He then looked up and saw the wide gold bands around each tusk, engraved with familiar Hindi script.

“Hello Harsha." Brian greeted with an affectionate pat on the trunk.

“Greetings Brian. It has been many months since you were here last." Harsha observed. “We were concerned that your previous experience was too intense and likely to not see you for years. The ones that brought you here, should have waited and given you more time to adjust more to life outside the city, as well as adjust to this life afterwards."

“Eloquent words as always Harsha. I had different words in mind, when it comes to the subject of Ben and Sam. They tend to be too... attentive."

“On that, we are in agreement."

Harsha lowered to a knee and bent down to give Brian a gentle hug, then raised back up.

“Is the new gator man in better condition for his visit to our domain?" Harsha asked.

“Oh yes. He has already been to the seed pool and engaged with a milker man, before he had his first change this morning. Under the circumstances, it was great of Jason to offer his empty harvester building for that."

“The milker men have proven to be very capable men."

“The packers get partial thanks for that. After all, you do play a vital role in the process itself."

“How much does the new one know?"

“Between him spending submerged sleep time in the seed pool and riding in the watercraft, he probably knows about eighty to ninety percent of everything."

“Wouldn't the time linked with the watercraft made it more like ninety to one hundred?"

“He wasn't connected long enough to experience going that far into the shared memory."

“Plenty of time for him to learn the rest. Speaking of the new one."

Harsha then bobbed his head up and pointed with his tusks towards the other five appearing around the dome. Henry and his sons were up front and bowed their heads toward him, as they carried the expected cargo past him. He then locked eyes with the new one, who simply froze in place the moment the packer was seen by him.

“Holy shit! He is beautiful!" John exclaimed, when he saw the twelve foot tall packer.

He walked briskly up towards Harsha and then stopped right in front of him, before roaming over the huge beast's power form with his eyes. Brian associated the look with that of his son, when he got a new toy at a birthday party. The packer let loose a deep soft chuckle and lowered to one knee, then lowered his upper half to a hand and brought himself eye level with John.

“Greetings new one and welcome to the domain of the Packers. We have been patiently waiting for you. May your visit be an enlightening and pleasurable one for you as well."

John simply stood there, retaining the big smile and wide eyed look on his face.

“Hey. Your drooling. John." Jack then softly cleared his throat into an ear.

“Oh. Sorry." John finally said after blinking and then blushing.

“I will take that as praise for my presence and... thank you." Harsha replies.

He then raises back up to his feet, then steps aside and motions with his trunk towards a huge floating square platform, made of the same glowing and shimmering stuff as at the village and watercraft. Henry and his sons were already on it and sitting on the loaded crates. This platform differed from the one at village in more than just shape. It appeared to be tethered to nothing and had what looked like four foot tall tree trunks at the corners, but were missing the top half of the tree.

“I'll show how those work, once everyone gets on board." Harsha assured from behind.

The Packer then politely excused himself past everyone and moved to one of the tree trunks at the two outer corners. John took note that the platform only dipped slightly when he stepped onto it and maintained a floating height he judged to be about twelve feet above the water. Level with the rest of the elevated area. The size of Harsha made it easy to also judge the size of the platform itself and estimated it to be big enough to adequately hold nine basic rovers. He then noticed the Packer simply stood at the trunk and didn't move. John walked up beside him to see what was happening and watched as the huge cock firmed up, while syrup began dripping from the big opening in the end of it and onto the flat exposed tree trunk surface facing up. The trunk itself then began making a familiar wet organic ripping sound, as that surface flexed and opened like an iris. He then saw a familiar type reddish lubed tube, with a bulb like end and as big around as his thigh, extend up towards the packer's cock. The end split open into three triangular sections, as a thin tendril extended outward and made contact with his cock. It soon found the opening and sunk itself in, while the rest of the tube extended further and began sliding over his cock. Harsha lot out a soft soothing rumble, as the tube finished taking all of his cock and sealing it's triangular sections against his skin.

“Now let's be on our way." Harsha announced to everyone and then looked down at John.

While John knew what glorious sensations the packer was experiencing, he was utterly stunned that this massive beautiful creature demonstrated profound mental clarity and not loose himself to the lust. Harsha extended a hand and rubbed it back and forth through John's hair, while extending his trunk and caressed the man's chin with the end of it.

“Just keep looking into my eyes young one and do as I say. Our domain is a place that will soon become very familiar to you. It is a place that one can easily loose themselves in." Harsha advised.

“Should I sit down or something?" John asked.

“No. Just keep your focus on my eyes and your ears focused on my voice. Let me be the only thing that is important to you. Trust in me to be your center of tranquility, and let everything else that may tempt your senses fade to the background. Nod if you understand." John said nothing and nodded.

Before he did as instructed and began focusing on Harsha specifically.

His ears caught the faint hint of a distant and familiar erotic chorus echoing in the distance.

His nose detected the air becoming more infused with a familiar and very potent scent.

His eyes caught glimpses of the others on the platform pleasuring each other quietly.

His senses then began to loose track of these things, as the words were repeated.

“Trust in me to be your center of tranquility, and let everything else that may tempt your senses fade to the background." Harsha kept rubbing the hair and stroking his chin slowly and sensually.

John was quite sure his cock was hard and drooling syrup by now, but he didn't care and had no desire to do anything about it. He just wanted to simply stand there and listen to the soothing voice. The platform finally began moving and smoothly picked up speed, while also raising another eight feet above the water. It then leveled off and maintained a steady speed like that of a brisk bicycle ride. The surroundings gradually changed, as the floating platform silently took them further into packer domain. The lighting level became a bit more subdued, while the light itself became more ambient. The surrounding vertical support roots became more numerous and grouped a little closer together. Fog began to appear and add to the mild green illumination. Patches of solid land became visible again below them, before the fog density dramatically increased with the air infusion. Soon, all that was visible were the branches and support roots. Soon the only sounds heard was the low hum of the platform and the familiar wet sounds of pleasure from the others. The platform occasionally dipped slightly and he got the subtle feeling there were now more people riding the platform. A mass transit system? Just as his mind was tempted to engage his senses with the source, he heard the words again and kept his gaze locked with the eyes of Harsha.

“Trust in me to be your center of tranquility, and let everything else that may tempt your senses fade to the background."

John then felt two hands gently grip his shoulders, that had the same physical presence as the one rubbing his head. He then felt another trunk glide across one side of his face and then down to begin sensually rubbing his belly. It felt like a elephant trunk should, but it was lubricated with something slick. His nose briefly caught the hint of olive oil. The impulse to engage his senses and the surroundings began to materialize in his thoughts.

“Trust in me to be your center of tranquility, and let everything else that may tempt your senses fade to the background."

What was it about that voice and words. The sheer power of them. It was motivating him to exert an astonishing amount of control over the lust building inside him. Every time he would mentally reach the point of letting his desire guide his thoughts, those words would filter in and calm him down. He would then forget about the need to seek and engage the things happening around him.

“Be in the moment and live only in the moment. Do not think about the outcome."

John felt the trunk rubbing his belly shift and glide past his throbbing cock, then under his crotch and back up past his ass. It flexed firmly and began lifting him up, while the hands kept him steady. His legs then made contact with something huge and smooth, as the trunk pulled him back against a large chest. The hand rubbing his head was replaced with a mild thump of something very firm. A tusk. The trunk caressing his chin moved and began caressing the other side of his face. He wanted so much to finally let go, but the words remained and kept him afloat above the wave of lust.

“Trust in me to be your center of tranquility, and let everything else that may tempt your senses fade to the background. Be in the moment and live only in the moment. Do not think about the outcome."

The huge smooth thing, that was obviously the cock of the packer holding him, began flexing. It would get firm and rise up, making contact with his throbbing bobbing cock. Then relax and drop back down, while rubbing every inch inside his legs. While in it's up position it would bob and tap against his cock a couple times. The need to engage came back stronger this time. He was sure there was likely a large puddle of his syrup forming at the feet of the packer holding him.

John then felt the trunk caressing his face move and glide down his body, across his belly. It paused briefly at his cock and wrapped around it. Then gave it a firm squeeze, before letting go and continuing down to his legs and wrapping around his knees. The other cock had stopped bobbing at this point, while the trunk holding him flexed again and pulled him away from the chest. Harsha was holding his gaze, as his limp body was slowly lowered down to the platform. The trunk around his knees shifted and completely wrapped around his legs, while the other trunk retreated from his lower body and shifted to cradling his head. The two hands on his shoulders then shifted behind them. He felt the pool of syrup from his cock spread up his back and over his ass cheeks, as he was gently lowered completely onto the platform. He wanted to...

There was those powerful words again and those eyes held his gaze. He simply nodded and let himself remain limp. He then felt the trunk and hands behind him shift again, as his upper body was raised slightly and then brought back down into what felt like someone's large thigh. He felt his head glide across the flesh of a huge cock along the way, then felt that same cock flex and relax, before settling down across his torso. His arms ended up pinned at his sides, by the legs of the packer behind him. A hand began gently patting and caressing his face, as Harsha's trunk uncoiled itself from his legs and went somewhere else out of sight. The elder packer then lowered his huge head down to John's face, touching his chest with the base of his trunk and lightly pressing his tusks against the arms.

“You have successfully kept yourself afloat, where most people sink and drown. Consumed by their uncontrolled need for the conclusion, without appreciating the individual moments. Just as much pleasure can be experienced in the individual moments of that journey, as the entire journey itself. I know you feel it building inside you. The need to let go. There is no question about the tremendous pleasure one experiences from that. However, one can learn to appreciate the pleasures of each individual moment. Let the essence of it remain with you and add it's presence to the next one. Making that next experience more pleasurable than experiencing it alone. When one learns this simple thing and teaches their mind to control the flow, they achieve a profound understanding of what pleasure can be, when not consumed and rushed by the harsh waves of raw lust. Are you ready for that understanding young John?" Harsha's voice was profoundly hypnotic at this moment.

John proceeded to speak and was stopped with a single large finger to his lips.

“Words are not needed for those seeking this understanding." Came the voice from behind him.

He simply held Harsha's gaze and nodded.

“Kiran will now be your guide."

“Close your eyes now. Only feel and listen." Kiran said from behind him.

John closed his eyes, then felt large feet move in between his arms and the other packer's legs. Large fingers gripped his ankles and spread his legs, before pinning down the ankles themselves.

“Feel my belly against your head. Feel me breathe and breathe with me the same way."

John smiled and enjoyed the sensation of the belly rising and falling just beyond his head. He then felt large hands pick his own up and place each of them on very large muscled shins, while feeling the attached feet rest at his sides. His elbows ended up being cradled between the large toe and the next one beside it. The hands gave him a pat, to let him know to keep his hands where they are. He felt something very large and warm glide across his legs. It's texture was wrinkled and leathery to the touch. It was however not slick. He then felt it glide up his throbbing cock and disappear.

“Trust in me to be your center of tranquility, and let everything else, but what you feel, fade to the background. Be in the moment and live only in the moment. Do not give in. Do not drown. Let your yourself move steadily with the flow." Came Kiran's replacement guiding voice.

A intensely warm presence then swiftly enveloped John's throbbing cock, stopping only until the same huge warm leathery presence was pressed against his legs and a focused pulsing ring of warmth gripped the base of his cock. The temptation to open his eyes and confirm what he suspected actually did happen hit him hard. But was quickly vanquished.

“Do not give in. Breathe." Came the unified reinforcement from both. He nodded. He breathed.

The warm pulsing muscular ring then clinched firmly around his cock and very slowly raised itself up his throbbing shaft, as the huge warm presence of the packers leathery ass lifted off his legs. It kept rising until it glided off his cock head and disappeared. The pulsing ring then returned and descended back down his shaft just as slowly. The muscles in his back tensed, to move his cock up and meet that irresistible warmth halfway. A trunk came down and applied gentle firm pressure to his belly, while two large hands placed themselves over his forearms and kept them firmly planted in place, just as he got the impulse to move them somewhere for leverage. He was astounded by the how much control these massive beautiful beasts had over their bodies. He barely felt the weight at all on himself.

“Do not give in. Breathe. Just feel and breathe." Came the voice of Kiran alone.

He was kept anchored in place as the pulsing ring of warmth finished the descent. It then stopped and held it's spot. Then it repeated the cycle and stopped once more. He did better this time and tried to react less. The breathing got easier, as he slowly became less tense.

“Just feel and breathe."

The warmth retreated and descended again.

His breathing remained calm that time.

“Very good young John. You know the moments. Now flow with them and not have lust crash into you. Do not give in. Just feel and breathe." The pulsing ring of warmth remained in place.

“Are you ready young John?" John nodded. The ring then ascended and disappeared again.

When it returned, more resistance was applied to his cock's entry. The surge of lust returned at it's most powerful and rose to heights that threatened to crush him like a tsunami wave. He did not move. He waited for the moment. The pulsing warm ring descended at a faster normal pace this time. He waited until he felt those huge warm hips make contact with his legs and that warm ring grip his cock at the base. The moment the warm fleshy ring began to move up his throbbing shaft, he let himself savor it more. But his body did not move. He simply rode the wave and flowed with it.

“Yes." Came the encouraging word from Harsha, as he felt more syrup flow into him.

“Now let yourself feel a little more and enjoy that moment." Kiran added.

The warm pulsing ring disappeared and gave him a little time to prepare, before returning with the same resistance on the way down. He was ready this time and allowed himself to feel the depths of that wonderful warm fleshy tunnel beyond the ring. He could have sworn he also felt the platform under him press slightly upward against him. He savored the feel of that immense warmth and nothing more. Then the ring gripped again and made it's ascent. He felt the syrup flow stronger that time.

“Yes. More." Harsha encouraged.

“More John." Kiran added.

The warm ring did not leave his cock this time and came down a bit faster, with the same resistance. He felt that push from under him again. There was no pause this time and that wonderful warm fleshy tunnel ascended again, with a slightly stronger grip. His syrup flow increased again.

“More." Came the unified response.

The hold on his body remained. He was still not allowed to move and simply remained in place, as the huge beast proceeded to milk him with his hungry ass. The descent came fast this time and then ascended quicker. The push on his back was harder as well. John was encouraged to feel more and listen around him. The milking hungry ass increased it's pace and the platform reacted again. There was now a definable presence of syrup that was trickling down onto his chest and covering it in a warm slimy blanket. He then heard more than just the two packers near him. His ears heard the voices of many. They were saying the same two words with Harsha. The voices were falling into sync, like they were chanting. The platform under him was definitely moving vertically and appeared to be simulating the bobbing motion of a boat. He then realized the chanting and bobbing had a synchronized rhythm.

“Time for your reward. Open your eyes." Kiran told him, in between the chanting words.

John did just that and was greeted to the potent sight of seeing a huge elephant fucking himself on his cock, while stroking that huge throbbing cock with his trunk. The syrup coming out of it's large center hole was almost gushing and he guessed that there was likely just as much being milked out of his own body. Even the flow of it seemed to be keeping rhythm with the chanting and bobbing of the platform. Normally his mind would be racing and powerful words would be flowing form his mouth, in the midst of such a mind shattering potent experience. He tried to talk, but was having trouble forming words. A large finger pressed to his lips.

“Words are not needed. Just watch and ride the flow. Let him have all he wants from you."

Kiran's finger then pushed his head to look past the thigh it was resting on. Not much was visible, but he did see that there was more packers in the same moving sexual position as Harsha. All of them stroking their own huge throbbing gushing cocks with their trunks. He then felt the pressure lifted off his belly and forearms, as Kiran gently extracted himself from under John. He turned his head back to Harsha, just when he felt and heard everything stop. The packer stopped his bouncing and simply held his controlled sitting position, but the warm fleshy ring did not stop pulsing and continued to milk him. Harsha then stopped stroking his huge gushing cock and they both locked eyes with each other. It seemed like the packer looked right into his soul and then let go of the gushing cock, letting it fall and slap wetly against John's torso. The end of it landed very close to his face. He felt the warm syrup surging out of it had the same pulsing rhythm as the warm fleshy ring wrapped around his own cock. The flowing syrup lapped at his chin, before departing and ran down both sides of his neck.

“Drink." The tone in the voice was still encouraging, but had a hint of being commanding.

Harsha then picked up the trickling end with his trunk and put it right in John's face. Although the cock obscured most of his view, he could still see the packer holding his gaze beyond it. He just nodded and dared to reach up with his own hands and grip the huge cock. It was so big and had a pulse like a beating heart. The thing felt absolutely wonderful in his hands. The packer nodded with approval and let go of the cock, as it began to firm up again.

“Do not let go. Drink." The slightly commanding words were echoed beyond him as well.

He then felt his head being gently raised and set back down on a firm pillow.

“Drink." Came the word again.

John nodded slightly and opened his mouth. The warm fragrant syrup flowed inside his mouth and rolled over his tongue, then descended down his throat. His brain was suddenly hit by a singular strong impulse and found himself suddenly gulping it down.

“Drink." Came the chanted word again.

His belly gurgled in response.

“Drink."

His mind became singularly focused on the one task.

“Drink."

He could feel his belly start to expand.

“Drink."

The syrup was still being milked from him and gushed with the same pulsing rhythm now.

“Drink."

His mouth and throat began falling into sync with the pulsing.

“Drink."

The surrounding world began to grow dimmer, as the green color in the air gained intensity.

“Drink."

Harsha's eyes remained fixed on him and began to glow green, as the air infusion increased.

“Drink."

John's belly was approaching its firm limits.

“Drink."

The glow in the eyes became brighter, as everything beyond them became shades of green.

“Stop."

His body reacted and he stopped. Harsha reached out with his trunk and gently took the gushing cock from John's hands, as they fell limply past the packer's feet.

“Now..."

A familiar singular very strong impulse manifested in his mind and then crashed through it once again with the strength of a tsunami wave.

“RELEASE!" Harsha trumpeted in unison with the other packers.

John's entire body ceased and tensed. The flow of syrup erupting through his cock surged with the same intensity, as when he plunged into Jack's ass back at the harvester building and swung with him on that sling, turning his beloved mentor into a spurting gushing extension of his own cock. The crescendo of synchronous moans was sweet music to his ears. John found himself completely covered and soaked with syrup at this point, as Harsha broke the deep gaze with John and swiftly lifted himself off his gushing cock. John was briefly reminded of just how dense the surrounding green tinted fog had become, as the packer seamed to almost completely disappear in his erected standing position.

“RELEASE!" The packers trumpeted again in unison.

This time the moans were joined by the trumpet of elephants, as the syrup continued to surge forth from his cock with the same intensity. He was powerless to stop it and simply laid there convulsing, as his body resumed ejecting all the syrup it had to offer. He was beyond words to even explain how this was possible and had brief flash backs to the tree pod plant experience.

Harsha's form in the fog then rapidly regained total green tinted clarity. He descended swiftly onto John in spread eagle form and stopped himself from crushing the hapless living convulsing syrup fountain of a gator man, with astonishing strength and control over his massive body. Only his curled trunk touched the man...

...right on his gurgling belly.

Those glowing green eyes seized his gaze.

“Now young John. Let go." Harsha said very softly and comfortingly.

He did exactly that and stopped convulsing. The tsunami wave of lust in his mind consumed him, as Harsha broke the gaze and began moving his head downward towards John's gushing cock, uncurling his trunk along the way and draping it across his torso. He then felt the exquisite warmth of that huge mouth, as it completely surrounded and engulfed his surging cock. The air filled with soft gulping sounds, as the platform under him vibrated with the packers rumbles of gratification and satisfaction.

There was no energy left in the body to convulse any more.

There was no more moments to savor.

There was no conclusion, that patiently waited for his arrival.

There was only the blissful satisfaction of being nursed of what he had left in his gurgling belly.

John let his head roll to the side and met the gaze of Brian nearby. He also had the same look in his eyes of staring off into empty space and the grin of a man thoroughly satisfied. Just before the familiar warm embrace of unconsciousness took him, he did manage a brief moment of sensory clarity and could swear he heard the sound of the syrup slowly running into water. Just before he closed his eyes, a single hummingbird flew nearby and hovered in his vision. It floated away a little and began bobbing it's head down, to take a drink of the syrup flowing around him. It chattered lively with approval and then darted away. John smiled and lightly stroked the warm elephant trunk, that laid across his shoulder and behind his head, then closed his eyes.

E P I L O G U E

The floating platform resumed it's predetermined path, as it drifts over familiar elevated walkways in the green zone. Its presence is spotted by a small group of milker men crossing one of them, as they exchange waves with a packer lounging near it's edge and letting his trickling flaccid cock hang over the edge. The sight is well received by the men and they show their approval by moving their hips, to make their hard cocks bounce up and down. The packer returns the sentiment and flings his cock up a couple times, “blessing" the men with his syrup. Harsha rolls over and reverses his reclining position, with his head resting in hand on his elbow, then softly strokes John's peaceful sleeping body with his trunk. The surrounding air begins to make a familiar transition, as the floating platform passes through the rainbow tinted termination barrier of the seed pool sector. Sunlight begins to filter through the overhead tree canopy as it emerges and begins floating high in the air amid giant rubber trees, within a classic jungle setting. Harsha's ears detects the sound of deep hooting in the distance and motions Kiran with his free hand to silence the source. The packer walked to the nearby corner and quickly spotted the gorilla men in the distant trees. He knew they could see him now and he gave them the most intense and displeased stare. The hooting immediately stopped. Him and Harsha nodded at each other with approval. The filtering sunlight was heating up the syrup that coated everything and everyone on the platform. They would need to clean up soon, before they got uncomfortably sticky.

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