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NATURE CALLS: JOHN'S ORIENTATION

People sometimes become too complacent with their perception of the world around them. This is a process that happens as a combination of their own desire to stop seeking new challenges and their surrounding world being too attentive with reinforcing this mentality. Although John has successfully made the effort to break free of complacency, he is about to be exposed to new things that insure he doesn't become complacent again.

As John and the two gator men got closer to the eighth tree cluster, the surroundings began taking on a series of radical changes. The fog was the first to change, by first loosing it's density and then rapidly dropping down to thin ribbons of film flowing over the walkway. The persistent draft blowing throughout the enchanted swamp picked up strength and had become an actual persistent wind. The source was directly ahead, where the sound of a lot of cascading water could be heard. The lighting level was also dramatically increasing and signs of a normal sky could be seen above, through the thinning tree canopy. The birds were still overhead and there were still plenty of hanging flowering plants everywhere. The maple scent and air infusion was loosing it's presence just as rapidly, as they approached the tree cluster and for the first time see clearly what was beyond it. The interior of this tree cluster was lit by sunlight filtering down through their interlocked branches, highlighting the present pitcher plants in a healthy natural light. The fungus growing all around the the bark of the trees, varied wildly across the color spectrum. The scene within the trees looked like it belonged more in someone's painting than here in a enchanted swamp literally fueled by sex.

“Pitcher plant time." Chester and Tom said in unison, before each sat down in one.

John nodded towards them and sat down in one himself. It probably was for the best.

Chester and Tom didn't spend very long in their plants and were quickly out on their feet.

“So how did John handle his encounter with Charlie?" Chester asked.

“Which part, the big social life reveal or the fucking of Charlie's cock?" Tom countered.

“Cheeky. Social part first."

“Thanks to his exposure to our life here, he didn't have too much trouble wrapping his mind around the life milker men live. He doesn't know everything. Plenty of time to learn the rest. I think he was actually a little impressed."

“Impressed you say. That in of itself is very promising. What about the sexual part?"

“He handled the incest factor of milker man life a lot better than how he was handling what we did back in the garden. I think both encounters helped him to finally sort some conflicting things out. Although using his own cock to sound another man's much thicker cock was a new intense experience for him, the overall session itself didn't seem to require much mental adjustment on his part. After you parted ways with us briefly, he made several comparative references to his experiences at the sex club in the city."

“I think he will find the comparisons between that place and here becoming less divergent in the near future. Change is coming and those like Danny and Max intend to keep up with them."

“So they found a way for us to establish presence within the city finally?"

“Not us gators directly. We will be working through someone else more capable within the urban environment and understands men like him better. Plus something like them fits the overall theme and tone of the club anyway. This will make the men more receptive to their presence at the club and neutralize the threat of unwanted outside attention. The location is also being moved to the edge of the city by the shipyard. This will work in our favor for future club improvements."

“Sounds like The Bear Cave will finally earn it's name." Both had a hearty laugh together.

“So what are you two having a good belly laugh about?" John asked from an open plant.

“Just sharing a little inside joke about your favorite place in the city, champ." Tom quipped.

“Yeah. Pretty sure I heard them all."

“We heard from other guys that the place has been struggling a little lately."

“Well... not financially. Money had never been a problem for the owners. It's just that the recent election saw a change of hands to a Acolyte mayor, who has up-scaling plans for the neighborhood. Due to the purpose the sex club serves, that is not considered upscale. So now it has to move."

“You seem to know a lot about what is going on." Chester observed. Tom nodded.

“It is a situation that has been slowly developing over the last year. All of us guys at the club talked about it. Some in the past have even volunteered information on people they might know, that can help with finding it a new home by the shipyard. This eventually got the owner's attention of course. I guess it turned out to be something after all. The night before I came out here, there was posted confirmation that it was indeed being moved to a new location by the shipyard. All members and patrons were notified that there would be a temporary closing during it's move over the next week. The owner also asked to not be bothered during that week, so he could focus all his attention on the move and get the place fully operational again on time."

“I guess that means we might see a spike in visitors then." Chester ventured with a big grin.

“Yeah. Maybe. This might be a bit much for some of the club patrons." John chided.

“They don't know unless they try." Tom offered.

“So. Are we really and finally at the seed pool?" John asked.

Chester and Tom were intentionally standing between John and what was behind them during the brief conversation. Both of them nodded at each other, then parted and stepped aside.

John's eyes got quite big, as he slowly walked out beyond the tree cluster and stopped. Directly ahead of him was another twenty four feet of walkway, connected to a pair of massive trees. They marked the beginning of a bridge that stretched far out over the open air and connected with another pair of matching trees at the other end. His eyes had yet to fully adjust to the normal light again, forcing him to squint them and see across the bridge. There was definitely something there. A gate maybe?

Chester and Tom walked up beside him and smiled, before giving him a polite nudge to follow. All three walked slowly, giving John's eyes enough time to adjust and take in the scenery changes. He could see the surrounding swamp environment slowly part and drop away, beyond the walkway railing, as they approached the trees. Both of them reminded him of certain gigantic pine trees from another place he visited as a kid. They were not as massive as those trees, but close enough. As he walked up to the bridge, he could see that the walkway physically continued, but the support structure radically changed beyond the pair of trees. It was like a living organic version of what was used on suspension bridges and visually looked a lot like it. Huge clumps of air ferns lined the length of the sagging main connecting vine, that was as thick as his legs. The vertical connectors were less thick like his arms and had a big glow crystal embedded in each of them. He guessed this was quite beautiful to walk at night.

John ventured further out into the sunlight and onto the bridge itself. He kept walking slowly with the other two and looking around. It was like where the bridge was sitting, nothing else existed. This illusion was reinforced further, when he walked up to the rail on one side and looked down. He couldn't begin to guess a far down the fog was. Only that is was impossibly thick and the only sign anything was down there at all, was the sound of cascading water. Once they reached the middle of the bridge, John could see the other end more clearly and what it was attached to. It was like looking at some really old wall ruin, with vines and trees growing all around it. As they walked closer to the seed pool area, some of the trees looked like they were part of the wall. The closer they got, the taller the wall seemed to get. There was no visible sign of a foundation. It just simply went down and disappeared into the fog below. Was this some sort of fat squat tower or something?

“So what exactly was this place, before you guys repurposed it for your own use? Like maybe some sort of abandoned grain silo, that Nature slowly began taking back...sort of thing?" John then looked at Chester and Tom. They were standing at the end of the bridge and smirking. “Seriously? Who would build such a thing in the middle of the swamp anyway? A swamp is no place to store grain. It's too wet. It would be different if this was like really old and was here before the... flood. Of course."

“Score another point for the champ." Tom quipped.

“So if this thing was here before the flood, that would make it and the swamp very old. I didn't see any sign of the domed roof back at the middle of the bridge. I suppose the storm that created the swamp tore that off. It must have torn the doors off as well. I can see what is behind you and those are not metal doors." Chester and Tom turned, then turned back and nodded.

“Well check out Mr. Engineer here." Chester teased, with a clap on the shoulder.

“So how lon-..."

“How about you save the rest for Danny and Max. They were the ones that supervised the modification of this place and make it into the seed pool it is today." Chester advised.

“Meanwhile, check out the view behind you." Tom added.

John turned around and was stunned by what he saw. The scene they left behind looked like some jungle out of a legend. The fog from below slowly climbed vertically over the vegetation of the swamp beyond the bridge and then faded as it got close to where the bridge connected with the twin massive trees. He had to put both hands up over his eyes, to deflect some of the evening sun, to see if anything could even be seen beyond the initial tree line. Instead, all he could see was partially fog obscured vegetation. The birds from the swamp could barely be heard over the cascading water, concealed below them by the fog. He then panned his focus left and right along the swamp barrier, to see if he could spot where two of the other three bridges connected. The further away from his spot he looked, the more obscured the vegetation details became. John adopted a slow walking circle where he was standing, as he went over multiple variables and figures in his head. Chester and Tom just stood there, folded their arms and waited, while watching him occasionally pantomime going through a book or writing on some unseen writing wall board.

“So is this like a surveyor thing?" Tom leans in and asks Chester quietly.

“Nah. More of a science person thing." Chester whispers back.

“Was this something you did at one time?"

“Oh. On rare occasion, when dealing with a tough problem."

“Ah. I would have otherwise thought we did something that somehow broke him."

“Bit of an exaggeration, don't you think?"

“No. The moment he started pacing and doing all that. I immediately got worried."

“About what?"

“About what the fuck Danny and Max would do to us, if we did break him."

“They wouldn't really hurt us."

“No. But they sure as hell would use us and then I would definitely feel a little broken."

Chester snickered and John stopped, then looked at them accusingly.

“It's not you. Really." Tom said apologetically.

John shrugged.

“So?" Chester asked in a coaxing tone.

“Considering the structure behind you was once a grain bin, then it's diameter would be about 192 feet. The span of the bridge looks to be the same. The spacing between each tree cluster along the walkway is about 24 feet and the space inside them to be 8 across. There is also 8 tree clusters. So that brings us to a total diameter of 832. Oh yeah there are also layers added, as you get closer towards the seed pool. Plus the area under the bridges could be..."

“Hey John..." Tom interrupted. John sighs.

“...there could be as many as 100 men in this place right now and they not even see each other."

“I'll take you word for it sweetheart." Chester comments. “Are we ready now?"

John and Tom nod. Chester puts his hand up to the huge twelve foot tall square gate and gives it a push. The gate itself splits and opens the rest of the way on it's own, swinging on organic hinges like those that hold the glowing plant pod halves together. Close visual inspection shows both swinging gate sections to be made of the same vine material as found on the bridge and likely just as tough.

The moment all three walked through the gate, Chester simply pushed on one section and both of them closed by themselves. John noticed the gate itself set inside a organic looking frame. Thus how they were likely connected. If it wasn't for the fact they were currently four stories off the ground, he would have thought they were at ground level. The wide walking section circling the huge pool looked to be made of stone and colored like clay, but had a softer touch to it like dirt. It was also a full car length wide. A plentiful number of pitcher plants were placed around the pool. It certainly had its privacy, courtesy of the wall and trees that surrounded it. Hanging form their branches were more glow crystals. John then looked down and saw nothing but the reflection of the sky from above.

“Here." Tom said softly and handed John a tiny glow crystal on a string. “This is how we find each other down below. Just put it around your neck. It's supposed to be that dark."

“Wouldn't it help to see a little better than that though?" John asked.

“Not needed when all you are doing is being a gator and filling any ass your own cock finds or being a man, waiting for the next gator cock to fill you." Chester says with a grin.

John thought he saw movement out in the middle of the pool, then got confirmation with the glow of a crystal just like his own moving closer. He squinted his eyes again and then spotted a pair of amber eyes. Those eyes then moved a lot closer, before the water surface broke and revealed a gator head. The dark blue harness wearing beast then hoisted himself up onto some subsurface ledge and walked to the pool edge, in the waist high water, before hoisting himself again onto the pool deck and assumed a squatting position. It was Jack. At this point John spotted an oddity with the water dripping off him. The droplets moved over the body armor like it was as dense as mercury.

“So how is Pete doing down there?" Chester asked Jack.

“Doing just thine. Den and San are tassing hin dack and thorth. You Yant to see John?"

John smiled and nodded his head. Jack then got up to his feet and then moved behind John, before lifting the man up against him. Chester and Tom did their part, then gave them both pats.

“Ready?" Jack asked and John nodded again. He had been looking forward to this all day.

The gator then gently gripped John's legs at the thighs and brought them up a little, before relaxing his cock and let it slip out. Jack made some subtle adjustments and then stopped the moment he heard a gasp of recognition. He then pressed forward and began to slowly sink his cock inside of John, whom just closed his eyes and softly moaned. Then he actually felt it this time outside of a dream. That special part of the cock that extends out and then bends under like a finger. It's presence was definitely felt on the prostate, as that big gator cock sunk deeper. John felt his ass make firm contact with the leathery skin behind him. It was in all the way and it felt great. Tom held up a familiar breather mask. John put it on and did a tightness check, then gave a thumbs up. Jack lowered himself down onto the subsurface ledge and then walked to it's edge, before plunging in. They simply floated for a while. The feel of it on John's skin was unlike anything wet John felt before. It was so dense to the touch, yet moved around him like normal water. He then felt a soft rumble at his back and a familiar warm sensation inside his gut, as Jack began to fill him. He patted his belly affectionately.

John felt the motion of the gator legs on his thighs. In the distance three more glow crystals could be seen. Eventually vague shapes could be made out. There was a man, who already had a round belly, being passed between two gators. Jack got them much closer and John soon recognized Pete. He already had the far off look in his eyes, of a mind swimming in lust. It won't be too long and John will be experiencing the same thing. Jack then moved them away from Ben and Sam and dived deeper into the pool. The gator actually swam for quite a bit and it made John wonder how far down they were. The water was getting warmer and darker too. More glow crystals became visible, along with the multiple men wearing them and bobbing lazily in the water with round syrup bloated bellies. They appeared to be dead at first glance, but then one would twitch a little. There were tendrils keeping them anchored in place, while feeding tendrils remained attached to their hard cocks. John couldn't begin to identify any of the men. The dim lighting made the clear face plates of the breather masks look like mirrors. It was at this point that John noticed his own belly was beginning to gurgle and get round.

He didn't have long to wait, as he felt Jack behind him begin to rumble a little more and felt his belly get firm and then the familiar warmth began to fill his whole body. Jack moved his hands down and began rubbing the round belly. John returned the sentiment and stroked the muscular gator arms with his hands, while nudging the side of his face against the soft leathery skinned chest. He had already guessed that this group of young men floating down here were likely the farm community trouble makers Tom mentioned earlier. He was a bit confused about how this was considered punishment. Mild punishment perhaps. John then noticed he was being maneuvered into place behind one of the men and then felt his thighs make contact with the other man's thighs. Next came the sensation of a rump rubbing against his belly, then his own cock slipping in between the man's ass cheeks. He heard the muffled moans of the man in front of him, as Jack thrust forward and buried John's cock completely inside the man. Then he felt the syrup begin flowing into his body more. It was finding its way up his throat and soon be coming out his mouth. He could feel it begin to flow out his cock and into the young man. Jack's arms then moved a little and the muscles tensed, while John felt his belly begin to rub the ass cheeks in front of him and his own cock began to glide inside the ass in a thrusting motion. He was being used to fuck and fill the man at the same time.

At that moment, his peripheral vision caught signs of distant movement of two more tiny glow crystals beyond the group of floating men. They soon grew bigger and moved further apart, as familiar alligator heads became visible in the collective light of the glow crystals around the men's necks. Considering Ben and Sam were likely still busy with passing Pete back and forth, he figured these two were Chester and Tom joining in on the fun. Jack then stopped and pulled them both away, before swimming over to the next man and repeat the same process. John was quickly loosing the battle of maintaining coherent logical thinking and desired only to fuck and fill more men with Jack, as the syrup finally made it up to his mouth and began flowing out of it in broken globs in between his own breaths of fresh air provided through his nose by the mask. By the third man, John's mind was now swimming in lust and he had that distinct far off expression on his face inside the mask. He lost count of how many men there were down here at this level of the pool or how many times his cock went into their asses. It didn't matter and he simply didn't care. He just closed his eyes and drifted away.

By the time John's mind was functioning normal again, he consciously recognized he was inside a pitcher plant and it had just finished with him. It was like everything before that, all the way back to filling those men at the bottom of the pool, was a lust fogged blur. The plant around him then began to unseal, as the feeding tube left his mouth. Just beyond the growing opening was the view of the seed pool he remembered, before getting attached to Jack and plunging in. The lighting was different and the glow of the hanging crystals seemed a lot brighter. Once the plant had completely reverted back to its oversize high back chair form, John looked up and noticed it was now night time. When he looked back, he was greeted by the familiar face of his mentor Jack back in his human form and offered help back onto his feet, with Tom appearing from behind him with a towel. The other three were visible further down and along the curved deck of the pool, prattling on about something in a rather animated fashion and occasionally pointing towards the pool itself.

“So what did you think of today's experience buddy?" Jack asked.

“Need a moment to find words." John replied while drying himself off with the offered towel.

“Take all the time you need." Tom added.

“So... maybe a eighteen hours for the trouble makers?" Jack asked Tom casually.

“That seems fair."

John quickly stopped drying. “You mean the men we just fucked and filled?"

Jack and Tom simply nodded.

“Since they are normal average men, won't that much exposure make them... addicts?"

Tom sighed heavily.

Jack held up a hand in his direction.

“Just let him speak."

John finished drying and handed the towel to Jack with a thank you. He looked right at Tom.

“I'm not going going to criticize the process. But the mention of twenty four hours has me genuinely wondering about the limitations of what the average man can actually handle, without it having some permanent affect on him in some mental way. Especially after that chat with Charlie."

“...so the concern is will the process end up making the men permanent addicts to being used like this all the time and thus forget living a regular life?" Jake finishes from an unseen location.

John then looks past Jack's shoulder and sees Jake appear from beyond the open gate he came through earlier with Chester and Tom. The gator man then walks right up to John.

“Pretty much. Yeah." John answers.

“Valid question from your perspective."

“...and..."

“...and thus why the syrup saturation is extended to twenty four hours. It was originally done for just twelve and the result ended up being exactly what you just described. Not to mention it is kind of why and how we gators ended up being targets of the gossip whispered among the men in the city."

“I don't quite understand."

“Tom did give you the talk about the psychology behind the thinking of certain men and thus their behavior and attitude with sex in general?"

“Never heard it told to me quite that way before. But yes."

“Good. Your typical type of man, that ends up here in our territory, has a very narrow and focused psychological sex spectrum. Outside this swamp, that goal and target for their gratification has only one identity. Thus the expression you will start hearing a lot, Contents Under Pressure. With me so far on this?"

John nods.

“Regardless of the intent and why the men end up here, once they are here and get exposed to what the swamp offers them. That pressure from the artificial world around them is removed and for the duration of their time here, they allow themselves to sexually behave like a man should. Suddenly having that much freedom, with something that makes them feels so good, can result in addiction. This is where we apply a little addiction breaking psychology, by exposing them to a little more and not too much more sexual freedom."

“So are there circumstances where twelve hours or less is actually allowed or possible?"

“Most certainly. Pete is one such example. The only real pressure on him psychologically, is simply winning the basic social approval of his peers on the sports team back in the city. They picked the traditional right of passage event and all he had to do is complete it. Little did they know, the only new and challenging part for Pete was simply coming here. Pete had already been exposed..."

“...via his dad and the special relationship they have." John politely finished.

“Correct. We explained to him what the result would likely be and thus why it is done for at least eighteen hours the first time. That ended up being a conversation that didn't get finished, before he went in the pool with Ben and Sam, but is sort of being finished by them and Chester now."

John quickly glanced their way, noticed them still prattling on and nodded.

“The problem with leaving them in the pool for only twelve hours, is they finally get enough exposure to permanently tear down that mental sexual barrier inside them. Thus leaving them to deal with all that repressed denied sexual gratification and the lingering need to want more back in the city. This doesn't really harm them, but it eventually does permanent damage to their social life. They become socially withdrawn from people around them and begin looking for alternative sources to give them that same level of gratification. A gator can't help but feel a little responsible for that. Thus why a little over exposure doesn't hurt at all and leaves them with the same mindset they had before initially coming here. If they do come back, we give them what they were seeking before and help them with proper planning of these excursions to the swamp. The manifestation and existence of the No Tech Swamp Dare was an unexpected and welcome asset in this process."

“Uhm, your getting off track." Tom quietly tells Jake from behind.

The gator man glances back at him quickly with an annoyed look, then continues.

“Past experience has demonstrated that a minimum of eighteen hours is enough to both break down the mental barrier and give them enough additional exposure, to eliminate the threat of the out of control addiction. Same basic over exposure psychology parents used centuries ago, motivating kids not to acquire the self destructive habit of smoking tobacco, by over exposing them right away the first try. What we do here in the seed pool is a milder form of that."

Tom sighs heavily and adds his input.

“We essentially enjoy our time with the men that come here and want them to come back. But we want it to be their choice and free of any habit forming influence. The only thing that should be bringing them here, to give that side of their nature a little freedom, is the same motivation that pushed them to have their first homosexual experience as mere curious boys."

Jake and Tom looked at each other and nodded in agreement. John spotted Chester walking his way, with Ben and Sam behind him. He was fine with that and wanted everyone to hear him this time.

“Alright. Next obvious question. Besides looking like a pool used exclusively by you gators, to pleasure men and reduce them into mindless perpetually horny fuck toys, what is it's actual purpose?"

“A much needed new beginning!" Danny spoke up and said loudly from outside the pool.

Chester walked right up to John and gave a single clap on the shoulder and grinned big.

“Nothing gets past those keen ears, when someone is talking about Danny's and Max's baby. Long ago, before this place was a swamp and after both of them came here, this whole place was once much bigger and an actual forest. It surrounded and sheltered the original farm community. The forest was something of a legend, that is regarded in the same way as the swamp's current reputation. You were correct about the seed pool by the way. It was a grain silo before and sat right in the middle of the community." Chester answered.

“I can definitely see now this is something best discussed with the big brothers." John assumed.

Everyone around him nodded in agreement, just as Danny and Max appeared through the gate. Both appeared to be in normal size human form again. John found this changing of size curious.

“Mind if we have some one on one time with the guest?" Danny asked the group vaguely.

Max was right behind him and kept the gate open. Everyone but John quietly left the pool and hugged both of the elder gators on their way out.

“Let's have a seat and soak our feet." Danny invited with hand extended towards the pool edge.

John sat down at the edge and let his legs plunge in to just below the knees. He finally noticed that the subsurface shelf area actually extended pretty far out into the pool. He judged the distance to be about forty eight feet. There were clusters of water ferns scattered all over it and glowing with a familiar blue ambiance. Danny sat down next to him and remained quiet, until Max finally joined them and sat at John's other side. Both then scooted closer and crossed an arm over his shoulders.

“I'll let Max do the talking this time. The pool was more his idea than mine really."

John just kept looking down at the water and simply enjoyed the comfort of being in the presence of two obviously very powerful and yet astonishingly gentle gator men. Max finally spoke.

“Long ago... before the nearby city even existed and the world was on the verge of a big social change, that would foster the arrival of Acolyte and Neophyte... there was a huge and very beautiful forest here. We knew about it, by coming here and visiting it with our dad. We were very young then. He had friends that lived here and were the original guardians of this region. They were of the wolf. They are gone now. They moved to another place, where they were needed, when the Scorch took the forest away. They lived in a village within the forest. That village is now outside the swamp and the farm community you have been told about. The people that live there are people who came from those that were granted asylum, from the social change that happened, by the wolf people in the village. They were given protection in return for helping the village thrive. The village grew and became a farm community. The silo was built by everyone and became a symbol of the community."

John looked at Max's face and saw him just staring off across the pool at nothing.

“We were older when the Scorch happened and nearly burned all the forest trees. Then the great flood came to the valley. Not all of the water left however. Only the oldest trees were strong enough to survive. Where they stood is where the water stayed. Some of the largest trees of the swamp are those trees. Our father came here with us and helped those of the wolf save them. We brought other gators with us to help and teach things we knew. Special plant things. This helped the old trees change with the valley and thrive in the swamp that came after the forest. We helped the people that lived here with those of the wolf. We taught them new things. We helped them move and rebuild the community. The new community thrived. We did what we could to help those of the wolf themselves. As gratitude for our help and in recognition of us loosing our own home to the Scorch..."

John saw tears in Max's eyes.

“We were granted guardianship of the people and the valley. Those of the wolf taught us of their specific culture. We were informed of the changes happening outside the valley. We were introduced to new allies beyond the valley. Those people became our eyes and ears beyond it. Those of the wolf taught the people of the valley well about the ways of people such as us. We thrived together. The traditions continued. The valley became green again. The valley healed."

Max sighed heavily.

“Those of the wolf knew what was coming. All people like us knew it. A special place had to be created. A place that would bring back the old ritual. It would be needed again. Those of the wolf helped us create this pool and make the new swamp special. They helped us craft and refine the ritual. It worked well. It remained a treasured guarded tradition shared among the men. Those of the wolf were pleased with the results. Then it was time. They received word something was happening beyond the valley. They were needed somewhere else. We... we..."

Max then simply put his face in his hands and cried. Danny hugged John and finished.

“Our dad and the other elders did not want them traveling alone. So they went with those of the wolf. My brother and I, with the others our age, became the guardians and eventually the elder gators. This pool is a powerful source of pleasure. It helps the men brought here find a form of balance in their lives, they will find nowhere else. But they also help us, by briefly serving as an essential component of the process that makes this valley thrive. While they experience unparalleled pleasure, they are also helping us (in their own special way) infuse and enrich the water that gives life to the whole valley. The entire swamp and trees of the valley are all connected to each other. Thus they are all connected to the seed pool. The water here flows through the entire valley and is shared by all the trees. As you have already begun to experience, more than pleasure is shared with the syrup. Knowledge is also shared. For those like us gators, we absorb that knowledge through the syrup."

At that moment John found himself mentally going through a transition. He had a flashback to when he was being used by Jack to fill those men and experiencing a moment of mental clarity about what may actually be happening. Then it hit John with the force of a shock wave and he finally understood. He would never look at the swamp...

...or the gators.

...or the syrup.

...the same way ever again.

Danny then whispered into John's ear and began stroking his hard dripping cock.

“Let us show you. Let us share with you exquisite pleasures and vast knowledge."

John turned his head and was met with a deep long passionate kiss from Danny. The stroking hand was then replaced with a warm mouth, that took all of his cock inside it. The kissing one then put a hand to his chest and gently pushed him to lay onto his back, without breaking the kiss and laying with him. The one sucking on his cock was then felt moving around until he was between the legs and lifting them out of the water, while folding them up to his belly and keeping them spread. He then felt hands planted firmly on the back of his thighs and that same mouth touch his exposed anus.

John moaned right into Danny's mouth, as the tongue of the other one pushed right in and began rimming him quite thoroughly. Due to having such a big cock inside him earlier, it didn't take much for his ass to open up and let more of the tongue in, as it went deeper inside him. The hands on his thighs then moved to his ankles, as the mouth left his anus and quickly replaced with a familiar blunt fleshy presence. He could feel the syrup, that was trickling out of it touch the opening. The cock then pressed forward and stopped when just the head went into him.

“Time to show him what real filling is brother." John heard Max say.

Danny finally broke the kiss.

“I think he is ready." He said with a grin and looked John right in the eyes. John just nodded.

Max then gripped the ankles firmly and pushed himself steadily all the way inside John, in one persistent slow push. John was speechless, gasping with eyes wide open and big with surprise. The elder gator then proceeded to pull himself completely back out in one slow persistent move. He didn't wait for anything to be said and then pushed himself back inside again, repeating the same pace.

“I want to stretch this out and enjoy this." Max said huskily. Danny nodded in agreement.

Just as the one elder gator sunk in all the way again, Danny broke eye contact with John and carefully picked him up, while helping Max move him out into the pool. Both managed to keep his head above water, as the rest of him became submerged. The presence of a big hairy chest was felt behind his head. John then closed his eyes and noticed that each time the one brother sunk into him, he would get a little deeper and more of his cock was felt. Whatever Max was doing, it felt incredible and he didn't want it to stop. He then felt hands on his head and the familiar presence of a breather mask being slipped on. Just before his ears got covered, Danny spoke one more time.

“Just keep your eyes closed and simply feel." John just smiled in response. “Good man."

John then felt the body behind him shift a bit and cover his whole back side.

“Ready brother?"

“Ready."

The next thing he felt was tough to describe. It was like the body his back was against expanded a little in size. Then he felt bigger different arms come up and rest next to his arms, before hearing the muffled sound of Max moaning loudly. The cock inside him actually felt bigger now. A lot bigger, but didn't hurt. Just tight. It was also inside him very deep and throbbing quite hard, as it began emptying syrup into him. He then felt vibrations through his back and detected muffled rumble from behind him. At that moment, he could feel his own body shift a bit and then the water abruptly surround him. All three of them had just plunged into the main pool itself. John was expecting the two brothers to maybe change, but the cock buried inside him remained human and kept pumping more syrup into his belly. The skin against his back however was definitely devoid of hair now. He then felt the presence of the belly, his legs were now resting against, begin to slowly expand. It wasn't too long before the syrup flowing into him increased in volume and his belly began to slowly expand as well. Danny was obviously filling his own brother, while Max was filling him at the same time. This was something new and quite erotic for John. He then heard a muffled loud moan, as the belly under his legs began to expand a bit faster. Then the expansion stopped once it was round, pushing his legs to the sides and down around Max's waist. Soon the syrup flow going into him increased rapidly and felt his own belly begin to swell quicker, until it stopped and was touching Max's swollen belly, sandwiching his own throbbing cock between them. John at that point lost it and had his orgasm. The second and third were not far apart this time. John then felt the presence of syrup finally coming out of his cock and pushing out from between the two round bellies. A familiar warmth began spreading through his body, as he felt the syrup begin filling up his stomach. The filling was quicker this time and soon it was traveling up his throat. He remembered this part well and welcomed the experience of his own mind drowning in lust, as it began flowing out his mouth. He felt the gator arms hug him gently and the clawed hands rub his belly, motivating him to return the belly rubbing sentiment towards Max. The temperature of the surrounding water began to slowly rise.

At some point, the combined sensations completely consumed his mind and John once again found himself settling into the same mindset as when him and Tom were being used by the tree plant pod. He did feel a mild thumb ripple through their connected bodies, as Danny's back finally made contact with the bottom of the pool. He decided to take a chance and open his eyes to see where they were at. The moment he did, he noticed the water here felt even warmer than where the group of men were at. It wasn't hot, but definitely quite a bit warmer. The next thing was lack of lighting. There were no water ferns. The only source was the glow crystal floating in front of his mask. He could barely see anything it's light would touch. His hand was the only thing that lit up, when he moved it close to the crystal. Not even the rest of his arm could be seen. They were deep. Deeper than what Jack took him. He attempted to begin calculating how far underground they might possibly be at this point, but soon found the onset of unconsciousness snatch him away.

John found himself occasionally being woke from his sleep, by the sensation of belly rubs and the persistent presence of the syrup flowing though and out of him. Sleep would take him once again. The dreams themselves were different and unlike anything he experienced before. He felt like a stranger in a strange land, seeing so many things unfamiliar to him and yet other things that shouldn't exist anymore. So many faces and also so many different hybrid creatures like the gators.

Wolves

Horses

Boars

Lions

Bears

Elephants

...and so many more.

Then the dreams began to feel older and began running their own cycle. Nothing was familiar to him at first. Then he recognized the stuff and places form history lessons. The same hybrid creatures manifested again. He then found himself experiencing a couple extended dreams, spanning between bouts of being woke up by the same sexual sensations again. These places felt important and like he had a deep historical connection with them. They had an immediate familiar look and feel to them, yet they were also different in the same way the swamp was. The forest was definitely familiar in a way like an old fairy tale he had read. It felt the same with the dreams about the huge floating island, as well as the valley. There were interesting creatures there. Centaurs, Minotaurs and Satyrs. These three locations had a lot more activity occurring at them. Quite often the activity was sexual. Men here and there experiencing pleasures unlike anything outside these places and all being filled the same way as him. In these dreams he was the one doing the filling and saw many signs his perspective was that of the hybrid creatures that lived there. John hoped so much that he remembered all this when he finally woke up. For the moment and duration of his current dream, his only focus was the happy hairy man on his back and the pleasure of making that belly round.

“Oh fuck yes. Finally got that cock in me. Not too bad in size either. That's it sweetheart, just let it flow and fill by belly. This will be a morning wake up call you soon won't forget."

Wait. Since when did the men, who visited the legendary labyrinth valley, ever speak like a Cajun? Now why did the dream shift, with the guy now on top and riding the cock like a hungry slut? John slowly cracked his eyes and woke up to the sensation of someone actually riding his cock. He had to be quite slow, since the lighting around him was rather bright. He didn't feel any sun on him, but the air did feel warmer. Nice gentle breeze too. Air? Breeze? He was out of the water. John then felt more and noticed two hands resting on his chest, while feeling a very hairy ass grinding against his crotch. He could feel his belly gurgle and finally return to normal, While feeling someone's leaking cock rubbing up and down against it. He also felt feet firmly planted right at the sides of his waist. Once his eyes became adjusted to the increased lighting level, he opened them further and saw the well defined outline of a man squatting over him and moving with the grinding motion. Then his vision cleared up.

“Morning Chester." John said with a grin.

“Morning."

The gator man grinned back and moved a hand down, before bringing back up a syrup coated finger and move it towards John. He opened his mouth and closed around the offered finger sensually.

“So what is for breakfast?" John asked with a smirk.

Chester lifted himself off the cock and patted his swollen belly, while laughing.

“I already got mine and someone else will be preparing one for you later."

John watched him casually walk away, to the other side of the pool and then through a gate. He looked around and then decided to finally get up and sit for a while in the nearby pitcher plant. Just as the leaves had finished closing and sealing around him, two familiar hairy men walked through the nearby gate and were engaged in quiet hushed conversation. Both looked towards the occupied plant John was in and then nodded to each other, before walking over to it. They sat down on the pool deck in front of the pitcher plant and resumed their conversation. They were not sitting there for very long and soon heard the slick organic sound of the leaves unsealing from each other. Both turned their heads and greeted a surprised John with a smile. He practically fell out of the plant and rushed into their collective hug, as they rose to their feet.

“What are you two still doing here? Don't you like have morning elder gator things to do?"

“We do..." Max started.

“...but we thought you would like to come along this time." Danny finished.

“Well, yeah. I would love that. Are we seeing more of the swamp?"

“Actually we are going beyond the swamp." Danny answered.

“So we are going to the farm community finally?"

“Maybe later. We are visiting someone and checking up on their development."

“Sounds fascinating, but what about my work today?"

“Jack will take care of that for you. He insists and this is actually more important."

“So, another learning opportunity then?"

“Oh yes."

Max then let out an exasperated sigh. John noticed.

“Did I say something wro-..."

“You didn't. He is just concerned about us running a little late this morning."

“I didn't by any chan-..."

John got a thumb on the chest from Max, followed by a head shake and smile.

“But I have a fun idea for making up that lost time." Danny assured.

Both of the brothers then stood back a little and allowed themselves to expand to their bigger more comfortable nine foot tall size. Max then squatted down and reached back to pat his back, while looking right at John.

“Like. Seriously?" John asked. Max simply nodded and grinned.

Feeling like a little kid again, John jumped onto the elder gator man's back, then wrapped his arms around the thick neck. Max gently gripped John's thighs and kept them pulled up next to the sides, as he raised back up onto his feet. The urge to bury his face into the neck and breath heavily was too irresistible. Max smelled strongly of earthly spice and maple syrup. It made the cock harden and throb. John got a chuckle of approval form the gator man.

“Ready?" Came the request from Danny. John shifted his head to the side and looked around.

“Ready." Came the unanimous response form him and Max.

Danny simply nodded and walked towards the nearby gate. Max followed and was soon bathing them both in bright warm morning sunlight. John had to briefly squint his eyes and then open back up. The view ahead was different and stunning. The morning sun was hovering over the tops of the tress, at the other end of the bridge. The fog from below was right at the bottom of the bridge, with thin wispy ribbons occasionally drifting across the walking surface.

“Here we go." Announced Danny, as he took off at a brisk jogging pace across the bridge.

Max swiftly followed, keeping a distance of about nine feet between them. The speed at which the two brothers were casually traveling in their larger size, would have forced the average man to actually run, in order to keep pace. Danny then announced their presence, as they quickly reached the other end of the bridge and entrance back into the enchanted swamp.

“Elders coming through!" With a voice as powerful as a roar.

Max laughed heartily, as birds exploded from the tree tops beyond. John laughed with him.

Their pace carried them inside the white fog zone rather quickly and before John realized it, they were already approaching the second tree cluster inward. The muffled echo effect from the fog, made the brother's foot falls sound like someone lightly beating a bass drums with padded marching band drum sticks. Up ahead he heard Danny announce again and then...

“Oh shit!"

“Sorry, Danny!"

By the time he turned his head and looked back, he saw two naked hairy burly men waving at him from the tree cluster and smiling. Both had bulging bellies and noticeable familiar enlarged packages between their legs. Once he looked forward, they passed through another one and were on their way to the next one. He looked around and saw the familiar changes in the ambient environment, but in reverse this time. His nose finally got a chance to inhale enough of the infused air, to begin experiencing it's effect on his system again. His cock throbbed quite hard and was leaking. Max was chuckling beneath him, while his ears were picking up on a familiar wet slapping sound from below him. Considering how big this elder gator man was right now, it would make sense that his own cock would now be big enough and firm enough to make that much noise, while slapping the belly.

John didn't have much longer to wait and heard the announcement again. Then...

“Told you they were running late!"

“Says the big bad breeder that has to grab the fresh meat first!"

“Morning Brothers!" Came the following unified greeting.

“Morning Carl! Morning Martin!" Came the unified response from the brothers.

John happened to look to the left and down as they passed them. Both were waving and grinning up at him. Their eyes had the mild amber glow in them. Gators from another village? In light of the enchanted swamp core being an astounding eight hundred thirty two feet across and how much linear distance was covered just to get to the edge of it, logic dictated that there was sufficient space within the surrounding swamp to possibly support as few as seven more villages. The ambiance changed again, to the familiar twilight glow that greeted him the previous day. The fog then began to swiftly thin, as he caught a glimpse of them passing through the rainbow tinted termination barrier. Sunlight became visible again and it's morning beams cut through the canopy overhead, as they danced across his skin. Danny let loose another announcement. John could vaguely make out a group of three men ahead on the right. The two standing had very dark skin. The other one could have used some sun and was clearly laying on something, while being fucked by one of the darker ones. As they got closer, it was clear the darker one was standing and holding his legs up by the ankles, while he lay moaning on a picnic table setting just off the path. His belly appeared to be bulging and round. The darker one was audibly fucking him with enthusiasm, while his companion stood at the other end and was slowly stroking himself. He looked up. “Hey Danny! A late patrol shift catch this time!"

“Yeah, an eager early... ris-ER!" The one doing the fucking punctuated, with a thrust.

“Carry on brothers." Came the unified encouragement.

John timed it just right, then glanced down and to the side at the sex scene. The man being fucked was clean shaven. Brown curly hair top and crotch, with a familiar far off look in his eyes. Scattered near the table was familiar camouflage style clothing, along with boots and a crossbow.

The one standing and stroking himself, looked up right at John and grinned real big.

“Illegal hunter." He said casually and pointed at the moaning man with the bulging belly.

John could only nod and snicker. The sheer comedy of the proceeding situation was obvious. The two standing burly men were obviously black and were plenty hairy themselves.

“Well, there is worse punishments for that crime." John caught himself saying out loud, while looking back one more time at the waving masturbating gator man. Max agreed with a deep chuckle.

Up ahead, John noticed the overhead canopy clear away and reveal an open sky on the left, with a familiar massive collection of trees on the right. He glanced up and saw a break in the trees, with a familiar ledge sticking out ten stories above the ground and two more darker burly hairy men standing naked at the railing. As they got closer, he also spied two trees with marker lanterns hanging on them and another pair of hairy burly men coming out towards the path. Their skin tone matched Max. Both immediately spotted the approach and stopped right before Danny broadcast the announcement again.

“Your late!" One of them yelled, as they got closer.

“Routine is boring." Came Max's response, as they passed by them.

John heard distinct deep hooting sounds from behind him. He looked back and up, to see the two men on the ledge thrusting fists in the air. The changed perspective showed them to be black men as well. He then noticed the two hairy burly men on the ground change their size as fluidly as Danny and Max, before catching up and matching the jogging pace. They lined right up and flanked Max.

“The name is Mark." The one jogging on the left said with a smile.

“I'm Tony." The one on the right said and offered a hand to shake. John accepted.

“So... you guys are like Danny and Max? No Tech Swamp originals?"

“That's us." they both replied in unison.

John then started looking back and forth a lot at them. They were identical twins.

“Yes we are biological brothers and twins." Mark replied after spotting the head movement.

He also noticed the face structure and hair color was very close to Danny and Max.

“So... are all four of you related by any chance?" All four laughed.

“The twins lived near our original home. They eventually joined us." Danny yelled back.

“Before or after the permanent move to here?"

“Before." Came the unified response from the twins.

“That makes you guys just as old then." Danny and Max stifled a snicker.

“How about we show you later, Just old we are." Mark quipped. Tony grinned.

John couldn't resist blushing a little and feeling his cock twitch again.

The twins briefly readjusted their pace to flank Danny up ahead and engaged in quiet conversation. John took this moment to notice that there was almost nothing to the left of the path, except the open water and miles of reeds beyond it. He looked behind in time to see the edge of the tree canopy disappear and then looked ahead and saw sprawling sky and more reeds beyond the water. The path begun to gradually curve to the right and he noticed the tree line itself slowly come back and reconnect with it ahead. Just beyond where the path connected with the tree line, he spotted signs of a long boat dock going out into the open water. There seemed to be some sort of huge elevated house like structure at the end and something large sticking out of the bottom, connecting with the water. They were still too far away to tell what it was exactly. All four began to slow down their pace a little, as the path straightened out again and they were close to the tree line. Once they were in the shade, at the edge of the tree canopy and at the beginning of the boat dock, Max squatted down to let John off. He just now noticed all four gator men were sweating and that without air moving past them, the distinct spicy earthy and maple smell was heavy in the air. The men briefly excused themselves and jumped into the water, then resurfaced a few feet away and hoisted themselves up onto the boat dock. Then they resized themselves to normal human height and waved for John to join them, as they began slowly walking towards the house structure at the end of the boat dock. John caught up to them halfway along it's length and looked ahead, to see the end of the house facing them was completely open. In fact it was open all the way through, with a huge air boat bobbing in the water inside it. He immediately notice some things were different about this air boat's design and spotted a couple oddities.

“Someone mind telling me why I am seeing a... dual fan?... enclosed air boat, sitting inside the boat house and with no visible signs of motors to power it?" John asked from behind the gator men.

All of the men ahead of him snickered loudly.

Danny and Max jogged on ahead into the boat house and began looking the boat over, while Mark and Tony began explaining the curious boat.

“First off, its not so much an air boat..." Mark started.

“...as it is a hovercraft." Tony finished.

Once the three of them arrived at the boat house, Mark and Tony joined the visual inspection. John decided to do some inspecting himself. At a glance it looked like a somewhat normal boat. It had dual curved louvered fans and was double the width of a standard large air boat. He counted eighteen louvers per fan. The fans guards were quite robust and solidly connected with the dark gray matte finish louvered panels, which covered the entire back of the watercraft. That was where the familiar things ended. As he walked around to the left, John noticed how excessively long the boat house and the watercraft itself was. He judged the boat length enough to haul two cars. The entire lower section had heavy mesh panels attached. They connected the hidden passenger platform to the edge of the flat hull, while maintaining a completely invisible identity of that connection. He spotted two of the gator men inside the lower section, moving collapsible produce crates around. It was Danny and Max. He could hear the other two were top side, but could not see them through the finer mesh panels, that looked like they completely enclosed the hidden passenger level of the boat. They were angled inward to match the slope of the panels on the lower section. The angle of the panels looked specific too. Like the body sections on an old combat stealth aircraft. The cosmetic finish had the same dark gray matte appearance as well. John continued around to the front and saw a big (but not all that surprising) change in the boat design. It was pointed and the panels were set at familiar stealth craft angles, with the upper front connecting panels falling in place as they should. He then walked around to the back and to the other side. One of the lower panels was removed and leaning against the boat house wall. It was the very last one before the pointed nose section. The exposed opening was wide enough for two men to fit through. There were steps just beyond the hull edge, that allowed a person to descend two feet down onto the interior hull bottom. John noticed the hull and steps had a heavy identical gray coating applied to them. He stepped inside and found the head room to be generous enough at eight feet standing height. Looking towards the back, he saw that Danny and Max had nearly finished with collapsing and re-stacking the crates. Their work area was at least thirty feet from where he was standing.

“Definitely big enough to haul at least one car." John whispered to himself.

“Hmm?" Both of the gator men looked his way and inquired together.

“Oh." John blushed. “Just observing how big this boat..."

“...hovercraft..." Tony interrupted from overhead. Danny and Max rolled their eyes and sighed.

“...err hovercraft is." John finished.

John looked up and saw the platform was curiously semi transparent and looked like it was made of the same stuff as the platform lift back at the village. There was also a faint iridescent glow shimmering across the surface. Other than that, it met cleanly with all but the front angular panels of the watercraft. It stopped short of four feet. Leaving a squared off five sided opening overhead, for direct access to the passenger level above, via the four foot wide ladder directly ahead of him. The ladder itself was made of a curiously familiar hardened plant material. John walked around to the front of the ladder and looked up through the opening, to be met with a grinning Tony and an extended open hand lowering down to him. “Need a hand?" John excepted while also helping himself up the ladder.

“Thanks Tony, but I think I got this..." He lost track of words, after ascending the ladder.

John found he had a totally unobstructed view beyond the watercraft all around, with a noticeable haze like presence within his field of vision. He extended his hand and made contact with one of the very fine mesh panels he saw from the outside. It was very firm to the touch as well.

“Is this vinyl?" He asked Tony.

“Close. Its a more organic version of it. In fact, this whole upper deck is organic."

Tony then politely excused himself and descended the ladder, with Mark right behind him.

“Feel free to ask any questions while looking at things up there." Mark announced from below.

“I'm not sure where to begin." John responded with a confused look on his face.

“Let's start with the front pilot seats then." Tony suggests.

John looked down to his left at what appeared to be the most comfortable looking vehicle seat he had ever seen. Its texture looked as soft as moss or velvet and he somehow knew that it had to feel really good on a bare bottom. Especially if the trips in this watercraft were long ones.

“Now before you let that soft looking seat lure you into sitting down, don't do that just yet. We will explain later when we get back up there with you." Danny said from the ladder directly below.

John heard more stuff being moved below and figured it was more cargo management. He then shrugged and kept looking the seat over. The surface was brilliantly shaped to fit a person's body very precisely. It would probably feel like you are sinking a little into when one does sit down.

“Is it okay to touch with your hands then?" John asked.

“Completely okay John. Its advanced restraint system doesn't engage until the person actually sits down in it. Notice the very pronounced lumbar supports on the back. They actually extend and hug your sides, to help keep you steady during hard turns or banks." Danny added.

“Uhm. Wow."

“Now notice only the front two pilot seats have a added feature on the headrest. A large vertical ring that is made of the same shimmering stuff as the floor. This is how the craft is navigated jointly by the two pilots. It lowers and hovers around their head, when the seat is active."

“So it's like a thought controlled machine?"

“Not quite. It pretty much flies itself. The pilots simply gives it... what is the word Brian used?"

“Mental cues." Max told Danny.

“Yeah, that's it. Mental cues. Like flag men on a aircraft runway."

“That's... different."

“It's easier to understand, once you pilot this thing. But... that is for a later time for you."

“Oh, I think I can wait."

“Now notice the headrest is flanked by two slightly curved vertical pieces sticking in the air."

“Shoulder restraints?"

“Very good."

“I noticed the armrests don't simply stick out, but their ends bend down and go down to connect with the floor. Plus there are actual indented hand prints at the sharp bend. You don't see them at first, until you walk back and look into where the hands go."

“That is simple directional control. Left and right. It reacts to pressure."

“I'm having trouble describing what I am feeling right now, just looking at the seat here. It's..."

“Amazing?" Tony volunteered.

“Weird?" Mark offered.

“Stimulating?" Max asked.

“Max." Came the joint chiding form the other three.

“I think all three kind of apply, after seeing how different the next seat behind it looks. Are these like mini versions of the pitcher plants, but with the same very comfortable looking seating?"

“That is how the ship is powered."

“Wait. Seriously?"

“We are just about done down here and will be departing soon. Let me come up there and show you. They don't quite work the same way mechanically as the pitcher plants. Just the same basic symbiotic principle."

John looks up and sees Danny finishing his ascent up the ladder.

“You get the honor of initially powering it up. Pick a seat and I will talk you through the process. By the way, this thing is alive and will emit a soft tone, like what singing wales make, the moment you do sit down and the seat activates."

“That actually sounds very cool."

“It's soothing too. No complaints there."

“So will it also wrap me in a cocoon? Maybe?"

“Totally unnecessary and unneeded."

“Well alright then. This one." John picks the seat right behind the pilot seat he was looking at. It had no armrests. The moment John sits down, he hears the soft tone Danny mentioned and feels the seat begin to warm up and flex subtly around him. The shimmering of the floor slightly intensifies.

“Just sit there and relax." Danny says reassuringly while placing his hand on John's chest. “Then breath slowly and evenly, while placing your hands on your knees."

The chair then begins extending it's lumbar out and around John's arms at his sides. They then widen to completely cover the arms and the hands. The touch of the lumbar is soft and warm. He just looks right at Danny, with eyes big in surprise.

“Whoa."

“I know. Right?" John nods.

The flexing behind the calves intensifies, as the material on the outer edges distorts and extends to cover them, while sealing against the morphed lumbar. The feet are eventually covered as well.

“Now get ready for the next part. I will be right here. You will not be harmed. Remember that."

John nods again and then briefly stiffens and let's out a gasp. The seat under him intensified it's warm and then from a hidden opening, extends a lubed tube in between his ass cheeks. Danny gently presses against his chest, as the shoulder restraints extend and come down, to connect with the lumbar.

“Easy. Just breath."

The tube then pushes into him and has a shape that is pointed and streamlined. Then it pushes in further and he feels a subtle change in the surface sliding in. He then feels that specific area expand quickly and began throbbing against his prostate. It immediately begins ejecting a familiar warm heavy substance to fill him up. John then let's out a moan, just as a tube appears from above his head and curves down into his open mouth. He closes one eye as it slides over it and notices a familiar leaking human phallic end. It then slides right into his mouth and begins feeding him. The headrest then flexes and begins extending its sides outward around his head, as small holes open and puff out a familiar fragrant stimulant.

“We will all be right here with you on the ride." Danny reassures him.

Just before the headrest completely encloses and seals in front of his face, John spies with his one open eye Max sitting down and the shimmering rind lowering over his head, as the shimmering itself intensifies. He then looks down and sees a feeding tendril extend up between the secured restraint, about where his hands would be on the knees. A familiar hairy hand gently grips and guides it to his hard throbbing cock, while the other hand holds its bobbing motion steady, to connect them both. John then looses all sight and is plunged into a dim green tinted environment, as the forming hood closes and completes it's seal. The liquid he has swallowed has already found it's way through his digestive system and is now mixing with the warm substance being pumped into his belly from below. John feels the tendril latch on and suck his whole cock into it, then begins it's familiar milking motions. He hears his belly gurgle and then feels his own cock throb harder, as his orgasm crashes through his system. John finds himself nursing on the feeding tube in his mouth on reflex, as he rides it out. These feelings and impulses never happened this quickly before. There must be something different in what he is being fed and pumped into his belly so quickly. His mind finds itself swimming in lust a lot sooner and more intensely, as a familiar warmth begins spreading through his whole body. Why is all this happening so quickly? Then he remembers what Danny said.

“That is how the ship is powered." The ship was simply preparing him as a power source donor.

John then feels the continuous flowing sensations, he experienced with Tom in the tree plant pod. His belly didn't even get a chance to expand this time. He vaguely registers a hand softly rubbing his chest in a very soothing way. The thoughts in his head soon turn very basic and he finds himself thinking about only two things. He never wanted to stop being filled and never wanted to stop cumming. With that he completely lets go of all mental restraint and resigns to simply being used.

Danny gave John's exposed chest a few more chest rubs, while glancing down at the functioning Slate and monitoring his vitals.

“Enjoy yourself John." He says softly with a smile.

“Everything functioning like it should?" Brain asks across from John, after sitting down.

“Exactly like the trial runs the milker men happily volunteered for." Danny replies.

“Well, since this is a short trip, four sources should be enough to power the watercraft."

Brian then let out a moan, as his seat completed the restraint step and and began extending it's anal tendril into him.

“Hey Brian, glad you could join us on this thing's official maiden voyage." Mark greeted.

Brian simply nodded and smiled around the feeding tendril that found his mouth.

“Everything below secured and ready Danny." Tony announced, appearing from below next.

“Take your seats gentlemen. Got to pay the ferry man after all."

All for elder gator men laughed, as Brian chuckled himself. Danny directed his attention fully to Brian and guided the extending lower feeding tendril to his cock. The restrained gator man let out another moan, signaling the anal tendril was doing it's job. Additional confirmation of completed steps, came with the gurgling of the belly and the extending headrest sides sealing together, to complete the enclosed hood environment. Danny gave the chest rubbing confirmation to Brian, as his vitals on the Slate registered as normal. More moans then got his attention, as he looked up and saw that the other two were now past the restraint phase. He moved up one seat and just stood there watching the Slate.

“Would the passengers like anything refreshing to drink? We have the standard carbonated beverages as well as rum, vodka, wine and whiskey. Perhaps a snack. Chips. Peanuts. Today's chosen cinema experience will be Gone with the Wind. Please enjoy your flight." Danny quipped.

Both Mark and Tony rolled a visible eye and groaned around the feeding tendril in their mouths, as their headrests began extending around their heads. Danny then assisted with the attaching of the feeding tendrils to the elder gators dripping throbbing cocks. He did one last check of their vitals, as the final phase completed, then walked to the back of the passenger cabin and stood in front of a very large plant pod. It gurgled and flexed with satisfying efficiency. The shimmering floor under him first animated with great intensity, then settled into a soft pulsing rhythm and matched that of the pod, as it settled into a consistent rhythm. Then both components adjusted their rhythm to match the pulsing inside the bodies of the four seated volunteer power donors. The entire watercraft subtly pulsed with the rhythm. Danny flicked his fingers a couple times across the Slate and then nodded at the stat readings he was getting from it. He turned and did a quick check of the four empty seat rows.

“All systems go brother." He commented, returning up front and sitting down in his pilot seat.

The lumbar extends around his sides, connecting with the shoulder restraints extending and descending down over his pecs. The edges of the seat and bottom section behind his calves began flexing, then extending across his legs. He felt a lubed tendril extend in between his ass cheeks and then extend into his ass, before expanding it's bulging section and throb against his prostate. He moans with pleasure, as he spots a single feeding tendril then extend from where his knees were positioned. Danny gently grips it with a hand and guides it to his throbbing dripping cock. Another moan escapes his mouth as it latches on and takes all his cock in to the base, in one swift smooth move. He then looks over to his brother and they nod together. Danny deposits the Slate on the floor between them. Both finally place their arms onto the armrests and slide them forward, placing their hands on the hand prints inside the covered sections. A blurry presence materializes forward of the seats and then solidifies into the image of the watercraft itself. Different parts of it flicker and stats pop up briefly, then disappear.

The watercraft awakens and surges with energy through it's entire body. Previously unseen large cylinders, made of the same shimmering substance as the cabin floor, begin slowly turning the fans at the back of the watercraft. Their presence kept shielded be rotating sleeves attached directly to the fans themselves. The only sounds coming from the watercraft are that of the fans and an occasional soothing tone, like that of whale calls. Signs of real activity manifest, when the nose finally emerges from the open end opposite of the boat dock and the rest of the watercraft slowly follow it out into the morning sun. Although the inside of the passenger cabin becomes fully illuminated by the sun, the affect of it's heat is not felt at all. A change occurs outside, as the surface of all the panels begin changing color to match the water reeds. Once the water craft completely clears the boat house, the color change then occurs with the propellers and robust guards around them, as the craft begins to subtly lift itself out of the water. The flat bottom hull then finally changes to the same color, as it finally clears the water by a distance of only one foot. Back inside the cabin, the floating image of the watercraft briefly flickers green for the sections that just changed color. It then morphs into a map of the entire valley and a tiny white ring appears over their current location. Soon another tiny white ring appears at the destination of another boat dock, as a connecting white line appears and the three briefly flicker green. The floating image then disappears and is replaced by the view of the reed grass directly ahead. Soon much more of the sky becomes visible, as the water craft begins lifting higher. The vertical ascent stops, once the watercraft achieves sufficient cruising height at twelve feet above the reeds. A wire frame 3D image briefly manifests in front of Danny and Max, that lines up with the reed field ahead and changes from red to green once they reach the desired height. Danny twitches a finger and causes a digital clock to briefly pop up with green letters.

“See. Still on time and not at all late." Max comments and they both chuckle.

The clock then disappears, along with the image overlaying the view of the reed field.

“Looks like everything is a go for flight to the boat dock and rovers." Danny observes.

E P I L O G U E

The watercraft gently accelerates swiftly across the miles of reed field and carries it's expectant passengers towards their eventual destination at the Crop Circle, beyond the boundary of of the No Tech Zone. Both Danny and Max turn their heads and look behind them for quick visual inspection of the others. Satisfied with seeing nothing out of place, they turn their heads back and relax themselves more, as they allow the syrup to flow more freely out of them. Meanwhile John is getting a sample of what milker men experience, when they get used back in the enchanted swamp. Let it go. Let it flow.