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Swamp Water Co-written by Leo_Todrius and R.E.L.

It was a balmy, warm, humid day... then again it often was around the swamp. Wind chimes hanging from the trailers were still, condensation building up on the windows... but amid it all, there was still signs of life. A movement of youth. Keith was all fairly new to the area, his black hair drenched with sweat and taking on almost a bit of a sheen. His white wife beater t-shirt was soaked with sweat but when the only alternative to doing something was to sit around and endure, Keith felt that he might as well get to know his new neighbors and neighborhood, if he could ever track them down. Never had there been a larger contrast to just doing nothing... they were certainly up to something...

The sound of crickets and other swampland creatures filled the air as Keith sat on his porch, looking down at the neighborhood street in front of him. It was pretty crazy to think that he'd gotten this house for free, an inheritance from his grandfather who Keith had taken care of for his last few months. A sad look filled his face as memories of his grandfather flooded to him, some of the neighborhood kids playing in the street before him as the sun set behind them. With the new developments in the area, the area more resembled a middle American suburb than a swamp at times, at least in every way other than the price. Although the shades were pulled on most of the houses in his neighborhood, Keith noticed that there was movement behind every window. The area had definitely changed a lot since Keith's childhood when he visited his grandpa, as more retirees and people commuting to Orlando moved in and began to outnumber the locals. Well, at least his grandpa's property still had boat access to the swamp, a luxury that many of the new houses in the neighborhood lacked. Not only that, but the old airboat was still in good shape.

The more Keith considered it, the more he felt like a ride on the airboat would do him some good. It had been a while... and there really wasn't much else to do. Keith stood up and stretched, taking a big breath before he moved for the end of the property, leaving the now well-manicured streets and cookie cutter houses behind as he moved into the underbrush, heading toward the dock where the swamp boat was moored.

The dank odor of the swamp filled Keith's nose as he stepped down down onto the boat, taking a seat on the back plank of it. He quickly started the engine before unmooring the boat, and sped off through the shallow riverways of the Everglades, the floodlights on his airboat cutting through the thick darkness that was setting in quickly as the sun dipped behind the horizon. After a good half hour, however, the motor began to sputter, causing the boat to stall in the middle of the wilderness, miles from civilization. It wasn't the first time... though Keith certainly wasn't pleased. Thankfully, he had GPS and a satellite phone in the survival kit on the boat.

Keith moved, fishing out his emergency kit to open it up and get the GPS. The last time he'd been stuck he'd been relatively close to a house in the boonies, someone able to give him help... though he hadn't seen any in quite a while. He flicked on the GPS and it started giving a reading of his coordinates. He set the GPS carefully on the bench before pulling out the satellite phone, turning it on. It chirped as it tried to align... then chirped again... and again. Keith felt a stone sink in his stomach. The no signal light was flashing. He cast his eyes up to the heavens, looking at the stars and the distinct lack of signal.

"Oh come on!" he groaned in dismay before sighing deeply, leaning back, trying to determine what the best course of action would be. His evening relaxation was quickly turning into a life or death situation. He blinked his dark brown eyes and ran a hand through his sweat soaked black hair, trying to get the grime out and cool down a little bit, but it wasn't yet working.

Even in the dark, the Florida heat felt like it was sticking to his skin. The air felt thick with humidity as the sounds of frogs croaking and herons cawing echoed through the night. Keith knew that the water in the 'Glades was only 3 feet at most in the areas around his town, but given how far he was riding out, it would take him at least 2 hours to hike back to anything resembling civilization and call a cab. Keith's heart dropped as he realized the worst of it: he'd have to hike back through the Everglades... in the dark.

The thought sent chills down his spine as he thought of all the man eating creatures that lived in the dark swamp. It was a trek that few would end up surviving. Keith begrudgingly decided to stay in the air boat until at least dawn and hike back in the morning when the gators were a bit more docile. Besides, a night beneath the stars couldn't be all bad... At least he was unlikely to catch his death of chill with the heat the way it was even after dark. He packed the satellite phone away and turned the GPS back off, putting them into their water tight container and sliding that beneath the bench before he moved to find a part of the boat to stretch out on.

Keith curled his feet as he stretched out on the floor of the boat, the stars twinkling above him. This was one of the few places in the country free of light pollution, and with that, Keith was treated to a clear view of the milky way... Keith could make out thousands upon thousands of individual stars twinkling above him, leaving more spots filled with faint dots of light than darkness, so many points that it boggled his mind.

"This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen..." Keith muttered to himself as he stared in awe at the majestic sight above him. Keith felt as if, in the midst of tragedy and calamity, that he had reached the edge of nirvana. It was a truly comforting state to be in as he started to let himself drift off to sleep. The buzzing of insects became a sort of white noise, the smell of the marshes faded as he got used to his surroundings. It was as if he was a son of the everglades rather than a grandson. The hours ticked by, the stars sparkled and danced... and a new smell began creeping across the swamp, a wet and dank sort of musk... peaty earth, swamp water, sweat, male... a classic sort of musk with a swamp twist. The smell was soon accompanied by a gentle sloshing, small ripples moving across the surface of the water.

A dark figure waded towards the stalled air boat, eying the sleeping young man, practically a boy. A sinister grin stretched across his face as the clean, innocent scent of the boy filled his nostrils. It smelled of human, and of human civilization, of cars and dogs and office cubicles, but he detected a hint of something under all of it, a hint of the swamp in the scent of this boy. His veiny member filled with blood at the thought, but the beast knew that this boy wouldn't be going far with his boat in the shape it was, and if he were lucky, the boy would lead him towards a few more potential slaves.

Keith continued his slumber, unaware anything had approached, least of all a sentient alligator standing on two legs. Even if he had been awake, he would have sworn he was dreaming. The dank, musky odor continued to flow through Keith's nostrils as he drifted further into sleep, the alligator beast inching towards him as he began to lightly snore. The beast grinned devilishly as he knew now that the boy would offer little resistance through his slumber. The beast had it's wrapped its slimy, clawed hand around its member, the monster covered with a dripping, slimy sheen that was the product of a lifetime in the swamps. The beast let out a light, raspy moan as a drop of yellow, tainted pre-cum dripped from his cock before splashing onto the boy's face.

Even in his sleep, Keith seemed to know something was wrong... well, not wrong... different. He tossed and turned a little, sweating more. His back arched just a bit before relaxing. The yellow precum ran across his face, collecting in the soft invisible hairs that arched above his upper lip, the peach fuzz slowly staining darker, first yellow like the pre and then black as he developed his first mustache. Despite being deep asleep, when the rancid taste of monster pre met his tongue, blood started rushing to his shaft. His once white teeth were stained a bit... and almost seemed to look a bit more rugged, even sharper. Keith involuntarily arched his back again through his slumber, pumping his hips into the air as his body was filled with lust. His cock filled with even more blood, tenting through his pants as he murmured softly, a sleepy grin stretching across his face. As his tongue licked the new, sharper edges of his teeth, the beast standing above him knew that the boy was his.

***

The first stirrings of morning came with bird song before the sun had risen above the horizon. The skies were full of greens and browns and golds, all sorts of colors few were awake early enough to see... But it was enough to stir Keith up. He murmured and sat up slowly, realizing he had the most wonderful taste in his mouth. His tongue slathered across his cheeks and teeth, taking it all in before he yawned, his brand new mustache contorting with his lips. He let the time pass until the light had risen enough to put most of the animals to sleep. It was time to start his journey. He dropped a coffee can with cement poured in it down to anchor the boat, withdrew the GPS from the kit and dropped into the water, sloshing toward the tree line in the distance, hoping with wood would come some signs of civilization, or at least what passed as that way out in the Glades. He sloshed through the knee-high water for over an hour before he eventually heard the revving of a boat up ahead. He let out a sigh of relief before calling out at the top of his lungs;

"Help! Anyone, I'm here!" he shouted out into the swamp, his view obscured by the heavy fog that set over the place in the morning hours. He heard the whirring of a motor approach him before a dark, boat-shaped blob appeared in the distance through the fog. As the vessel got closer and closer to him, he could make out three, clearly local rednecks riding in the back of a speedboat.

As the boat pulled up to him, Keith sized up the three guys before him. They all looked like they hadn't showered in days, covered in the sweaty sheen one got after hours in the Florida sun. The one driving the boat had three days of stubble on him, and a black trucker hat perched on his head, his dirty blonde hair covering his forehead. He had two earrings piercing the top of his ear, and some torn, plaid button-down shirt with the sleeves ripped off so it looked like a vest. His friend looked as though he had never seen a razor, a thick burly brown beard hanging from his face. He had several extra pounds on him but looked as if he could snap a tree in half with the amount of muscle he had. Much like the driver of the airboat, the last redneck had dishwater blond hair, though it was shaped into a bit of a greasy mullet that was rather long in the back, matching the long tuft of blond hair hanging from his chin.

Keith normally shied away from rednecks, but it must have been their chance at finding him that filled him with such strong emotions... for he was incredibly hard for some reason. he blushed, trying to turn his hips so they wouldn't notice.

"It's good of y'all to come... I was bound to be roasted dinner for sure out here by my lonesome... self, by my self." Keith said, shaking his head, confused as to why he had used those particular words. Without realizing it, a particularly strong swampy musk was pouring off of Keith, saturating the air. The three rednecks on the boat looked a bit flabbergasted by a guy trudging in the middle of the everglades in a plaid shirt and jeans, but as Keith's musky odor wafted in the air around them, they found the questions that arose in their mind melt away. They helped Keith hop onto the boat, and revved up the engine, speeding off into the swamp.

"It really ain't no problem," the driver muttered as he maneuvered the boat's propeller. "We all know how nasty the swamps 'round here can get 'round this time of year. The name's Jimbo, by the way." he introduced.

"Nice to meet you Jimbo, I'm Keith." he said before his brown eyes moved to take in the other two boys on the boat. The bearded one extended a meaty hand towards Keith

"Name's Bubba" He said gruffly. "Pleased to meet ya'." Keith took his hand and smiled meekly, a bit intimidated by the big hulk of a man. He looked as though he was made of 300 lbs of solid muscle, like he could crush Keith's head between his massive biceps... though something was compelling him to check out those biceps. Keith stopped himself from licking his lips. The third guy reached a smaller hand out towards Keith.

"They call me Bill," The man said, a friendly smile on his face as he took Keith's hand in his. "Its a real pleasure." Keith caught himself staring at Bill's chest, the nipples poking through his wifebeater atop his built, sweat-sheened pecs. Keith just imagined himself taking off the man's shirt, rubbing his scaly hand against his chest... wait... where'd that come from?! Keith was a little freaked out, as he'd never thought of guys in this way before, but he shook the thought out of his mind and sat next to Bill on the back bench of the boat. Although, for some reason, he didn't feel the need to question the thought about his hand being covered in shiny, slimy, dark green scales.

The trip inland took about twenty minutes before they slowed, approaching a wayward shack in the middle of nowhere, stilts keeping it just above the shallow water. It was a drug runner's paradise, a stopping point to refuel when smuggling things in the back way. Keith knew he should have been scared, but no fear was anywhere in his mind... Just mounting lust. His hips rose and fell just a little, involuntarily humping the air as he looked at the rednecks and dreamed of being one of them, being a bad boy like them... he dreamed of Bill's goatee, Bubba's Beard, of Jimbo's amazing muscles. Keith blushed, unable to stop his mind or his hips in the slightest. He was like a dog in heat... though the source was of a very different kind.

The rednecks around Keith barely noticed the sensual motions that Keith was making as they pulled up to the shack. After tying up the boat, all four of the men climbed up the ladder onto the main platform of the house, and unlocked the front door, walking into a living room that looked like the most amazing bachelor pad that Keith had ever seen, with football posters posted all over the walls, and three huge sofas with a big-screen TV. There was a foosball table and a full-service bar, and what looked like a giant bag of marijuana on the coffee table in front of the TV. Keith was a bit shocked by the extravagance of the interior, given the beaten up look of the house as they were coming up to it. His concerns melted, though, as Bubba began to pour some drinks for all of them.

Keith wandered over to the bar, watching Bubba pour, soaking in the sight of him some more. There was a fierce erection in his swamp soaked pants, his cock practically visible. One night in the swamp had changed Keith in more ways than he had ever anticipated. He had been practically celibate back on shore, but here... He was a horny beacon transmitting a scent into the wilderness, a smell provocative to humans on an unconscious level but an irresistible signal to any unusual life anywhere around. None of the men had noticed the wild life was growing restless outside.

As the scent continued to grow more concentrated within the room, Jimbo and Bubba's eyes began to glaze over. Keith noticed a visible tent in their pants as they eyed his tight bubble butt through his wet pants. Just a few hours ago, Keith would have been horrified by the thought of two dirty, horny rednecks wanting to have sex with him, but right now... it made him wanna get down on his knees and service them until he swallowed every one of their loads. Keith licked his lips, and inched closer to the bar, putting his hand close to Bubba's as he sat down on one of the bar stools. After a moment he moved the hand and rested it on the large man's, rubbing at his huge meaty knuckles, feeling the bits of hair on the back of his hand.

"So what do you boys do for fun around here?" he all but purred, panting, craving to truly be one of them.

"Well," Jimbo muttered, his gaze fixed on Keith's crotch, "What did you have in mind? We're certainly open to suggestions." Bubba and Bill nodded in agreement, all examining Keith's muscular form as they did so. Jimbo suggestively reached a hand up his t-shirt, exposing his tight 6-pack for Keith, sending a shudder up the mustachioed man's spine. Keith turned and all but lunged, his lips parting. His tongue began to slather and slide up his muscles, his ass wiggling in the air, his cock starting to leak pre into the swamp water soaked cloth. There was no holding him back.

Jimbo let out a soft moan as Bubba and Bill unbuckled their belts and unbuttoned their pants, pulling out their sweaty, hardening 8" cocks, and began stroking them. They reached their hands out to Keith and began massaging his hard body, rubbing his nipples, stroking his cock. Jimbo thrust his hips against Keith's face, hungry for the moment when this boy would take his cock inside his mouth. Keith reached over, trailing his hand along Bubba's huge body, appreciating every inch. He would have even been turned on if the man had a huge belly to go with his beard. Keith let out whimpers, not sure where to start other than unbuckling his pants. The wet cloth and underwear fell to the ground, leaving the lean gangly young man in the midst of the horny rednecks.

The slut gave Jimbo's cock a hearty slurp with his tongue, brown eyes gazing up at the blond before his lips parted and started slipping over the mushroom shaped head... all the while, Keith's cock was starting to drip yellow tainted precum, as potent as what the gator had shared with him the night before. The intense musky scent wafted up from the pre a hundred fold, driving the rednecks well into their own lust frenzy.

Bill got down on his hands and knees and put his face close to the puddle underneath Keith. Although he'd never been into guys before in his life, he was incredibly turned on by the scene around him, it just seemed so manly and he wanted nothing more than to taste the source of the intoxicating, musky aroma that had filled the room. His hands reached up from where he was on the floor to Keith's balls as he pulled back the foreskin on the base of the boy's cock, tightening the skin around his shaft. He began to stroke the boy with his other hand as he licked the skin on Keith's abdomen. A charge began moving through Bill, a sort of thrill... the pre continued to drizzle, splashing him in the face.

"Hungry? Wanna get a little slime in that goat of yours?" Keith all but growled. Despite being as slutty as he was, there was something wild about him, almost like he was a predator... and these humans where his prey. He grinned, gazing to Bill, looking deep into his eyes, practically into his very soul... taunting him, daring him... Bill's body continued to pulse, the pre running into his goatee and soaking it. The shaggy blond hair was getting stained, first a dirty yellow before it became a sort of lime green color. Bill's lips were getting drier, tougher, his teeth stained yellow and growing sharper. The redneck was starting to feel a hunger unlike any he had ever experienced before, but Keith returned his mouth and focus to Jimbo's shaft, giving the redneck leader his dues.

Jimbo shuddered as Keith's mouth puckered onto his shaft, sucking with the force of a Hoover vacuum as he slid his face up and down the redneck's cock. Meanwhile, Bubba began to rub his cock all over Jimbo and Keith, kissing Jimbo's neck as his cock began to fully harden at 10" just from watching the two. As much as Keith had a thing for Bubba, he was focused entirely on Jimbo. The shaft in his mouth was growing harder, firmer... the flesh was tougher, and most surprisingly there was a bit of a color change. Every time Keith slid back, the cock in his mouth seemed several shades darker. At first it seemed to be just a good tan, but now it seemed well on its way to turning black... but Keith's saliva was soaking his entire bush getting down to the skin around it. Jimbo felt too dry, his skin parched... even cracking. Segments beneath his bush were shifting, turning green.

Jimbo let out a moan, his voice sounding several octaves deeper as the skin around his crotch and abs began to become greener and greener. Bill's face looked like it was starting to jut out from his skull as he focused his attention to Keith's shaft. The boys were so lost in the lustful feeling that had consumed them, that they barely noticed the sloshing of the water outside or creaking noises from the platform outside the house. A shadow fell across the doorway as the gator stepped in, overlooking his handywork. Keith was right in the middle of it all, his plump ass beckoning Bubba while Bill sucked him off and Jimbo fucked his face. Bubba, noticing the opening, spat in his palm and began to lube up his huge, soda-can wide cock, sticking a finger up the ass of the slutty boy before him, widening him up with one, then two, then three fingers before jamming his cock up the horny boypussy. What Bubba failed to realize was that his three fingers had become green, hard, leathery digits tipped with long, thick claws... and more of him craved to feel the same way. Keith started gyrating, figuring out the perfect movements to bounce between Jimbo and Bubba's cocks, thrusting into Bill's muzzle beneath him.

Bill had undergone the most dramatic change, his eyes going wideset as his muzzle stretched long enough to support huge gator cocks. His teeth were sharp and wild... and a long, lime green goatee stuck down from the tip of his gator muzzle. The green crept across his head, his blond hair turning the same lime green as the skin turned green and leathery, the changes moving down his neck as he guzzled the tainted precum. A sinister grin spread across the Alligator Man's face as he stepped up to his four new slaves, stroking his slimy, shiny, musk-producing cock with his clawed hand.

He came up behind the bearded Bubba, reaching his hand to the boy's muscular pecs, pinching the boy's nipples between his deadly claws. He shoved his slick, veiny, elephantine cock into the boy's asshole as he let out the victorious roar of a bull alligator, echoing through the swamp for miles. The four boys roared back, glad to be with their leader. Keith's eyes became slits and he moaned, thrusting harder. As fast as Bill had changed, Bubba was picking up the pace. Each thrust of his cock into Keith's ass turned it darker until it was pitch black... then each time he pulled back seemed to stretch the cock longer, but that wasn't the half of it. His pucker had turned black as well, the round ass cheeks around the gator's cock were turning green, leathery and segmenting into scales all while a tiny nub of flesh was pushing out from his tailbone, starting to stretch and grow longer, turning green like all the skin beneath.

Jimbo looked as though he was entranced as Keith continued to suck his cock for all it was worth. He was trying to remember his human life, his human memories, but they seemed like they happened lifetimes ago, the details of his old life escaping him as soon as he could remember it. A voice spoke to him through the fog that was setting in on his mind, telling him that this was his life now... to suck and fuck and take cock as deep up his ass as he could... Although a small piece of his mind tried to resist the thought, it became a part of the very core of his being, the compulsion, the desire to fuck and be fucked by hot, sweaty, muscular alligator men taking over his mind. Most of his memories melted away as if they had never existed, but other portions were changed, altered, corrupted... He and his friends had always been together, smoking and drinking and fucking, covered with scales... When the last piece of his human memories left him and were changed, he let out a roar as the scales on his crotch began to crawl over the rest of his body.

Jimbo's black cock pulsed thicker, longer with every thrust. His balls swelled tight, his muscled abdomen hardened and shifted, turning green and cracked as his shoulders jutted out wider, becoming disproportionate with muscle. His fingers grew longer, the nails turning rough and ivory before they sank into his fingers and emerged from the tips. His feet throbbed, changing in his shoes. The green skin continued to spread, rushing over his nipples. While he didn't lose the human nubs, they grew leathery and tough. It would take the sharp teeth or claws of a gator just to stimulate them.

The gator bull watched in pride as the largest of his creations took shape. His ass cheeks parted as a long, thick, powerful tail began growing in. The scales crept up his back, his chest, meeting on his neck and rising. They spilled out across his jaw before the bones contorted. His lips pushed out, his nose seemed to melt into the expanding flesh, his nostrils becoming little more than slits. Jimbo's new muzzle smacked its hungry lips as it reached full length, all the teeth inside becoming sharp and wild. His eyes shimmered, becoming almost golden as they slit, his ears sinking into his skull to become aquatic slits. All across his mighty body, he was nothing but true gator man... and he started to cum like one.

Keith's cheeks went wide as he nearly lost a hold of the precious tainted slime, but he wouldn't let any of it be wasted. He guzzled it down greedily, letting the corrupt cum fill his gut with heat... and accelerate his changes. He had fewer memories to lose and change, having been transforming slowly. His entire body seemed to pulse. Each breath he took filled his torso with muscle, his skin turning green all over. Cracks began ripping through the flesh all over before his skin practically exploded into gator scale. His tail stretched longer, thumping against bubba's chest as the bearded man was fucking a true gator stud.

With the source of his feast transformed, Bill was getting a true meal now. The pre that had given him the head of a gator became full cum. Bill gulped it down as fast as he could, though some spilled out of his lips. His stomach was the first to change in his lower body, his soft belly turning hard with green scales that were spreading out. He bobbed his muzzle up and down, continuing to savor the flavor, feeling his memories altered... thick clouds of weed smoke escaping from their nostril slits, the new kinds of pipes and bongs they had been forced to make to accommodate their muzzles, all the drug runners they had turned into beasts... they were false memories, but certainly something that they could make a reality.

Bubba was the last one left to change. His feet were covered with scales and were now nearly three times as large as they were before. Maybe it was because he'd stepped into a puddle of Keith's pre as he was fucking the boy, but regardless, his ass and groin were certainly undergoing their own changes as Master fucked him, hitting Bubba's sensitive spot with the tip of his cock as he thrusted inside of him. Bubba moaned like a little bitch, his prostate taking a beating as his Master thrust faster and faster, pinching his nipples tightly with his reptilian claws as he shot his load inside the huge, muscular man.

Bill gasped, closing his eyes tightly as he felt the warmth of Master's seed filling him. He then opened his eyes, revealing that his pupils had become serpentine slits, and that his eyes had become lime green. He smiled in complete bliss and lust, revealing his toothy grin as his beard began to turn lime green, transforming into a set of reptilian frills jutting out from his face. He thrust his hips back and forth as he felt Master's seed change him from the inside, all memories of his human life spilling out of him as he shot his load into Keith's transformed black pucker.

The five males were a mass of sex, sweat, musk, scales and cum... but after several hours the four boys seemed to fall into a slimy heap before the bull gator, all content and happy... and still horny despite their exhaustion. They maneuvered around to gaze up at the male that had made it all possible.

Master smiled down at his four new slaves, excited about the possibilities that lay ahead for him and his boys. His cock hardened at the thought of all the chances he would get to have these boys ride his thick pole, and who knew, maybe if he got lucky, the drug operation that the rednecks were running would bring in some more slaves. Oh yes, the beast thought, a sinister but content smile on his face, so many possibilities were floating in the swamp water...