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Wet Dream

Looking over his shoulder into the dark neighborhood streets, Mezz carefully hoisted his duffel bag over the fence, brown padded paws jangling against the chain links as he climbed up and over after it, swearing as his baggy sweatshirt pocket caught on the top, ripping slightly. His thick brown furred rudder-like tail bobbed as he caught his balance on the other side, picking up his bag as he looked forwards towards the glittering cerulean waters of the closed public pool.

Being agile had never been a problem for him; he'd taken gymnastics when he was a kid, and everyone had been amazed to see an otter quite so dexterous on land. But that was Mezz's shameful secret, he had no clue how to swim whatsoever. For as long back as he could remember, water had simply been a terrifying enigma, something to be avoided, which was always a big embarrassment at family gatherings. But thankfully, now that he was states away, no one at his university even knew about his specific deficiencies.

But with his new friends having rented a beach house for next weekend, he faced the awkward prospect of two days of explaining why he didn't want to go near the ocean . . . or actually figuring out how to swim. Walking towards the dark yawning openings that led to the locker rooms, he breathed in the chlorine scented air and told himself that it couldn't be _that_bad, even as the smooth hair on the back of his neck ruffled just thinking about it, flailing helplessly in the water as it closed in around him.

Well, at the very least, he didn't have to even have to go to the deep end, and there was no way he could drown in just three feet of water. And anyways, it wasn't like he hadn't come prepared. In the shadowy locker room, he dropped his duffle to the ground and peeled off his baggy clothes, revealing his bright green Speedo, as he grinned and blushed slightly despite his privacy. His family would lampoon him if they knew he'd bought a fancy swimsuit without even learning to swim yet, but the snug fabric just felt right around him, tightly cradling his furry sheath and testes and leaving him with a bulge that even he'd admit was pretty sexy. It also added a certain thrill to be stripping down to what amounted to just tight underwear in what was usually a pretty public place.

That wasn't going to save him from drowning though. He sheepishly took his small plastic hand pump out of his bag, grabbing the wadded mass of gray vinyl in one paw and fumbling around for the nozzle. It wasn't really a flotation device per say, just one of those inflatable toys that he'd had since he was a kid, a stumpy looking sled dog with wide staring blue eyes and a permanent goofy grin on its face. He'd pretty much always kept it wadded away in his dresser since he never went swimming, but tonight he was going to change that.

Pacing around to a secluded corner away from the lucent beam of moonlight pouring in the door, he began to pump up his somewhat embarrassing precautionary device as his foot-paw stumbled a bit as he stepped on something cool and slightly crinkly on the floor. Squinting his eyes as he looked down, he found that it was the condensed remains of another vinyl pool toy of some sort. He thought it was maybe one of those cheap kind of beds that you can just recline on and sip at some kind of tropical beverage, but upon further inspection, it turned out to be a rather wide green crocodile judging by the crinkled toothy grin.

Squeezing the pump back and forth a few more times, he made the gray husky he was holding bulge slightly. He then quickly removed the pump and capped his old toy before much of the air could hiss back out. Quizzically, he examined the deflated gator, and decided that if one floating thing in the pool might help him out, two would definitely be at least doubly useful. He could hold one in each hand, and balance himself a bit. Shrugging, he found the clear nipple on the wrinkly mass's belly, inserted the pump, and began to inflate the slightly larger looking toy.

As it took shape, it made a few odd sounds as the air flowed into it, not just the usual whooshing or occasional airy squeak, but some odd almost guttural bass sounds, like a a oak door creaking open, or some large giant of a creature yawning after waking up from a millennial nap. He laughed as he saw the thing's form take shape, noticing that the large inflatable gator had painted on sunglasses, probably some relic of the nineties. Mezz's webbed fingers kept squeezing the pumps plunger, other hand holding the toy steady, furry fingers running over the odd vinyl material, it felt a little more giving, and thicker than he expected, but perhaps it was just a little well used. Mezz chuckled to himself, pumping slightly harder, looking to the wide happy eyes of the inflatable husky that sat on the ground as if it were waiting for him to speak.

"So what? I don't like water . . ." he said to no one in particular, shrugging as he plugged the up the now plumped up crocodile and picked it up, grabbing hold of the smooth vinyl of the husky under his other, gym-bag-wrapped around his paw with all the rest of his stuff as he walked out to the shallow end of the glistening night-lit pool, the smell of chlorine making him slightly nervous. His padded toes tensed as he set his things down, eyeballing the black "3 ft." markers that almost ominously reminded him of the encounters from his childhood.

Someone had pushed him in as a joke, because obviously all otters can swim, right? It had been such a shock that the first thing he did was inhale a huge lungful of pool water, thrashing around in the endless blue as his body burned with adrenaline fueled panic. He woke up vomiting onto a lifeguard when he woke up. The lion had dragged him out of the pool and given him mouth to mouth . . . and ended up being spewed on by a seven year old. Needless to say that Mezz had never really lived it down. He still had dreams of the lifeguard though: his strong caring paws and thick mane, mussed by the otter's own gurgling hacks.

There were no steps leading in to the pool, but it was only three feet deep, right? At least he was certainly a lot taller now. "Alright guys." He took the inflatable duo and tossed them gently into the corner of the shallow end, watching them glide over the surface of the water like kitschy made-in-China versions of Jesus. "Nice and easy . . ." Mezz allowed his legs to dangle over the ledge, sitting back and leaning against his thick tail.

He gulped.

It did really feel nice, the cool water catching in the thick webbing between his toes as he waved his foot-paws back and forth. With a grimace, he closed his eyes, sliding forwards inch by inch into the yawning blue abyss, claws scrabbling at the edge in immediate regret as he slid into the pool. There was a terrible splashing and he could feel the water hitting his whiskers as he let out a muffled squeak of terror before realizing that he wasn't actually sinking.

His feet were firmly planted on the plastered bottom of the pool, and most of his torso remained out of the water. Opening his eyes cautiously, he saw the two pool-toys bobbing in the corner, cool grin and manic smile seeming to mock him. But it really wasn't that bad! He took a tentative step, becoming a little unbalanced but finding that he fell slow enough to right himself even if he toppled a little, thick tail thrashing nervously behind him.

Just for stability, he reached out and wrapped his arms around the husky toy, letting it fall on its side, marveling at how it seemed so stable on the water's surface. It felt a little strange to only lean to one side so he tugged over the cool crocodile, leaning against its inflatable bulk as well, slowly pushing himself though the water with a wonderous smile on his face.

This really wasn't so scary, walking through the water like this. He was really starting to get the hang of it, even enjoying the gurgling sloshes his body made as he stepped through the cerulean lit pool. After walking from side to side with increasing bounce in his steps, aided by the delightfully buoyant vinyl reassurance, he turned himself towards the deep end, whiskers drooping slightly at the thought of no solid ground beneath his feet.

Steeling his grasp against the yielding bodies of his buoyant compatriots, he took a few short steps towards the deeper end of the pool. To his surprise, it wasn't that frightening at all. The cool water rose slightly up on his belly, and everything else was fine. His whiskers perked up as he strode a little further, leaning against his vinyl insurance policies, dimpling their somewhat supple bodies as the water gradually rose to just under his shoulders.

Laughing nervously, Mezz couldn't believe how easy it all was. All it took was a little bit of determination, and all of his worst fears were put to rest, the water lapping around him in a comforting manner. It was amazing that he'd never really forced himself to do this before. In jubilation, he lifted his body up, palms pressing down against the back of the gator and the side of the husky, marveling that he felt so light in the water.

At that moment, both of his arms shot out in different directions, inflatable toys shoved to either side by his unstable body weight as he splashed into the pool, flailing in a cold wet spume of panic as his life preservers serenely drifted away on the top of the water. He held his breath and waved his arms, unable to tell which direction was up as his rudder-like tail thrashed in desperation. Bursts of his breath came out as a torrent of panicked white bubbles rushing from his nose.

Whipping around, he tried to thrust himself towards the surface, moving all of his limbs at once and feeling the water shift around him as he pushed, ramming head first into the bottom of the pool. Red and purple lights danced before his eyes as addled pain erupted from his forehead. His motions grew weaker as his vision dimmed, and his thrashing grew confused, his wide eyes open but unseeing as his body drifted down towards the bottom of the pool.

But something shook him from his stupor, a sudden movement breaking the glassy surface of the water, a hand reaching down towards him. Grasping up weakly, Mezz's senses faded as he felt the green hand clench around his own, jerking him up with the sensation of weightless ease as his eyes closed to black.

* * *

He was brought to by the strangest sensation, soft but firm arms wrapped around him as he reclined propped against some kind of oddly giving material. A muzzle pressed against his lips, huffing air into him as he suddenly coughed and sputtered, disgorging a sopping spray of warm pool water from his lungs, heaving as the sensations of consciousness fully returned to him, tingling through his body as he remembered what had just happened.

"T-thank you." He huffed out weakly, opening his eyes that quickly widened in surprise.

"No prob, little guy." The grinning shade clad face of the inflatable crocodile leered back at him, speaking in a deep voice made of melted chocolate and midnight.

Mezz was taken aback, starting in surprise, making his precarious position wobble about wildly as he realized that he was still on the water, afloat on the gator's belly, making him desperately reach out for solid purchase.

"Hey there, I didn't pull you out just so you could drown yourself again. Just calm down, little guy." The impossible creature's inflatable, and yet oddly powerful arms grabbed him, wrapped up around his shoulders on either side.

"Y-you can talk!?"

"When I'm inclined." His grip loosened as Mezz gradually stopped struggling.

"But that's impossible." The otter protested as his inflatable rescuer stopped rocking so violently with his worried motions.

"Someone had to save you." The beast's vinyl grin spread wide. "Besides, it looks like you need some help learning to enjoy the water . . ." Tight arms squeezed teasingly around the otter's mussed sleek fur to make a point.

"I uhh . . ." Mezz legitimately had no idea what disbelief to express first. "I guess you heard that?"

"I didn't need to hear, man. Watching you pussyfoot around the pool like a cat watching a bath was more entertainment than I've had in ages." A painted brow raised above the croc's cool shades. "I could help you with that you know . . ."

"What do you mean?" It was hard not to get lost in those deep sweet words, vibrations from the pool toy's voice resonating through his body.

"I got the whole story from you buddy, but water ain't so bad." The engulfing green crocodile let one of his arms slide over the water, paddling casually. "You just have to get a little change in perspective."

"Buddy? But I didn't . . . "

He was interrupted by a squeaking of vinyl on vinyl and a far too overenthusiastic voice. "Yeah, yeah! Can we start now, huh, please?" The animate figure of his old inflatable leaned over against the green bulk of the crocodile, painted on pink tongue panting impossibly as the husky's wide eyes looked down at Mezz with inextricable eagerness, muzzle rubbing against his lime speedo'd crotch.

"Hold your horses. We've got time." The croc's hand pushed the nearly weightless inflatable gently back. "Besides, I don't even know if the little guy wants our help yet." He turned to Mezz. "But I'm assuming that's why you brought us here, right?

"But . . . you're just a toy. How can you . . .?" His mind was having a hard time keeping up with the impossibility.

"Yeah. A toy!" The simplified gray husky arfed. "It's great!"

"Let's just focus on the question at hand hmm?" The rumbling voice of the gator drew back his attention as the inflatable husky splashed and frolicked on the surface of the pool. "You came here to enjoy the water right?"

"What? I mean, yeah, I guess, but . . ." Mezz tried to protest

"Good. Good." The thrumming bass of the croc's voice vibrated through him. "We can help. All you need to do is ask."

"But all of this is impossible. I mean, you can't possibly expect me to believe that I'm . . . talking to an inflatable . . . uhh . . ." He was unsure exactly where to continue after claiming that the other part in the conversation didn't really exist.

"Then you don't have anything to loose, man. Might as well just say yes."

Panic rising in his chest, Mezz raised his voice."You know what? Fine. Whatever." He lifted up an arm in exasperation, causing them both to rock on the surface of the water. "This can't possibly be happening though . . ."

"There ya go." The gator smiled as only an inflatable crocodile can as the husky yipped in glee. Mezz's eyes widened as the strong green creature leaned in over him, tan chin craning down as he forced his muzzle against the otter's agape mouth. It was hard to say exactly how, but the creature's nonexistent lips sealed around Mezz's own in a bizarre kiss.

The otter struggled for a second with the oddity, paws tugging at the gator's limbs that still grasped around him. But then he paused as something amazing happened. The gator exhaled. No, perhaps that was the wrong term, but somehow, he forced air from himself into the throat of the wriggling otter. The breath had the musky cloying odor of fresh vinyl and some other strongly artificial scent that made his whiskers perk up with the pungency of it.

His struggles lessened and his odd captor pressed his muzzle in further, blowing harder into Mezz's mouth as his jaw went slack with the sheer oddness of the sensation. The yipping squeaky husky danced around on the water, getting closer and nuzzling against the tight lime green garment covering his crotch, feeling his obscured sheath tighten in time with the heavy breaths, each one sounding like a pump inflating rubber ball.

It surprised Mezz that his lungs didn't seem to fill up, not breathing out as the strange kiss continued. A pressure building up inside of him as something felt like it was stretching inside of him, strangely not painful, but deliriously pleasant as that thick vinyl smell sank into his senses. He didn't notice that as the hypnotic huffing continued, his short furry ears began to glisten, twitching as they slowly were pressed out into plump shiny nubs atop his head, light brown with tan on the insides, pulsing as the musky breath filled them taut with pressurized air.

"Yeah, that's just what you needed, huh?" The cool gator's sharkish voice gleamed as he pulled back, leaving the otter panting oddly, smacking his lips with a look of bewilderment on his face.

The husky was continuing to be an overeager ball of excitement, asking "Now, now?" in a cute but somewhat grating manner.

"Wha-what's going on . . ." Mezz burbled out hazily.

"We're just giving you what you wanted, man. It feels good, don't it?" The gator raised up a hollow muscled arm to tweak at the otter's new pert rubbery smooth ears teasingly.

It was more sensitive than he believed possible, making Mezz squeak out in affirmational bliss, not fully understanding, but reveling in the sensation.

"I think we're ready for you now." The cool croc looked over toward the exuberant husky before turning Mezz sideways on his smooth yellow belly with the pattern of scutes painted on.

As soon as the otter's tail hit water, he began to thrash and writhe. "Please, don't drop me. Don't let me drown. I can't swim!"

"We could tell that . . ." The burly croc commented, his smooth pressurized bulk still under Mezz's back. "We're gonna help with that."

"Yeah, I'm helping!" The overenthusiastic husky ran up onto Mezz's chest, circling around wildly as if it were chasing its own bobbing poofy tail, plastic paws patting against the surprised otter's body.

"But how is any of this supposed to help? How is it even possible!?" His voice rang out, mania creeping in the edges again as he turned his head, looking up towards the smiling crocodile.

"You just have to get to know us a little better, little man. Then everything's gonna get a whole lot simpler." One of the inflatable reptile's hand's reached down to stroke against the otter's smooth furry belly as he spoke. Mezz was about to protest again, mouth opening before he could even find the words.

"Let's put that muzzle to better use than bellyaching, yeah?" The deep voice rumbled as the husky stopped twirling about, bending down on his front legs and raising his inflatable ass inches from Mezz's surprised face, squeaking happily.

Mezz's response was lost as the gator shoved his head against the husky's taut inflatable rear, feeling the thick pressurized tail bat against him wildly. Although he remembered the pool toy being rather featureless, there was a soft patch just under its wiggling tail, a puckered star of vinyl flesh that twitched against his snout. That same heady vinyl smell was present, overpowering the chlorine odor of the pool, but this time it was making his mouth water as it filled his senses, his black wet nose huffing out almost instinctually.

"There you go, little guy." The gator's hand rubbed at Mezz's head, teasing over his squeaky smooth vinyl ears, making his entire body light up in pleasure. "You like that smell, don't you?" He pinched at one of the twitching ear nubs tenderly. "I bet it just really turns you on, huh?" He pressed Mezz forwards a little harder. "Why don't you just have a little taste then, if you love it so much?"

Mezz's head was pounding as the cool gator's deep smooth words seemed to sink into his mind, aided by those scratching fingers on his head that made him squirm in bliss. It wasn't like the impossible green apparition was lying. That seductively artificial reek was cloying his senses as he inhaled, making him drool as his crotch bulged against his green Speedo.

The little husky yipped and yapped back his wordless encouragement as Mezz hesitantly opened his jaws and pressed his tongue forwards, tentatively prodding the musky vinyl star of skin.

"You can do better than that, little man." The gator rubbed at the back of his head as the fur began to become glossier and sleeker, rounded fingertips squeaking as Mezz groaned, sensations becoming overwhelming as his skin became uniform, smooth and glistening. "What are you waiting for? You've wanted this all your life."

It was a good question, and the otter couldn't quite recall why he had ever been recalcitrant. The bitter vinyl musk was like an ambrosia to his senses, and he nuzzled against the underside of the eager husky's taut tail, pressing out with his tongue, panting as he somehow sank into the taut rubbery flesh. The taste was even better, potently synthetic in a way that made his eyes water as the husky yapped and clenched around him with surprising pneumatic strength.

"There we go. That's what I'd expect from an eager little guy like yourself," the croc crooned, curling his body in, muzzle resting under the husky's front legs on Mezz's belly. He watched in satisfaction as the otter's willingness became more and more evident, his slick pink tongue surging forwards amorously. The sunglass clad reptile nibbled at Mezz's exposed belly with his tight gnawing stretchy jaws, feeling the muscles clench and shift under his sable fur.

Mezz couldn't help himself as the alligator's praises seemed to go straight to his head, making him feel all light and airy and . . . happy. He groaned in harder, making out with the eager husky's ass in sloppy loving strokes as his tongue began to feel hot and oily, sliding in with squeaking friction as the husky clenched and egged him on, slippery vinyl lubricant seeping into the otter's needy pink tongue.

The gator's mouth licked and nipped at his belly, pinching and teasing the flesh, gnawing on it tenderly as the skin began to slicken and squeak. Mezz continued needfully eating out the husky's rump as the croc raised out a sensitive nub of his flesh, turing transparent as he locked his lips around it and then huffed, causing Mezz's flesh to bulge. The otter wriggled at the new wonderful pressure as his surrounding fur shellacked down into stretchy brown and tan vinyl.

It was like someone was inflating a balloon inside of him, but not so foreign at all. Everything that was_Mezz_ was being condensed, pushed from the inside out to become a razor thin layer of gleaming synthetic substance, all of the sensations distilled into a potent cocktail of internal pressure and external stimulation. The squelching of his tongue pumping into the wriggling husky's butt slowed into sublimated needy strokes as he closed his eyes and let the pleasant feelings wash over him, hips and abdomen pressing out into smooth squeezable curves as his needlessly complicated insides were compressed into an air filled electrically sensitive silicone skin.

The husky yipped, pulling away and yipping teasingly, paws dimpling his gleaming flesh slightly more than they previously had. He stepped back to nuzzle again at Mezz's crotch, lime Speedo now straining to accommodate his bulbous swelling hips. Blue eyes beaming, the husky nuzzled against his constrained flesh, pressing against his obscured sheath and balls, making the otter moan, his now vinyl tongue licking out up over his nose as it too turned a squeaky shining black.

As the husky butted and nibbled at his crotch, the croc continued to fill him with long whispering breaths, his entire torso stretching out to an almost bowling-pin-like shape, hips pressing out from the inside as the gray and white squeaky toy ground against him from the outside. His vivid green swimsuit grew tighter and tighter, constricting against him in an extreme but not entirely unpleasant way, stitched seams creaking as the bulge of his crotch was lost with the swelling out of his entire lower body, husky yapping excitedly as he lapped in at his changing friend.

With a ripping twang of a sound, the tortured garment gave way, flying off to land with a splash in the water, briefly pulling Mezz from his huffing vinyl high. "W-what . . ." he began groggily, looking down at his chest, having some trouble seeing over his rounded belly as his blurry vision came into focus. The grinning croc pulled back from his stomach, hand reaching into cap the clear vinyl valve now firmly embedded in Mezz's flesh, letting out only a wisp of air as Mezz wriggled at the sensation of the clear plug sliding into him with a squeak of sensitive vinyl, locking the delicious pressure inside of him.

Staring down at his perfectly round smooth crotch over the protruding clear nub on his belly made Mezz's head swim. "Is that . . . me?" He groggily asked, considering both the oddness of having an electrically sensitive valve and his smooth physique. There was something off about the whole situation . . . His breathing quickened as he saw his flat featureless crotch, shiny brown vinyl stretched taut where his maleness had once resided.

His protests were immediately squelched though as the floating haven of a crocodile under him shifted his weight. "Let's see if he's getting it, hmm?" His buttery smooth deep voice growled as he unceremoniously rolled the mismatched otter off of his body and into the water.

Mezz immediately went into full-blown-panic-mode, flailing about like a person being attacked by a swarm of invisible hornets. The water splashed around him in frothy white plumes as he panted and screamed. It was the strangest thing though, unlike last time, he didn't seem disoriented, staring up at the starry sky as his web-toed arms and legs thrashed about. He heard the odd squeaking laughter of the husky and the alligator's own too-cool chuckle as his worried ministrations died down, leaving him spinning slowly on the surface of the water, body only sinking about halfway into the azure abyss.

"I'm not sinking?" Mezz pondered aloud, bewildered by the sensation of finally not being at the caprices of the water.

"Of course not." The croc gave him a knowing grin, lights from the pool glinting off his jet black sunglasses. "Pool toys don't sink. That's why you came here, right?"

"What? But I came here to learn to swim . . ." Mezz's dreamy voice dribbled out of his lips as the ever active husky snuffled around his half submerged still-furry shins.

"Yeah, you did. And just look how well you're doing, floating there, all taut and eager." The croc cooed, moving its long body towards him, reaching out and teasing one of his two toned almost cartoonish ear nubs, sending a shiver to the very center of Mezz's muddled mind. "And now you want even more. Just like the good little toy you are."

"But, I'm not a toy . . . am I?" Mezz tried to consider, having never really thought about it before.

"Sure you are. You came here because you wanted people to like you, wanted them to have fun with you, right?" The croc propped himself up, arms on either side of the otter's head as his black painted-on glasses looked straight down at him.

"I guess that's right . . ." Mezz could kind of remember thinking something like that.

"Good boy. Now, I just want to make you happy too. So let's just help each other out." His soothing tone seeped into Mezz's ears as the hulking green croc pulled himself up further, rubbing his taut vinyl crotch up against the back of the otter's head.

"W-what should I do . . ." The confused otter pleaded.

"Oh, I think you'll figure it out . . ." The croc continued to grind as the yipping husky still snuffled in at Mezz's legs. The otter turned his head back, shiny ears offering his head a little buoyancy as his twitching nose brushed up against the gator's smooth striped yellow belly. There was that scent again . . . that achingly appealing vinyl musk that made his shining nose quiver as it butted up against those fake scales.

His pink plastic tongue scraped out almost of its own volition, tingling at the contact as it squeaked up the gator's crotch. Mezz's senses were subsumed by the hypnotic bitter rubbery flavor as the gator rumbled in approval. As he licked, a glistening oily substance began to seep out in a vertical line which Mezz lapped at eagerly, not at all turned off by the harsh artificial taste that seeped into his vinyl maw, making it even more smooth and pliant, dousing his senses in synthetic lust.

As this was happening, the busy husky was watching with excitement, tail wriggling as it stepped up, hind paws resting on either side of Mezz's thick tail, front paws resting on his bulbous belly. He rubbed his squeaky gray cheek up against Mezz's painfully sensitive inflation valve, making the otter groan as he continued to lick at the croc's crotch.

As the changing otter's tongue slid up, it soon encountered a small growing bump, a pulsing pink point pressing out from the glistening slit, inflating with a slow lusty hiss. The smell and taste only got stronger, greasy musk making Mezz almost hyperventilate with need, slathering the extending pointy prick in needy affection, not even questioning how he never noticed it before.

The husky began to rock its own baloonish hips, rubbing its featureless white crotch against the base of the otter's stocky tail, spreading the vinyl down from his hips, slick tan and brown vinyl skin seeping down and causing the friction to squeak and grind. The sensation became smoother and smoother as a pulsing seamless pointed rod began to inflate from between the enthusiastic dog's legs, grinding against the otter's exposed anus as the skin pulled tighter and tighter, making Mezz moan, leaving him with a taut vinyl pucker that tensed and quivered in need.

One of the croc's simple strong arms came down and rubbed against the otter's smooth tan throat, shifting his nearly weightless bulk as he rocked his hips back and slid his throbbing pressurized erection down Mezz's wondrously eager throat. The glistening musky sheen sank into the otter's senses like ink rushing into a sponge: An all encompassing rubbery zest that made his taut inflated abdomen twinge in pleasure. The gator began to rock, sliding in and out of the tight squeaky muzzle. Mezz's eyes grew wider and wider as the croc seemed to press impossibly far inside of his face, filling up his mind with tight passionate air as his features rounded out. His eyes stretched flatter and larger lightening into a cheerful beaming blue, muzzle forming fully with a muffled pop of his wide black nose, each of the croc's thrusts seeming to fill him fuller and fuller, forming him into an increasingly pleased caricature of himself.

The pointed pink tip of the humping husky's tapered member finally caught against his tight pliant tail-hole, butting against him needfully with hyperactive thrusts until finally sinking into Mezz's quivering vinyl orifice, making his body creak in bliss. The dog's glistening member tightened, seeming to swell inside of him as it rocked its hips, stubby paws resting on his taut belly. The forceful shoves felt like they were pumping him fuller and fuller, tail bulging as its fur slicked down into perfect seamless brown vinyl. The changes progressed with every thrust, getting closer and closer, wriggling vinyl mass eventually pressing into a rounded tip as the water lapped against his electrically sensitive hide, no longer even a concern as he moaned out around the gator's sweet and bitter vinyl cock.

"Mmmmph." The gator grunted. "Good_fucking toy. Now you're gettin' it. Doesn't it just feel _right?" His thick cock jammed itself into the wriggling otter's stretched happy muzzle with a slick squelch and the sound of pumping air slowly hissing against Mezz's tight rounded ears from the inside. His arms felt all tingly and warm as they pulled shorter, rounding out into cute-shaped impossibly sensitive vinyl. The webbing between his fingers began to fill out from the inside as well, causing his painted eyes to squeeze shut in bliss as his hands inflated, fingers becoming barely defined nubs at the ends of his shortened arms that lay back against the blue water, wriggling in pleasure as each digit popped into its rightful rounded shape.

Wagging happily, the gray husky's white tipped tail bobbed in time with his frenetic thrusts, each one filling Mezz's stretched clenching vinyl hole a little more. The dog's huffing painted muzzle lowered down to the otter's smooth rounded crotch, nuzzling and licking in as Mezz's altered senses were set alight. A line of musky oily lubricant seeped out of his synthetic form, sensations multiplying as he felt each thrust of the dogs hips increase the pressure inside of his squeaky form, pressing the pink tip of his concealed maleness out to be teased and then quickly engulfed as it swelled, inflating into its full girthy tapered shape in the vinyl confines of the dog's maw.

The husky's wild pumping didn't stop though, filling him tighter and harder, causing Mezz's thighs to bulge, hind limbs simplifying as they pulled close to his body, rocked in time with the feral thrusts. His toes wriggled and bulged, claws becoming nothing more than drawn on black marks at the end of his toes, webbing becoming taut dimples at the ends of his jostling legs. The husky's taut inflatable mouth wrapped around his squeezable member, suckling at the tight vinyl as all vestiges of fur dissipated from the otter's body, leaving them all floating on the very surface of the water in a tangle of rubbery inflatable bliss.

The cool gator slowly slid his hips back, pink tapered rod sliding out of Mezz's muzzle, leaving it a solid smooth vinyl mass with a dizzy grin of pleasure stenciled in over it. "I bet you really want more. Don't you, little guy?" His finger ran down the sensitive tightness of Mezz's face.

"Y-yeah." The otter's voice was slightly higher than it used to be. "Please." He panted, voice oscillating as the husky continued to plow into him. "Please just let me . . . Let me . . ."

"Let you what? Cum?" The gator let out a throaty laugh, knowing shades staring into the changed being's needy blue eyes. "That's not something that a pool toy does. You know that."

"I-I do?" Mezz pondered, somewhere between a statement and a question as he continued to be rocked by the husky's vigorously humping his vinyl ass.

"That's right . . . Just think about it. What's driving your squeaky little body wild?" The gator squeezed his fingers around one of Mezz's puffy paws.

"I-I don't know . . ."

'Sure you do." The gator's grasp tightened

"Ah . . . Feels good." Mezz panted out as his squeezed arm increased the tight hot feeling around the rest of his body.

"What does?"

"P-pressure." The otter panted, groaning as the croc's strong hand clenched, grinding the sensitive insides of his fingers together before letting go, immediately letting the vinyl snap back into place with a jolt.

"Good boy. And what do you want?" He stroked down Mezz's smooth chest slowly, teasing his clear vinyl inflation nozzle.

"More. Please, more . . . pressure." The tortured otter squeaked, thrusts of the wild husky driving him mad, but drawing him no closer to climax.

"That's more like it." The inflatable reptile's sinuous tail snaked behind him, propelling their menage e trois towards the edge of the pool where Mezz's gym bag still lay. "I'm more than happy to help out a toy that's so willing to ask for it." His stubby digits reached out and wrapped around the blue handled pump. "Not to mention so willing to help out others . . ." He grinned as the husky continued to rock into his taut body with wild squeaking affection.

Mezz gasp as the gator leaned in, rubbing its inflatable green hand over the clear raised nozzle where his belly button had been. A hissing gasp of air escaped the valve as the croc tugged the plug out before quickly ramming in the pointed end of the pump making the blow-up otter wriggle, plump tail thrashing about between the husky's broad simple hind-paws.

"You're gonna love this . . ." The gator grinned , pressing down on the plunger of the pump.

And he was so right, the air rushing into Mezz making every inch of his body light up, becoming that much more taut and sensitive as his ass clenched down even harder on the husky's rod. He groaned out in garbled bliss as the husky continued to intermittently suckle on his cock, feeling it pulse and swell with each slow hissing pump from the crocodiles steady hand. "You like that, huh?" The molasses deep voice rang out in his puffy ears.

"Y-yeah." Mezz panted, his whole body felt so amazing, getting stiffer and stiffer, welling up with sensation. "Please. Harder!" He squeaked out, staring, blue eyes wide and needy.

"I can do harder." The measured huffing strokes picked up in pace, filling him faster as his curves continued to round out, entire body stretching with a creaking vinyl groan. "I bet your little doggie's having a good time too."

"Mmmmm . . ." The husky yipped out, sliding off of Mezz's prick for a moment, hips still jack-hammering away. . "Just so tight!" His painted pink tongue lolled down from his drawn on lips as he bent in and humped harder.

"Still want more, little guy?" The croc asked teasingly, knowing full well what the answer would be.

"Yes. Please. I gotta. I just gotta . . ." Mezz's mind was set alight by the pleasure of his new body, pressurized air causing his limbs to get stiffer and stiffer, quivering with the desire for more as each tense wave flowing into him.

"I think we both know what you want at this point." The gator continued to pump, pressing in the resisting plunger over and over again, watching the otter's squeaky cartoonish body bulge out in taut overloaded plumpness.

Mezz was groaning out with every forced rush of air and every increasingly tight thrust into him. It felt like his entire body was ready to erupt in the most amazing of ways. Every lap of the blue water against his skin drove him wild as the gator continued to pump him fuller and fuller, the husky still sucking on his painfully hard pressuized cock while relentlessly filling his needy vinyl ass.

Time seemed to slow down as the expression on the otter's face changed from blazing need to indescribable fullness, every inch of his vinyl hide stretched to its limit, his mind unable to cope with the pleasure as the gator lifted the pumps handle again, pressing down with finality as Mezz screamed in bliss, a shockwave racing through him as he felt more pleasure than was physically possible, experiencing a world-rending body-wide orgasm in one thunderous moment.

He couldn't contain the sensations. It was like an incalculable fractal wave of bliss as his entire body exploded with a thunderous BOOM, wispy fragments fluttering down into the cooling waters with little pattering splashes as the husky and gator watched them fall like brown and tan snow over the cerulean pool.

Slowly the pieces all began to pull together, congealing around where the clear vinyl nozzle had landed. The otter was in a hazy dream-like state as his parts all pulled together. He could distantly feel the insides of his now crumpled body rubbing up against themselves as the gator reached in and grabbed his deflated self, slowly dragging him out of the pool with the husky in tow.

They slowly padded on bouncy vinyl feet back to the same oft ignored corner of the locker room where Mezz had found the croc in the first place. The alligator shared a brief impossible kiss with the husky, reaching underneath the gray inflatable and unstoppering his plug, kneading his happy squeaking body as the air slowly hissed out of him, sagging tail slowly halting as his body flattened in rest.

The mysterious crocodile then undid his own plug, collapsing into a heap onto of the other two deflated toys. The last thing to lose its form was his knowing grin. All three of them descended into an odd rubbery timeless dream, waiting for the moment when they were found again and got to play with someone else who didn't know how to swim.