A man crawled out of the tipped boat onto the mucky riverside. He landed on his knees in the mud with a soft splat, and he immediately knew pulling himself free with his shoes intact was going to be a challenge.

He looked back at the boat with a grimace. The boat was stuck in the thick mud, and he could see faint smoke from the back of the engine. He doubted a fire was going to start, but he also didn't want to be that close to the boat, just in case. "You alright in there, Frank?" he called out. The swamp was hot and mucky, and the events that led up to the boat crashing did not help him feel any better.

A man groaned and pulled himself up from the front of the ship. He didn't get out, but he rested his arms on the side of the boat. "The hell happened Brandon?"

"You're the one who drove the boat. I don't know how to steer that thing." Brandon rolled his eyes. "You ran us right into this muck and I guess the engines got fucked. Rhyming not intentional." Brandon pulled his arms up out of the mud and groaned. He shook his wrists to get the mud off, but it was of little use.

"Hey, I was 'trying' to avoid hitting that white gator and you know it." Frank retorted.

Suddenly, the boat creaked as it tipped back forward. Frank held on as the boat readjusted itself, and he sighed of relief when all it did was tilt back to a normal position.

"So you do know what happened." Brandon crossed his arms. He wished he could remember. The accident felt like one big flash to him.

"I didn't expect we'd hit a tree." Frank looked at the tree directly in front of the boat. The tree dented the boat heavily, but the boat wasn't broken. He looked back to the engine. "Ugh. That might start a fire if I start it up."

"What about the paddles? Chain? Rope? A piece of string? What do you have?" Brandon put his hands on his hips.

Frank rolled his eyes at Brandon. "What kind of emergency kit do you think I have? We don't even have life preservers in this thing. We got nothing to get this boat freed. I have a medkit and a few days' supply of food and water. That's it."

'That's what I get for taking discount boat rides.' Brandon thought to himself. "Okay, fine. How about this, you just stay with the boat and I'll go look for some help or something. We can't be that far from civilization." He figured they'd only been on the boat for an hour or so, but it was hard to keep track of time when he didn't look at his cell phone.

"Sometimes you'd be surprised." Frank sat down in the boat. "But hey, go for it. If you find any food, would you bring that back too? We have some, but that's not going to be enough to get us by for very long."

Brandon turned away from the boat and lifted his feet. He felt as if the mud wanted to take his shoes, so he had to adjust his feet within the shoes to pull his shoes up, although it took an incredible amount of effort. With a sickening 'schloch' noise, he pulled his shoes free bit by bit. His shoes felt much heavier and sticker, even when he got onto more solid ground. "I'll be back within the hour." His hands, knees, and feet had thick dirty swamp mud on his hands, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of all of it. 

Brandon felt hot and sticky in the swamp. As he walked forward, he wondered why he even took a boat ride in the first place. He guessed because being locked in for so long that he had to do something different, but money was a thing that prevented him from doing many expensive things. He pulled out his cell phone and looked at the time, and then he pulled out his compass. He remembered to bring his compass and pocket knife at least, but not much else. He used the arrow to guide him so he wouldn't get lost from the boat. He wasn't sure where exactly he headed; he just knew the direction.

Brandon soon found a sign of smoke ahead. He walked to the direction of the smoke, and glanced around. Various flying insects kept getting in his way, and no amount of swatting got rid of them. "Ugh, stupid swamp life." He was glad there weren't any gators around at least, but he hated mosquitos.

As Brandon kept walking, he soon saw a cabin that was the source of the smoke. The cabin looked old and rickety. The windows weren't broken, but something ripped the curtains. There was also very poor ventilation as there were many holes in the home. The home looked as if it was empty if it weren't for the smoke. "Hello? Is anyone in there?" Brandon noticed many windows lacked glass in the first place. He doubted anyone locked the door.

Brandon walked up to the old wooden door and knocked. He didn't see any roads that connected to the house. "Hey, our boat crashed and we just need to use your phone. Or like...get directions back to civilization or something."

A very old short woman opened the door slowly. The door creaked as she opened it, but once open, she stood in plain sight of Brandon. She wore a black robe that covered much of her body, but not the long white hair on her head. She looked very thin and frail. "Phone? What's that?" If this were a fairy tale, her voice would have oozed evil.

"It's uh; it's a technology that lets you talk to people all around the world. Like a cell phone." Brandon pulled out his black cell phone and looked at it and he still saw no reception. He wanted to try to call the police. He heard that phones tried 'very' hard to connect to anything when the dialer called that, but he was hesitant. He showed her the cell phone. "I can't get any reception with this for some reason, so I was hoping you might have a landline or a general direction back to the city?" He had a feeling if he kept walking north that he 'might' find his way back home, but he'd rather ask someone than risk his life in a swamp with who knew what creatures. He remembered the white gator from before, and shivered.

The old woman, despite her frail appearance, quickly snatched the phone from Brandon's hand. She looked at it with her long fingertips. She couldn't get past the first screen without a password. "Pah!" She let out. She tossed the device into the burning fireplace.

"HEY!" Brandon wanted to leap into the home, but the old woman blocked his way. "Why did you do that?" He was ready to push the old woman down, but he knew he would get in trouble if he did so. He did have a reason to push her out of the way, but the woman also looked very fragile. He wasn't cruel enough to push an old woman to the ground, even if she did toss his phone into a burning fireplace. 
The phone also wasn't very expensive, but he did have important apps on it. Moreover, it was his only hope of getting out of this swamp without a very long walk.

"You don't need that phone." The old woman turned around and walked into the home. She signaled him in. "I'll get you something that will prepare you for the dangers of the swamp."

"You could have just let me keep my cell phone and use that! What if I need it to get on some places when I get home?" Brandon watched as his cell phone burned. There was no way he could stick his hand in the fire, and he doubted his phone was even going to work anymore. He looked around for any sign of water to dump into the fireplace, but he couldn't find any.

"You don't need that kind of technology to get by in this world." The old woman brought Brandon a large pear. "Eat this. This will help you with everything in the swamp."

"Yeah, no." Brandon grabbed the pear. He felt the odd coldness to it. He had many questions, including how the woman managed to get a hold of a pear and keep it cold. "I'm feeling very creeped out here. You throw away my cell phone, invite me in, and offer me food that can't grow anywhere near this place. Why can't you just point in the direction of the closest town?" His stomach rumbled. He hated to admit the pear looked good, but he had far more important matters at hand. He looked at the fireplace, and he felt ready to chuck the pear into it. As he glanced at the fireplace, he realized his phone was no longer visible. 'Wait...where did my phone go?'

"Just eat, and then I'll tell you how to get to where you belong." The woman said with an innocent smile. She showed off her lack of teeth with her huge grin.

Brandon sighed. He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere just by talking to this woman. He held onto the pear and examined it closely. He inspected it with his glasses and noticed no odd markings or small holes. He wasn't sure what kind of strange things this woman could pull, but he definitely didn't trust her. Still, he was hungry. "Fine." He took a bite of the pear and tasted the juicy sweetness. He wasn't a fan of pears, but nothing about it tasted odd to him. After one single bite, and a very long taste test to feel if anything was odd about it, he swallowed. "Happy? Now can you tell me how to get back home?" The pear tasted so good, and the chill of the pear helped in the sweltering heat that the swamp emitted. However, he wasn't ready to gorge into it.

"Dear, you 'are' home. The southern swamp is your home. You'll grow into it and adapt to it." The woman said with a laugh. "You don't need to leave. Stay in the swamp forever, accept it!" There was a sudden clap of thunder from the cloudless sky. The woman vanished after she let loose a cackling laugh.

Brandon jumped at the sudden sound of thunder. Just like that, the woman was gone. He thought she pulled some sort of magic trick, but he didn't see very many spots the woman could hide, and there weren't extra floorboards she could have hidden underneath either. He saw swamp water through the cracks below him. "Okay, you just upped your creep factor to 'I have to get the hell out of here' now." Brandon turned and left the rickety house. He tossed the pear aside. He remembered Frank wanted him to bring food over, but a single lonely pear, especially one he bit into, was not going to be enough.
He used his compass and made his way back to the boat. He wasn't familiar with his surroundings, but he just had to follow the direction on the compass to get back. As he walked back, he felt a rumbling in his stomach. "Ugh, maybe I should have eaten more of that pear or see if she had any more food." The hut didn't look as if it had any sort of electricity to have a fridge, but he didn't check. He didn't want to examine her home either.

Brandon continued walking his way through the swamp back to the boat. Though he didn't see anything familiar, the compass led him back to the wrecked boat. "Hey Frank, I've got good news and bad news." He called out to the boat.

No response.

"Frank?" Brandon walked around the tree the boat crashed into so he could look inside. He saw Frank's clothes tossed onto the boat floor, but there was no sign of Frank. "Is this some kind of sick joke Frank?" He lifted up the pants and found Franks polka dotted underwear underneath. "I swear if you're trying to pull some kind of naked swamp monster trick I'm leaving you here. You forget who has the compass, and unlike your rescue supplies, I actually brought this!"

Brandon looked around and saw no trace that Frank ever left the boat. On one side, there was the thick mud Brandon had to get out of in order to leave. He saw that his tracks were still visible from less than an hour ago. On the other side of the boat was water. Brandon thought Frank 'could' have jumped into the water, but green algae lied on top of the water, and it showed little sign of anything disturbing it.

Brandon suddenly saw something shift underneath Frank's underwear. He lifted the underwear, and jumped as a white frog fell out from Frank's underwear onto the boat. "Hey! Dammit Frank!" Brandon looked around for any sign of Frank, but he saw nothing. "Okay Frank, you have until the count of three before I just leave you here and start walking back to civilization on my own!"

Brandon tapped his foot and waited. After he heard nothing but the frog from the boat croak, he groaned and began to walk again. Unlike before where he followed his compass, he decided to follow the river back home instead. He knew if he walked in the same direction, he would 'eventually' find a way back to a town of some sort, but if he followed the river, he would also most certainly find a way back at some point. It wasn't as if the boat went down any huge waterfalls either. He just had to watch his step so he didn't sink into the mud or river.

Brandon waved his hands around the air repeatedly as insects of all variations kept gathering around him. He killed more than a few mosquitos that landed on his body, all of which were much bigger than the mosquitos he dealt with back at home. He hated the swamp. 
He wasn't even sure why he took a boat ride through the swamp in the first place. He tried to think back on why, and he remembered he just wanted to do something different and get away from it all. He remembered how he had to deal with annoying people often, and he just wanted a short break. 'I should have just taken that trip to Alaska instead.' He thought to himself. 'I'd be colder, but there wouldn't be all these insects.'
He kept on walking, and then he paused as he noticed something in the water. Brandon didn't need to know much about swamps to know what saw him. Brandon spotted two beady eyes that stuck out the top of the murky brown water. "Crap...what is that?" He knew it was either a gator or a crocodile. He never really bothered to look up the difference. He just knew he had to sneak away from that thing. He made sure to stay out of the water, not that he knew what difference it made and backed away as he stared at the creature. Something about the creature felt oddly tempting to Brandon, but he wasn't sure what. "You're a male aren't you?" He didn't know how he knew that; just that he 'knew' it somehow.

Brandon suddenly heard a wet 'schlop' noise as his foot stepped into thick mud. He tried to pull himself free, but he was stuck. "Crap." He mumbled. He felt as if he were doing through deja vu. His hands and knees were still brown from the last spot of mud he had to pull free from. 
He noticed the gator began to move closer, inch by inch. The movement was slow, but he knew the gator approached. He pulled his foot hard and freed himself, but without his shoe and sock. He cut his losses and moved forward again, only for his other foot to be stuck in the mud in the exact same way. He quickly freed his second foot and just ran barefoot. He knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but he had to get away from the gator.

Brandon started thinking to himself how oddly attractive that gator was. It was a feeling he knew he shouldn't have, yet here he was with thoughts about what the gator looked like underneath the water. He wondered if the swamp really was getting to him. He wasn't stuck for 'that' long. "Damn Frank." He mumbled as he continued to follow the path of the river. "It's always the red shirts." He did worry a little bit about him. He had no idea why a man would just leave clothes in the boat and not leave a trace or note or anything about what they were doing. He tried not to think about it. "When I get back to town, I'll tell them about the boat and they can start searching for him. It shouldn't be nearly that difficult since there's an obvious landmark."

Brandon walked for what felt like hours. He felt the sweat on his back from the hot humid swamp. He felt his feet step on more than one squishy thing and various insects, but he didn't want to think about 'what' exactly he stepped in. He felt tired, he felt hungry, and he oddly felt horny. 

Brandon noticed there was another hut that looked much more maintained. He noticed wires from above, and smiled. "That's got to be electricity. Finally, some kind of damn civilization." He rushed to the door and didn't care his bare feet stepped on wooden paneling. He knocked on the door and waited. "Just as long as there's not some kind of weird witch in here or something."

The door simply opened up and revealed an interior that looked as if it came out of the 80s. Brandon walked inside and glanced around. "Hello?" He felt a cool breeze from the air conditioning, and sighed. "This is not a bad place at all."

Brandon noticed a very large couch and sat down. He wasn't sure where the owner was. He didn't even see a place for them to have a car. "Well, whatever. I'm sure they won't mind if I rest here a few minutes." He would have checked his cell phone for service, but he didn't have it anymore thanks to the woman. "And then maybe use their phone since SOMEONE threw mine away." He commented with a roll of his eyes. He knew he wasn't 'that' far from town. Another few hours and he'd be back before nightfall.

Brandon leaned back against the chair. He closed his eyes and sighed. He was hungry, thirsty, dirty, and tired. "One step at a time. Maybe I can just take a little nap." He closed his eyes and slumped back against the couch as he slowly fell asleep.

Brandon dreamt of himself sitting in a southern style home, a stereotypical southern home from ages ago. He sat next to a dinner table filled to the brim with food, and he opened his mouth to an unnatural size and stuffed the food in his gaping maw. He didn't even bother to chew the food. He just ate, ate, and ate.

Brandon awoke some time later with a growling stomach and wet lips from his drool. He felt a throbbing between his legs, and sighed happily. "I guess never fall asleep when hungry." He looked around for any sign of other life, but he saw none. "Ugh, does anyone even live here?" Feeling refreshed, Brandon decided to look around the house for any other signs of life. He decided to start with the kitchen.

It felt like Brandon stepped into a time machine. The kitchen looked as if it were from the 80s. He could smell the food though. He opened up the fridge and found a feast fit for a king! "I hope they don't mind if I grab some of this." He helped himself to a small handful of food before he walked back to the living room and sat down on the couch. He grabbed a remote and turned the television on. He could only imagine what kind of television this house had.

Brandon flipped through the channels and found he only had a selection of ten to pick, few of which looked good. "Man, how does someone survive on this?" He sighed as he ate. He felt oddly as if he were at home, but he knew this was someone else's house, he just wasn't sure whose it was. "They'll turn up eventually, and then I can explain myself, pay them some money if they need." He let out a belch. "Ugh." He knew he shouldn’t get comfortable. He was still a bit worried over Frank, but if Frank followed the river, he'd end up at the same house too eventually. It was just a matter of time.

Brandon settled on a channel that showed old game shows. He continued to eat, and belched. He felt like a slob, and as he looked down at his stomach, he noticed he left crumbs everywhere. "Bleh. I really should look around and see if I can find the owner of this house." He sighed and leaned back. He wasn't sure why he felt so lazy. He felt recovered from his journey through the swamp, but he also felt dirty. He looked down at his muddied feet, and then he looked around. "I wonder if they have a bath in this place."

Brandon hopped off the chair and made his way up the stairs. He heard the stairs creak while he walked up. Part of him wondered if there was even running water in the building, but it had electricity, so it likely had other things too. He peeked through one wooden door and found a bathroom. "Perfect!" He walked inside with a smile on his face, but paused at the full-length mirror just on the other side of the sink. "Huh, this is a really weird place." He looked down at his belly and grimaced. He looked chubbier than when he last remembered. He swore he felt his shirt ride up a bit and expose the lower half of his slightly hairy stomach.

Brandon grabbed onto his shirt. He was ready to pull it off, but he refrained. "Okay, I do smell a little. Being outside in a hot swamp will do that to you, but I don't want someone walking in on me casually just taking a bath. I'll just soak my feet a bit." His feet were still incredibly dirty and muddy. He'd have to get some new shoes and socks once he got back to civilization. 

Brandon rested on the toilet seat down and put his feet in the tub. He turned the water on and sighed as it ran. He looked down at his stomach that jutted out slightly, and poked it with a bit of a concerned look. "Something doesn't feel right about this stomach. It wasn't this big when I got here." He chuckled. "It must have been all those things I ate." Yet, despite eating so much, he still felt hungry. His stomach rumbled, and he sighed. He hated to eat more food in a home he wasn't even sure if he was welcome in, but he had to settle his cravings.

After some time, Brandon pulled his feet out from the tub. He used a towel to dry off and clean his feet, but then he noticed something bizarre. His toenails had a sharp edge to them, and the bottom of his feet looked very dry. He didn't notice any cracks, but as he ran a finger along his heels, they had an almost scaly feel to them. He looked at them in the mirror, but he didn't want to focus too long on his feet. "Maybe they have sandals I can wear too." He chuckled. The longer he stayed at the home, the more comfortable he felt. Part of him wanted to just get into a set of pajamas, grab some ice cream, and relax all day. "Eat and sleep, eat and sleep. That wouldn't be so terrible."

Brandon walked down the stairs and sat down on the couch once more. He looked around for any sign of a clock, but he didn't see one. "I guess eating and sleeping is all I CAN do for now, at least until I can figure out what the hell else to do." He put his feet up on the bed and sighed.

Just as Brandon closed his eyes, he heard a loud noise. He shot up and looked around. The noise sounded almost identical to that of a weapon. "Hello?" He called out. He glanced around and picked up the scent of food. Curiously, he pulled himself off the couch and walked into the kitchen. Inside the kitchen, there was a vast arrangement of food of all sorts, from Apples to Zebra Cakes, every sort of food Brandon could imagine somehow fit inside the small kitchen. "What the heck is all of this? Who made this?" He wondered how it could all even fit inside such a tiny kitchen.

Brandon reached out and grabbed the apple. He pulled it to his nose and smelled the red fruit. He could barely smell anything, and he had to wonder if he was in some sort of crazy dream. He took a bite out of the apple, and then licked his lips. "If this is a dream, it's a delicious one!" He devoured the entire apple, and it's only when he finished it, even the core, he realized he must have been in a dream. Few humans would ever eat the core of the apple.

"A dream about waking up in the same cabin I fell asleep in. How boring is tha... "Brandon froze as he saw something else in the kitchen.

There was a feral alligator right at the doorway. It looked at him with a look of hunger in its eyes. While likely not possible for a normal gator, this one licked its huge lips.

"Er...nice gator...crocodile? I never did bother to learn the difference. Nice whatever you are." Brandon looked around at the food. "Help yourself to the food if you'd like! Just not me."

"Eat." The gator said in a gruff voice. There was a hint of a female tone to it.

"Huh...what?" Brandon tilted his head in confusion.

"Eat. Eat until you cannot eat any more." The gator said again, clearer this time.

The gator still intimidated Brandon. He swore there was more than one exit to the kitchen, but as he looked around, the gator blocked the only way out. He wondered if he could outrun it, but he didn't want to risk it, especially since he was in a dream where things could turn sour quickly. "Fine." He opened his mouth and began to eat more food in the kitchen. He figured it couldn't be too bad. He was dreaming so the food was fake. He could handle it.

As time passed, Brandon soon realized he ate every piece of food in the kitchen. He let out a belch, and glanced down at his much larger belly. He didn't think of himself as chubby before, but now he definitely looked the part. "Ugh. So glad this will all go away when I wake up."

"It won't. You're trapped in the swamp." The gator smiled, which was hard for a gator to do. "Trapped to become one of the swamp creatures, just like Frank."

Brandon closed his eyes. The moment he reopened them, he was back on the couch. He lurched upwards, but then paused as his body felt heavy. He looked down, and he was ready to scream.
Brandon's body looked as if it gained a good fifty additional pounds over the course of one nap. His stomach jutted out from underneath his shirt and just barely showed his tan skin while his pants dug into his waist. His clothes get so small that they ripped, but they definitely felt at least two sizes too small for his frame. "Okay, I'm out of here, and I'm out of here now."

Brandon pulled himself to his feet and looked around. He noticed there was still nobody around, but he had the sense there was 'something' watching him. He didn't want to stick around and find what. 'What did it even mean by Frank? I'd pass it off as some weird dream sequence, but I never gained this much weight in a dream before! At least I'm not hungry. Small miracles.' He thought. He walked over to the door, and grunted. His speed felt much slower with his larger belly. He felt as if he hadn't worked out in ages. He felt out of breath just walking to the door.

"D-dammit." Brandon felt sweat drip down his back. "Frank, you better be okay." He turned back to the television and noticed he hadn't turned it off. It was currently showing an old game show. He wasn't big on old game shows, but he wasn't sure what else he could even do. He felt trapped. He thought if he didn't have the energy to escape the hut, then what could he do. 

Brandon adjusted his shirt multiple times while he sat on the couch. He couldn't help but keep looking down at himself. He knew something was wrong with how much weight he gained. He felt so much larger, and he felt so different. He also felt a strange wriggle right above his rear. The wiggling felt almost like a fat, yet tiny, snake that wanted to escape. Just as he was about to check his rear, he heard the noise of a ribbit outside. 'Great, the noises of the swamp.' He thought to himself. He didn't mind going through the swamp on a boat, but he hated the idea of living in one. Swamps were humid, dirty, and filled with insects. Not to mention, this swamp had a witch that gave Brandon a pear that he still tasted on his lips, even though he had a dream about eating many other foods. "I wonder if that witch even has anything to do with this." He mumbled.

"Ribbit." The noise came from the door again, along with a light thump.

"What, does a frog want inside the house now?" Brandon rolled his eyes and heaved himself up. He heard the floorboards creak as he walked along. He figured someone built the hut a few feet off the ground, but he didn't look into it. He didn't want to get used to the hut. He waddled over to the door and opened it up. "Not like there's a lock on this thing you know."

A frog jumped into the house and turned to Brandon. It let out another "Ribbit." Before it turned away and hopped farther into the shack.

"Yeah, just make yourself at home little frog." Brandon rolled his eyes and closed the door. "Not like there's anyone stopping you. Sure as heck isn't anyone stopping me."

Brandon watched the frog curiously. He didn't get much time to turn away before there was a knock at the door. "Huh?" He turned around and tilted his head. He opened the door again, and his jaw dropped. 'Okay, how did I miss THIS?'

An anthro male gator stood at the door. The gator looked a bit on the older side with a chub in his belly, but his snout was large. "Hey there, beautiful." He said in a deep tone. "Why'd you run away from me earlier?" He wore brown pants, but no shirt.

"Earlier?" Brandon remembered the gator from the swamp from before. "Wait, that was you?" He figured the gator was a real feral gator, not an anthro that stood right before him. He couldn't tell though. All he remembered was the head of the gator that stuck out. The head looked smaller than most gator heads he'd seen on television, but since he had never seen a gator head in real life before, he couldn't quite tell what was small or not. "Uh, I'm sorry I got into your house. See, it's a long story."

"Oh, it's fine." The gator held open the door with his muscular arm. It was clear he was both fat, and strong. "By all means, stay here. Not like you're going to get a choice anyways." He chuckled.

"Are you uh; is that a threat or something?" Brandon wasn't sure how to take it. The gator didn't make it sound like a threat. If anything, he sounded bored about it.

"Not at all, it's just the truth." The gator replied. "You ran into that woman, right? The swamp is cursed. You're stuck here until...well...I don't know how long I've been stuck here, but everything in this home is from my time. Sometimes things change, but I stopped keeping track."

Brandon looked around the room. He got an old time feeling from it, as if he stepped into a black and white television show. "All of this is new to you?" He asked with a raised brow. "Wait, how did you even get all of this in the first place if you're trapped here?"

"Don't question the logic too much." The gator shrugged. "It was all made for me by...something. I don't know what, and it's best if you don't look into it. Just accept what you're going to transform into, and you'll be happier that way."

"Huh?" Brandon looked down at himself and felt his slightly chubby belly. He wondered about the shirt and the frog that came in earlier too. "Is that frog Frank?"

"You can name it whatever you want." The gator shrugged.

"I mean, I crashed in a boat and there was a guy named Frank in there with me. I went to go get some help and I found a witch who gave me a pear and threw away my cell phone." He still tried to reach down for it now and then, as if he thought he still had it. "Then I come back and there's no Frank, just a frog. The frog that hopped in here is the 'exact' same color as the one in the boat, and it's weird how a frog would be 'that' dedicated to get to a house."

"Well, it could be. The swamp transforms people in the weirdest ways, although if he just entered the swamp, he would have had to transform 'very' quickly. You're still pretty human too, which is amazing." The gator sat down on the couch, and smirked at Brandon. "Maybe you'll become my lovely wife. The swamp promised me I'd get one of those someday."

"Okay, a little freaked out right now." Brandon shook his head. There was something about the gator that was oddly alluring, but not enough for Brandon to want to stay. He turned around and felt the wiggling in his pants again. "Ugh. I'm going to go back up to the bathroom."

"Don't take too long in there, and if you need help with something, let me know. I'm more than willing to give you a hand." The gator smiled at Brandon.

Brandon thought the gator was nothing but a pervert. He walked up into the bathroom and closed the door. He was about to lock it, but he noticed there wasn't a lock on the door either. "Great, so there's really no sense of privacy in a place like this."

Brandon turned to the mirror and noticed the wiggling was very much real, although it was a little hard to see directly behind him, he could see it from the side. He pulled his pants down just a few inches, and suddenly a small white tail freed itself from Brandon's pants and underwear. The tail wasted no time wiggling wildly, as if it were trying to catch its breath. Brandon's eyes widened as he stared down at the tail. 'That...that's part of me?' He thought to himself. There was no way. He gave it a poke, and the tail wriggled in response. He could feel the poke, and the wiggle. He felt ready to scream, but he felt another presence near him.

"It's a little small, but it looks good on you." A deep voice chuckled from the doorway.

Brandon knew it could have only been one thing at the door. With his thin tail, he turned to the gator. "This looks 'good' on me? In case you can't tell, I'm not exactly supposed to be a gator anthro." His heart pounded with fear. He wanted to rip the tail right off. He tried giving the tail a tug, but he winced at the pain it brought him. It felt as if he were trying to tear off one of his own limbs.

"Consider yourself lucky if you become an anthro." The gator walked behind Brandon and hugged him from behind. His hands inched forward and stroked the exposed part of Brandon's belly. "Your clothing's getting a little small for you. You ever consider changing into something else?"

Brandon grabbed the gator's hands. His hands felt scaly, yet soft at the same time. He wasn't sure if gators were warm blooded, but he definitely felt warmth from the gator's body on his own. "Not if this place doesn't have locked rooms." Brandon replied with a shiver. He heard what the gator said about anthro, and he felt reminded about the frog. He was curious what happened to that frog. He felt as if he hadn't seen him in some time. Then again, he had his own matters to deal with first.

"The bedroom 'might' have a lock on it." The gator said with a chuckle. "Of course, there is only one bedroom in this place, so...we'll have to share."

Brandon pulled himself away from the gator, which felt as if it took far more effort than it should have. "I'll get right over to it then." He said with a panicked voice. He rushed to the bedroom and held onto his pants. Once he got into the bedroom, he closed the door behind him. He noticed there was no lock, so he improvised by blocking it with a wooden chair.

"Maybe now I can do something about these clothes." Brandon muttered. His clothes felt much tighter around his body, and he knew it was because he was growing, and while he wanted to stop the growth, he wanted to be decently dressed.

Brandon pulled up his shirt with extreme struggle. He heard a ripping noise around his armpits as he tore the shirt off and tossed it onto the bed. It was his first time in the bedroom, and part of him wanted to study his surroundings, but he didn't want to study it more than he had to. He had no plans to stick around in this hut, curse or no curse.

With his shirt off, Brandon looked over to a mirror on the doorway and noticed just how much fatter he became. He must have guessed he weighed almost 300 pounds! He even had fat in his chest, something he never had before. He reached up and touched his chest, and shivered as he felt an increase in sensitivity. "I really am transforming." He said to himself with a hint of panic in his voice. 'No, that's impossible. It's just this swamp and some gas or something. I have to get some new clothes and run out of here. Maybe some new shoes too.' He thought.

He pulled down his pants with difficulty, at least until they went lower than his ass. His underwear ripped in the process as he took that off too. "But even my underwear feels so tight. There's got to be something." With his body completely naked, he looked at himself in the mirror closely. He examined the mirror too, just to be sure it wasn't a funhouse one, but even if the mirror was wrong, he saw his gut right out in front of him.

"So I'm fatter for some reason." He remembered the dream and the curse. It felt as if multiple things hit him at once, and he wasn't sure where to begin. Curiously, he felt between his legs. He remembered the many stories he read online, as well as the various pictures people made over people transforming. He felt his shaft and balls between his legs underneath his belly. 'Okay, so I'm just getting fat I think' He thought to himself. As he looked back at the mirror, he could tell there was a bit more to the weight gain with his body. 'This doesn't mean I'm excited about it though!' There was something else about his body too. He leaned in, looked at his face, and noticed a more androgynous appearance. He was still undoubtedly male, but there was something off about his face. Besides looking a bit chubbier, he noticed a lack of hair.

'Am I becoming a woman? No, I'd be smaller down there if I was. Maybe I'm turning into something else, but what?' Brandon knew better than to think too long over his naked form. He looked around for alternative clothing in the closet and found a variety of clothes for men and women, although they had a very old style. He grabbed a blue shirt and tried to slip it on, but he had immense difficulty putting it over his breast. In addition, he felt an increased sensitivity around his nipples, just enough to get him aroused. He pulled the shirt off and looked at the size. 

"This shirt is one size bigger than what I normally wear. Why the heck can't I put this on?" He said with an annoyed tone. He glanced at the door, and then at the closet and sighed. He dared not go around the house naked. He feared the gator might try to make a move with him. Nudity in a swamp was also generally not a good idea with all of the insects. Not that he'd seen very many in the hut.

Brandon tossed the shirt aside with a frustrated sigh. He looked through the rest of the male outfits and found that even the biggest shirt and pants did not fit him. The clothing for women however was much bigger. He grabbed a white tank top and slid it over his chest, followed by a pair of shorts that mimicked ripped jeans. He loathed wearing this clothing, but he couldn't find anything that fit. "I guess this will have to do."


Brandon walked out of the bedroom with his white tank top and blue jeans. He felt a lot more like a woman that wanted to reveal her body than a man trying to cover up. His thoughts also felt more womanly too, but he'd never admit it.

The gator was back in the living room by now. He turned to Brandon and chuckled. "Well, I don't see a lot of men wearing those kinds of clothes. How do they fit?"

Brandon sat down on the couch as far away from the gator as he could. He crossed his bare arms and looked ahead. "I don't want to talk about it." He didn't think he was 'that' much fatter than the gator was. He looked at the gator to compare the size of their bellies. It was then he realized how much bigger he was.

The gator chuckled. "What about down there between your legs? Your shorts definitely look snug."

Brandon didn't even realize how tight his shorts were in that area, but he didn't focus on it. "Can we just change the subject? Have you ever 'tried' to get out of this swamp?"

"Are you still in denial that you can't escape? Look, I tried before, but I gave up once I changed. You'll change so your life is better suited for the swamp, then you'll stick around. Maybe if we're lucky, you'll become my wife. I can tell they already filled the closet with women's clothes that fit you well."

Brandon looked around curiously. "You said this place had a lot of things from your time, right? Out of curiosity, did you build this place?" He knew the gator mentioned about a wife before. He thought about being his wife, and the thought felt strangely arousing. The gator should have disgusted him, yet he felt more turned on than he should have.

"No, I just kind of found it." The gator shrugged. "I've noticed it changes every now and then, but I've never really tried to understand it. It is better not to ask questions over why things change or what's going on when you know you can never find the answers."

"You sound so apathetic I wonder if you're even telling the truth." Brandon rolled his eyes. He glanced to the door and noticed a pair of sandals, ones that looked as if they'd fit his feet perfectly.

"Look, you can try to find a way out. You might be able to get out in time and live a normal life, just a fat one, but there's no point in me trying to help you. This place has everything I need." He kicked back and put his own bare gator feet up. His sharp white claws wiggled on the table in front of him.

Brandon could tell the gator didn't try very hard to escape, even before he transformed into what he currently was. 'Lazy, apathetic, very likely perverted. He's got the stereotype of a man.' Brandon thought.
"So you wouldn't try to help someone that wanted to escape?"

The gator scoffed. "Why bother? Even if there was a way out and I could escape, anthros aren't exactly commonplace in this world." He reached down and grabbed a beer. "I didn't even place this beer here and it's cold too." He popped it open and had a big swig. A bit of light brown foam appeared on his mouth after one gulp. "Best chance I got in this world for a job if I escaped is to be a part in some mutant turtles of the teenage variety. The live action version."

"I'm surprised you know about that, considering the era everything around here comes from." Brandon muttered. "Anyways, weird things aside, because that's the least weird thing that's been mentioned, there are many things you can do out in the world at this day and age. There's too many to list, but just trust me."

The gator didn't budge. "I know what it's like out there. In the real world, you have to get a job. You have to get money. You age, and you eventually die. Clearly, none of that is happening here. This is paradise."

"This. Is. A. SWAMP!" Brandon shouted. He turned away frustratingly. Swamps felt disgusting. If it wasn't the heat, then it was the humidity. If it was neither of those, then it was the insects. There was far more to hate about a swamp. There was a reason he couldn't think of any popular swamps around the world. They were good for sightseeing and almost nothing else.
Despite his look of anger, it was hard to be serious in the outfit he wore. Worse yet, the outfit felt tight, as if he continued to gain more and more weight despite not having eaten anything. The thought about eating made his stomach rumble again, and he felt the tail behind him flicker. He had been completely oblivious to that tail earlier, and he realized it was because he thought it was natural to have, when he knew the opposite was true.

"This is my swamp!" The gator shouted back. His many sharp teeth flashed, and a bit of saliva flew from his mouth as he spoke. "And I'll be damned if I'm leaving, much less helping you."

Brandon fumed. He wanted to run, but the only creatures he knew of either refused to help him, or in the case of that woman, likely made things so much worse. He wondered if that woman might be able to help him out in some way, or if nothing else, help him better than the gator did. "Fine, if you're not going to help me, then I'm going to find someone who will." He stomped to the door in his sandals. He felt his stomach rumble with hunger again, but he ignored it.

"The swamp will discourage you from both leaving and looking by whatever means it can." The gator called out. "I don't have to try to stop you, not that I care 'that' much, but the swamp definitely will."

Brandon rolled his eyes and opened the door. As he opened, he noticed the orange sky above him. He knew it wasn't nighttime when he left. He actually hadn't kept track of time that much since he got there. He remembered he left on the boat ride before noon though, so a full day passing seemed incredibly unlikely. "What the heck?"

"Time doesn't matter in this place." The gator said. "One minute it's day, the next it's night. One minute it's summer, and then it's winter." The gator sipped his beer. "I've told you what feels like a hundred damn times already; don't question this place."

"What if I turn that on its head? WHO is changing this place? I mean, even if you never want to leave, isn't that something you want to know?"

The gator looked at Brandon, and then back at the television. "This place is a little strange. The world is pretty strange in general though."

'He's acting like some lazy...ugh.' Brandon thought to himself. He wasn't the best when it came to convincing others to do things. Worse yet, he felt heavier and heavier as time passed. He didn't feel so heavy that he couldn't move, but he could see he put on easily 200 pounds, not that he knew exactly, but he dare not get on a scale to check. "Don't you think if we find out who's behind this, you can ask them to make your home better? Surely, there's some sort of improvements to be had." He figured that if Brandon couldn't play to his sympathy, he'd play to the gator's greed. The gator 'was' interested in a wife, so he figured if he tried to play the helpless card, maybe he could get something out of him. 

The gator stroked his large chin. "I could use a housewife around here. No fun being by myself and having no entertainment."

Part of Brandon wanted to jump at him and suggest that 'he' could be the 'housewife', but he froze before he said anything like that. 'Why am I even thinking that?' He wondered. Brandon had an odd attraction to the gator, but he had to resist. He also knew the gator mentioned wanting a housewife multiple times. "If you get to whoever's doing this, maybe you can ask for one."

The gator grinned at Brandon. The look in his eyes could only mean one thing. "Or maybe you could be one over time."

Brandon quickly blushed and shook his head. "L-let's not get too hasty." His voice cracked. He noticed his voice sounded higher, and he wondered if he was turning female. He remembered what he saw earlier when he changed into his new clothes, and he shuddered. 'I'm not becoming a woman, especially not if I can get out of here first.' 
"I'm going to trace my steps back to find that old woman." Brandon explained. "I'm hoping she'll have some answers I need." He had a strong feeling that woman helped curse him, but he had little choice about where else he wanted to go. It sounded like they were in a cursed place that, even if he left in one direction and kept walking north, he'd never be able to get out either way.

"You really want to go out in the swamp at night? You know there are many dangerous creatures out there, right? And unlike me, they don't want a wife to have some fun with."

"Didn't realize you already thought of me as your wife." Brandon mumbled. He looked down at his chubby body. He noticed his breast looked a bit bigger than they should have on what should have been a male body. He knew his face was already androgynous, but he wasn't sure about the rest of his body, and he didn't want to look right away either. "You've got something to protect yourself at night, right? You've had to go outside at night at some point."

"Not really." The gator chuckled. "Just get to sit on my rear all day. I heard some weird noises out there on occasion, and I'm not going to check."

Brandon wondered what kind of noises would scare even a gator anthro. Then again, if the gator was like Brandon, he likely transformed at some point. Brandon looked down at himself still in disbelief over his form. He felt like a completely different creature, even if he was still human, though he had a slim gator tail that almost looked like the other gator's own. "I'm not just going to sit around and accept this." He glanced back outside. "If that, whatever it is, really wanted us dead, it would have done so by now." He was about to ask for a flashlight, but he doubted the gator would provide him with one, much less that there might even be one. "I guess I'll just go in the dark and screw it." He opened the door and walked outside into the darkness.

The swamp at night looked completely different during the daytime, although Brandon thought that might have been because whatever kept them in the swamp could also change the very layout. Brandon took a deep breath and began the long walk. He was thankful to have sandals, but he knew next to nothing about the swamp. The air around him felt different. He saw a few fireflies float around, but seeing anything other than the glowing flies was difficult. He reached out ahead of him and continued to walk. He felt like an idiot walking out into pure darkness. He looked up to try to find the moon and stars, but he saw nothing but darkness. 'He must be right. It's never been this dark outside. Even the darkest of nights at least have lights in the sky. Where are we?'

Brandon continued to walk forward. He wasn't sure what he was stepping in. Part of him feared about tripping down or hitting something, so his steps were small and his hands reached out to feel for any large trees. He lost track of how long he inched forward. His body felt lazy and tired. He felt so sleepy and heavy. "I feel like...I must have walked three blocks at least." He said to himself. He turned around to see the hut, and his jaw dropped.

Despite how much Brandon walked, the hut was less than ten feet behind him. He felt winded, yet he barely got away from the building. It was only when he turned to the hut he saw the bright lights that he swore he walked away from earlier. "This place really does mess with you." He huffed. He felt frustrated that he wasn't going to get his answers so easily. The only person he knew in the hut was reluctant to help for any reason Brandon could think of. He wanted to just walk in, slap the gator, and insist that he come along.

Brandon turned back to the door and grabbed onto the handle. He remembered seeing the gator at first and how afraid he felt over thinking it was a real gator. He wondered if that was the gator's goal. 'I have to think outside the box if I'm going to get this guy to join me for anything.' He thought to himself. The gator didn't want to leave, nor did he seem to be interested in checking things out just for curiosity sake.
Then, he got an idea. He hated himself for thinking about it, but he had no other ideas stirring in his head.

Brandon opened up the door and swayed his massive belly. He stroked his hair and didn't even think about how his hair felt longer. "I honestly cannot believe you." He said in a tone that sounded very feminine.

The gator turned his head to the door with an angry look. "What? Are you going to get mad because I leave the toilet seat up?"

Brandon shook his head. "You're going to call me a wife and sound serious about it. Now, whether or not I actually become your wife, you're really going to let me walk outside in the darkness alone?" Of course, he despised the gator. The last thing he wanted was for the gator to come with him, but he needed the gator's help somehow. He thought the best way to do it, was with the empathy card.

The gator looked at Brandon questionably. "What am I supposed to do? Pin you down and tell you that you're not going? Sex you up until you forget all about your past life?"

Brandon didn't want to admit the second idea aroused him more than it should. The idea of the gator saying he could never leave shouldn't have made him so horny, yet it did. 'Focus, Brandon. You have a goal here.' He thought.
"You're supposed to come with to make sure nothing bad happens to me out there." Brandon turned his head. "Or at least be supportive about it in some way." He didn't want the gator to stop him, but he wanted some sort of assistance. "You want me to be your wife? Then make sure I can live long enough to transform into your wife." Brandon didn't want it, but if he couldn't appeal to the gator's emotions, he could try for his greed instead. "How long has it been since you've been with a woman?"

"Too long." The gator mumbled. "That sounds like I should pin you down though and make you want to be with me." The gator added. "Like, doing some fun things and distracting you from ever wanting to leave."

Brandon imagined the two of them doing all sorts of perverted things. He imagined them doing things he never would have thought about before. He imagined giving the gator a footjob with his sharpened clawed feet. He then thought about rubbing the gator's cock between his ass cheeks, and then letting the gator fuck him anally after he 'properly' lubed his ass. Then, he thought about the gator fucking him vaginally. He knew he lacked a vagina, but the thought of having one almost made him orgasm. Brandon then imagined a blowjob, and then fucking the cock between his armpits, which were also hairy despite the fact he knew he was becoming a woman. He felt as if he was becoming a disgustingly hairy fat woman, but some people enjoyed such things.
Brandon shook his head and cleared his thoughts. "But don't you want to do what I want? Just to...entertain me?"

The gator sighed. "Fine." He pulled himself up and walked to a closed door near the entrance. He opened it up and pulled out a red lantern. "This was in here for some time. I'm sure it still works." He flicked the switch, and surprisingly the lantern turned on. "I'll go with you, at least to see what we can do about who's doing this to us. I do not intend to leave though. I've got a good thing going." He leered. "And if I have a say, then that means you won't leave either if you truly are becoming my wife."

Brandon sighed. He couldn't see in the darkness. With the lantern, he could at least see if he was making progress, or if the whole effort was futile. "Fine, let's go." He stepped aside. "Care to lead the way if you're holding the light?"

The gator firmly nodded and walked outside. With the lantern, it made it slightly easier to see everything around them, but it was still almost pitch black after six feet. The swamp didn't seem to have any special details about it. There were trees, grass, and the scent of mold was strong in the air.

Brandon followed and froze once he got to the door. He raised his arms and noticed the heavy amount of fat in his body. He knew he gained so much weight before, but bit by bit, he could tell he was putting on even more weight. He guessed he must have weighed a good 400 pounds by now, yet he felt no ill side effects of the heavy weight besides slowed movement. 'I'm becoming massive. I hope this reverses itself, otherwise I'm going to have to go on one heck of a diet.' He thought to himself. He felt his chest push out too, but he assumed it was just fat with the rest of his body. He walked outside after the gator.

"So, what direction are we headed?" The gator commented. "Not that it matters. We'll just come back here after maybe half an hour and one of us is tired." The gator turned to Brandon. "Probably you."

"I wasn't exactly this fat 'before' I arrived!" Brandon's belly growled hungrily. He just wanted to go into the kitchen and eat. He figured 'whatever' was in charge likely stocked the kitchen full of food. "Ugh...is my stomach showing again?" He felt a hint of air on his belly button.
Yet, even though as Brandon swore his face was androgynous, and he swore he took on more traits that were feminine, including longer hair, he still had body hair. He didn't want to bring it up. As loathe as he felt, he'd have to look at himself in the mirror more than a few times when this was all over. "Ugh, I don't know. I didn't bring my compass." He turned and pointed behind the cabin. "That way, I guess?" He didn't remember it leading to the hut with the old woman from before, but he wanted to keep travelling in the direction he thought was north to get him out of there.

"And I wasn't a gator." The gator poked Brandon's belly and mumbled something. He put his hand on the building and began to walk around it. "The trick is if you keep your hand on something while moving forward, you'll always be moving forward. There are some odd limitations of whatever's doing this to us. That or they're just toying with us." He continued to walk along. "Hey, where'd that frog go anyways?"

Brandon wondered about Frank deep in the back of his head. He wondered if that frog really was Frank, but he never got proof of it. He glanced around on the ground shortly. "He was in the house, wasn't he?" He felt his stomach rumble again. "Uhn." He didn't want to leave Frank behind, but he also didn't want to take a frog with him that he wasn't even sure if he was Frank or not. Taking the frog felt like a secondary task. "He'll be fine in the hut. If there is a way out, we can go back and bring the frog with or something." 

The gator rolled his eyes. "You still feel so confident that you're going to get out of here. I was like that once. The first step is denial. Then you have anger, depression, bargaining, and acceptance. Probably not in that order, but close."

"Aren't those the five stages of grief?" Brandon asked with an annoyed tone.

"It works for other things too. Did you go through a significant life transformation you can't stop? That'll do it. Transforming into something you don't want in general? That'll also do it. Stuck in a murky swamp with only 'something' to hear your cries in hopes you get what you need and not what it wants to give you for sheer entertainment? Oh yes, that'll also do it." The gator reached behind the house and stepped forward. "Keep an eye on me. That will help you make progress in this swamp. Maybe, I'm not sure. This is the first time I've had a 'partner' come out with me. Hell, the first time I've ever tried to go anywhere."

Brandon paused. His body felt lethargic, but he was curious about something. "That's what you went through when you realized you were stuck here, wasn't it?"

The gator froze and turned to Brandon. "Let's just say I may not have always been a man." He turned back and walked forward. The grass in the swamp thickened. He noticed a bush up ahead and just worked his way through it. "Ugh. This is prickly."

Brandon followed the gator. He fell silent when he heard the gator wasn't always a man. Part of him wondered who the gator used to be, but he swore he asked that before. 'Wait? He's talking about wanting a wife though, but he used to be a she? Well...maybe his tastes changed too. Or maybe they didn't.' Brandon didn't want to think about it too much. He watched the gator walk over the bush, and he stared at it briefly. The bush was as long as his legs were. The gator had the build to get over it easier than Brandon did. Brandon had fat along his legs, his arms, and his belly jutted outwards and sagged downwards. He felt that even his rear was a problem when it came to movement. "You want me to get over that?"

"Well, you want to take the long way?" The gator pointed to the left, and then to the right. "Getting separated is a great way to wind up back here at the beginning, and going a detour is also a great way to wind up back here."

Brandon crossed his arms with a sigh. He felt the fat of his arms rub up against his breast. It almost felt problematic to cross his arms with how much fat he had in front in the first place. 'He's giving me such mixed signals. He's commenting he wants me to become his wife, but he's trying to help me as best as he can? Or maybe he's just screwing around because he figures there's really no point either way.' 

The gator groaned. "Wait right there. Place your hand on the tree near you, and do not move. I'm talking not a single step forward. Don't even turn your head." The gator walked forward with the lantern.

Brandon watched the gator leave. The scenery around him grew darker and darker. He hoped his eyes would adjust to the dim lighting, but he saw nothing except pitch-blackness in front of him. He touched the tree as the gator instructed, and shivered as he felt warm moss. 'Disgusting.' He hoped the gator would return soon. He wondered where he even went.

A moment later, a light appeared behind Brandon as the gator reappeared with a machete. With the lantern, he smiled behind Brandon wickedly.

Brandon saw the light behind him. He knew the gator told him not to turn, but he had to out of sheer curiosity. Upon seeing the gator with the weapon in hand, he jumped. "God!" His heart beat rapidly and hard. He would have ran if he had the stamina to do so, but with his new much fatter body came lethargy.

"Right? I look like I could be a killer in some horror flick." The gator teased. "But you know how the virgins always make it out, so you're fine for now."

Brandon wanted to ask what made the gator think he was a virgin, but the gator would likely refer to the weight he gained while here. "I'm guessing you're just going to cut down the hedges with that, I hope."

The gator did just that. With the machete in one hand and lantern in the other, he sliced and diced the hedges. "Your weight might get make things that much harder to leave."

Brandon already knew that. He couldn't get over hedges that most others could. He felt his stomach rumble hungrily with each passing step. He just wanted to go back to the hut and eat. He felt sweat pour down his back too. He wasn't the fittest person before, but he also wasn't this out of shape either. 'I'll get a damn wheelchair and make it out of twigs and rocks of I have to get out of here.' He thought to himself. He picked up the scent of cinnamon buns behind him, and he had to ask the gator. "So can I turn my head around?"

The gator kept his head forward away from Brandon. "If you do, you're very likely going to find the hut behind you, even though we made good distance, it's going to be less than ten feet behind you when you turn around. It always is. You just got lucky when you turned around earlier."

Brandon continued to wonder about the gator. The gator seemed very complex in the way he handled things. He tapped his chin briefly before he looked down to the hedge, now cut down much more than before. He raised one leg over it, and despite hearing his pants rip, he brought his other leg over the hedges.

The gator chuckled. "If I had ears, they'd flick at the noise of your clothes ripping." He commented before he continued to walk forward.

"By the way, how did you get behind me when you walked forward all the time anyways?" Brandon asked. His face blushed when the gator talked about his clothes. Still, he swore he should have seen the gator turn around and go back to the hut, not just walk forward and vanish, only to reappear behind him. It made no sense.

"It's like I said." The gator paused as they reached a very large tree more than twelve feet thick, unnatural for a swamp. He walked to the right, and nodded. "Look for yourself."

Brandon followed and glanced at where the gator looked at. His eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat. He realized they were right back at the hut. "But there's no way. We walked forward in one direction the entire time! There's no way it should be here."

"I told you that's what will happen, didn't I?" The gator said as he walked back to the hut. "No matter where you go, no matter where you tread, you will end up wherever the swamp wishes to take you, and the swamp often wants to take you back home, to the home it wants you to live in." He raised his snout to the air. "I smell baked goods...I'm assuming this is for you?"

Brandon's stomach growled hungrily in response. "Maybe." He said with a defeated tone. He walked back to the hut and opened the door. He turned to the kitchen and saw a massive variety of food laid on the countertops. It reminded him of the dream he had where he just ate, and ate, and ate.

The gator slowed his pace to arrive right after Brandon did back inside. "Hah. They must have plans for you. Here all I had was a load of workout equipment."

Brandon turned back to the gator. He raised a brow as he looked over the gator's body. He wouldn't describe the gator as very fit or strong. He wasn't as big as Brandon was, but it was hard for any human, or gator, to match his new girth. "So you worked out?"

"Oh heck no! I sat around and watched 'I like Lily' while my body grew." He said with a laugh.

Brandon wished he could say he was surprised. He walked over to the kitchen and felt his tail sway with every step. His entire body swayed with a walk he knew he didn't normally walk like before, but he didn't care. He was hungry, and he had to eat something. He walked outside for not even he was sure how long. 
The only thing stronger than the scent of the baked sweets in the kitchen was the smell of his body odor. He walked outside in a hot muddy swamp for a good amount of time. It was only natural that he smelled because of it. 'I'm going to eat all of this, and then I'm going to take a shower.' He thought to himself.

Brandon grabbed a sweet roll and opened his mouth. He didn't even think about it as he stuffed the entire roll in his mouth, and then grabbed a donut and helped himself to that. He grabbed handful after handful of food. Part of him wanted the gator to feed him, but he didn't want to empty his mouth for even a second to ask the gator if he'd help.

Before Brandon knew what hit him, he emptied the entire countertops of all the food. He didn't even pause to ask who made the food, or how they might get more. He just stuffed his face until his belly rumbled no more. Speaking of his belly, his new clothes struggled to contain his body. His shorts held together, but his belly exposed itself once again and covered his waist from his front side. He felt a sense of guilt, but at least he was full.

Brandon then realized once they were in the hut, they could look for Frank, but Frank didn't matter so much to him anymore. As far as Brandon knew, the frog was Frank, but he wasn't worried about Frank as much as he was himself. If he couldn't save himself, then what hope was there to fix someone fully transformed? He walked back to the living room and noticed the gator back on the couch watching old television. "You're really apathetic over this whole thing, huh?"

"I've told you before." The gator replied with a casual shrug. He didn't even turn back to look at Brandon.

Brandon looked away from the gator with a sigh. He looked upstairs and realized he wanted to check the bathroom to see what he looked like. He felt different in ways besides bigger and with the tail, but he couldn't tell how without an examination, but he was afraid to check. He took a deep breath. "I'll be back, and I'm not leaving the house this time." He walked up to the bathroom and closed the door.


Brandon grabbed his shirt once he was in the bathroom. He tugged off the shirt with some difficultly and felt his breast and belly bounce free once he did. He glanced in the mirror and frowned. His belly wasn't just fat; his gut looked like a large woman would have his belly, as his breast was much bigger too. He pulled down his pants with some difficulty over his chubby thighs. "God, I'm sooo much fatter than normal." He noticed his leg hair was gone too, but as he raised his arms, he still had his armpit hair, as well as his crotch hair. He never thought he'd have to look so much at his body hair until now. The hair on his head looked brighter too. "I look like some kind of...ugh." Brandon didn't want to say it. He guessed he weighed 700 pounds. He noticed a scale at the side of the bathroom, but he dared not check it.

Brandon sat down onto the frame of the bathtub and sighed. "I hate this so much. I'm getting so big, and I look almost like a woman." His voice cracked just as he said that, and he felt ready to break the mirror against the wall when he heard the voice change briefly. "Fuck!"

Brandon couldn't deny he was turning into some sort of woman by now most likely. He knew he could check his cock to confirm that, but the effort of raising his belly fat to look between his legs was exhausting. He didn't want to stand up and look at himself and possibly find something that made it even worse. 'I just have to get out of here. Somehow, someway.' He thought to himself, but he was unsure as to how he could get out. The gator seemed as if he 'tried' to help, but with just a very lazy attempt.

As afraid as he was to check, Brandon heaved himself up, and lifted his massive belly. He looked at the mirror to see his cock, as his stomach was so large that he couldn't see it otherwise. As he looked in the mirror, he noticed his cock was still there, but it was much smaller than Brandon knew. Whether it was because of his excessive weight, or because it really was shrinking, Brandon didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

'God, it's almost like a small stub at this point.' Brandon thought. 'Are those my testicles? They're so small.' Brandon let go of his stomach and groaned as he felt his gut bounce back into place. He was so fat, and still hairy, but he knew something else about his body he couldn't ignore. He placed his hands on his chest, and felt the increased sensitivity from his nipples. 'My voice, my chest, my cock, I have to be turning into a woman.' He felt his tail lash behind him, a bit larger than before, but still small compared to the gator's tail. He turned around to see the white tail. 'Am I really becoming his wife like he wants?'

Brandon put his clothing back on with some difficulty before he left. He felt his body and tail sway as he walked out.


Brandon left the bathroom with an angry look on his face. He felt a sense of deja vu as he left so angrily. He arrived back to the living room, and glared at the gator. "So, you're really into large women or something?"

"Is that against the law?" The gator asked casually with a chuckle.

Brandon crossed his arms over his chest. He couldn't cross his arms in any other way with how much weight he put on. "Government laws, it probably isn't. Moral laws, it probably is. Especially if you want to talk about turning a man into one." He heard, and even commissioned stories of a man turning into a woman. A 'male to female' transformation as one described it was a popular fetish. For it to happen, felt different though. He knew some men would be very aroused by the idea, but not him.

"So what you're saying is that it's fine." The gator chuckled. "I bet you look very cute underneath those clothes."

Brandon turned away with an angry huff. "I'm not...can we not get into that?"

"Come on, you look totally different. Did you even tell me your name? Because I don't think I've told you mine." The gator leaned back on the couch. "My name is Gary, if that makes you feel any better."

Brandon looked angrily at Gary. He didn't remember the gator ever saying his name. "My name is Brianne." He paused when he said that. "I mean, it's Brianne. Brianne? Why can't I say Brianne!" Brandon knew what his name was, but every time he tried to recall it, his name went right back to Brianne. 'What's going on? I thought it was just my body changing. Is my head changing too?' He held onto his forehead. "I mean...I mean...I don't know!"

Gary chuckled. "The swamp makes you think and know whatever it wants you to. Maybe I went by a different name before this too, I don't remember. You won't remember soon either. I bet you'll be thinking yourself as that name and nothing else from now on."

'That's impossible. Okay, I can't say my name, but I can think of it. It's Brianne, isn't it?' Brianne thought to himself. 'But that's a girl's name. I'm a woman though, aren't I? No, I can't be. I have...I have a male body. However, gender isn't always based on the physical body of the person. I can be a woman while also being male, right?' Brianne felt more confused now than ever before. "I think I need to lie down."

Gary nodded. "By all means, you know where the bedroom is. Help yourself."

Brianne walked up the stairs and heard the steps creak underneath his steps. 'I'm still male. I have to be.' He thought, yet his body seemed to tell him otherwise. He felt like a very large woman, one that was well beyond what a normal weight should have been. In fact, he doubted any woman weighed as much as he did, much less any man. 'I feel like I'm over 1000 pounds.' He thought to himself. He still didn't want to check his weight, but he had a strong feeling his number wasn't far off.

Brianne walked into the bedroom. He noticed a mirror and looked at himself. It was becoming difficult to call 'him' still male. His body looked, not just very feminine, but also very fat. His very face was round with fat and long hair. He lacked any body hair on his face besides his eyebrows and eyelashes. "Is my hair...different?" He raised his flabby hand and stroked his hair. His hair looked dirty blonde instead of the dark color he remembered having before. He then turned to his arms that he raised to feel his hair. They felt rough, but they had a feminine appearance to them. He also noticed the armpit hair he still had. Brianne thought it was bizarre that, while he was definitely taking on a more feminine appearance to the point where he found it harder and harder to call himself male, he still had armpit hair. He then turned to his bed. "Maybe I'm just going crazy and need to get some sleep..."

Brianne then turned back to look at himself. His outfit was a little tight again. "I guess I need to take this off." He mumbled. He pulled off his top and looked at his belly. He noticed there wasn't any body hair and that his skin had a sickly whitish hue. "Am I really becoming a gator anthro myself?" He asked and brushed a finger along his chest. He shivered as he touched his nipples and they grew aroused. His breast was larger than his stomach, and as he felt it, he felt something spurt between his legs. 'Uhn. Was that...that was my cock, wasn't it?' He thought. He swore his shaft was larger, but each time he checked it in this form, it looked smaller and smaller. He couldn't even remember how big it was now, but he felt a wet spot between his legs, so he had to check. He bent down to pull off his shorts, but as he leaned, he found it very hard to reach. "You've got to be kidding me. Can I not even dress myself anymore?" He managed to get his shorts, but he could only pull them down as far as his knees. Brianne had to wriggle out the rest of the way.

With his shorts gone, he straightened himself back up with tremendous difficulty. He then looked down at his large tits. Even if he didn't have his tits, his stomach would be in the way. Brianne knew he had these problems earlier. He turned to the mirror, but even that didn't help much as his stomach was so large that it dragged down over his crotch, and even his thighs were so thick that he couldn't see even when he lifted part of his stomach. He couldn't 'feel' himself between his legs though, and it worried him greatly. 'I'm not a woman, am I? I might have a girl's name, but I still have that between my legs, right?' 

Gary walked into the bedroom with a huge smile on his face. "Well, your body is looking mighty fine." He teased. "Not quite gator-like enough to my tastes, but a start."

Brianne jumped when Gary entered. "Maybe you should knock first?" He covered up his crotch as best as he could, and while he tried to cover his breast, he could only cover one tit with one hand, and even then, it was barely.

Gary let out a laugh. "Look at you. You're not just looking more like a woman; you're sounding and acting more like one too."

"I am not!" Brianne shouted in defiance. "I just...go! Get out! I don't need your help!"

"But don't you want to see how much of a woman you are?" Gary suggested. He walked up to Brianne and brushed his hand up against his soft skin. "I bet you no longer have a cock between your legs at all, but a vagina, wet and eager for someone such as myself. How will you ever know if you don't let anyone else look?"

Brianne knew it was wrong. He knew he should have been more than capable of seeing between his legs for himself, at least before all of the massive weight he gained. He couldn't see between his legs easily, but he knew one thing. "I don't want your help!"

"But I can tell you want me. I see the blush in your face." Gary chuckled. "How about this? You lay on the bed and spread your legs and I'll look. I won't touch; I'll just look. I'll tell you if it's a full-fledged cunt, or whatever is left of your cock. Whatever happens from there is whatever happens. I won't touch it unless you tell me to do so."

Brianne was curious what was between his legs. He rubbed his head and felt the tickling of his armpit hair up against his fat arms. His body hair never felt like such a big noticeable issue up until now. "You won't try anything funny back there?" He grabbed one arm with the other. His fingers couldn't even wrap around his thick arms anymore, and it felt humiliating with how fat he was.

"Gator's promise." Gary held up his hand in a 'stop' motion. He smiled to Brandon. "Just get on the bed. I know it looks flimsy, but the swamp should have made it strong enough for someone of your...mass."

Brianne wanted to argue to Gary, but with a sigh, he just turned around. His tail swished above his massive as behind him. His tail felt a bit heavy too, but he couldn't imagine that getting fat. He crawled onto the bed and laid with his stomach down on it and his ass in the air. He didn't want to admit this felt natural to lay down like this, but his breast rubbed up against the sheets, and it made him aroused in ways he never felt before. "It's not like I wanted to be this fat." He mumbled.

"I don't think most people 'want' to be fat, dear." Gary replied with a chuckle. He pressed his hands up against Brandon's rear. "Mph, it's so soft, squishy, and warm. I love it. Now, excuse me for a moment while I spread all this lovely weight so I can look and see what gender you are."

Brianne's humiliation continued to rise to new levels as Gary 'inspected' him. He continued to try to think about his old name, as well as how to escape the swamp, but the more Gary touched him the harder it was to think properly.

Gary laughed as he spread Brianne's ass cheeks. "Well, if you want to believe it, you barely have a cock at all! It's still there, but it's nothing but a tiny nub, and there's an opening underneath it, and no testicles. It's like you're a female, but with a huge clit."

Brianne opened his mouth to shout at Gary, but he shivered as a cold air brushed up against his sex. He moaned quietly and felt himself grow wet. He didn't want to believe he was a she. Gary said he still had a 'nub' of a cock, so he wasn't female yet, just close. "O-okay I get it! You don't have to stick around back there anymore!" He cried out. His face was red, his tongue stuck out of his mouth, and he felt so horny for 'something' to go in his new slit, but he wasn't going to let Gary know that.

"I can almost feel your heart racing from back here you know." Gary called out. "Your sweat, your heat, oh I should also mention it looks like you didn't shave down here either, and that's totally hot." Gary called out from behind Brianne. "The point is I can tell you're lying. You want me so badly, don't you?"

Brianne panted and huffed. He pulled himself forward. "No! Get off me right...right now!" his voice cracked in tone as it went higher. 'Oh god. I really am becoming a woman, and Gary is turning me on.' He thought to himself. He had to get out of this swamp before he wound up mating with this disgusting, yet also hot, anthro gator.

"Fine, fine." Gary let go of Brianne's ass and crawled off the bed. "You'd think I was pinning you down and just having my way with you regardless of what you said or did." The anthro gator rolled his eyes. "Well, you're becoming a SBBW anthro gator. You're keeping some of your body hair too it looks like, but I see scales too. Enjoy the new body; you're stuck with it forever." Gary walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

'I guess he's upset because I left him blue balled.' Brianne thought to himself. He sat back up on the bed and sighed frustratingly. He didn't want to believe it. He wanted to think the anthro gator lied to him, but he could 'feel' the change between his legs. He felt a wetness that no male organs could ever give, unless it was from sweat. "Maybe I need a shower." He turned to the door with a sigh, and then he looked down at his clothes. His clothes, even though just changed, looked so much smaller than he remembered.

Brianne pulled himself up with tremendous difficultly. He felt his short tail sway down and rub up against his massive ass as it swayed. There was no doubt his tail was growing longer, and fatter at that. 'How much worse is this going to get? Am I really never going to be able to find a way out?' Brianne felt more and more defeated as time passed. The only person that was likely to help her was going to be herself. He remembered what Gary said about always going back to the shack. He had an idea form in his head. He checked the closet for some new clothing that fit him much better. This new clothing included underwear and not exactly the male kind either. He tossed the underwear aside and settled on the same kind of clothing he wore before, just a few sizes bigger. He also grabbed a long string of rope he saw in the closet, and exited the room.

Brianne left the room in his new tank top and shorts after what felt like moments later. 
His body unquestionably weighed over 1000 pounds, but for some bizarre reason, it didn't affect his health besides movement. He also had a body odor growing about him, but he didn't care.

Before Brianne left, he went into the kitchen and noticed someone fully stocked it again. He knew Gary couldn't have done it either. He grabbed a large loaf of bread and walked out to the living room. With the rope and bread in hand, he walked to the door. "I'm leaving again." He told Gary.

"Okay, have fun." Gary sat on the couch and waved his white-scaled hand dismissively towards Brianne.

Brianne sighed. He looked at the door and opened it up. It was still dark outside, but it was bright enough to see his surroundings. He tied one end of the rope to the door and began to walk away again. He didn't check on the length of the rope, but he also had bread with him. "It's Hansel and Gretel for real." He mumbled.

After the rope ran out, Brianne began to drop breadcrumbs as he walked away from the swamp hut. As he walked away, he scratched his head. Ever since Gary pointed out his gender, his 'new' gender, he had problems continuing to call himself male. He knew gender was a complicated manner, far too complicated to think extensively over in a fantasy book about transformation, but he wasn't sure if he could keep calling himself male anymore. He had a woman's name, a woman's sex, and a woman's body.

"I can't keep fooling myself." Brianne mumbled. "I'm not a guy, at least not a guy anymore." He said with a defeated tone. He spread half of a slice of bread on the ground and he ate the other half without a second thought. Moving was still slow for Brianne, but he didn't let that stop him, even as he began to sweat. "But if I start calling myself a 'her', then I'm just accepting what the swamp has done to me, and I can't do that." He said to himself.

Brianne quickly ran out of breadcrumbs for the trail he left behind him. He didn't want to look back out of fear that he'd see the hut again. He knew so little about the swamp. His body felt heavy, hot, and filled with a desire to be filled, and not just through his mouth either. He continued to walk forward without a trail and sighed softly. He didn't remember any part of the swamp he walked in, but every time he walked around the swamp, he never saw anything that stuck out that was memorable.

Brianne froze once he saw the sight up ahead. He was back at the swamp hut once again. He felt too tired and hungry to go on. He walked back to the hut and made his way inside. He shut the door once he walked in, but yelped as his fat tail got in the doorway when he closed it.

Gary casually turned to the door with a soft grin. "Welcome back. How was your walk?"

Brianne pulled his tail away from the door and shut it again. He walked over to the couch and sat down. He was so fat that no matter where he sat on the couch he felt Gary's body brush up against his own. "This is starting to feel hopeless."

Gary inched closer to Brianne and put one arm around his back as best as he could. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop worrying about it? We get infinite food, I don't think I've aged in years, and if we ask nicely, we'll likely get a scene that we want, and we don't have to work. Why are you so worried?"

"If I weren't getting super fat and turning into a woman I wouldn't care as much." Brianne snapped. He couldn't even remember being a man beyond the swamp anymore, and the longer he stuck around, the harder it was for him to call himself a man. He tried to think back to his younger days, but he couldn't remember anyone ever specifically referring to his gender back then. He was a bit of a loner. He mostly played with video games and a few toys, and the toys he played with were those that either gender could play with. He remembered he had books too, but books also never defined one's gender. 

Gary chuckled. "I feel like we've been over this." He stroked Brianne's back slowly. "Just accept it. It'll be much easier for you physically, and mentally."

Brianne looked away from Gary. He didn't want to admit that Gary's touch made him feel better, but his words didn't. He felt a strange sensation between his legs and shifted uncomfortably. The feeling felt identifiable to arousal, but not a male arousal. "Ugh...you really don' remember how long you've been here?"

Gary shook his head. "Maybe a few days. Maybe a few months. Maybe a few years. I truly do not remember." Gary kissed Brianne softly. "You're looking a lot more gator-like with each passing moment."

Brianne looked at his fat chubby hands and noticed two sharp claws. His skin also looked a sickly white, but still human. His tail behind him felt longer than before and it wiggled behind him. It wiggled as if he were happy, even though he felt the exact opposite. "You say that like it's a good thing."
He remembered that the hut had many things around Gary's time, but as Brianne glanced around, he recognized many things from his own time, or things he thought was his own time. He couldn't quite remember anymore.

"Hey, it makes you look attractive." Gary kissed Brianne's cheek. "I bet you're thinking what I'm thinking."

Brianne blushed and tried to scoot away, but the couch was too small. "I um...that is...I don't...I'd prefer not." He said hesitantly. He felt his body grow hot and his mind turn wild. As much as he didn't want to think about it, he thought about it.

"Come on." Gary stroked Brianne's side. "Let's make you a real woman."

Brianne shivered and closed his eyes. He just wanted it all to go away. He felt a slight pound of his head, and he wanted to use that as an excuse.

Brianne shivered again at Gary's touch. He couldn't deny his gender any more. He felt how aroused he was between his legs and his nipples. He didn't have an erection. He had a wetness between his legs, and hardened nipples. "I...but I can't..."

"Don't worry." Gary kissed Brianne seductively and put his hands on her breast. He gave her fat breast a squeeze. "You shouldn't get pregnant. Maybe."

Brianne let out a womanly moan. His breast was so large that Gary's hand couldn't cover even half of one of his tits. "I...but that's not what I...ahn." His body quivered and he felt his blubber shake. He hated being so fat. He was so fat he couldn't possibly live normally anymore. He doubted he'd even be able to be alive for very long outside of the swamp and that was only because whatever was in the swamp controlling them wanted him to be alive.

"Well, maybe you might. It depends on what it wants." Gary continued to fondle Brianne's tits. "But whatever the swamp wants, the swamp gets. Let's not waste any more of its time and get right down to what it wants, and what we both want."

Brianne wanted to pull away but he felt weak. The only thing he could do was fall back against the couch. The couch felt so small against his massive frame. His huge tits flopped to each side, and he let out a crass belch. "Uhn...but I shouldn't."

"You say no, but your body says otherwise." Gary grabbed Brianne's shorts and pulled them. "Hah, did you normally shave between your legs, because now it doesn't show at all."

Brianne felt the cool breeze as Gary pulled off his shorts and revealed her hairy cunt. "Ugh. Guys don't normally shave." He put his hand on his face and slowly moved his hand down to his mouth, which was pulled outwards slightly into a gator muzzle. "Speaking of which, you really want to do this knowing I'm a man?" He felt how wet he was between his legs for Gary. He couldn't move away from him, but he could at least try to stop him.

"But you aren't a man." Gary pulled down his pants and spread Brianne's thick fat legs. He crawled on top of Brianne's large stomach, pressed his cock up against his thighs, and inched upward. "You're just trying to tell the world you are, but you know you're not."

Brianne closed his eyes and clenched his fists. He couldn't admit Gary was right. The more Gary teased him, the more like a woman he felt. He felt the gentle warm pulsing sensation of Gary's cock and shivered. "But...even if I'm not now, I know I used to be one. You saw it with your own eyes." Brianne whimpered. He tried to calm himself and mentally deny how much he wanted Gary's cock, but the more he felt the gator, the more he desired him.

Gary kissed Brianne's neck. "I don't discriminate." With a deep kiss to Brianne's lips, Gary thrust his cock into Brianne's feminine hairy cunt.

Brianne let out a deep moan the moment he felt the cock push into his nether lips. He was truly a she in every way physically, and she couldn't keep pretending to herself that she was still a man. "Ahn!" Gary's kiss cut off her moan. Unable to help herself, she kissed back.

Gary slowly humped and pumped Brianne's vagina. His cock moved back and forth as his body moved up and down her massive belly. Gary continued to kiss while his hands roughly played with her massive tits. His gator tail flicked up and down wildly.

Brianne's body felt full of pleasure, but no energy. Gary's warm body and cock that seemed to fit within her so perfectly just made it all the harder for her to move. Brianne was larger than Gary was, but fat filled her body from head to toe. Her own tail lashed with Gary's own. She could almost feel her body want to change and become the 'perfect' mate for Gary. She was already a woman, she was too fat to ever leave the swamp and live normally, and she had gator traits. She wasn't a full gator yet, but she could almost feel her body want to change into one, and the only thing holding her back from changing entirely was her own willpower.

Gary grunted with another thrust. "Cum for me. Show me just how much you love this." He said in a deep tone.

Brianne felt her cunt grasp and release Gary's cock. She hated how natural and how wonderful it felt for her, and no matter what she tried to think of, it came back to the sex. 'I can't give in. There has to be some way out.' Brianne thought to herself. She let out another soft moan and gripped the couch. She wanted to pull herself up, but she didn't have the energy to do even that.

Brianne couldn't hold herself back anymore. She gripped the cock inside of her with her vaginal walls and, with a deep moan that sounded like a woman, but a low pitch of a woman, she felt herself experience her first orgasm as a woman. She felt her fat jiggle and the warmth of Gary's body on her own.

Gary gripped Brianne as tight as he could. He came moments after Brianne did and gifted her his seed. He let out a happy moan himself as he pumped and humped her fat body and filled it with his seed. His orgasm was short, but even when he finished, he continued to lay on top of Brianne and gave her a sloppy kiss before he fell asleep.

Brianne felt her skin dry during the orgasm. She could see her skin turn whiter, but a sudden wave of tiredness made her fall asleep only moments after Gary. She closed her eyes and slumbered with the cock still inside of her.

Brianne woke up to the sound of chirping birds. The pounding she had in her head from before was long gone, as was any question about what her physical gender once was.
She thought it was so strange to hear birds in the swamp, but at this point, she didn't care about how happy 'something' tried to make her. She pulled herself out of the bed and noticed she was dressed in a large tank top and short jeans. The tank top covered her well enough, as did the shorts. She knew how she fell asleep that night though, and she turned to Gary with a look of anger. She was a bit surprised he didn't notice she got out of bed as she was just 'that' big that anyone would have noticed, but maybe he was just that out of it. Her stomach rumbled hungrily, and with a sigh, she made her way down to the kitchen.

Once she arrived at the kitchen, she opened up the freezer and fridge and just helped herself to the food. Some of the food needed preparation, but most of it did not. She opened up a large container of ice cream, grabbed a spoon, and just ate from the container. She knew there were bowls and other pieces of silverware, but she didn't care. 'I may as well just gorge out. I'm so damn fat without eating anything that I guess I'm just free to eat whatever and say screw my weight.' Brianne paused. 'Well, not literally. Gary would probably do that.'

Gary walked into the kitchen only minutes after Brianne began to eat. He had a huge smile on his gator face. "Last night was wonderful." He said heavenly. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Brianne froze just as she had a scoop of ice cream not far from her mouth. She felt as if she were a toddler caught sneaking cookies after midnight. 
Her tail swished slowly on the ground. Brianne didn't even realize her tail grew that long, but she knew it was fat like her. "It...it was the swamp talking." She said before she took another bite of her food. "I didn't want any part of it." She was a poor liar. She couldn't stop herself from blushing underneath her strange colored skin.

"Sure it was, babe." Gary kissed Brianne from behind and helped himself to a sandwich. "Whenever you're done emptying the kitchen of food, come sit on the couch and watch some television with me."

Brianne watched as Gary left. She turned back to the counter and then raised her head up to the window. She just barely caught her light-white skinned reflection and her snout that stuck out from her face slightly. "So, this is what my life is going to turn into. A life of eating, sitting, and then nights in the bed? Even if it was the 'swamp' doing this to us, what kind of swamp enjoys this stuff?" She still felt hungry, but she wanted to resist stuffing her face out. Her stomach rumbled, but she did her best to ignore it. She couldn't stop herself from releasing a repugnant belch, and she groaned in disgust, and arousal.
With a light sigh, she turned around and walked to the living room.

In the living room, Brianne noticed the gator was watching a show from the 70s. She remembered the show briefly airing when she was around, but she was never interested in actually watching it. "Isn't there something else on?" She asked as she sat down on the couch next to Gary. "Like, something more modern?"

"Modern how? What's modern in a magical place you can never leave?" Gary asked with a chuckle.

Brianne took the remote and began to flip through the channels. As she went through the channels, she noticed there were not only a few more channels available, but also that she knew these channels and these shows. The shows were reruns, but she knew them nonetheless. "Huh. So, you don't know how this swamp works?" She was still very angry with Gary, but now she was curious. Her hunger hadn't been sated, and that didn't help her anger.

Gary shook his head. "Not really. I just know it provides. It's like some omnipotent being that might make a good book and then you can make a religion out of it." He chuckled. "Just imagine the two of us creating all the gators in the swamp."

Brianne shuddered at the idea. She felt her fat shake with her shivering. There was no way a normal person would be alive with how much fat she had, at least not without substantial health problems. The swamp didn't even spare her arms and legs from getting incredibly obese. She could see her kneecaps just slightly buried in her leg fat. "It still doesn't make sense. I don't want to sit here just accepting what reality is without knowing what's changing it."

"Sometimes you're better off not knowing." Gary casually replied. "Think about it. If you know, then you're going to try to do something to stop it or change it."

Brianne crossed her fat arms over her breast, as she was so fat she couldn't reach in front of them. "Yeah, but what if you don't like it? You talked about it yourself getting a fat wife. Well, here I am. Now, what do I get that can make me happy? Keep in mind I used to be a male, and I'm not exactly thrilled over the idea about experiencing life from the other gender."

Gary smiled at Brianne. "Besides bedroom activities, life would be mostly the same anyways, at least for your gender. Your fat might make things a little hard though."

Brianne was surprised that she could even move in the first place, but it was a small miracle. "What else happened to you besides turning into a gator and giving up on your life?"

"I ended up forgetting about most of it." Gary shrugged. "I don't remember much of my life outside of this place besides the fact I used to live in a place like this, and I used to watch television like this. I'm pampered though, so no need to complain. No need to question who's doing it."

Brianne knew Gary mentioned that more than a few times. The swamp treated her well too, but at a huge cost. She looked down at her whitish scaly skin. The white colored scales began to overpower her once tanned skin, but she still had black body hair on her body as well. She wasn't sure about the hair on her head, but she knew she still had that. "Ugh." She leaned back with a sigh and spread her arms out. Her hairy armpits went on display, as the shirt she wore did little to hide that. "I can't even shower like this."

"I'm sure if you went up there to try, the shower would be more than big enough. Besides, I can help you out if you so desire." Gary teased.

Brianne rolled her eyes at Gary. "Pervert." She mumbled. She noticed she did smell though. She remembered as a male she'd get up, then eat, and shower in some sort of order. She did eat, but she hadn't showered. 'Maybe if I get back in the routine of things...okay, I really shouldn't, but what choice do I have?' She thought.

Brianne got up. "Fine. A shower it is." She said with a defeated sigh.

Brianne walked into the bathroom and noticed the tub looked incredibly small for a woman of her size. She pulled off her top and bottom and noticed she still had armpit hair as well as crotch hair. 'Am I just not going to lose this hair? I wasn't always a woman and it just feels weird to have this kind of body hair.' She thought to herself as she stepped in the shower as best as she could. She started up the water, and then looked up at the showerhead. "This isn't going to run on me very well." She plopped herself down in the tub and started up the water. She was so fat that her fat ran along the sides of the tub, but she noticed there was a scrubber for her along the wall. "This is so fucking degrading." She said in an accent that sounded almost southern. She grabbed the stick and got it wet. She then began to wash herself. 'It's no wonder I'm hairy. I probably can't even shave myself with all of this fat. No normal person could even be alive with how much fat I have.' 

The door to the bathroom opened up and a familiar albino gator walked in. "Enjoying yourself here, my love? I was wondering if you needed some help with your bath and reaching your, shall we say, hard to get to spots."

Brianne scowled. She didn't even so much as turn to Gary. "I will be fine." She knew she couldn't reach every part of her body, even if she had a loofa on a stick, but she didn't care. "If I get your help, it's just going to end up in sex." She added. She felt herself grow wet from the idea of it, but she knew she shouldn't. She knew she used to be someone else, and she was sure she was male at one point. She just wasn't sure when that was.

"Would that be a bad thing?" Gary closed the door behind him. "I'm not exactly sexing you up when you don't ask for it. I'm waiting for your consent, you say yes, and then we get right down to it." Gary touched Brianne's fat body. "I can already feel the scales growing in. It won't be long before you're a completely fat gator."

Brianne stood up from the tub. She wanted to get away from this gator, but her stomach suddenly grumbled. "Wait...what's going on?" The grumbling wasn't a sensation of hunger, but something else. She rubbed the top of her stomach, but only because she couldn't reach any lower.

Gary stepped back from Brianne. "Well, if I had to guess, the swamp might be doing some other things with your body. Some more kinky things."

Brianne wondered just what Gary's fetishes were, and if what the swamp did to her made him more turned on. Unable to help herself, she clenched her anus, but it did little good. It opened up and let loose a loud bass fart. Brianne blushed a deep green color from the massive fart she unleashed. She also felt something else behind the fart. "F-fuck, I have to get to the toilet. Get out of the way!"

"Do you think your fat ass is even going to fit on the toilet?" Gary said with a laugh. "No, you're better off going outside in the swamp for that shit, and I speak that literally."

Brianne glared at Gary. Her stomach rumbled again. She felt the pressure build behind her massive ass. "I...ughh...I'm not going to make that in time!" It felt nothing short of humiliating that she had to use the bathroom and that it felt so hard to keep control of herself. She was ready to just crap in the tub, and she had a feeling that's both what the swamp and Gary wanted. 

"Well, I guess you'll just have to go now. I'm sure the bathroom will be clean by the time we leave and come back for you to take a shower." Gary chuckled. "And you will need one when you're done, I'm sure."

Brianne glared at Gary. She knew it. She felt her tail lift and twitch rapidly. She raised up her ass and, unable to help herself, she began to crap in the tub. She couldn't believe what her body did, but she couldn't contain herself. She knew the toilet would likely break underneath her weight, and the tub itself, while small, would have to do. "Ughhh it better clean this shit up, because I'm not going to do it!"

Brianne crawled out from the tub after she laid her waste. She wanted to take a shower still, but she knew she wasn't going to get herself clean with a tub full of waste. She could still smell it on her anus, and she doubted Gary was going to help clean it off, at least without saying something about it. "This feels so disgusting."

"It is the gator life." Gary smiled. "When's the last time you saw a wild gator take a bath?"

"When's the last time you saw a gator with hairy armpits with shit on its anus?" Brianne snapped back with a lash of her tail. She wanted to storm out the bathroom and put on new clothes, but she knew she'd quickly stain the clothes in her waste. She felt as if she groaned countless times, but she wasn't happy with her life in this swamp at all. 'Wasn't I supposed to try to leave this place? I get it wants to keep me, but didn't I used to be something else? I swore I was a man.' She thought to herself.

"Hey, there are probably some gators that have that. Besides, I like it. It makes you look natural. The waste on your crap will wash off if you go into the swamp. That is, if you're really that desperate to get rid of all of your shit."

Brianne sighed. "Look, I have limits." She walked to the bathroom door. Her massive belly bumped into Gary at the entryway. "I doubt I can do anything about my one ton body. I know I can't leave the swamp like this. Any real person that weighed this much would die from health problems." She wanted to smack Gary with her tail. "But can we have some rules and boundaries at the very fucking least? Allow me to clean all this stuff off myself somehow. I loathe being a fat giant slob that smells like rotten onions." Brianne could smell the body odor from her. She knew the only reason she didn't mind it as much was 'because' it was coming from her, and she knew Gary could smell it too. "But I can at least tolerate it. I am 'not' going to tolerate shit stains on my ass because you and the swamp have some sort of sick fetish."

"You don't have to be a bitch about it." Gary stepped aside for Brianne. "Fine, go outside and take a dip in the water. Not like anything dangerous will come attack you or anything."

Brianne walked out of the room. Her thick, fat tail smacked Gary's face as she left, and she cracked a smile. "Yeah, because there are more dangerous things out there than a thousand pound gator." She said as she walked outside. She didn't care how her fat rubbed up against almost everything on the way out. She didn't even bother getting dressed again.

Brianne walked outside and noticed a large body of water to the left. She glanced around and noticed it was now daytime. She knew it was nighttime at one point, but she lost track of what time it was. It was just bright enough that she could see it almost looked as if they lived near the beach, but the rest of their surroundings were that of a stereotypical swamp. She walked into the large body of water just enough for her waist to go underneath. "With my luck, this isn't going to do the job by itself." She said with a groan.

Brianne closed her eyes and focused on the sounds of the waves. The waves made her feel calmer, but she continued thinking about life, which stressed her out. She thought about the gator fucking her, and how good it felt. She thought about her body. Her body was once something normal. She couldn't remember what it was exactly and the longer she waited around, the harder it was to remember what she once looked like, but she knew she wasn't always a fat-ass gator anthro.

After what felt like an eternity in the water, Brianne walked out. She felt like a monster emerging from a lagoon. She didn't smell much better, but she felt better. She turned around and tried to look back at her rear to see if she had anything still on her ass, but she couldn't even see with how fat she was. "Great. Whatever, I'll ask him." She felt apathetic about him. He felt so self-centered, but he was a good fuck. "God, how long have I been here?" She knew she already asked that, but it felt like ages. She remembered what the gator told her about how escape seemed impossible, and she knew she couldn't get out herself, at least in the shape she was. As much as she hated it, she thought she was going to have to grin and bear it for the time being.

Brianne walked back inside and noticed Gary on the couch. "Okay, I'm going to ask because I can't tell for myself. I still have shit on my ass, don't I?" She turned around to show her fat rear to Gary. "Don't get any ideas by the way. I'm just asking you if I have shit stains I have to get rid of."

Gary chuckled at Brianne. "No. I can still smell it, but I don't see any of it." He reached forward to stroke her rear.

Brianne let go of her ass cheeks and let them collide. She felt the wobbling of her fat as she let go. "I said don't get any ideas." She shivered as she felt her body jiggle. It felt so pleasurable.

"Oh? But you were getting ideas, weren't you?" Gary got off the couch and hugged Brianne from behind. "How about...I can tell you don't want penetration. How about a night of hot dogging instead?"

Brianne knew exactly what form of sex that was. "Yeah, because with the size your cock is, you couldn't reach my anus anyways." She retorted.

Gary stepped back and winced. "Ouch. However, I didn't hear a no."

Brianne couldn't bring herself to say no, as much as she wanted to. She opened her mouth to say it, but she couldn't get the words out. She wondered if the swamp not only controlled what her body looked like, but also the very things she said too. 'Just how much power do I have here?' She thought.

Gary stepped back forward and showed off the cock between his legs once more, not that Brianne could see it. However, Brianne could feel it moments later when he pushed that cock between her massive ass cheeks. "So I'm taking your awkward silence as a yes."

Brianne would have jumped if she didn't weigh so much. She fell back in surprise, but that just caused Gary's cock to push farther inside her ass cheeks. Getting to her anus was going to be challenging enough, but there was plenty of pleasure within her fat ass. "Uhn...get...pull back already!"

"What? I can tell you love it." Gary continued to push his cock up and down between her fat ass cheeks. "You can leave any time you want. You're so much bigger than I, that I really can't stop you from doing anything."

Brianne wondered about that. She decided rather than to pull away that she'd do the exact opposite. She suddenly moved herself to Gary, and she did so hard that she pressed Gary between the couch and her ass cheeks, essentially siting on his lap, but with her fat, her ass covered much of his body. "How do you like 'that' for 'doing anything'?"

Gary opened his mouth to say something, but Brianne's ass covered much of his body. Despite the fat huge rear over him, he continued thrusting his cock up and down her ass cheeks, ever closer to Brianne's anus, but not quite yet penetrating yet.

Brianne felt Gary's movements, even as she pinned him with her ass, she could still feel him struggling. 'You've got to be...uhn...kidding me.' She felt so aroused and so wet from feeling him. She hated how much she loved the sensation of him hot-dogging her ass.

In only a short amount of time, Gary's cock came. His cock pumped his seed, not into Brianne's ass, but inside of her massively fat rear. "You may not have any shit stains, but you've got some more cum to clean." Gary teased.

Brianne shivered. Her body quivered and she quietly moaned as she had a small orgasm herself when she felt the inside of her ass cheeks grow wet. "Ugh...such...such a damn pervert." Brianne muttered loud enough for Gary to hear. "Are you done back there?"

"I think so." Gary pulled back from Brianne. "Why? You gotta use the bathroom again or something?"

Brianne rolled her eyes. She used the bathroom not too long ago, and that was what created the whole situation. "Ugh. Are you a pervert into watching women piss and shit like that too? Wait, of course you are. I wouldn't be surprised."

"Oh, I'm into more than that. I'd love to see a lot more of it. You crapped more than enough to fill up a bathtub, right? With your size, you should be able to fill much more than just that. Come on, big girls need to shit and piss huge amounts." Gary teased. "It makes sense."

Brianne was about to argue that there was no way she could piss that much, but as she opened her mouth to argue that, she wondered how she could. 'It...why does that feel right? I'm a big woman. It's only normal that I piss and crap in big amounts.' She thought to herself. She grabbed her head and shook it. "I can't believe you...you keep messing with my damn head like you're some kind of hypnotist." She pulled herself away from Gary. "I'd say if you keep this up that I'm going to just piss on you, but you're probably into that."

"I'm into a lot of things you are, and the things you are becoming." Gary chuckled.

Brianne walked away from Gary and walked upstairs to the bedroom. She figured that if she said what she was thinking, Gary would likely be into it. Then again, if she said the exact opposite of what she was thinking, then Gary would also no doubt be interested. She could only conclude that Gary was a massive pervert over the most disgusting fetishes, which she hoped she hoped she would not transform into in order to please him, but it wasn't up to her what her form was. She crawled onto the bed and decided to try to get some sleep to forget about Gary. She was so fat that she took up the entire large bed, but she didn't care. In fact, she hoped that her massive fat taking up the bed would deter Gary from trying anything. She closed her eyes and drifted off. 

Brianne woke up some time later. She wished she could keep track of time to know if it was eight hours or not. Like most times when she woke up, she felt the need to use the bathroom. She sighed frustratingly and walked to the bathroom. She immediately noticed that the door to the bathroom was much larger than before. She opened it up and saw a very large bathtub and toilet. She couldn't believe the size of the toilet. It wasn't so big that she couldn't climb up it. The toilet was mostly wide, and she knew exactly why it was wide. She got onto the toilet and lifted her tail over the top of it. "God. Why does it feel so dirty just to take a piss?" She mumbled to herself. This new bathroom even had a lock. She swore the bathroom used to lack one, yet now it did. Not that she was going to complain about privacy.

Brianne spread her legs as she sat on the cold porcelain throne. She felt herself urinate, and she let out a soft sigh. 'Why does this feel so wrong?' She thought to herself. Despite so casually sitting in the bathroom, she still had her identity crisis. She knew she used to be a man. At least, she kept telling herself she used to be a man. She was also sure that she didn't live in a swamp, and that she wasn't an anthro gator either. It felt like a lifetime ago that she knew she used to be something else, the question was, what it was.

Brianne was distracted as she felt herself get wet, but not with arousal. It took her until just now to realize that the toilet was starting to overflow with her own urine. 'Did it always do that?' She thought to herself. Peeing so much felt unusual, but it was hard to imagine it going any other way. She was a massively fat woman. It made sense for a large woman to pee so much. She thought she wasn't always so fat though. She flushed the toilet as she continued peeing, and then felt her tail wiggle. "Ugh, are you kidding me? This is getting filthy enough."

Brianne scooted forward. Her urine leaked out from the front of the toilet as she let out a massive fart and began to crap as well. Her waste quickly filled the toilet and she had to pull herself up. She swore she made a large mound of crap earlier, but it was nowhere in sight. She could only hope the swamp took it, and then it would take this as well as she continued going, and going, and going. "Uhnnnn why don't it stoooop?"

The toilet easily overfilled now that Brianne couldn't flush it. She pulled herself away from the toilet as she kept on shitting. Her waste overflowed on the floor and went up to the door. Rather than leak through the door however, it paused at the entrance and just flooded the room. Brianne was shocked that the bathroom was airtight. She didn't think the door sealed that well, yet the rising urine in the bathroom said otherwise. 'I'm wallowing in my own piss. This is so degrading.' There was only one thing she could think of doing. "GARY!" She shouted.

After a short delay, there was a knock at the door. "You rang?" Gary called in a sing-song tone.

"Gary, open up the door and start cleaning up this shit, and I mean LITERALLY!" Brianne shouted. She swore whatever transformation she went through must have finished. She already couldn't leave the swamp in her current form. If the scientists didn't want to take her for experimentation, she'd likely be immobilized with all of this fat, and then suffer ill physical effects from being so overweight.

Gary chuckled from the other side of the door. "Oh? You're making a big mess in there aren't you?" He grabbed onto the door handle, but paused. "Why don't you try to open it first?"

Brianne shot an angry glare towards the door. She knew Gary wouldn't be able to see it though. She stepped onto the urine soaked floor with utter humiliation. She couldn't believe she was still pissing, even now. It was unbelievable how much more she was urinating and it all just felt natural to her, as if she always did that. She knew it was wrong though. A toilet that small with her pissing and shitting as much as she did was impossible for what she was doing to be normal. Brianne grabbed onto the handle and tried to pull it open, but to no avail. "Ugh. It's not working." She pulled as hard as she could. She knew she was fat, but she also knew she wasn't that weak. She hadn't locked the door either, and she wasn't sure why she didn't.

"Hah. The swamp is probably doing its work again." Gary said with a laugh. "You know there's a space between the floor and the door, it should be leaking out, but it's not."

"So what, I'm supposed to walk around in my own piss and shit? And I speak of that LITERALLY of course!" Brianne shouted. Her tail slapped against the urine and she heard it splash. "Argh!" She walked over to the bathtub to try to get on top of it, but she could barely lift her legs over it. Her cunt continued to piss while her tail shivered and shit more onto the ground beneath her. The inside of the bathroom looked filthy covered in a yellow coating of her own waste, with brown spots all over no less. Brianne knew she thought about her humiliation so many times before, and it was quickly turning into anger.

"Oh if you want, I'll help you out." Gary replied casually. He opened up the door and, just as he opened it, Brianne's waste rushed outwards onto his feet. The albino gator couldn't help but laugh and then look at the massive Brianne. "Oh, you looked like you were having fun!"

Just as the door opened, Brianne felt herself stop urinating. She blushed and her tail flickered at the sight of Gary. Her massive amount of waste was degrading, but she also felt a surge of pleasure. She knew such dirty things never turned her on before, and it just made her furious. "Ugh. I have had it." 

Brianne stormed out of the bathroom, shoved past Gary, and walked to the entrance of the hut.

"What? Are you going to leave again?" Gary teased. "Come on; am I so bad of a husband that you need to try to keep leaving me?"

Brianne knew there were worse men out there, but that wasn't her biggest concern. She turned to him with a look of anger in her eyes. "It's the entire damn swamp rewriting my history and giving me such filthy and perverted things." She could only figure as much. Her head felt confused. She felt as if there were so many strange things going on.

"Look, what can I do to make you happy?" Gary asked with his face slowly turning more serious. "Ever since you came here, you've been talking about leaving. I've tried to humor you a few times with leaving, but we have everything we could possibly want here. What more could you want to be happy to convince you to stay here?"

Brianne wondered what 'could' convince her to stay there. She looked down at her form with humiliation. She tried to remember what she once looked like, but now it felt impossible. Now, it felt as if she were always like this, even though she knew it wasn't always true. "I...hell if I know." She responded with a sigh.

"You know, when I get pent up, sex serves as a relief." Gary casually commented. "So, we could always do that if it would make you feel better. I'm not talking about vaginal either. We could do anal, blowjob, some hot-dogging, which I think we've done. Perhaps you could even get me off with your feet."

Brianne swore they did the hot-dogging Gary mentioned, but not actually anal. She doubted anal was even possible, but she didn't want to say it. Her ass pulsed as she thought about a cock going inside of it. She blushed and kept her head turned away from Gary. "I...but I just had this..."

"What? So you had an incident in the bathroom, no biggie." Gary grinned. "You know, some people find that sort of thing very attractive. I can tell you loved it too."

Brianne still didn't want to admit that she loved it. It felt so wrong to love such things, but she couldn't think of any other way. She wanted to deny it, but she felt her anus pulsing, as if her very body wanted Gary's cock in her. "Uhn...I'm not doing...I'm not doing a fucking foot job. I have standards, so should you."

"Oral?" Gary suggested with a smirk. "When was the last time you ate? Why not have something to drink, like cum?"

Brianne looked down at Gary's crotch. "You...I...uhn." She wanted to do something else besides sex and kinks. There had to be more to life than that.

"Come on, you're confused. You're not letting the higher power just do its work. You know. If you stop worrying about things you can't control, you'll find yourself much happier. Just let it out. Do the things your body wants you to do instead, and just enjoy your life."

"I feel like I let it all out less than ten minutes ago." Brianne mumbled. She wasn't sure how anyone could enjoy being as fat as she was, but she knew there were people that were into that sort of thing, so long as it wasn't 'them' that was fat.

"Well in some ways you did, but I'm sure you could keep doing it if you wanted." Gary chuckled. "Look, you know what I enjoy. You know what I want. Now, why don't you tell me what you want? Assuming you can't leave this swamp forever, what is the one thing you would want here to feel better?"

Brianne wasn't sure how to answer that. She looked away from Gary and out the window. She tried to remember everything outside the swamp, but as she did, she had a horrifying realization. She couldn't remember anything outside the swamp. She wondered if that thought ever came across before that she couldn't remember anything outside the swamp, but she couldn't even remember that much. It felt as if, along with so many other changes she went through, she was getting dumber. "I don't know." She turned away from Gary. She felt her tail swish behind her pointed up in the air. Had she not been so fat, she'd be exposing her anus directly to Gary.

"There must be something else you want." Gary said. "I want sex. Don't you want the same? That's what'd make us perfect for each other."

Brianne thought about the few times they had sex, and the few moments she felt disgusted, yet aroused at the same time. It felt as if she were becoming, not just Gary's personal fetish woman, but also someone else who watched over them. She remembered the woman from before, but she hadn't been able to see her since she changed, and she knew that woman must have had something to do with it. She also remembered the frog, although she couldn't remember what the frog used to be. "Maybe a little, but it still doesn't feel right." She admitted. She wasn't sure what she could do to make it feel right either.

"I think you need one good fuck." Gary commented. "We've already had some fun, but you need one big night in bed with me. If that doesn't work, then I swear I'll do what I can to help make you happy, even if that involves you leaving. You know how unlikely it is that you'll leave already, but if after one night in bed you're still not convinced, I swear I won't pressure you for anything and help you do whatever it takes to make you happy."

Brianne swore Gary mentioned that before. Heck, Gary even tried to help her get out before, but it was all a futile effort. The idea of walking outside for any length of time made her body feel hot, and it wasn't just the humidity inside the hut either. She was loathe admitting it, but she did want him. "Fine, but if this doesn't work, then we're done. I know we've tried this before, so this is the last chance." She walked up to the bedroom. "In the bedroom. I'm not doing anything out here with you."

"Always a fan of the classics, huh? I won't argue." Gary walked up to the bedroom with Brianne, and once there, he sat on the bed and showed off his erect throbbing cock to her. "What do you think of starting off with a casual blowjob?"

Brianne followed Gary. Her body was heavy and slow, yet she never felt out of breath as she walked around inside the hut. She remembered walking outside the hut felt almost unbearable. She still wanted to know what was going on with the swamp, but she knew she was unlikely ever to get a straight answer.
"I don't think any blowjob is really casual." Brianne muttered as she leaned down in front of Gary. She felt herself sweat in the folds of her fat. She wasn't exhausted, but she was hot. She looked down at Gary's familiar cock, and she felt a rush of arousal. Deep down, she swore she should question why she enjoyed the sight of the cock as much as she did, but she just figured she must have always been into them. 'This swamp is changing me physically. It's not changing me mentally. I would have noticed it by now.' She thought.

"But it is enjoyable, isn't it?"

Brianne knew there was one way for her not to answer that question at all. She leaned forward to Gary's crotch, opened her mouth, and took his shaft into her waiting maw. She tasted the salty cock and smelled the musk, which smelled foul, but in a way that she liked, even if she'd never admit it. One hand stroked his balls while her gator face suckled it. She looked vicious and fat, yet her sucking skills were soft and gentle.

Gary spread his hands and laid with his head up. "Ah...fuck yes, that feels so good. Heh, I'd offer a 69, but either you'd crush me, or I'd struggle to find your cunt underneath all of your fat."

Brianne knew she was fat, but she hated how Gary kept reminded her about it. She just wanted to sit on his face and keep him pinned down, but she knew he'd get off to that. She kept on sucking and moved her mouth back and forth. She wasn't sure what else she should do. Part of her had an idea of how to make it extreme, but she yelled at herself for such ideas.

It felt like only a moment ago the blowjob started, but Gary soon orgasmed. His balls tensed, and his cock pumped his seed freely into Brianne's mouth. "Ahn...that's it." His toes and tail curled in pleasure.

Brianne's eyes widened as she felt Gary suddenly orgasm. She tasted his salty, hot, sticky seed on her tongue, and she swallowed with a shudder. 'Why...why does it taste so good?' She thought to herself while she closed her eyes. While the orgasm came quickly, it felt as if it lasted a lifetime. She continued to swallow his seed. As she drank, she felt herself change in ways she couldn't describe. Her thought process just felt different, though she couldn't describe how it happened if one asked her. 
Her lips squeezed Gary's cock one more time as she pulled away from him. Her look was of anger, and of confusion.

Gary tilted his head back to Brianne. Even though he just came, his cock was still hard, and now slick from her saliva. "Mph. That felt so good. You must have absolutely loved it, right?"

Brianne couldn't lie to him, but she didn't want to tell the truth. "Are...are we done here?" Brianne tried to change the subject. She slowly stood up. "I want to stuff my face and get your taste out of my mouth."

"We can always do food play next time." Gary teased. "But I can tell you're aroused. I can smell it."

Brianne could smell something, but she had no idea what it was, nor did she want to 'smell' into it. "Yeah...well...sex will do that to a person." She muttered.

"And I'm still horny. Little Gary's ready for round two, and I can see you are. So, how about some old fashioned vaginal?"

Brianne's cunt was wet with need. "Fine." She didn't argue, but she didn't sound happy about it either. She crawled on top of the bed. Despite her body now that of a very fat anthro gator, she was still hairy between her legs, as well as with her armpits.

"Heh, if you want to be top, that's fine by me." Gary inched to her on the bed and wrapped his arms around her massive belly. He pushed forward and brushed his cock on her thighs.

Brianne's eyes rolled up at the feeling of his cock. She couldn't explain it, but his cock felt 'much' better on her than it did moments ago. She opened her mouth and let out a quiet moan as she orgasmed. After the orgasm, she felt something within her click. She couldn't explain it, but something felt different from that one sole orgasm. "I...ahn...shouldn't."

"Shouldn't what? Don't worry; we won't be able to tell if you're pregnant until you give birth with a body like yours." Gary laughed, just as he plunged his cock into her awaiting wet cunt.

Brianne let out a sharp gasp and moaned. Her cunt squeezed Gary's cock, but not because she wanted it to. She orgasmed again, and she felt herself change again. She couldn't describe it very well other than the sense she felt as if she were losing something. "We...we have to stop." Brianne panted. She was enjoying the sex, but she knew something was so very wrong.

"But we're just getting started!" Gary thrust his cock repeatedly in Brianne's cunt. How he was able to so swiftly find and hump Brianne's cock was anyone's guess, but it was likely that he had some help. "Come on! We still need more sex after this!"

Brianne began to get more and more into the sex, but as she did, she began to realize just what she was losing. Over time, she'd lost quite a bit about herself. She didn't realize how much of her old self she lost; as with every orgasm she had, she lost a bit more she couldn't remember. If she couldn't remember how much she lost, she didn't know how much was gone. She just knew her old self vanished with every orgasm, but she got more into the sex bit by bit.

Gary continued to hump and pump Brianne. Even though he was underneath Brianne's massively fat body, his hips bounced her fat up and down making her fat jiggle.

Brianne moaned deeper. She felt herself lose more of something, but she had no idea what it was. It became less and less important of a detail to know 'what' it was she lost, as the sex was just too good. 'Fuck it. Who knows what I'm losing, and who cares?' Brianne thought that she should be worried, but she wasn't sure why she should be. With orgasm after orgasm, she felt herself think about more dirty thoughts to do with Gary. Footjobs, anal, foodplay, the duo could do all different forms of sex. After all, they had the rest of their lives in the swamp to do everything they wanted, and with one strong orgasm, she went from thinking about why she should be worried, to grinning wickedly down at him.

The sex was only one round, but that round lasted for hours. The sun set and rose again, and only then were they finished. Brianne laid down next to Gary with a smile on her face. She forgot whatever was important about leaving the swamp. There was no need to leave the swamp. She had everything she needed right there. She had food, shelter, and all the fucking she could want.

"So, do you feel better after that night?" Gary asked with a huge grin, teasingly at that.

Brianne nodded to Gary. "Oh...oh fuck yes." She wasn't sure at first. She still didn't 'like' Gary very much, but he was one hell of a fuck, and probably the only fuck she'd be able to get in the swamp for quite some time. She remembered the old woman and that frog, but they were the least of her worries. As of now, it was her and her new gator husband. Her stomach rumbled, and her grin widened. "Hah, well...maybe we can have a much more interesting round two."