Keywords: Transformation, Magic, Adult Species: Crocodile Patience By Wolphin It was an interesting summer job, assistant crocodile researcher. In reality that meant I was abandoned for a week at a time in the middle of no-where. I had to find somewhere up high, preferably in the shade and count crocs. One thing I discovered early on was the conditions crocs like definitely do not fall within the same realm as those that humans like. The locations where hot, humid, the ground was covered in abnormally large ants. By day the air was full of flies, by night it was full of mosquitos. Don't get me wrong, I actually enjoyed the job, but it was not the cushy office job I had hoped for. Probably the worst thing was hours on end staring at the enticing blue water as my body slowly stewed in its own juices. What I wouldn't give to go for a quick dip, but I wasn't suicidal. I was watching the crocs and I knew they were watching me as well. My current location had the forgettable name of "CR47A." Crocodile Research, Spot 47, the "A" showed it was the first spot on this tributary. I had been dropped off by helicopter, base camp for me was in a nice spot, small fresh water lagoon nearby with a spectacular waterfall that plunged a good one hundred foot to the tidal pool. It was nice to know that crocs could not climb. It also meant that during my time off, I had somewhere nice to cool down. I had been there a few days when I first noticed the croc. It was not the first one I had seen in the pool, but he was huge. Easily the biggest I had seen. I had seen some monsters at previous locations, but this fellow was huge. I was staring at him through binoculars, suddenly quite pleased there was a lot of distance between us. As I was trying to gauge the length of his tail, he obligingly pulled himself out onto a sandbar. He was truly massive. I snapped some pictures and went back to looking through the binoculars. I estimated at least seven and a half metres in length. There had been stories about crocs that large, but no one had seen one for over fifty years. He was in magnificent form as well; his body was scar free, muscular, a picture of reptilian health. I was not sure about age, he must have been old, but he moved as if he was still in his prime of his life. As I stared down at him, he turned his head. I could clearly see the slitted pupil staring directly at me, the cold calculating gaze and I shivered slightly. My attention remained fixed on the beast as the sun slowly sank below the horizon, darkness descending until the croc became an indistinct outline on the sandbar and I carefully made my way back to my tent. I wrote up what I had seen in my log book, found myself some food and collapsed on my air mattress. My dreams that night were strange, centred about a huge crocodile, I found them both disturbing, but yet arousing and unable to remember details when I awoke the following day. In the morning I crawled from my tent, stretched and wandered down to the small lagoon for a quick dip. I waded in, slipping my head below the cold water, then stood up, shaking the droplets from my hair. My eyes caught a glimpse of movement and I swung around to the spot. It almost seemed like scales slipping beneath the surface, but when I looked closer, there was nothing there. I did not like that idea and began backing out slowly. There was quite a few things in the water that had scales, a snake, a stack of different fish, maybe even a small freshwater croc. None of which were considered dangerous, but after spotting my new neighbour yesterday I was a little on edge. Something brushed against my leg and I gave a yelp, virtually leaping from the water, running a few steps up the sandy beach. I panted, turning to look behind me. There was nothing following. No swirls on the water, no ripples hiding anything lurking in the shallows. I gave a chuckle. I was over reacting. I turned towards the campsite and froze in terror. The beast from the sandbank was stretched out on the sand before me. He could not have been there a second ago, but how did he get there? He was huge, but what a specimen of a croc. I froze. I knew that crocodiles reacted instinctively to movement. I also knew there was no way I could get out of his way. The croc opened its mouth, almost in a smile, allowing me to see the vast array of ivory white teeth. It closed its jaws with a menacing snap, taking a step closer. It was strange. I had never faced death before. It was not what I expected. My life did not rush before my eyes; I did not feel any regrets. Instead it was strangely calming. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard myself say "bring it on." I blinked in surprise. It was my voice, defiant until I added "make it quick" and I dropped to me knees, bowing my head towards the crocodile. Resigned to my fate, I waited for the crunch, hoping I would at least be unconscious before I was drowned and mutilated. Instead there was a strange chuckle, a deep rumbling voice. I lifted my head in surprise. The crocodile before me had vanished. I'm not sure how to describe what had replaced it. A cross between a crocodile and a man does not do the beast sufficient justice. My gaze began at his feet. Huge four clawed digigrade paws, with ebony black talons tipping each digit with finely scaled webbing between each toe. Large scales ran up the muscular legs. As my gaze moved up, I noticed the tail, a massive crocodilian tail complete with the twin rows of scutes which disappeared out of sight. He was naked and quite clearly male, a deep purple shaft hanging from a cream coloured slit. His underside was covered in pale cream scales, which darkened as they travelled towards the edge of his chest, growing harder and I knew his back would be covered with a layer of armour plated scales. His head was almost pure crocodile, the eyes larger, but remaining slitted. What had to be the beginning of his back scutes starting as ridges around his eyes. "I've been watching you," he rumbled softly, his voice deep, almost soothing and full of power. "You have?" I managed to stammer. "Yes," he nodded, reaching out to stroke under my chin with one of his clawed paws. "I have... needs." "Needs?" I asked, not quite understanding. His claws were cool, but surprisingly gentle against my skin. "Certain needs that can not be filled by myself alone..." he murmured, stepping closer. "Consider it a choice... death or something else." My mind began to formulate what that something else could be. Hazy memories of last night's dream starting to stir unbidden in my mind. My eyes gravitating to his groin and I swallowed nervously. "I do not think I would like death," I replied. "I will accept your offer." "A wise decision..." he said with a nod, swiftly stepping closer, turning me around, so his smooth underside pressed up against my back. I gave a gasp of surprise, feeling his shaft beginning to stir, the purple length beginning to push up between my legs. This was not what I wanted, but it felt so good, so natural, I could feel the crocodile, pressing his shaft slowly against my anus. For a moment I resisted, but my body accepted, relaxing and I felt my Master slip himself deep inside me. The sensations were heavenly, my body squeezing and clenching against him, his cool scales circling my body as he began to thrust slowly, building a rhythm. My own body responding as I felt myself surrender, the pleasure between us growing. My shaft filling, drooling pre just as his was, the massive length stretching me in ways I never thought possible. My master was mostly silent, his paws roaming over my pink flesh, but he began to grunt as I clenched my muscles against his length, pressing back against him as I felt his shaft beginning to harden. With a moan, he peaked, his regal seed spurting deep inside me, triggering my own orgasm as I surrendered to my Lord, sealing my fate. After what may have been minutes, or maybe hours, I felt him pull out, gently laying me on the sand, my pink flesh slowly beginning to harden and turn green. He watched me silently before fading away. My changes continued in his absence. Crocodilian features replacing my human ones, my previous life fading as I took up my new position. I lay on my mud bank in my crocodile form. I was watching the young researcher studying me through binoculars; the thought was eerily familiar although I could not remember why. Something tingled at the back of my head. My master called, I must go to him. You can not keep your Gods waiting...