“So, you promised me a look at alligators?” Sam grinned, looking to the scientist. It was a rare offer, and one that she was more than willing to take. Normally, the redheaded punk wouldn’t want to go to a place like the zoo. But gators were hardly normal, were they?

The man turned to her, a wide smile on his face. “Oh, I promise you a look at them like none other.”

Sam didn’t see the needle in his hand until it was in her arm, then the ground came rushing up to meet her.

She awoke some time later. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours. All that she knew was that her whole body ached, every muscle protesting. Her teeth ached too, and she lifted a hand to them, feeling them anxiously.

They were… Sharp, and longer. She trailed her tongue along them and let out a faint whimper, anxiously looking at her surroundings.

Sam was in a swamp, or something that was built to look like one. There was a large viewing chamber above her, and she could see silhouetted figures monitoring her… Or maybe just watching her. Either way, she flipped them off.

It didn’t help, but it made her feel better-though only for a moment. The changes began the second she started to lower her arm, and with that she started to feel a great deal worse.

Her body was hot, burning up along every nerve. Despite this, her skin felt cold; almost rough. She collapsed to her knees, pupils dilated as she let out a ragged, anxious groan. Her heart was pounding in her chest, terror driving her pulse to a rate normally reserved for exercise.

“What the hell?” She gasped, sweat dripping down her cheeks. Her eyes started to burn and she blinked rapidly, unable to see what was happening to them. They were darkening, becoming black and beady like coal, or like the eyes of a shark. A small tint of gold bled into them, and she pawed at them.

The motion felt harsh and rough, like she was rubbing a glove against a ski mask. Sam looked down to her hands and whimpered, staring at a greenish hide. Her smooth skin was bulging, cracking as it grew out into the thick skin of some kind of beast.

No, not just any beast… She was no Ivy League scholar, but she was intelligent enough to put two and two together. She’d asked about alligators, and now her skin was knobbly and rough like one’s.

“You’re making me into some kind of fucking animal?” She screamed loudly, looking up to the viewing panel. The girl balled up her fists, only to feel her fingers slowly being forced away from her palms. She didn’t want to look, but couldn’t help but stare down at them once more, watching as they lost all of their dexterity.

Her thumb and pinky melded with the closest fingers to them, while her middle finger bloated larger and larger. The delicate nails that she’d sported coarsened, thickening until they were a set of rough and ugly claws.

She couldn’t focus on that for too long, her balance beginning to offset itself. Her tailbone was stretching out a bit at a time, and with it her arms and legs shook. She could feel her shoulders and hips reconfiguring, and as the huge length of a massive scaled tail slid from above her ass, she was forced into a half-stoop.

“Staaggrrhp thrrraasssth!” She tried to speak, her face cracking loudly. Bones popped and ground against one another as she grew a reptilian snout, her mouth pulling away from her face and taking her nose along for the ride.

Her nostrils slid to the top of her snout, and she watched them twitch atop the mottled green of her snout. Her mouth opened, and a loud and rattling hiss escaped her changed maw. Her throat was aching as badly as the rest of her body, pain forcing her to fall to all fours, then onto her belly.

Her arms and legs began to pull back into herself, and she heard a rippling in the water behind herself. It was an alligator, one that was far larger than her… For the time being. She could feel her body beginning to grow even as her arms and legs shrank.

Her limbs were pulling into herself, like cords being drawn into a spool. As they shrank, they wiggled feebly, and she writhed about on her belly. The changing girl felt her eyes lift to the top of her head, and she turned it back to watch as the male began to draw closer, and closer still.

In what felt like seconds, he was atop her, literally. She hissed and snapped at him, wheezing as her clothes constricted her growing body. Everything was so tight around herself, and she tried to grab at them-but her little arms couldn’t manage.

Nothing she did helped, and it was only in the transformation that she found her release. The male clumsily entered her, his cock slipping from beneath its scales and penetrating her. Her body bulged in one massive spurt in response, and she bellowed out a loud roar.

It felt good, oddly enough. Her scaly, knobbled sex was so tough, yet somehow she could feel his warmth inside her. Was that something all alligators had, or was it just because she used to be human? Even if she wanted to ask, she was no longer capable of doing so.

“GRRROAGH!” She bellowed, using her new voice to its full effect. Sam’s modest breasts sank back into her chest, and she rolled back against the alligator that had been dominating her. New instincts began to creep into her mind, and she slavered openly.

It had tried to dominate her? She was the largest alligator-or she would be, at least. It was hers to command, hers to use. She roared and drove back against him, enjoying the momentary grunt of confusion he gave.

Then she clutched her vagina, feeling her ass slip down to merge with it into a cloaca. It still had enough muscles to milk the male for all that he was worth, and she wantonly thrust backwards against his cock, fucking him harder than he had been fucking her.

Yes! This was her swamp, her pond, she was… No, she was Sam? Samigator? Salligatam? An alligator. That was what she was, wasn’t it? She knew what she looked like, and what she looked like was a reptile, not a redhead.

The beast ground the scraps of clothing harder into the mud as she continued her passionate onslaught. The alligator embraced her new identity, choking out loud hisses and roars of carnal delight. This was perfection, was mating. She was breeding, was going to lay clutch upon clutch of eggs and propagate her species.

All memories and thoughts of a girl named Sam were forever snuffed out by her new impulses, her changed body changing her mind in turn, until nothing remained of the cute redhead. Her old piercings, the last of her identity, were forced out of her body by the changes.

The human was forever gone, and only the alligator remained.