A Wrenzephyr2 -verse story
(Woman to Alligator)



Sam Allen didn’t know what possibly possessed her to place her new souvenir in her mouth. She did; however, know that it possessed her the second she pressed her tooth against it. The souvenir in question was an alligator tooth, and currently it was making Sam writhe on her belly, the redhead snarling and growling like some sort of animal.

Said snarls and growls were a little defeated by her husky feminine voice, and by the fact that she was making them with a hand to her face. Her right hand remained where it had been just a few seconds before this all started: holding the ‘Real Haunted Gator Tooth’ to her right canine.

The redhead flushed as she continued to thrash about in place, as though her skin was a shell that an alligator was attempting to slip into. This proved to be a rather fitting comparison, as a second later the thrashing stopped, and the transformation began.

It started with her slender hands, always a subject of contention. In the past, the tomboy would rather have had her palms be worn and calloused, but no matter what she couldn’t get blisters to stick. Now, she wished for nothing more than to return to the days of her fingers’ delicateness.

Rough, knobbled scales bubbled beneath the surface of her pale English skin. It merged with her flesh in some places, and in others it simply tore through as though it were ravenously impatient to emerge. A strangled gasp hitched within her throat as she looked to her left hand, watching her fingers retract towards her broadening palms.

Her arm was deflating in time with this, pulling closer towards her body. The limb shortened, but didn’t shrink. Quite the opposite, in fact. Tough scale covered bulging muscle, and instinct drove her to slam her hand down against the wood of her bedroom floor, cracking it.

The girl hoped and dreaded that someone might notice, that someone might find her. It was an unspoken prayer that went unanswered, and a gurgling snarl rippled past her bared lips. Her canine sank into the tooth as though it was butter—or rather, the tooth sank into her canine. As it did, the sharp trinket somehow changed her other teeth to match.

Sam groaned around her expanding jaw, her mouth forced open wide as though she was at the dentist’s. Teeth, so many teeth, were growing inside her jaw. Her heart hammered so hard in her petite chest that she thought it would explode from terror, but even that respite eluded her.

Then, a new flavor burst into her world: pleasure. Sam closed her mouth as best she could, her enlarged fangs forcing her into a rictus grin. Her face flushed, and she began to writhe on the floor once more, a low and rattling groan thrumming from somewhere deep within her.

The changes that were assailing her now… She hated them, wanted to rail against them. And yet they felt so good, bringing her to loll her head from side to side, as if entranced. The motions of her neck started wide, with exaggerated rolls. Then her neck began to shorten, muscle and bone compressing to better befit an inhuman body.

So lost to change was she, the girl didn’t notice until her chin thumped against her hardwood floor. She pushed it hard against the lacquered planks, jerkingly angling her head left, right, then left again. Splinters embedded themselves in her chin, only to be forced from her seconds later as more scales made themselves known.

The redhead arched her back forward, then violently slammed her chest against the floor as her spine straightened in a single, tantalizingly blissful, motion. It was uncomfortable, even painful-yet this pain was shunted to the back of her mind, a simplifying brain that was ever-fixated on pleasure.

Sam hissed, simply because her brain thought it was a fitting thing to do. It felt pleasurable, so she hissed again, and this time her tongue thickened within her mouth. She could feel it swelling, soon pressing against each of her teeth, the top of her mouth, the back of her mouth, her throat…

Her eyes widened as she realized she couldn’t breathe, and Sam resumed her thrashing. Her unchanged right hand slapped pitifully against the floor, even as her scaly left hand left sizable craters in the wood. Her backside tingled as her spine stretched away from her, birthing a new tail simply for the sake of giving her another limb with which to express her discomfort.

She felt ridges race from the top of her head down her neck, down her back, down her sensitive tail. They flared and sharpened, lending her a wicked appearance. She didn’t care, it didn’t keep her from suffocating. Her hands, both human and alligator, pressed against her teeth, slipping against them from her panicked, frothing drool.

Her delicate fingers scrabbled against her serrated fangs, flesh splitting only to reveal scale beneath. A reptilian limb emerged beneath her unchanged hand, skin sloughing from it and exposing a thick, muscled limb that was meant to be feared. Even in spite of this, of her monstrous power, the girl was afraid.

Sam didn’t want to die like this. She didn’t want to be found some half-reptile, having choked to death on her own tongue. Still, desire and reality were hardly the same thing, and her struggles soon stilled. Her belly sagged against the floor as blood vessels burst in her eyes, lending everything a reddish hue, and the girl felt darkness swallow her.

Moments passed, that turned into minutes. Then, her jaw spasmed. As though something was trying to force its way from her head, Sam’s jawline began to distend, lengthening and stretching. It was giving her a wide, curved snout, complete with ugly, knobbled scales.

The girl’s delicate visage replaced itself with a bestial grin, teeth slipping below hard-scaled gums. Her skull flattened, brain compressing within it, and her chest shuddered, eyes snapping open once more. The red in her vision coalesced into an inky blackness, and Sam struggled to think.

It was hard, far harder than it should have been. A very, very small part of her brain insisted it was because of her recent blackout, that too many of her brain cells had died. This part was swallowed whole by the new sensations of her form.

She curled her long legs, only to shudder and jolt as though she was being electrocuted. Wrong, wrong… It all felt so wrong to Sam, and she wanted nothing more than to feel right. Her hips rotated, the soles of her feet pressing flat against the ground in a posture no average human should be capable of.

Then these limbs too began to shrink. At the same time, her torso barreled out, widening into a tanklike gut fitting of an animal closer to dinosaur than to human. Her soft breasts vanished beneath smooth scale, and her holes merged to leave her with a cloaca.

Wet cracks and gurgles filled her ears as her organs reshaped themselves, and Sam’s simplifying mind accepted these changes with an almost giddy eagerness. The pleasure had returned, a sense of rightness making all of this feel so natural to her, so perfect.

The red of her hair withdrew into the green scales of her body, and she opened her new jaw, letting out a low, dimwitted hiss. She slapped all four of her feet against the ground, muscles straining to lift a body that was far heavier than it had ever been as a human.

Her muscles bulged to support this, her bones coarsening to make the feat of walking possible for the transformed girl. Then she began to move, her long tail listing from side to side. She was larger than she’d been as a human, longer from snout to tail than she’d been head to toe, and twice as broad shoulder to shoulder.

What passed for her mind welcomed this. She would need this strength. She was hungry.