As he escaped the rain and closed the door, the faces around the shop turned in full motion at the new-comer. Mark was used to having people look at him as though he didn’t belong, but it wasn’t his happiest of times. The crowd returned to their conversations with the clanking of cups and utensils and the calling of “Number 22!”. A drink sounded good, something to warm him up. Mark stepped up to the counter, mildly drenched, and faced the girl waiting to take his order.
“Can I help you?” she asked with a polite tone.
“Yes um… I’ll just have a hot chocolate please…”
“Alright. Would you like marshmellows with that?” she added.
“Oh um, yeah please. Um, that’s it.”
    The girl smiled and went to work on the hot chocolate. As Mark waited he looked around the café tables. Friends talking with each other about their lives; joking and laughing. Business men talking to co-workers about affairs and sharing their own jokes. Mark wore a frown as he saw this, as he had no friends of his own to be with or talk to. Finally, his order came, and he made haste to leave the shop. He didn’t look back as he didn’t wanted to be reminded of what he didn’t have.

    The rain continued to fall as Mark was walking about with his chocolate half finished and the marshmellows melded in with it. As he walked, Mark heard a faint sound coming from a nearby alley. Turning his head into the alley, something had toggled a tin trashcan. His curiosity took hold of his brain and Mark advanced into the alley. He felt something push his back making him spill his drink and fall into a puddle. His head started to ache a little, as if it were racing through time at an immeasurable speed. Suddenly he came to, but everything seemed different.

    Pushing himself off the ground, totally soaked, Mark saw that night had fallen. This worried Mark, as it was only 4:12 PM the last time he checked. He turned around and his backpack slung around hitting the tin trashcan next to him. Suddenly a strong growl came from in front of him. Looking up, a large furry figure, which seemed like a half human half-wolf character had cornered him. The streetlights made it hard to see him in full as Mark squinted for a better look. The wolf character made a reach for Mark and picked him up to his feet by his shirt. From this position, Mark had a perfectly good view of the creatures sharp teeth. Mark couldn't help but be frightened.
“Haven’t seen you around here, what’s a human like you doing here!?” the wolf growled with its teeth in full show.
“I… I-I don’t know.”
“What’s this?” The wolf began to sniff around Mark’s back, coming to his backpack. “What do we have here?” he said with a toothy grin and his tongue worked around his mouth.
“That’s n-n-noth-“ But before he could finish, the wolf took the backpack off with force, barely hurting Mark.
“Nothing, eh? You should learn your place in here!” Just then, the wolf threw Mark to the back of the alley, hearing a crunch as his leg hit hard against a wall. Mark cried out in pain as he hit the damp ground, but the pain soon began to fade slowly as he began to slip into unconsciousness. The wolf let out a weak sinister laugh and ran with his spoils. Mark couldn’t think straight. People turned to animals? Day to night so fast? None of it made sense. Mark's head was spinning around and his leg hurt to high heaven. Mark lay there, breathing deeply for air, and slowly drifted to sleep, too weak to move.

    The wolf had made a racket from his scene with Mark, but didn’t catch anybody’s attention, except for one person. A huge figure took a peak through the alley and saw Mark lying in a puddle, bruised and asleep. His heart sank a little from the scene, and made his way to the injured boy. He took both of his paws and carried him in his firm yet gentle grip, carrying him away from the scene.

Chapter 2 - A New World
    Mark finally regained consciousness again, but his eyes were still closed, falling in and out of sleep. Finally, he realized he was asleep and needed to wake up. He slowly opened his eyes, letting the scene come into focus. He found his eyes staring at a white ceiling. Mark pushed himself to sit up straight and let his eyes explore the room. He was on a large and wide bed with thick covers and pillows, explaining why he felt warm. Two windows were at the sides of the room with their tiny drapes sealing any disturbing light, and a blue door right across from him. The room was like any other, similar to his own. He then remembered his leg and felt under the covers for it. There was in a wooden cast, firm enough to hold it in place and bandaged well enough.

    Mark sighed, wondering what was going on. Just then a knock came from the door and he gave a gasp of fear. Recovering his breath and wits he quietly called, “C-come in.” The doorknob turned and gave creek here and there as it slowly made its way to the wall. What Mark saw before him he could not believe. A tall green alligator in blue jeans and in a white shirt that stretched as far as it could reach down his fat figure was standing in the doorway. The gator gave a small grin as he came closer with a tray which held a fork and knife. “Stay away from me!” Mark cried, knowing that he was soon to be gator food for breakfast. The grin disappeared from the gator, and knew what Mark was scared about.
“Oh no, I’m not gonna eat ya-“
“Stay back! I’m not gonna get eaten!” Mark yelled. Forgetting his condition, he threw the covers aside and dashed for the door on his good leg. The gator stepped back from the door letting, Mark go to his escape. Entering the kitchen, Mark stumbled and fell face down on the floor with a loud thud. 'How much worse could it get', he thought. His leg ached in pain as it went to his head. He reached down to the homemade cast rubbing it as if it would bring the pain down. He cringed as his pain only got deeper. He then heard another voice coming from the table, excepting it was a friend to share him as a meal with.
“Well, it seems like he’s waken up. Why don’t I just leave you two alone, poor boy must be scared stiff.”
“You’re right. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Tell the others I have a little one to take care of.”
Mark forced himself to open his eyes, turning his head to see whom the voice belonged to. His eyes barely opened and in focus all he could see was a thick orange tail swaging out the door as it closed. The gator stepped up to Mark with a thud from each step. Mark turned his head up and saw the gator’s head peer over his girth. “Well there, little guy, looks like you were hurt badly in that alley. Here, let me help you.” Mark knew there was nothing he could do. His leg hurt too much to resist anything that may come.

    Mark was scooped into the arms of the gator and rested on his fat belly as he was carried back to the bed. At this moment, Mark’s pain started to fade a bit and growing less and less. For some reason, it felt comfortable to be held in the gator’s strong arms and leaning on his soft stomach. The gator carefully placed Mark back in bed, putting the covers over him and the tray on his lap. “Now there, what would you like to eat?” the gator said. Mark decided to take the offer. No point in making himself go through more pain. “Um… whatever you have I guess. I’m not picky.” The gator gave a weak smile and said he would cook up eggs and toast, and left closing the door.

    This allowed Mark’s mind to spin with questions and conclusions. Where was he? Animals talking and acting like humans. Would they keep humans as pets? Is this gator keeping him as a pet? He shivered at the thought of how he would be treated, like a dog or lower. Then it hit him. This gator was taking care of him. After all, he took him away from the alleyway, bandaged his broken leg, and was feeding him breakfast. It was obvious that wherever he was, was defiantly far from home, but it didn’t seem to matter to him at the time. 'Who knows, maybe I might end up liking the place', Mark thought.

    As the gator returned with a large plate of eggs and toast with orange juice to drink, Mark’s face lit up for a moment.
“There you go, little guy. If you need anything just let me know er… Say I never got your name. What is it?” He held himself from the food and went back to the gator. He quivered, not knowing what to say, he had forgotten his name. At light speed it returned coming from wherever it went.
“Uh… it’s Mark. My name is Mark.” The gator gave a slight chuckle, knowing that the boy was still a bit shaken from the experience.
“Well, let me know if you need anything, Mark. And by the way, my name is Giran." Giran smiled, showing a few of his sharp teeth. This made Mark a little uneasy, but the gator's smile was still warm and friendly looking. The uneasyness soon faded. Giran then held out one of his enormous, clawed paws for a handshake. Mark held out his hand as well, to have it engulfed in the gators. Giran's grip was strong, but still gentil enough not to hurt him. Mark enjoyed the feeling of the gator's strong paw, but when he began to feel himself blush a little, he quickly turned his gaze back to his food. Giran stood up, causing the bed to creek all over.
"Feel free to make yourself at home, Mark."

    Mark began to dig through the food, nearly forgetting how hungry he had been. As the eggs dropped down from his mouth to his stomach, it gave him a warm feeling. For some reason, Mark didn’t feel scared anymore. As his plate came close to being empty, with few scraps of eggs and crumbs of the toast left, he slowly started to lift his fears. He knew it wasn’t the food. It was your ordinary, every day food as it was back home. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt somewhat at home. The sun rose higher, stretching through the windows, bringing the dimly lit room to a fine sun gold color.

    Another knock like before came from the doorway as it slightly came open with the gator peering in. “Mind if I come in?” Giran asked. After gulping his last bite of toast, his stomach went from full of food to full of butterflies, “Um, yeah… sure.” Giran pushed the door all the way open, moving closer to the bed. He lifted the tray out of Mark’s lap and as he did he looked down on him, “Must be scared I’m guessin', aren’t ya?”
“You could say that. I have never heard of this place, where am I?”
“You’re in Scaldron. We’ve never seen a human before, aside from pictures in books. You’re the first to show up here..”
“And you’re the first alligator I’ve seen in clothes and talking, other than cartoons.” Giran gave a small laugh at the comment, “Well, no need to worry. I don’t plan on eatin' ya. I’d never do such a thing. So, do you have a place to stay?" Mark shook his head. "Well, once your leg heals, you can head on home. 'Till then, you should rest here.”

    The two nodded at each other as Giran left the room, door open, putting the dishes away. As the water ran from the sink, Giran called to Mark, grabbing his attention, “Say, Mark, would you like to watch some tv while your leg heals?” 'They have tv? This place is just as modern as home', Mark thought. 'Why bother staying in a room watching paint dry'? He took Giran’s offer right away and threw the covers off as Giran came and sat him onto the large couch in front of the tv.

    Weeks passed as Mark’s leg slowly healed. The longer Mark stayed with Giran, the more comfortable they became with each other. Soon enough, they were good friends. There was one night that Mark wouldn’t forgot while his leg was close to being healed. It was during one day at dinner… Giran had always helped Mark walk around, holding him by the back and arms with his own. Mark felt comfortable and safe in Giran’s hold, as if he were on air. The two were having steak and were sitting across from each other. Giran had his mind on eating his share but Mark’s mind was somewhere else. He couldn’t help but notice Giran’s figure. How Giran would always smile at him and help him walk with his powerful, yet gentle, arms. How his fat belly and chest always felt comfortable to lean against as he was carried around the house, and just how it looked in general. Mark suddenly caught himself staring at Giran and brought himself to eating his steak fast, hoping not to attract attention. It failed as Giran peered his eyes up at Mark, wondering what had just happened. Mark's face was suddenly very red. Giran stared at Mark for a moment and then looked back at his plate, as nervous thoughts sank from his brain to his butterfly filled stomach. The two went back to eating, and they never spoke about that moment afterward.

    Night was nearing, and two headed for the couch. They watched their favorite programs late into the night while the glow of the tv was the only source of light. Mark continued to watch tv 'till he heard a low grumble. He turned to Giran and saw that his head was thrown back on the couch, his arm on the rest just over him and that he had fallen asleep. This allowed Mark to get full view of Giran. His eyes wandered from his face all the way down to his thick feet. It was strange to Mark, but he couldn't stop staring at Giran's huge feet. They were so chubby and beautiful looking to him. He had to get closer. Mark moved himself slowly and quietly, hoping not to wake Giran up. He admired Giran’s belly for a while, and soon his hand slowly crept to it without knowing. Contact! He had never felt anything like this. His soft large belly was such a great feeling, even if it was just his shirt. Another grumble came out, but Giran was still sound asleep. Mark’s hand slowly made a slow motion around the belly and he retracted it. He then looked down at Giran’s feet and saw how wonderful they were. He felt that his mid-section had just sprung and gotten hard, but he didn’t mind, it was what he truly felt, and he knew it. Another grumble came and Giran started to shift now, he can’t be caught! Mark threw himself to the couch not knowing that he bumped right into Giran’s tail by mistake, undoubtedly waking Giran up. Slyly as he could, he made himself look as if he were asleep.

    Giran stirred himself awake, shaking his head and looking down at Mark. He still felt the touch of a human hand on his belly, and knew right away what had happened. Giran smiled as he saw Mark sleeping at his tail, yet he frowned for another reason. Giran had admired Mark all this time whenever they were near like this, but could never tell Mark how he really felt. Ever since he took care of Mark, he had no other company as to not scare him away. Disregarding the thoughts, he sat up trying not to wake Mark, and picked him up to his stomach. Though Mark was 'asleep', he felt himself get harder as his whole body was in contact with Giran’s. When he reached the bed and knew he was alone in the room, he opened his eyes and thought to himself about what just happened.

    Mark’s leg had been fully recovered for four days now, and was going about his business, missing Giran’s 'helping hands', as it were. The two of them continued about the house holding their feelings for each other inside, unsure of what to say. Then it all came down to another night. It was late one night; 11:17 PM, and the two were watching tv as usual. Giran continued to focus on the tv as his tail swaggered at his feet. Mark took a glance at Giran, seeing that he was fully concentrated on the tv, Mark took the chance and looked down at Giran’s feet. He wished time would stop, just so he could admire Giran for just a little longer. He saw how wonderful and squishy those feet might have been. He also admired the thick tail swaggering between his feet looking all too comfortable. Mark got lost in all of this, not realizing the tv had gone to commercial. As it did, a yawn escaped Giran’s snout and he saw Mark out of the corner of his eye. A smile came to Giran’s gator snout and in his mind, he knew how they both felt. He turned his head back to the tv, acting normal, and shifted his large weight, letting Mark know he was about to move. The sudden movement caused Mark to snap out of his daze, and his head snapped forward, focusing on the tv again.

    Giran got up to let his tail rest on the back of the couch and slowly moved Mark closer to his belly with it, and as he did he smiled down at Mark’s fake questionable face. “Oh don’t worry Mark, I know what you’re thinking.”
“You do?” Mark replied, trying to hide everything he could, but was unsuccessful as his mid-section stuck out clear on his pants.
“Yes. We’ve enjoyed each other’s company over the past few weeks, and we’ve grown to like each other.” And with those words Giran gave a loving smile, which practically caused Mark to melt on the spot.
“Really? You mean you felt the same way this whole time?” he asked with a look of hope on his face.
“Yes. I saw you admiring my feet and tail. I can only guess you’ve wanted to be near them,” he said as he patted Mark’s messy hair.
“Yes I… I have.” Mark blushed, and he noticed the smile on the gator’s face; how inviting and caring it was. “And I bet you’ve wanted someone to well, service your feet.” Giran gave a wider smile, “It’s like we’ve known each other all our lives.” Giran turned the tv to mute, letting its glow light the dark blue room and stretching out the couch making it more comfortable and roomy. “Let’s not waste time. Let’s give each other what we’ve always wanted.”

    This brought a big smile to Mark's face. Giran folded his arms behind his head and leaned against the extended couch, letting him sit up slightly.(Pic) He posed and splayed his feet out on the foot stool, all for Mark.(Pic) Mark kneeled on the floor, took his hands and started to massaged the fat feet. His small hands moved all around the scaly feet, feeling its fat caress around his hand as it moved, feeling every wrinkle and scale. 'What a wonderful feeling' he thought.(Pic) Giran’s thick tail suddenly moved behind Mark, pulling him closer to his feet, and smiled down over his belly.
“Go ahead, do whatever you’d like. Anything.” With that, Giran’s tail cuddled Mark’s face, making him even harder than he was before. Mark took the comforting words and placed his face on Giran’s foot. He stopped for a moment, taking in the strong musky smell of the fat gator feet. It was such a great smell. He moved his nose in between the toes where the smell was stronger, overwhelming him. Mark didn’t stop there. He let his tongue slide all over the pudgy foot as well. He could hear Giran moan as he enjoyed his feet being pleasured. Mark continued to move his hands around the large flabby foot while he pleasured himself by licking and sucking on a single toe. His tongue went all around the claw, and he continued sucking on it.

    Giran groaned over and over as Mark's soft, small hands massaged and caressed his feet, loving the feeling all too well. Giran slightly panted as his feet were serviced, and saw how much fun Mark was having. He also saw from the bulge in Mark’s pants, that he was getting very excited. His tail reluctantly pulled Mark aside, smiling down as he did before. “Why don't I let have what you really want? Here, let me help you with that...”, Giran said as he brought his beefy hand down to Mark and put it under his shirt, slowly lifting his shirt over his head. Giran let his hands gently caress Mark's back as he lifted the shirt. While he did this Giran reached his tail around Mark and gave his pants a tug, making them fall to the floor. Mark let out a little "eep!" as his pants were pulled off unexpectedly. Giran stood up, and looked down at Mark again with a toothy grin.(Pic) Mark stood up now as well, in nothing but his underwear, feeling a little embarassed. Mark blushed and couldn't help but look down at the floor. Giran reached out and lifted Mark's head. "Something wrong, Mark?" Mark looked up at Giran and gave a weak smile.
"N-no, nothing's wrong. I guess I'm just a little nervous is all.." Giran chuckled and gave Mark a hug, pressing their bodies together and stroking marks head. Mark couldn't believe how good Giran's warm embrace felt to him. He felt so warm and secure, but excited at the same time. By this point, Giran could easily tell that Mark wanted the same thing he did. Giran looked towards his bedroom door.
"Hey, how about we go get comfortable, hm?" Mark simply nodded and turned to walk toward the bedroom, but was stopped suddenly. Before he knew it, Mark was lifted up by Giran like he was no more than a feather. Giran held Mark in his arms and gave him a tight squeeze. Without one word being exchanged between them, Giran carried Mark into the bedroom.

Chapter 3 - A Whole New Experience
    Giran tossed Mark onto the bed like he was nothing, while Mark just lay there, trying to take in the situation. This was a whole new experience to Mark, and he had no idea what to do. He was nervous, but happy at the same time.
"Let me just get out of these..." Giran mumbled to himself as he began to pull his tight shirt up. As the shirt went up, Mark watched in awe as Girans large belly was released from the shirt and bounced up and down. Giran tossed the shirt to the floor, and then used his tail to quickly take off his pants. Giran walked over to the bed and sat down next to Mark.
"Mark, before we begin, are you sure you want to go through with all this? If you don't want to it's okay, really."
Mark smiled at Giran and gave him a hug. "I do want to. Just take the lead and I'll try my best to follow.." After getting the okay from Mark, Giran wasted no time in getting started. Giran took his tail and used it to bring Mark closer to him and he began to massage Mark's shoulders, trying to get him to relax. Mark quivered a little from Girans touch, and began to let out small moans as Giran's large, beefy hands worked at his shoulders, relaxing every part of his body but one. Giran noticed Mark relax and lifted Mark up, brining him up to the head of the bed and laying his head on a pillow. Giran kneeled over Mark, looking down on him with that same loving smile that Mark loved to see.
"Just relax, Mark. I'll take care of everything."

    Giran leaned down and began to lick and kiss Mark's neck. Mark's eyes widened, taken off-guard by the sudden show of affection. Giran let out a soft chuckle and slowly slid his hands up Marks sides, all the way to his face. He held Mark's face in his hands gently and leaned in to give him a warm, deep kiss. Mark was moaning in pleasure now, and he reached up and put his arms around Giran's neck, not wanting to let go. Suddenly, Giran's tongue parted Marks lips; Mark let him inside happily. Their tongues massaged eachothers, each of them moaning and taking in the wonderful taste of their partner. Giran reluctantly broke their passionate kiss, and he slowly moved down and began to taste Mark's chest while, at the same time, exploring the lower parts of Mark's body with his hands. Mark began to pant heavily now, not sure if he could handle the pleasure of Girans huge belly resting on his body, and his wandering hands moving all over his body. All these new feelings were beginning to take over all of Mark's senses. He closed his eyes and simply lay there, letting Giran do as he wished with his body. Mark felt something squeeze his leg, and he opened his eyes and looked down to see that Giran had wrapped his tail around his leg. Mark liked the feeling, and let out a little "Ohh" from the pleasure. Giran took notice of Mark's excitement and rolled off of Mark and onto his side. Giran put his arms around Mark and held Mark's small body close to his own girth. Mark moaned loudly as Giran continued to kiss and lick him, while fondling his lower body with his tail. This went on for what seemed like an eternity, until Giran stopped his caressing for a moment. "Mark, do you want to go further with this?" Mark gave a single nod of approval and gave Giran a long, deep kiss, stroking his chubby cheek.
"Alright Mark, since you seem to like my feet so much, I think I have an idea.." Giran grinned mischievously.

    Giran picked up Mark as he rolled onto his back. He placed Mark onto his large, thick tail, so he could use it as a seat. Mark let out a "Mmm" as he lay on Giran's tail, anticipating what was to come. Giran relaxed and rested his back on the headboard of the bed. He reached out his leg and lightly placed his large, fat, foot on Mark's ankle. Giran slowly rubbed his toes up and down Mark's leg, coming very close to his crotch, then moving back down, teasing Mark. Mark squirmed in his seat and sighed contently, enjoying the moment. Giran grinned, and finally moved his foot up to Mark's crotch. Giran took one of his toes and curled it under Mark's underwear, pulling them off with one quick movement. Mark let out a small gasp as Giran did this, squirming a little. Giran chuckled as he saw Mark's reaction, and he placed one toe on the tip of Mark's stiff penis. Mark moaned loudly from Giran's touch, and he began to sweat and pant heavily. Giran began to rub his foot up and down Mark's penis slowly, letting Mark feel every wrinkle and every curve of his foot. Mark tossed his head back in pleasure, getting lost in the moment.(Pic) Knowing Mark wouldn't last much longer, Giran began to rub his foot on Mark's crotch faster, and he took his other foot and placed it on Mark's face.(Pic) Mark grabbed Giran's foot and took a big whiff of it, taking in it's musky scent. Mark put his tongue in between Giran's toes, licking and sucking them. Giran pressed his foot against Mark's crotch with more pressure now, nearly sending Mark over the edge. Mark grabbed Giran's foot with a firm grip, as his body tensed and spasmed, sending a wave of seed all over Giran's foot as he hit his climax.(Pic)

    Mark let his body go limp as he lay there on Giran's tail, basking in the afterglow of the wonderful moment. Mark heard Giran chuckle a little, and he looked up at him. "I think you should clean up your mess" Giran said in a playfull voice. With that, he lifted his seed covered foot and put it in Mark's face. Mark gladly grabbed the foot and licked it clean. First the toes, then the arch, and then the heal. Mark had completely cleaned off the foot now and he heard Giran give a happy sigh, just before two large hands reached down to pick him up for a tight hug. Giran held Mark closely, never wanting to let go, and Mark never wanting to be let go. As Mark rested his head on Giran's chest he let out a yawn and could feel himself getting tired. Giran stroked Mark's head and layed him down on a pillow, covering him with the bed sheets. Giran crawled under the sheets with Mark and cuddled up to him, putting his arm and tail around him.
"Mark, your leg seems to be fine now. Do you still need to go home?" Mark turned his head to look at Giran, and he smiled at him.
"What are you talking about? I am home." Giran gave Mark a tight hug, holding him as close to himself as he could, happy that Mark didn't want to leave.
"Good, because I don't want you to ever leave." With that, Giran and Mark layed their heads down, getting comfortable for a good nights rest.(Pic) Soon after, Mark drifted off to sleep, feeling warm and secure in his lovers arms, thinking about what joys the next day would bring.

To be continued...