Page 35 of Cold Foot Croc

“Your senses are bigger always, but they will be ramped up even more for a few hours before and after a purposeful Change.”

“And if it’s a not-purposeful Change?”

“Then you’ll have heightened senses for a few hours after. It’s one of the gifts the bear can give you.”

“I don’t think I would’ve learned all this without you,” he said, excitement zinging through his tone like electricity.

“Well, you should’ve learned this like, day-freaking-one from your Maker. A Maker has a responsibility if he Turns a human.”

“You can be my honorary Maker,” he said.

Pop!

She startled hard at the explosive sound and looked behind her. Garret had Changed into his bear again and was bucking around in the snow, making growling sounds each time his front paws hit the cold ground. He was having fun.

She giggled and shook her head, then picked up her pace again. She was getting cold.

Pop!Now he was back to human and jogging to catch up to her, bare-ass naked.

“I’m not your Maker. I can’t even Turn a human. Crocs are different than bear shifters. We just kill. We don’t save. I am total destruction.”

“Destruction these nuts,” he mumbled right before…Pop!

“Oh my gosh,” she laughed as his bear went charging past her through the trees.

Pop!

“I can do it really fast now,” he called from up ahead, both hands covering his dick.

She could feel the joy coming off him. It was filling up the woods, filling up her head, filling up her soul.

“Watch this,” he said, and then,Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

He exploded from one form to the other, posing each time he was human. In his human skin once again, he looked down at his body and belted out a laugh. “Want to see me do it again?”

“You need to eat,” she assured him through an amused grin.

Pop! Pop!“Ooooh, I don’t feel so good,” he groaned, pitching forward onto his knees in the snow.

“Food will fix it,” she told him. “You spend a lot of energy Changing. More than you realize.”

“I might be dying,” he said, lying in the snow like a starfish.

She couldn’t stop giggling when he was like this. “You’re being very dramatic.”

“Can’t feel my skin.”

“Probably because you don’t believe in wearing jackets.”

“Sky…going…dark.”

She would take him more seriously if he wasn’t trying not to laugh.

“Your dick is going to get frostbite.”

“Wait, what?” he demanded, sitting up. “Is that a thing?” He was looking down at himself, all worried, and she couldn’t stop laughing now.

Raynah doubled over with it. “I’m going to pee my pants.”

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