A middle age crocodile, aptly named as “Croc”, worked as a scout leader for his town. He actually quite enjoyed his work, seeing his kids grow and flourish into responsible preteens - full of life, and brimming with aspiration. 
However, Croc has always some hidden desire for boys locked within him - not being exposed, until he found that Cocksleeve Cubs site, beckoned from a risky search for “cub porn” on the deep web; it seemed that Cocksleeve Cubs was the most selected item on the list. 

Croc remembers everything he first found on that site, it was like a treasure trove to him! That is, once he got over the initial guilt of watching the videos in the first place. But after repeated watching, along with the many loads that were spilled each night, Croc found himself caring less and less. Why should he hate something he clearly loves, but doesn't want to admit it? 
If the pedos on the videos could muster up the courage to fuck a young boy, then he could too. Infact, his favourite videos were the ones that didn't end in violence. 
Rough sex was fine by him, but right now - snuff felt like it was too consequential, especially given the nature of his job. 

He sighed, dick in hand, and looked at the clock. 
“Really, 2AM already?! Guess I've been jerking off too much…” 
Croc had grown to be such a fan of the site, that he had to plan out his time in advance, before sleeping, just to jerk off to the videos, stories, images, and comments that were on his newfound haven. Tonight, though, he seemed to lose track of time - but the heavy scent in the air confirmed what he was doing. 

For a crocodile, one wouldn't think Croc to be so musky. He couldn't tell if it was genes, or just has fat cock that caused all that aroma: that manly, cummy smell that hung like thick air in his room at all times. 
When he was out at work, he used to open the window to let the room air out, but he even stopped doing that. After a while, by letting it all fester, he saw why Alex’s musk has such an effect on children. 
It was affecting him too, making his cock hard and dribble pre when he walked in there. 

Croc also uploaded images of his cock, descriptions of his musk, body, and his desires to the site too - which garnered the attention of Alex himself. 
Croc was ecstatic when Alex remarked him as a “prime candidate, aching for a young hole to fuck.” 
As if the wolf wasn't sexy enough in the videos, he also got teased by Alex in message. 

“Hey, Croc. What cute boy wants to be the troupe leader this time, and how will he receive your cock? ;)” 

“What's up, Croc? You should be home by this time, your cock rock hard from seeing all those cute boys all day - huh?”

Those are some examples of the messages Alex sent, and this would continue for a full month - before Croc finally caved into his desires yet again, his dick overtaking his mind, as he arranged to meet Alex at his place of work - late at night. Having bought some bargain magic potions from Finn before his little endeavour, Croc was all set to impress Alex with the type of fucking cubs:all the way through, yet causing no internal harm to leave them open for future use. What Alex did know, is that his adoptive son, Curly, was also being taught by Croc in the same team. 
So, naturally, the boy would love to have his ass filled by his reptilian prehensile dick, when it's been filled many times from his father's. 
As for the other cubs… Croc wanted to round up as much as possible, considering what he had in mind. He said to them that it was a “special meeting”. What this special meeting would entail, is something that the boys will find out eventually. 

Once the day came, Croc could barely fit in his assigned uniform - having gained some weight over the months, his belly was quite flabby. But more fat equaled more musk to trap in his body, and that was a win-win situation for the croc.
He had stopped going to the gym in favour to jack off to the Cocksleeve Cubs site. In truth, his desires were overtaking him - and he just needed to have an outlet. What good is a hand anyway, when so many boy holes are available right where he works? 

All day, while he was taking care of the cubs, underneath his uniform - his cock was begging for release. How none of them have even noticed yet, is probably due to the fat rolls that hung over his belly, thus giving the cubs a partially restricted view of his troupe leader's groin. In-between breaks, just like last time, Croc would pull out his dick to give it a good few whacks to the group photos on his desk - all 6 cubs huddled around him. Out of all 6, he couldn't choose a favourite; they were all cute and innocent!
…And that made his dick throb like never before, imagining a scenario in his head wherein he would invite one of the boys to his office for some “endurance training”, only to bend over the boy over his desk as soon as he entered his eyesight, whispering into his prey’s ear: “Can big things go in small things, Johnny?” Followed by plugging the boy with as much dick as possible, the high pitched whimpers being music to ears. In reality, the croc was sat in his chair with his head far back, growling with lust as his dick gushed out his first load of the day (he didn't want to jack off a lot for this special day), thick white cum that set a proper manly smell in the room. 
Once Croc cleaned it all up with tissues, he tucked his dick back in his pants, looked at his clock and darkly smirked. 
“Time for the ‘meeting’, then. I better believe that Alex is here…”
Brushing the tent’s door away, he walked in a room full of cubs - specifically - his whole boy scout team.
All of them looked rather befuddled to Alex’s appearance there - to them, he was just a strange wolf setting up a camera for some reason. Upon noticing Alex's presence there, Croc called out to him and clapped him in the back. 
“Glad we could meet, hot stuff,” Croc offered a handshake, but Alex just batted it away and groped his bulging crotch instead. Leaning up to his ear, Alex whispered to the pervy croc, his voice as smooth as silk:
“You're going to go through them all, isn't that right?”
Croc shivered and swallowed the lump in his throat, 
“Y-Yes, sir,” then walking back to the front of tent (carefully adjusting his bulge), and calling out to the cubs. 
He saw how Alex winked at him when he was about to begin his briefing for this meeting, and Croc looked over the boy's unsteadily. The scent of boys in the air was too strong, and none of them knew that a cub killing predator and a predator-to-be was right behind and in front of them. 
“N-Now everyone! I'm sure a lot of you are wondering why I've gathered you here today…” Croc involuntary imagined undressing all the cubs as he looked around. 
“W-Well, that, I'll explain.” His eyes focused on one of the cute cubs sat at the front, a fox. 
Beckoning him over, Croc asked his name. 
“Azerio, sir.” 
Croc smiled and grabbed the cub much to the surprise of the boy and the audience. 
Croc’s voice was darker this time, wavering from lust and pent up urges. 
“S-Sometimes you'll be held in a compromising position in the wild.” Croc said, offering him as a demonstration for all the other boys who sat in the tent - Alex recording the whole thing in the process, his hand sometimes travelling beneath his uniform. 
The cub was a fox, befitted with beautiful orange, auburn fur that was silky smooth and a soft, cute face - with sky blue eyes. Even as Croc held him in this compromising position, leaned against the microphone stand while he placed his hands on his hips, his cock throbbed and ached to go tear open the cute boy's hole. 
Instead, Croc put his clothed pit in front of cub’s face - twisting him over, and shoving him right in that damp, musk-ridden armpit. Hours and days of jacking off, produced this venerable musk that poured from Croc - and, much to  Alex's surprise, it was already starting to have an effect on the cubs. 
The wolf scoured and walked around with his camera, getting all the cubs that are sat down into the shot - their faces turning from confusing to a far off, distant look at their jaws slacked. Alex had never seen musk having an effect on cubs in such a large scale before, so he decided to experiment around a bit. Whilst Croc was busy smothering the now-drooling fox in his pit, Alex whipped out his cock and waved it around as he walked - no reaction coming out from the cubs, much to the further amazement of the wolf. 
Looking at the 5 cubs before him, he chose one that caught his eye to experiment on: the most notable specimen being a chubby pig boy with big round glasses, brown eyes, and a big fat smile plastered on his face. If anyone would enjoy musk, it's him - so Alex just casually walked up to him and placed his cock on his lips. Wordlessly, the pig's mouth opened and Alex slid his cock in, groaning out in pleasure as soon as his dick hit that familiar feeling as being wrapped in a warm cubby mouth, the tip descending further and further into the boy's unbroken, warm gullet. 
Croc noticed this and grumbled out in frustration. 
“Hey, Alex, these are my cubs! You just stay with your son, alright?” 
Alex was surprised but also annoyed that Croc had grown protective of his toys. 
“Very well, pedophile,” he said as he drew his cock back from the eager piggy’s mouth to see it coated in saliva, squinting his eyes in pleasure as his huge wolf cock blasted a few ropes of precum onto his cocksucker’s glasses. 

Moving over to son (but still deciding to leave his camera at a distance to record everything all at once), he stroked his face lovingly before yanking his mouth open and thrusting it full of his 9 inch thick wolf pedo dick. 
Alex's muzzle hummed out a low, grumbling sound, his teeth clenched in pleasure. 
“I love using you anyway I like, bitch. Hehe, just wait until Croc uses one of his scouts like a cocksleeve. Actually, all of them.”
Now that Alex was balls deep in his adoptive son's warm gullet, he padded a paw at his face. 
“Gag more,” he said in a dark tone, and those sweet gurgling sounds emanated around his cock and filled the room. 

Meanwhile, Croc was busy getting all remaining 3 cubs drunk on his musk. The fox boy, Azerio, had already been converted instantaneously, upon creating contact with his leader's pit. The pig boy, who Croc knew as “Ethan”, and Curly had been afflicted with a strong waft of Alex's dick and crotch musk. 
Taking care not to send himself over the edge too early, Alex withdrew from Curly’s smooth muzzle with a deep whimper - marvelling his huge cock that throbbed and dripped eager cub saliva in the open air. 
But he was here for a reason: to direct a Cocksleeve Cubs video, and he didn't want to disappoint Croc! 

Once Croc saw Alex return back to his camera, he began rounding up the cubs in a group close to him. In fact, they were all so close together, that Croc could feel the body heat. As he sniffed in, he could smell so much cub scent, yet Alex's and Croc's scent hung in the air more predominantly. After all, they're adults - far more mature than cubs, but nowhere near as innocent! 

Out of all the cubs, 3 still had to musk-driven completely for his plan to work. That meant the dragon boy: Drago and the calico cat twins: Larry and Leo remained. 
Croc picked Drago up like a toy and pushed his face in-between his sweaty ass crack, the cub moaning out from the strong, heady musk down there. As Croc leaned to the side to push that muzzle further in to his musky ass crack, he took a sip of his beer and moaned with delight. 
“Doesn't it feel so good, Croc? Taking control? You've always wanted this, haven't you?” Alex said, looking at the scene with a smile. He was glad Croc's corruption into a fully fledged pervert was going to plan. First was the chronic masturbation to cubs. Second, was doing the act from sheer pent-up sexual urges to thrust oneself onto a boy. And Croc was performing admirably; the cubs were getting drunk on his own unique manly musk at first contact, in mere seconds. 
“You know, I think your musk is stronger than mine.” Alex muttered out, watching how Croc sat his fat ass on Drago - suffocating him completely on his ass musk. 
Next, he picked up the calico twins towards him and placed one at either side of his exposed armpits. 
Once he felt Drago beneath him prod his tongue at his anus, his cock jumped to attention and Croc shoved the twins’ heads down into his musky pits - forcing them to inhale all the musk whether they liked it or not. 
Croc let out a shaky breath, overcome with lust from the 3 cubs worshipping and Alex was unbelievably hard while recording the whole thing - how those two twins lapped at his pits, coating them with cub saliva willingly as his personal musk bitches. Alex knew that musk had an effect on cubs, but never to this extent. 
Lowering both muscular and slightly flabby arms completely on the two twins worshipping his pits, he locked them in there and pressed their heads as far down as possible to get covered with that manly stench, giggling with glee. 
“Alex, you're right, cubs are the best thing in the world!”

Smelling in the cub scent, his prehensile cock stirred with life in a matter of seconds and Croc had to take off his jeans 
to let it free - firstly flopping onto his chest, then dangling over the top of the Drago’s torso, leaking a steady stream of precum onto him. He decided to let the cubs go for now, and sit back in front of him - so they could await his next command. 

Croc's cock was long, yet decisively thick. It was a humanoid cock, despite him being alligator. Just saying that it was ‘long’ would be an understatement; as Alex watched that cock grow to a size comparable to Xan’s before his very eyes. Despite all this, the humanoid appearance of the penis remained. Alex had never thought this would happen as a natural cause, so Croc must've took some kind of potion beforehand. I mean, he had seen the cock growth potions in Finn’s Cub Slavery, but none of them were brave enough to use it. All, except Croc - this predator-to-be. 
His length expanding like a tendril and becoming so large that it could fit up to 6 cubs on there. Realisation dawned over Alex: “So that's why he used it!”

With his cock going through the breadth of the transformation, Croc leaned back against the slanted table and cracked open a beer beside him - sipping the stuff and finishing with an audible burp that offset the cubs’ hypnotised moans. 
“Line up, boys”, Croc blurted out, watching how the cubs obeyed his command - lining up into one perfect, fuckable line straight in front of his huge cock, for his scout master. 
Even though Croc didn't tell them where exactly to line up (he even didn't tell them to bend over!), the musk was having such a strong effect on them, that they could even ascertain their leader's deepest desires. 
“Look at those boys, lining up like whores, begging for adult cock deep in their underage ass.”
Alex's words were exaggerated, really drawing out every ounce of lust only for the crocodile’s cock to throb more. Alex had since discarded all manner of clothing, and now was jacking off while recording.
Croc put his hands behind his head as his cock  transformation ensued, exposing his pits, and letting his musk swirl about the tent - deepening the heavy scent in the air, and making it his property. 
“Fuck… I can't wait to see what it feels like.”
Taking a sip of his beer, Croc mulled over the series of events that led him up to this point - the induction of him being a fully fledged member of Cocksleeve Cubs. 
At first, Croc was unsure but now he knows that his mind is made up. 
As his cock grew to a length to reach the nearest cub - Curly - he wanted to do everything in his power to impress Alex further. After just buckling his hips slightly, Croc penetrated Curly’s hole and the tightness elicited his cock to grow further the body - until it pummeled through his mouth completely from Croc savagely thrusting into his backside with joy. 
Croc was moaning in pleasure, and Alex looked at his skewered son in shock, seeing the crocodile’s extend further (with a much faster speed this time) to the next cub: being the pig boy, Ethan. 
“I'll have to spend a revive potion on him again!” Alex said with disdain. 
Croc laughed, “No need to worry Alex, my precum has special non-killing properties!”
He cooed out with pleasure as he felt his cock go in Ethan, the little boy squealing and moaning all while that length assailed through his ass to out of his mouth. The cubs didn't feel anything, being so drunk on Croc's “special” precum and feeling the effects of his musk fully. 
He looked out with a smirk as he saw how two cubs (four remaining) were skewered on his fat, thick human cock was grew and grew. 
Overcome by lust, Croc thrusted forward harshly to skewer through the calico cat twins. Once he did, he slouched back against the slanted table, marvelling at his work so far. His cock is gripped profound tightness, imagine that - but fourfold, representing the four cubs on his cock besides Curly. It took every ounce of restraint in him to not seed through the bodies then and there, but his little mission wasn't done just yet: for he had two more cubs to skewer: the cute purple dragon boy, Drago, and the more effeminate fox, Azerio. With the weight of all these cubs on his cock, it was quite hard to thrust in them - so he had to make sure to put all his power into it. 
Alex was cheering him on, 
“Go on, Croc - you can do it! Be the pedophile that you've always wanted to be!”
With a deep, bellowing cry, Croc made extensive use of his weight to thrust forward with all his might - going through the two remaining cubs completely, being washed over with a huge wave of pleasure now that the tightness was all around his cock. 

Alex's arousal got the best of him, and he had to leave his camera stand, to openly jerk near and to the sight of that skewered cub cock train. 
In between panted breaths, he looked at Croc deeply and with lust.
Bringing his attention back to the scene before him, he admired how the tip of Croc's elongated thick cock emerged from Azerio’s mouth - covered in no blood or innards. He chuckled; Croc wasn't lying that he said he has ‘special properties’. 
“It seems… That the name of cocksleeves… Suits these cubs quite well…!” With a deep growl, Alex unloaded numerous thick wads of his infamous pedo seed all over the cubs - lathering them with his spunk. 

In that same moment, all of the cubs dry orgasmed at once when Croc thrusted back and forth again to hit all their prostates. The tightness caused by the dry orgasms was even more stifling than before, and Croc let loose all of his pent-up pedo desires within this train - his cum spurting in high arcs on the backs of the cubs, the cubs themselves wobbling from Croc's cock convulsions with each fresh batch of seed he spurted out. 
Croc bellowed out heavily while it all happened, his desires nothing more than carnal, instinctual desires to thrust inside all these tight bottoms at once.
“Oooh, fuck yes! Little boy scouts on my cock, hehehe!”
After a while, it was all over - and the whole sight before him was a cummy, musky mess. The scent in the air was stronger than it had ever been before now. 
Croc's cock was already begging to retract to its initial length - escaping from those now-stretched out cubby assholes with a loud ‘schrop’ sound. 
The cubs were sleeping soundly, balled up on the floor together. It seems Croc's plan worked just as he intended. 
“Planning to use them in the future?” Alex questioned, gently tapping Croc's face awake. 
The crocodile’s orgasm was so pleasurable that he was ready to sleep right after it. 
“Y-Yeah,” he muttered out.  “They won't remember a thing, Alex. Now that the video is done how about you stay for a while? I want to hear about all your adventures!”
Alex smiled and nodded, grabbing a chair from the back - and placing it at the side of Croc. His paw hovered over his beer pack, “Mind if I have a beer?”