Man, you wanna talk about lost work? This OC sketch isn't even on any of my computers. I actually dug this printout from my mini-portfolio the other day and decided it deserved a quick scan to keep it preserved=3 I'm petty happy with the way it came out overall. The limbs are appropriately stubby and the tail is exactly the right kind of thickness I try and reach with my drawings=3 I might actually have to use this pic as a reference next time I need to draw a rat or a reptile=P
But anyway, since we're showing this beefy gator off, might as well set up the back story of his predicament. Cue the story in 3.. 2.. 1!

Well what to say about Walt? He's always been the kind of man that loved to travel to far off places and sample whatever daring and exotic local favorites they might have. Well, New Orleans was definitely a perfect stop for him. Old buildings, and interesting traditions, this could definitely guarentee an interesting entree or two...
He decided to go to a little hole in the wall lunch shack on the edge of town. He'd been tipped off on the place by a local when he said he was looking to find a place with food good enough to be life changing. Little did he know, that it'd be more than the flavor of the cuisine that would leave a lasting impression.
So here he was now, with the gator gumbo special poured out in a generous bowl. Eager and starving now, he quickly took the first scoop, and shoved it into his mouth.
A smooth warmth filled his maw and his throat as he let the contents dance upon his palate; his tongue swimming in the zesty concoction as he quickly gulped it down, and reached for more.
As he ate, the warmth in his mouth slowly began to spread down his throat into his stomach, where it quickly blossomed across the rest of his body. He let out a deep guttural sigh, leaning back as his belly swelled with the spicy gumbo.
He scratched his side, his skin starting to flake as his nails started to sharpen. "Man, this must be spicier than I thought." He mumbled. "My skin feels like it's crawling!" He let out another slow murmer as his neck began to thicken. Ridges began to populate the back of his neck, and spread down to the base of his spine. They grew slowly tenting the fabric of the shirt, before tearing the seams slowly and gradually.
His hands began to feel stiff, as his fingers shortened and grew stubbier. A deep murky green beginning to spread across his skin as he suddenly dropped the spoon with a clatter. His mind a fog now, he simply shrugged and shoved his face into the thick stew chomping and lapping up every bit of the contents his mouth could reach.
The chair let out a tedious creak as Walt's form continued to thicken. His shirt turning into nothing more than a sweat covered rag, as his belly and newly formed love handles competed for more and more room. He raked his claws against skin that was now armored with heavy green scales that protected his burgeoning belly.
He leaned forward letting more and more of his new muzzle splash and swim around the intoxicating gumbo, as his seat creaked in protest. A strange bulge began to form between the wobbling cheeks, and begged for freedom. His legs and arms grew shorter and shorter as the last of his skin became covered by the cool murky scales.
He let out a growl when the table finally collapsed under his massive weight, his new tail bursting from his pants and whipping across the ground. He licked the last morsel, and dropped the bowl to the ground with a loud clatter.
He licked his lips as his tongue darted between his lethal fangs. His voice a husky mix between man and reptile, as he struggled to get on his feet. He stretched out and looked down.
Gasping at the massive scaled belly he saw before him he started to stumble around, not knowing where his form had gone under all this bulk of gator meat. He tried to get a hold of himself, as he stumbled out of the restaurant growling and grunting in anguish.
"I gotta get myself to a hospital!" He thought, "There's gotta be way I can fix thi-"
But before he could finish his thought, the full spell of the murky heat engulfed his form. Suddenly, all his thoughts of returning to the city seemed silly. The swamp was his home, wasn't it? He waddled to the edge looking into the cloudy waters below. Part of him was wanting to turn back, telling him that every part of this was wrong. But his body stepped forward. A strange cloud of thoughts and instincts telling him that dry land was for the meek mammals. Not the powerful reptiles like him. The water seemed to call out to him, as he stretched a stubby leg forward. Doubt continued to scream, but his tail slammed onto the deck, pulling him down into the water below.

It all became clear again with that first massive splash. Once that thick murky water hit his scaled skin, all doubt washed away with it. The bayou was where he belonged. He reveled in the sweet symphony of muck, algae, and mud that covered every inch of his form.
He let out a satisfied gurgle, and swam forward. The former life of Walt drifting far behind him now, as he took his new rightful place in the swamp.