metamorphosisoceanus

[metamorphosisoceanus]

Bad Ending (Mermaid TF)

"It means that there have been frequent disappearances of female students around our school recently, making them afraid to come to school~"

"It's really scary..."

"And Sato-san, you usually go to and from school alone? You really need to be more careful."

"Okay, I will."

My name is Rin Sato, a seventeen-year-old ordinary high school student. Because of his mediocre appearance, introverted and passive personality, and his test scores are only at the middle class level, he is not very conspicuous in the class. Although he gets along well with his classmates, but because of his personality that is not very good at socializing, even if he has When my classmates come up to talk to me, they don't talk too much with each other, so I don't have close friends. After all, socializing is enough for me to not be regarded as the object of bullying. Except for school, I am usually the only one at home. I have no brothers or sisters. My parents work abroad all year round. I only have the opportunity to come back and live for a while when I take vacations. Every month, I will send a living allowance to my home on time. It mainly revolves around the Internet, watching movies, scrolling through social software, and occasionally chasing dramas and the like. Although it is plain, I have no complaints about it.

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"See you tomorrow, Sato-kun~"

"Well, see you tomorrow."

After waving goodbye to my classmates, I was the only one who walked in the opposite direction with the other students, and went home alone today. The place where I live is not too far from the school, but I need to go through a few remote alleys to walk from the school to my home. Usually, no one will pass by here, and there are no students living in the same area as me, so I go to and from school on weekdays. Almost always alone on the road.

"I'm so sleepy... I shouldn't have clicked on a new episode last night..."

I yawned, and all I could think about was going home early to take a shower, and then take a good nap to recharge my weak body.

"Hmm... Is the lack of sleep leading to hallucinations..."

I always feel that something is not right. Every time I walk a short distance, there will be some noises behind me, but when I look back, I can't find anything.

Normally, there should be no other people passing by here, even if there is, why do you avoid me? ... At this time, I suddenly recalled the content of the chat with my classmates this morning, and cold sweat broke out from my forehead at the same time.

"It can't be so unlucky..." I thought to myself, and my steps speeded up unconsciously, trying to resist the fear that gradually emerged in my heart, and the occasional voices behind me suddenly became coherent and hurried, confirming I immediately panicked from the thoughts in my heart, and ran without daring to turn my head, but the voice behind me was getting closer and closer, and I was already running with all my strength, but I could feel myself and the chasing behind. The distance between the things that came up did not lengthen, but got closer and closer. I was only a corner away from home. At this moment, there was a sharp pain in my waist, and I staggered and fell to the ground. Although I supported it with my arms in time I held my upper body to prevent my face from falling to the ground. Before I could support myself to get up, a pair of hands behind me covered my mouth and nose with a towel. I was powerless to struggle, and then my vision went dark and I lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, I slowly opened my eyes as my consciousness gradually recovered.

Where is this...? I don't know where I was taken, it looked like a windowless space, the ceiling was covered with dazzling fluorescent lights, I slowly perceived the environment around me, my limbs were restrained and I couldn't move, my mouth was stuffed There is a tube, you can breathe through this, and there is no real feeling that the soles of your feet are stepping on the ground, as if you are floating in the water. After a few observations, it seemed that he was being locked in a cylindrical container, and the container was filled with some unknown green transparent liquid. As the consciousness became clearer, the panic in my heart became stronger and stronger.

No way? Is it really my turn? When I finally woke up, I began to struggle wildly, but the restraints on my hands and feet did not move at all. At this time, I knew that I had also become one of the victims of the recent disappearance cases, but it was really unacceptable for a while if it happened to me. , hoping it was a dream and trying to wake myself up quickly.

Standing around the container where I was, there were several people in white coats, dressed like scientists who would appear in a movie, each doing what they were doing. At this time, I kept struggling based on instinct, trying to get rid of the shackles on my body. I knew it was useless, but in the process, I happened to meet eyes with one of the personnel. We looked at each other for a few seconds and he turned his head and trotted out of this space. Soon, he came back with another person in a white coat, who appeared to be a woman in appearance, with short bright orange hair. She took small steps to the front of the container where I was, looked up at me, and at the few pieces of information she was holding in her hand, then said something to the person standing beside her, then turned and left.

Afterwards, the person who had just talked to him gestured to the others, and each of them began to move, operating some instruments that I couldn't understand. For me who don't know what will happen next, all these behaviors are fueling the fear in my heart. At this moment, the only thought in my mind is to get out of this ghost place, and I struggle harder to get my arms and legs out However, no matter how hard I tried, the situation did not improve, and the result was a waste of effort.

After a while, a person who was originally sitting on a chair and operating the instrument stood up and gestured "OK" to others, and then another person walked up to the front of my container and took out the container from his pocket. A thing that looks like a remote control, with only two buttons, one red and one green. After a group of people nodded to each other, the green button was pressed. In an instant, the sound of the machine running came from above the head. I looked up and saw a few black tubes protruding from the top of the container, slowly approaching me, and all the tubes had sharp needles at their ends. Seeing this scene, I seem to be able to predict what will happen next. Fear or fear is not enough to describe my mood at this moment. Even a month's advance of physical strength for a small body will not help. After all, it is a trade of strength for despair.

Seeing the tubes above getting closer and closer, I had no choice but to accept it, and just when these tubes were about to hit the top of my head, they circled behind me as if suddenly alive, Out of my sight. Suddenly, the pain of being pierced by many sharp objects and being injected with something came from my back. The severe pain forced me to scream, but my mouth was blocked by the oxygen tube, and I was in the liquid. So there is no sound, but from the slight mirror reflection on the surface of the container, I can see the tubes protruding from my back and connecting to the top of the container, and my face distorted by pain.

The whole process took a lot longer than I expected, and the feeling on the back also changed from pain to numbness at the beginning, did you get used to it? Just as I was thinking this way, a new change occurred, my body slowly began to heat up, accompanied by a new strange feeling from the soles of my feet, and quickly spread to the whole body. At this time, the restraints on my hands and feet were suddenly loosened, but before I could feel the joy of liberating my limbs, the sudden dizziness and strong nausea attacked me, like a cold, but it was different. At this time, I began to notice it. There was a strange change on my body. There were light blue marks on the two arms, which looked like birthmarks, and they were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but they stopped when they were about to spread to the lower arms. What followed was a strong itching sensation. I tried to stop the itching by scratching, but it got worse. At the same time, the same symptoms appeared on my ears, waist and legs, and I didn’t care about scratching myself. I scratched the itchy parts of my body like crazy, the extremely itchy but helpless feeling made me on the verge of collapse, even so, all the people around the container just looked at it blankly, as if All this is within their expectations.

After a while, the itching gradually subsided, and I finally had time to take a breath, but the situation changed again in the next second. The light blue mark that originally looked like a birthmark became very smooth, and it felt strange to the touch. touch. This is... scales? The neat fan-shaped scales are arranged together. These are the scales of fish. Why do I grow fish scales on my body? While I was still observing the scales on my arms, I suddenly felt a strong discomfort in my lower legs, just like the muscle soreness caused by the next day after intense exercise, but it was more exaggerated than that. I tried to push my legs hard. Stretching to relieve discomfort, but a strange thing happened, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t straighten my legs. I looked down at my legs, and the bones of both legs seemed to have turned into cartilage. The natural way is distorted, and I don't know when, the thighs that were subconsciously joined just now seem to be glued together and cannot be separated. I panicked and wanted to use my hands to separate the legs, but I couldn't find the two thighs. The two thighs that were originally close together have merged into a whole, and the dividing line in the middle has disappeared without a trace.

While horrified I looked at my still-unfused calf and ankle and saw that my toes had become horrific, translucent membranes had grown between the toes, and the arches had disappeared and had become horribly shaped. Flat, the original soles of the feet and the lower legs merged into a seamless whole, and a spider web-like skin-colored tissue was formed between the upper lower legs, and gradually extended towards each other, and the moment they touched each other, The lower legs on both sides are attracted to each other like the two poles of a magnet. Just after the skin of the two legs is completely attached, the gap between the legs is filled with the mysterious skin-colored tissue in the blink of an eye. With strength, I can only watch the part of my calf being fused and become a whole.

Since everything that is happening right now is beyond my own cognition, I want to try to convince myself that I am dreaming and I will wake up after a while, but the sense of change from my body keeps telling me that this is reality. It didn't take long, because my brain couldn't handle the overload of information, my vision gradually blurred, my eyelids became heavy, and before I lost consciousness, my mind was still filled with many terrible conjectures... I would become a monster ..?

I don’t know how long after that, I woke up again, my head was heavy, I couldn’t remember what happened before this, because the environment was dark, and I was still in a trance after I just woke up, so I couldn’t see clearly for a while. My surroundings, but I can feel that I don't have any clothes on my body, and judging from the rough touch from under my body, it should be a concrete floor. Where is this? The stimulation from the cold concrete floor quickly brought my consciousness back to the level where I can think normally, and I immediately recalled the scene of being kidnapped on the way home from school, which is why I was brought here. At present, there seems to be no one else around, and I must escape from here now, but my body is still full of exhaustion and powerlessness. I tried to support myself with my hands to stand up, but the legs below were like Being tied together usually makes me unable to exert strength, which makes me lose my balance and fall to the ground. Was it tied up by something? I lay down on the ground and stretched out my hands on my legs, looking for something like a rope, but when my fingers touched my thighs, the feeling of touch was not what the skin should feel, it was slippery, accompanied by a certain texture ,How is this going? After some random groping, I found nothing except that my legs felt different from usual. My legs were not bound by ropes or anything else, but they were uncontrollably joined together, and I felt It's not the same as usual, there is a weird feeling of not being able to distinguish the left leg from the right leg. I turned over vigorously so that I could confirm with my eyes, and my eyes gradually adapted to the brightness of the environment. When I finally saw the situation clearly, the rational line in my brain seemed to be torn off by the scene in front of me at the same time.

Is this...my body? I stared wide-eyed at my lower body. The place where my legs should have been was gone, replaced by a long, thick, water-blue fishtail. My eyes slowly moved up along the caudal fin. The connection between the tail and the navel looked very natural, as if the tail had grown on me, but I had no impression that I had such a thing on my body. I tried to use the way I used to control my legs to make them move, and sent instructions from my brain to lift my legs and move left and right, but the fish tail under me just flicked awkwardly a few times, and the overload of information almost made me faint again. Do your best to keep calm...

...Haha, it must be a professional prop costume, it's really funny. Trying to calm my emotions so that I don't think too much, I want to prove that the fishtail on my leg is just a costume, and observe the situation again. I timidly put a hand on where my thigh should have been. The touch from the palm was the same as what I touched when I just woke up. It was soft like skin, but it had fish scales. It has a similar texture, and the touched part can clearly feel the cold feeling from the palm, and there is no expected feeling of being separated by a layer of clothing. Unwilling to give up, I tried to use my thumb and index finger to pinch the "fish tail" on my thigh to see if I could separate the costume from the skin underneath, but no matter how I twisted it, it felt like I was pinching my real thigh , does nothing but feel pain. Can it fit to such an extent? The current technology is really amazing. Still persuading himself to keep calm, he tried to find a place where he could take off the leather cover in other parts of his body. First use your nails to lightly pick the place where your waist connects with the fishtail to see if you can open a hole...no; touch the back of your neck to see if there is any hidden zipper..... .No; squeezed his cheeks to see if he was dreaming...it wasn't.

As time passed, he still couldn't find any evidence that he was wearing a costume on his body. And in the process, what happened when I woke up last time slowly emerged in my mind, the blurred memory fragments gradually became clear, and I looked down at the fish tail below me, and I could no longer think of any reason to deceive I kept my mind and tried my best to suppress my emotions. After all, I lost control. Tears rolled down the corners of my eyes. I didn't have any props and costumes on my body. I really became a mermaid.

Just as I was swallowed by despair and lay curled up on the ground, people's footsteps and conversations could be faintly heard above my head. Not long after, the space was suddenly lit up, stinging my eyes that couldn't accept the bright light for a while. After a short period of adaptation, I began to see my surroundings a little more clearly. It was a small space with four walls of limestone and various piles of sundries. There were no windows or doors. The only exit was a staircase leading to the top. It was locked underground.

The footsteps and human voices that I heard before became louder and louder. After a while, I saw the owners of the voices. They were two men who felt completely different from each other. One of them looks to be in his twenties, with a flirtatious appearance, sloppy clothes, and a normal-looking young man with a cigarette in his mouth; A very serious middle-aged man. The two of them slowly walked up to me, less than one meter away from me, the middle-aged man and I made eye contact, after a brief exchange of eyes, he made a gesture to the young man beside him. Winking, then turned around and walked up the stairs to leave.

I was left alone in the space with the young man in front of me. He spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, stomped it out, walked in front of me and squatted down, and began to look at my body carefully, but I was unable to move because of fear.

"Oh~ It's rare to have a good-looking experimental product, and I think it can be sold for a good price."

Is the finished product of the experiment talking about me? why me? What does sell mean?

"The ones that were sent back a while ago were all rotten goods that could only be sold at a low price. Do those guys know how hard it is to bring these experimental subjects over here in a deceptive way, really."

A while ago? Were those missing female students kidnapped by you? Have they become what they are now?

The words I want to say are squeezed in my throat, just when I am about to blurt out,

"Ah... ah... um..."

Huh? what happened? I squeezed the muscles in my throat.

"Uh uh... ah... ah..."

Why can't I speak? As if he forgot how to speak, no matter how hard he tried, he could only make a weak moan.

"I remember it was placed here... Hey, there it is."

The man pulled out an iron chain from a nearby pile of debris, with a solid-looking metal ring attached to one end. He took out a key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole on the metal ring and turned it a few times, and then the metal ring was opened like handcuffs.

"Okay, be honest with me."

Before he finished speaking, he quickly rushed over and pressed me under him, as if he didn't want to give me room to resist. He skillfully pressed my hands on the ground with his legs, then sat on me, and put The opened metal looped around the back of my neck, and then closed again, like putting a collar on a pet, but his movements were very fast and neat, as if he had done it countless times. Afterwards, he stood up, grabbed the chain and pulled it up vigorously. I had no strength to resist, and I was lifted up like a puppet. Because the collar was against the upper part of my throat, it made it difficult for me to breathe, and my body instinctively began to Struggling, but my legs turned into flailing fishtails, and I grabbed the collar with both hands and pulled down, trying to gain some breathing space.

"Okay, don't move around! Save your energy! If you look too bad at tomorrow's auction, it will affect your appearance!"

The man said impatiently, and when he was told that his future was going to be auctioned off, a sense of despair pressed heavily on his face again, distorting my expression, tears flowed out uncontrollably, and my body began to tremble uncontrollably. I suddenly felt a warm feeling down below, and I immediately realized what was going on down there.

"Hahaha, after doing so many votes, it's the first time I've seen someone who was scared and incontinent!"

The man laughed while holding the iron chain in one hand. At this time, I couldn't see my genitals, but I could feel what was going on below.

"Hey... hey..."

I was really ashamed to the extreme, but there was nothing I could do about it. I just let myself be incontinent in front of others, and the expression of the man who saw this scene changed from a big laugh to a wicked smile.

"Anyway, it will be someone else's property sooner or later, and we didn't confiscate much of the money. Since it is deposited with me now, it shouldn't matter if you use it for a while, right?"

use? What is he trying to do with me?

"I've wanted to try the feeling of being with a mermaid for a long time. This time, the quality of the target is so good. It's really a big profit."

Do? When I heard this, I immediately understood the intention of the man in front of me.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!"

Regardless of whether it was useful or not, I began to hysterically tugged on the chain and struggled to break free from his control, but these actions seemed to excite him instead.

"It seems that I can understand what I say. I really look forward to it more and more, so it's not too late!"

He let go of the chain, walked to the side of the pile of debris and bent over to search for something, while I finally had time to catch my breath and breathed heavily. And while he was still rummaging for things, I was frightened by my desire to survive, propped up my body with both hands, and crawled to the stairs in a prostrate manner. Now that I have no legs, I can only swing vigorously. It's useless, the speed is too slow, and the strength is exhausted quickly.

"It seems that this is the only one that works."

He took out a bundle of mattresses from the debris pile, turned his head to look at me who was trying to escape, and then continued with the work indifferently, spreading out the mattresses and putting them aside.

"Although it's old and not very clean, it's at least better than leaving nothing behind. It would be a big loss if you were scratched by the concrete floor~. I mean, don't you really think you have a chance to escape?" Should I go out? I advise you to be more honest, and don’t waste your efforts.”

After speaking, he walked towards me, grabbed my arms roughly, pulled me up from the ground and threw me onto the mattress next to me.

"Oh~ it's already wet like this, it's really convenient to save even the foreplay, so just come here~!"

With an excited expression on his face, the man quickly took off his clothes, revealing his fully congested and erect thick penis.

I know that I am about to be violated, but I can't do anything. How can my strength match this person in front of me? Do I want to escape? If I still have two legs instead of a fish tail, then there is some hope. When I came back to my senses, I was already pressed under that man, and my pussy was constantly being rubbed by his thick penis. The continuous stimulation made my thinking ability drop a lot. The first time I saw a man's penis with my own eyes, can this thing really enter my body? Faced with the fear of being penetrated at any time, I seem to still hold a faint hope in my heart at this time, hoping that just before he penetrates, someone will rush in to stop all this and rescue me from here Go, or it's really just a nightmare, and he'll wake up in bed at home before he can penetrate, and go on living a normal day. I closed my eyes expecting either of these to happen....but sadly.

"Ugh...! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

There was a sudden tearing pain in my vagina, which made me arch my back. When I looked down, the man's thick penis had been completely buried in my vagina.

"Fuck~ This is so cool, I feel like I will ejaculate if I move it casually. Compared with ordinary human beings, it is really different."

The man maintained the posture after the insertion, and said with emotion.

"But don't underestimate me, I'm coming!"

He suddenly swung his waist back and forth vigorously, performing a thrusting motion.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!"

I had no experience in this area before, and the first time the target was a kidnapper, I was forced to accept the unbearable pain, and I could only groan weakly. I began to think about what mistakes I made in my previous life, which caused me to be forced to encounter these terrible things. I am just an ordinary person who wants to live an ordinary life. I have chosen the university I want to go to, and there are many other things. There are many things I want to do, and there are so many things I want to eat. Why do my parents stay abroad? Why do they only give birth to me as an only child? Do they know the situation of their daughter? If I had made more friends, at least someone who would accompany me home from school, wouldn't I be what I am now? As I thought about it, my tears couldn't stop flowing...why was it me...

"I can't bear it anymore, I'm going to shoot!"

The man accelerated the speed of thrusting, and not long after, he could feel a warm current pouring into his body. After ejaculating, he pulled his penis out of my vagina, and a small amount of semen flowed out of the opened hole along with it. I got creampie...would I get pregnant...? But I have become like this, is there any need to care about pregnancy or something? I looked down at the man, the penis was still erect, he didn't seem to want to end it,

"As expected of a mermaid's pussy, I think it will be addictive, why don't I save money and buy one from today~"

After all, he roughly turned me over and turned my back to him, then grabbed my tail fin with one hand, lifted it up and pushed it forward, and then grabbed the iron chain connected to the collar with the other hand and pulled it hard. My body was bent into a C shape, and the pussy that was originally pressed under me was now raised to the height parallel to the man's waist.

"Get ready for the second round~! It would be a pity not to take the opportunity to enjoy such an easy-to-use meat toilet a few more times, please be honest!"

The man put his penis against the opening of the vagina, rubbed it up and down a few times with the front end, and suddenly inserted it into my vagina again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!"

The man made a violent thrusting action again. Although it was the second time, it still hurt very much. Every time I pulled out and inserted again, I screamed in pain. Is sexual intercourse so painful?

"It's not good, this little hole, I really like it so much, I'm really reluctant to think that I have to send it away tomorrow, so let's have fun now!"

The man intensified the force, and the thrusting became more intense, the skin collided and made a lustful collision sound, and the body fluid sprayed out during the process gave off an obscene smell, filling the entire space. I was strangled by the collar and had difficulty breathing, and I began to suffer from hypoxia symptoms, unable to think normally, and my vision began to blur at times, but the lower body that was brutally violated forced me to maintain consciousness.

"No, I really can't help it anymore, let's shoot the last shot!"

Accompanied by a low growl, the man made a final sprint, and his arms tightened the collar even more. The strong suffocation made me unable to groan, and I spent all my energy on breathing. After a while , the man firmly grasped my fish tail, pushed the penis into the deepest part, and the semen was poured into the uterus again. The strong stimulation accompanied by the lack of oxygen made my body twitch crazily, and it was not surprising when I fainted.

"Phew, I'm so exhausted, I'm really satisfied. By the way, this thing shouldn't be pregnant, right? Although it's too late."

The man jerked his penis out and the excess cum poured out of my pussy, then he let go of the chain and threw me aside, then lit a cigarette and started smoking. Finally able to breathe normally, I sucked in oxygen. I almost died here, my private parts were still convulsing, and the semen mixed with my body fluids was still slowly flowing out of the hole.

Looking at the man smoking a cigarette in front of him, and then looking at his current appearance, the fish tail twitching with his body convulsions, the scratches on his waist, and his little hole that was crazily invaded. When I thought that not long ago, I was still lying in the warm bed watching TV dramas, living a peaceful life, and suddenly turned into this absurd appearance now, what happened to me?

"Ah... ah... woo woo woo..."

The more I thought about it, the more sad I was, covering my face and crying again, although the tears had already dried up.

"Hey, it's so noisy! There's nothing to cry about, I'm not bad, you just treat it as a practice for you! Compared to this, you should pray that the guy who buys you back tomorrow won't be crazy, otherwise I will But I don't know what kind of weird tricks those ghostly rich people will use on you."

After finishing speaking, the man threw away the half of the cigarette butt between his fingers, stamped it out, turned and walked towards the stairs.

After listening to this passage, knowing what kind of fate awaited me, and seeing the back of the man slowly leaving, I realized at this moment that the man in front of me might be my last hope for salvation. If you leave, you are really finished. I used up the remaining strength in my body to prop up my upper body, and tried to recall the way I used to speak with the vocal cords in my throat. I matched my mouth shape and tongue, and tried my best to squeeze out the sound from my mouth.

"Save.....save... woo me..."

Can I just be sold? Can I still turn back into a human? I don't want to live like this, I want to go home, please save me...! !

Even though he tried his best, the sound that came out of his mouth was still pitifully small, but it seemed to be enough to reach the man's ears. He stopped the steps that were about to step on the stairs, looked back at me, and frowned said,

"Ah? Save you? Who do you think brought you here? Please forgive me, you are very pitiful, but I am just a commoner who takes money to do things, and I have no ability to fight against those big families , at best, make sure you don’t die here, let’s just ask for more blessings.”

After leaving this passage, the man waved his hand, turned his head, walked up the stairs, and left. Seeing that his last efforts could not be answered, the remaining hope finally disappeared, leaving only endless despair.

I have done everything I can, but the ending has not changed. The days I lived as a human being are meaningless. I will carry this body and live as someone else’s toy until the body and mind can no longer bear it. The world disappears as if it never existed. No longer able to do anything, I curled up on the dirty and thin sheets, slowly accepting the reality and the gloomy future that awaited me with no end in sight.

[metamorphosisoceanus]

The Swimming Suit (Mermaid TF)

You know how you're always complaining that your swimsuit goes to pieces in chlorine?" asked Crysta on morning. "Sure. Material just can't handle swimming pools," replied her roommate Rita. "Why?" "There's a swimsuit company looking for a model. They're claiming theirs are the most comfortable suits ever. Fit like a second skin ... so they say." "What's this have to do with chlorine?" Rita was an out-of-work model and any job would be worth going for. "Seems they actually have swimsuit which heals itself somehow. Neat, huh?" "Yah. Gimmee the paper. I need to find out where and ..."

She was interrupted when Crysta slid the neatly clipped article across the table. With hardly time to eat breakfast, Rita grabbed a quick sandwich and headed for her car. She decided to park a few blocks away, in case they held the poor old beast against her. When she arrived, the place looked somewhat disreputable, run-down, not at all what she had in mind. Still, a job's a job.

A bored looking secretary intercepted her with "Another model?" "Uh-huh. Where -" "Upstairs, third level. Marked 'Lab'."

She walked the stairs (the elevator was broken anyway. After a few minutes of searching, the "Lab" (written on a piece of paper and taped to the glass) became apparent at the end of a cross-corridor. Rather than the expected horde of competitors, there was only one and she was on her way out.

"Weird. Too weird for me," she shook her head as she breezed past.

Rita knocked on the door and was let in by a worried looking fellow in a white lab coat (well, what else would they wear in labs?).

"You here about the modelling job?" he asked breathlessly. "Pay is $500 for the whole day. We might have to go into the evening. You'll get lunch and supper if we go that long." "Okay. Let's do it." "You haven't seen our swimsuits. All the others decided our suits weren't - um - suitable." He smiled wanly, clearly expecting her to leave, too. "I'll take the contract. Where's the photographer?" "You'll be scanned for a holo-segment on the Internet. When our site is up, that is. It's all built into the stage over there."

Rita wondered somewhat. She'd never heard of anything like a holo-segment but then who could keep up with the changes on the Internet anyway. At her unspoken question, he pointed to a change room. Inside, was a collection of swimsuits: bikinis, strings, tanktops, anything imaginable. After putting each one on and strutting her stuff on the stage, she returned to the change room to find the next one. Each went on very loose and tightened to her body. They even seemed to mould her somewhat enhancing her natural curves.

"How do they do that moulding trick?" asked Rita after on stage strut. "Moulding trick? They contain nanites - microscopic robots. The robots rebuild the fabric to fit you." "But they almost seem to change me, too. That's not possible, is it?" "They merely strengthen the swimsuit to pull you into shape."

The suits would sell millions. She shrugged and returned to the change room only to emerge as suddenly carrying the strangest looking silver swimsuit.

"A mermaid?" she asked. "No one would buy such a thing." "Very true. But it's a good marketing ploy. Don't you think?" "But I'll never get into the thing. The feet are too narrow by half. There's no place for my heels either. The fins will make it impossible to get out to the stage ..." "When you get it on, call me and I'll have someone help you to the stage. You will fit the costume. The nanites, remember."

Rita hadn't but she decided to try the costume anyway. It was a struggle to get into costume even though the costume started extremely loose. Within a few minutes, it had tightened to her body from neck to toes. A few minutes more and Rita felt a tickling sensation at her hips, back and calves. The tickling proceeded down her calves and into her feet. When it stopped, Rita found herself in a very well fitting mermaid costume. Her call brought a large assistant with a gurney. Soon, she was on the stage again. Reclining seductively like she thought a mermaid might, she put on as much of a modelling show as she could. Finally, her employer was satisfied and she was carted back to the change room. She stripped the hot costume only to make another discovery.

"Damn you and your nanites," Rita screamed. "They didn't change me back!"

Source: https://kemono.party/patreon/user/3858540/post/46417412

[metamorphosisoceanus]

Metamorphosis Project (Beluga TF)

Vivenne arrived with the others in a National Work Placement van. They waited for only a few minutes before being led into a small theatre. The holovid told Vivienne nothing that she didn’t already know. The current government policies on unemployables was strict and, as a result, there were no homeless left anywhere and a job was a right and, hence a requirement.

After the holovid, a small huddle of human lawyers appeared from a side door and, one by one, they took each of the people in the holovid theatre into separate alcoves. Here, they explained in great and unnecessary detail the requirements for work and the person was presented a touch pad to place their hand upon. Technically, of course, they could refuse the offering but it made no sense to do so. The computers had pre-selected each of the unemployed based upon their known preferences. Second and third choices would likely be less appealing than the first one.

“And that’s the last of it, Ms. Brodeur,” said the lawyer as she took Vivienne’s the touch pad she had just placed her palm print upon and handed it to one of the ubiquitous robots. It scurried off to upload it someplace. It was those robots that had left Vivienne unemployed. She’d never enjoyed school and had quit early. Some managed to establish themselves quickly enough by starting a business or working with a relative. Vivienne wasn’t that type. She really didn’t feel motivated to do any work that the government mandated as useful and lacked the artistic skill to make her way in that vocation either. With the cleaning of the streets in the late 2050s, the homeless were scooped up and ‘treated’. Those that could rejoin society were allowed to. Those that could not or would not, were given useful tasks to perform for society. There were just too many people on Earth to allow for unproductive members (according to the current ruling party).

So that left Vivienne in her current predicament. One of the jobs that no one wanted but could not (as yet) be taught to a robot was this one. Though zoos had been banned in the late 2080s except as research and conservation centres, this one promised something different. She didn’t know how someone with no education past high school could help out at a zoo but the alternatives were few and it would likely be more interesting than some of the others options she had facing her.

She arrived the next day at the entrance to the zoo, her small bag in hand. Like most of the “sweepings”, she had little. She knew better than to try to run. The security cameras and ever watching computers would have her captured and brought here in less than an hour anyway. The robot that met her at the zoo’s security station led her across the yard and into a long building. It led her quietly down a long corridor with blackened wall-sized windows at intervals. Beside each window was a large metal door with a huge wheel at its centre. Clearly there was something in the room that could not be released. After what seemed an impossibly long time and after having passed more of the strange rooms than she could count, the robot stopped in front of an open door. She followed it inside and discovered a strange bed at the room’s centre. The bed looked like some kind of hospital bed but it was longer than any bed she’d ever seen. The room looked sterile in a way that was slightly scary.

A trio of robots stood by the bed and the robot that led her into the room turned and left. Behind her the door clanged shut with a noise like the submarine hatches on the warfare movies her dad had loved to watch before he’d died. She turned her head to watch as the wheel spun several times and then stopped. She was sealed in the room with the robots.

She waited.

One of the robots, after several minutes, rolled over and grabbed both her wrists. She had no choice but to follow. It and a second of the robots lifted her onto the bed and shackled her in place. Despite her protests, the robots soon had her trussed, hands, legs and waist, unable to move at all. Without a word, the robots stripped her by the simple expedient of cutting her dress and undergarments in shreds. She heard the whirr of at least two of the cleaning robots pick up the clothing shreds. The third robot that Vivienne recognised as a medical robot efficiently inserted a needle in her arm and connected her to some kind of fluid bag. A clear fluid began to drip into a line into her arm. A second smaller bag was attached to a branch in the line and Vivienne watched as a strange bluish fluid flowed down the line and into her arm.

What had she gotten herself in for? She was supposed to be working at a zoo. What was all this about? How could lying, trussed up on a bed and naked, have anything to do with that? She tried to thrash about but discovered the bed was now emitting some kind of field that prevented her from moving more than her head and neck. She heard two of the robots returned to alcoves in the wall while the medical robot one stayed close, monitoring her for who knew what.

After the bluish fluid had finished flowing, the medical robot switched it for a line coming from the ceiling. She watched as the main line switched from a clear fluid to a dark opaque fluid. A strange warmth spread throughout her body. Overhead, a device dropped from the ceiling until it was a meter above her. A series of red lines began to pass over her at regular intervals from head to toe. After several minutes, she felt a twisting in her hips and it felt like something at the base of her spine had broken or popped free. Over the next few minutes, she felt a strange appendage snake its way between her legs. The odd thing was that she could not only feel the appendage where it touched the legs. There was the confusing sensation of feeling her legs from the appendage itself. Finally the thing, whatever it was, stopped growing. It was now longer than her legs by a meter. Finally the penny dropped in her mind. She’d just grown a tail. She wondered if she could move the thing but the field prevented any movement.

After a few minutes, she felt the thing start to expand like a slowly inflating balloon between her legs. After a minute or so, she felt the shackles on her ankles and thighs release as her legs were forced apart by the grown of the tail. She lifted her head to investigate but couldn’t see anything. After a few minutes more, she tried again and discovered a whitish tail between her legs. She couldn’t be sure but she felt her legs were shrinking. That couldn’t be happening, could it? She laid back again as there was no way she could keep her head at that uncomfortable angle long. The strange sensations from her hips, legs and her new tail continued.

After several minutes to let the muscles in her neck relax, she lifted her head again. Her legs were now free of the shackles but hung uselessly to her sides. In the centre, the whitish tail was now nearly as wide as her hips and longer than her legs had original been. The tail was clearly part of her but she had no idea what the purpose of the thing might be. She watched it closely but it didn’t appear to change while she watched. Once again she let her head drop down onto the bed.

The next time she looked, her legs were little more than stubs and her feet seemed to be flattening and widening. The white tail was now considerably wider than her hips and looked blubbery. The tip was slightly darker in colour and was starting to widen. What were they doing to her?

The next time she checked, there could be no doubt. Her feet were now flippers at the sides of a huge body. The tail was considerably wider than her hips had been and she definitely had a tail fluke. Since it was flat, she decided it was some kind of dolphin tail rather than a fish tail. So they’d made her into a mermaid of some sort. No wonder she didn’t need any special education for the position. She wasn’t a keeper, or even an assistant. She was the exhibit!

Before she could check again, the medical robot rolled up and disconnected the lines from her arm. It moved back slightly and let the scanning lines move along her entire body several times.

“Excellent, Ms. Brodeur,” a voice came from a wall speaker. “You’ve made the metamorphosis successfully.”

“I don’t understand,” she protested, still unable to move anything more than her head.

“Zoos for viewing have been banned. People still want to see animals so we are giving them those animals in a new way. You’ve become a mermaid of sorts. Your tail is a Delphinapterus leucas and you’ll be joining our Arctic exhibit as soon as you are trained.”

“A what?”

“Beluga whale. A species of dolphin actually.”

“But I’ll freeze!” she protested.

“We’ve made changes throughout your body to prevent that. I’ll get the porters to move you to the training centre.”

“But …”

A click announced the connection had been dropped. Sides came up on the bed until they were about a meter high. The shackles that held her arms and waist disconnected and slid into receptacles at the side of the bed. A stream of cold water came from the ceiling until she found herself floating. It tasted salty. She still couldn’t move her body but was now getting some feeling back in her arms. The pair of robots that had lashed her to the bed now connected to the front and back of the bed. She found herself moved along another corridor. Several minutes later they arrived in a huge building. The bed was driven down a ramp and Vivienne found herself floating off the bed. Once she was free of the bed, the porter robots pulled the bed from the water and left the area. Vivienne rolled over and discovered she was in some kind of pool. Within minutes, the feeling returned to her body and tail. She moved the tail listlessly. She was strangely tired and partially beached herself on the ramp and slept without thinking about the fact that she could use an appendage she’d not been born with so easily.

In the morning, she was met by a man with a tray of food. He was in some kind of uniform with an animal patch. Clearly, a zookeeper. She found herself extremely hungry and finished in half her usual time.

“You’re eating for a much larger body now,” he commented as he returned with a second tray. “We have to keep your diet balanced for your new form.”

It was only then she noticed that the food wasn’t anything she recognised. The flavour, now that she thought about it, was slightly fishy. She frowned.

“You’re intestinal tract is more familiar with fish and seafood than human food. You’ll get used to your new fare.”

She was beginning to regret not following her Dad’s advice to get a trade instead of skipping school. She wondered what had happened to the others in her group that had spent many afternoons in the park or harassing people instead of in classrooms. She decided that she’d best learn this new body. They weren’t going to change her back any time soon (if at all). Her tail felt stiff and didn’t work very well. It took several days before she had full control over it. She began to swim the lengths of the pool as fast as she could to build stamina. She’d never been one for physical activity either. Something now drove her, a motivation that had been implanted along with the change of body. Her new body wasn’t really designed for speed. The blubber that protected her from the cold water (it still amazed her that the wall thermometer read 4º C) made swimming at high speed exhausting. Though she could swim far faster than anyone on land could walk or run, it was only for short distances. She could swim for hours, though, faster than most people could walk. The pool she was in was fairly deep (at least 10 meters) and she found she enjoyed swimming around at depth for 15 minutes at a time. She tried to stay down as long as she could and discovered she could stay underwater for 25 minutes!

She discovered she could make all kinds of sounds underwater, too. For several days, she amused herself by singing underwater. One day, she heard a low rumbling from across the pool. Since this was something new, she quickly swam over to investigate. She discovered an opening in the wall maybe 2 meters wide. Curiosity warred with caution in her mind. In the end, she decided to explore. After all, they weren’t going to harm her after having made her into a fat little mermaid for their zoo.

The tube ended on the side of huge aquarium. She couldn’t see the far side of it and even the echolocation she’d discovered while singing underwater couldn’t resolve the opposite side. As soon as she moved from the end of the tube an iris noisily closed the opening. She explored the aquarium. Several fish and other marine creatures made their homes a hundred meters down. She was alone in this huge space. A thought came to her mind. “What exactly was she to do in here?”

She spent several days exploring and getting used to the aquarium. She discovered that there were slight differences in the texture of the glass walls of the aquarium. Where the glass of the sides was smooth, she discovered a viewport. By shadowing the surface, she could get a view of the outside. There were rows of seating and, beyond, dimly lit corridors. Obviously, it was a viewing area for the aquarium. She was on display and completely nude! She blushed as well as her new body allowed. She couldn’t just swim about this way, could she? She needed to find clothes or something! There was nothing in the aquarium that could be used. She tried to find a place to hide but because the tank was a huge cylinder, there was no side that didn’t hold one or more of the viewing areas.

Mentally sighing, she decided that she could do nothing so she contented herself with swimming about. A few days later, another somewhat confused young woman joined her. She showed Caroline around and they soon developed a language of sorts to communicate underwater. Every few days, another beluga mermaid or merman would join the pod. Vivienne and her pod mates soon tired of just swimming and began to perform tricks for the unseen visitors in the viewing galleries. At least it was something to do besides simply being bored and swimming about. Vivienne discovered a talent for composing whale song and was soon leading underwater choruses with her pod mates. She felt an overwhelming sadness for a few days. Too bad she hadn’t realised she had this talent in school. She might have been a composer or musician. They were always in demand to entertain people.

The mood passed in a few days, though. After all, a mere composer or musician wouldn’t have had the range she and her pod mates could produce with their voices. Perhaps being a beluga mermaid wasn’t so bad after all.

[metamorphosisoceanus]

Metamorphosis Project - Coelacanth (Mermaid TF)

Caoimhe had tried to run from the National Work Placement. She’d thought that she’d be able to make it in the wilds somehow. Unfortunately, in an overcrowded world, there just weren’t any real “wilds” any longer. The back country of the Rockies was as heavily patrolled by the surveillance bots as any city. It was only a few weeks before she was scooped up by a patrol and deposited in a holding cell. Since she was now deemed a flight risk, it was determined she’d have to stay in the cell until the next transport to the centre.

Caoimhe found herself in the spartan rear of the van with a collection of others who’d neglected their education and now, in a world that demanded everyone have job, was to be assigned a permanent task. The van emptied its contents at the entrance to a strange building. The gateway looked like some kind of zoo but Caoimhe knew that was impossible. There were no zoos any longer. Just conservation parks and ecological research centres. The group was quickly and efficiently herded into a holovid theatre and shown a presentation that Caoimhe did her best to ignore.

Finally, with the holovid over, she found herself facing a human lawyer (yes such things still existed in this over-roboticized world). With little preamble, the lawyer, who didn’t even introduce himself, presented an electronic tablet. Without reading the contract, she let it scan her palm. After all, she had no choice anyway.

A robot detached itself from a small collection of similar robots. It was clearly a security robot and Caoimhe, having dealt with them before, knew better than to attempt escape. A long boring march down a corridor with black glass windows interleaved with huge metal doors seemed to take forever. The robot stopped by an open door and Caoimhe entered the room. Behind her, the huge door swung shut and she heard the wheel in its centre turn several times. Ahead of her a trio of robots stood by some kind of hospital bed. Nothing like the ones she’d spent days in after being rescued from the wilds, this one had all kinds of attachments.

A pair of the trio rolled over to her, silently grabbed her her arms and legs and lifted her bodily onto the bed. Several clamps quickly pinned her to the bed by arms, wrists, legs and ankles. Her clothes were efficiently removed by cutters leaving her naked and unable to move. A tingle from the bed left her unable to move save for her head and neck. The third robot, clearly a medical robot, hooked her arms to IV lines. Both began to drip a clear fluid. From holovids, Caoimhe decided it was probably nothing more than saline. A small pouch was connected to a Y-port and soon a bluish fluid joined the saline into her left arm.

Another line from the ceiling was connected to a second Y-port on the IV line and a dark, opaque fluid was soon dripping into her right arm. Her entire body felt warm and oddly limp. Overhead some kind of scanner dropped from the ceiling and a series of red lines began to sweep her from head to foot and side to side. She tried to focus on the scanning pattern but it was dizzying and she soon gave up.

After only a few moments, she felt her hips shift. It felt odd, as if her hips had fallen apart or something. She felt an odd worm-like something thread it’s way between her legs. She wondered what could possibly have been attached to the base of her spine. Lifting her head, she discovered a greyish “worm” now lay between her legs. It was growing quickly. Within a few minutes it had grown from near her knees to practically her ankles. She had no idea what the strange “thing” was and she wasn’t sure she really wanted to know. In stubborn determination, she watched it grow.

Soon she realised her legs were feeling weak. Despite the field she attempted to move her right leg but, as expected, it couldn’t be moved. After ten minutes, though, Caoimhe was sure of it. Her legs were definitely shrinking. Thinner and definitely shorter, Caoimhe wished she’d watched the holovid instead of stubbornly looking away. Perhaps it had explained what was happening.

The strange worm stopped growing eventually and began to enlarge. After an hour or so, there was no doubt. It was some kind of fish. But no fish Caoimhe had ever caught or even seen. Huge armour-like scales covered the fish. It had strange lobes with the fins attached. Even stranger was that there were two pairs of these lobbed fins beneath her body. If they’d have been legs, she’d have been some kind of centaur instead of a strange mermaid. Her tail fin was strange as well. She’d seen and eaten enough fish to know what a fish tail ought to look like. This was a strangely divided appendage, though. A tiny fin in the centre with a huge scaled lobe on either side supporting more fins.

In fact, Caoimhe realised, all her fins had a muscular lobe that attached to her body. No fish could possibly look like this, she decided. So what kind of strange monster was she becoming? She’d given up watching the process after a while and only checked on the progress of her transformation periodically. She was startled when the medical robot rolled over and disconnected the IV lines.

She was finished, it seemed. Some kind of mermaid, definitely. The scanning lines continued for several more minutes then they, too, ceased.

“Ms. Dogherty,” a voice announced from a wall speaker. “You have completed your transformation.” “But what am I?” she demanded. “A living fossil, of sorts. A Coelacanth.” “A what?” “You didn’t take biology or ecology in high school then?” “Shit’s boring. Why bother?” “Regardless, you’ll be part of the oceanic exhibit soon enough.” “Exhibit?” “Yes. You and several like you have been assigned to a very special zoo. Visitors will come from all over to see you. Or more correctly, see the creatures you have been metamorphosed into.” “But that’s illegal! There are no zoos." “No zoos with animals but you are no animal.”

The bed’s sides slid upward and she found herself floating in salt water. She though to thrash about to protest but realised that might’t be a great idea because fish needed water. Glowering in her bed/tank she allowed herself to be rolled away by a pair of transport robots. These soon deposited her in a salt water pool. It wasn’t as deep as she’d have though.

“Are you hungry?” asked a woman’s voice. “No!” Caoimhe groused. Then thought second. “Uh, yes actually”

The woman, clearly a zookeeper, walked over to a pail and carried it over to the water. It was full of all kinds of things, uncooked things. Squid, octopus, small fish.

“I can’t eat that!” Protested Caoimhe. “Your new body requires it. You’d best get used to it.

It surprised Caoimhe to discover that her tastes had shifted along with her change in form. The food was delicious even if it was slimy and raw. She soon finished off the pail and felt tired. She swam inexpertly to the centre of the pool and tried to flip over onto her back. This proved more difficult than she thought it was. Her new body had a decided preference for what was up but she couldn’t breathe underwater could she?

“You have gills as well as lungs,” came the woman’s voice. “You’ll do fine underwater.”

Caoimhe gulped water, expecting to have to cough it out, but her lungs now had flaps that reflexively clamped shut. The water passed the length of her chest and exited at her hips. She was a fish, she decided. A real fish. She paddled about a bit and, suddenly overcome by tiredness, fell asleep still breathing the water.

The next days were spent learning her new body. She had more limbs now and they were part of the swimming process. Eventually, though, her coordination improved but her speed didn’t. She was definitely not a fast mermaid. It was far easier to just drift along and not worry about much of anything. After a week or so, she watched and heard as an iris in the side of her tank opened. Clearly she was to swim into it so she swam over and entered the tube. It was fairly long and turned several times. Finally, she arrived at a second open iris and swam into a huge tank. Warm seawater filled the tank and she couldn’t see the far side. There were others there, too. None quite like her but all mermaids and mermen. Each was different so clearly they didn’t want any hanky-panky and the resulting progeny. The little group grew day by day as another mermaid or merman with a brightly coloured tail was released through the iris.

Caoimhe, though, didn’t enjoy their company much. For some reason, she preferred to be alone much of the time. She’d never been much of a people person before her transformation and this definitely hadn’t changed. Just about the only time she joined the others was at feeding time when the keeper tossed her the food in her bucket. The rest of the time, she just drifted, not thinking a great deal, just being …

Source: https://kemono.party/patreon/user/3858540/post/53366998

[metamorphosisoceanus]

The Mermaid (TG/TF)

Conner always loved the water. Whenever he got a chance he would go surfing or just swim. But one day everything changed.

Conner was at school when he saw the announcement of a new transfer student. And into the class walked a girl that looked similar but also different to Conner. She introduced herself as Paige and sat down next to Conner. They just said a friendly hi before working.

Conner than got up to ask to go to the bathroom, and as he did his pant leg got stuck and was pulled up revealing the weird birthmark that Conner had on his leg.

He than heard Paige gasp before also asking to go to the restroom.

As Conner was walking, he saw Paige run by him then pull him into the unisex bathroom.

“What are you doing!” asked Conner.

“You are my sibling” said Paige in a surprised voice.

“What do you mean?” asked Conner now confused because he was an only child. Paige then showed him the back of her calf and the same exact birthmark was there besides a few details. She than gave him her note and told him to meet her at the location she texted him before running out of the school.

Conner was now very confused but he went to the location once school was done. It was a swimming pool. Paige then out of nowhere pushed him into the water.

Conner couldn’t even react before she jumped in.  The both were under the water now and he saw her scratch at her calf. The birth mark then peeled off and her legs morphed into a fish tail.

Conner then quickly swam to the stairs and got out. He than watched her write the same mark onto her tail with a marker she had and her tail turned back into legs.

“WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT” screamed Conner.

“Please calm down I can explain” said Paige in a calm voice she than grabbed his hand and they walked to the beach before sitting down. “I am a mermaid and so are you” said Paige. Conner just nodded his head thinking that this was a prank. “We are twins, and at birth our village got raided by an evil tribe of merfolk” said Paige before continuing “This may be hard to believe but you are my sister” she said.

Conner then screamed out loud “WHAT”.

Paige then pointed to his birthmark. “That is a rune. The one I have allows me to live on land for a day. You have a very advanced one that allows you to live on land forever and it disguises you. When our village got raided our father told our mother to take us and run but she lost you. You were then found by our grandma and she put that on you before swimming you to shore” said Paige.

“And how can I trust you” said Conner.

“The thing is you can’t, but you have to try.” said Paige before she walked into the water and removed the ruin. Conner watched as her legs turned back into a tail.

He than made up his mind and walked in. Paige then grabbed him and pulled him underneath the water before pointing at his birthmark. Conner now running out of air ripped it off and his legs turned into a blue tail. He could now breath and he heard clicks coming from Paige that he could oddly understand.

“Green means you’re a male, and blue means female” she than pointed at his waist.

Conner looked down and noticed it was ripped and flowing. He than grabbed his skin and pulled up in fear. When he opened his eyes he noticed long ginger hair floating around him. He than looked down and saw a good pair of breasts covered by some seaweed cloth.

Paige then pulled him to a mirror like object and pushed him in front of it.

“Your real name is Natalie and you are my sister.” said Paige.

Natalie then got a good look at herself. She looked similar to Paige, but Paige had blonde hair while she had ginger. Natalie also thought she was way more attractive but she kept that to herself.

Paige then grabbed her arm and swam. After what felt like hours, Natalie was shocked to see a underwater village full of kids playing in the streets and parents working on the crops.

“This is our home” said Paige, but Natalie was just happy that she finally had a family.

Story’s Author: https://www.deviantart.com/tudsyhuyegjyefh/art/The-mermaid-895997786

[metamorphosisoceanus]

Things the Grow Bump in the Night (TG PREG)

It was 100 year to the day since Katherine Langston had been murdered by her husband, like that night tonight was a dark and windy Halloween night. Charlie was a paranormal investigator who worked for a tabloid paper, he took his job seriously, and he had seen things that convinced him that ghosts really did exist. So here he was in this old deserted historical house, where sightings of Katherines ghost had been seen wandering the halls, and thumping on doors ever since her husband had killed her and her unborn child 100 years ago.

This was his third night in the house, so far nothing, it had been an utter disappointment, and now it was approaching 1am on the night of Halloween and Charlie was bored. He had decided that this whole thing was going to be a bust so he wandered up to the master bedroom to go to sleep, if anything did happen it would probably be there anyway, that’s where Katherine had been murdered. He had been granted permission to stay there by the local tourism authority who figured any mentions of ghosts would only improve the interest in the little northwest town in the mountains.

Charlie stripped down to his boxers and double checked the camera he had set up in the room, then shut off the light and crawled under the covers and closed his eyes. After a few minutes he dozed off, and was fast asleep, in fact he was sleeping quite well when the doorknob to the room turned, and the door opened and closed as if someone had entered the room, but no one could be seen on the tape later when it was reviewed, just the opening and closing of the door. Nor did the camera record the dream that Charlie was about to experience.

Charlie was in the room, standing in the corner, it looked much like it did now, but it was lit by Kerosene lanterns, and the bedspread was different, also there were two people in the room with him. He recognized them both from their pictures, one was an obviously pregnant Katherine Langston, and the other her husband Alfred. They were arguing loudly with each other, “How could you! You got another woman pregnant! You’ve disgraced us both you lech!” Katherine shouted at her husband. “Don’t you take that tone with me woman! I’m a man and I can do as I please, and you should know your place!” With that she slapped him and shouted “I’m leaving you to go back to my family, I should never have married you, you lying bastard! I’m getting a divorce and I will take all the money that my family has away from you!” With that she turned towards the door.

“No, no, he’s going to kill you!” Charlie said out loud, but the two seemed not to hear.Alfred’s face flashed with rage and he grabbed Katherine and threw her to the bed, “I’LL SEE YOU DEAD BEFORE YOU LEAVE ME WOMAN!” and his arms wrapped around her neck. “NO!” Charlie shouted, “NO I HAVE TO SAVE HER!” he said rushing forward but his hands went right through Alfred when he tried to grab him off of Katherine. “NO STOP I WILL DO ANYTHING TO SAVE HER! NOOOOOOO!” he shouted as woke in the bed and sat bolt upright covered in sweat.

Charlie was breathing heavily and his heart was racing, “Just a dream” he said to the room trying to calm himself, the darkness around him said nothing in return. The dream had felt so real, he could have sworn both of them were still in the room with him, he began to wonder if maybe the cameras had caught something while he slept. Then the floorboards in the corner of the room creaked as if someone had stepped on them, he turned to stare into the darkness, he could swear that there was a shape in the corner. “Hello?” he called out into the darkness, the floorboards creaked again and slowly Katherine Langston walked out of the corner wearing the same yellow nightgown he’d seen in the dream, her dark elegant hair falling down from her head, her blue eyes looking into his. Charlie sucked in a breath in fear, he scooted backwards against the headboard of the bed as she approached, as she passed a mirror she cast no reflection in it, then she sat on the side of the bed and turned her head towards him.

“You wanted to save me?” she asked in a calm voice, “uhhh, yes” Charlie said now beginning to think more clearly and realizing the significance of this encounter. “Holy shit, I’m talking to a real ghost! I’m going to be famous!” He thought, realizing the cameras were still running recording all of these events. “Thank you.” She said simply smiling and reaching her hand towards him, he reached his own hand out to meet her and her touch felt cold when their hands met. Then a warmth spread into his arm and she closed her eyes, Charlie noticed her image fade and she disappeared as a feeling of warmth spread down his arm into his body. He jumped back a bit when she disappeared, then said “Wait? Where did you go?” feeling disappointed that she had gone.

He switched on the lights and checked around the room for any evidence that she had been there and found none, “Check the cameras” he thought and he was moving towards the desk where his laptop was when he stopped in front of the mirror. He still felt the warm feeling all over his body, in fact it had grown more intense and he was just noticing it as he was so excited by his paranormal encounter to notice anything different. Now something about his appearance in the mirror seemed different, but he couldn’t place what it was, he looked over himself trying to figure it out. He was tall about six foot three, he was fairly pasty white from the nights he spent awake, he had brown eyes, a square face, he was a little pudgy in the stomach, and he had short brown hair. That was it, his hair seemed longer, that was what he noticed, but then the warm feeling began to grow more intense and he began to feel strange, nauseous, and something was not right.

Charlie Watched as his hair grew longer, he could now see it’s growing progress, “What the..” he said as he watched his body in the mirror. He noticed the bones in his body begin to ache, especially in his pelvis, and slowly he noticed he was shrinking, his hands becoming more delicate, and his face changing to become less broad and more feminin. His chest became sore and his nipples ached as he felt them with his hands, they began to grow larger and he noticed his chest hair falling off in his hands. A feeling of panic shot through him and he pulled his boxers off letting them land on the floor, and he immediately noticed his penis was shrinking. His pelvis felt painful and he winced as he felt it grow wider and his hips became more pronounced, he touched his receding manhood with his right hand, while his left became full at his chest with a growing breast.

His nipple grew more sensitive and he felt electric pleasure from it as he touched it, with his right hand he followed the tip of his penis as it shrank and moved up towards the top of his crotch, he moaned as the lips of his new opening formed. He felt his scrotum being pulled up inside of him, and his testicles felt odd, he watched in the mirror as they disappeared inside of him, and he noticed his Adam’s Apple had shrunk his body on the outside looked like that of a slender woman. “Ohhhhmmmn” he moaned as he felt the walls of his new vagina forming and the now ovaries being pulled up inside of him, he felt a uterus grow and balloon upward inside of his body, and his ovaries settle out to the sides of it. His now long auburn hair reached almost to his now round femenin butt, the nipples on his pert C-cup breasts now stood at attention in the cold air of the room. “Holy shit…” a feminin voice escaped Charlie’s throat, she now stood staring at herself in the mirror touching her new body still hardly able to believe what had just happened.

Charlie walked over to the bed and sat on it, her mind racing with thoughts, not wanting to believe what had just happened. She pinched herself, and ran her hands over her body touching her breasts, even probing the folds of her sex just to make sure it was real, “Fuck it’s real.” she said finally coming to the conclusion, that this was not a dream, and she was now a woman. Her eyes went to the laptop, she moved over and sat in the chair and opened it up, she opened the video file and rewound it, then played it, she saw the door open but no one enter the room, she saw herself, then still a man writhing in his sleep with the dream, then he watched his former self sit bolt upright and speak to the woman in the room. Only you couldn’t see her on the video, but you could hear her footsteps, then he saw the spot on the bed where she sat become depressed with her weight. Then she heard the voice of Katherine on the video, and her own voice answered back, then she watched her former self stand and turn on the light and check the room, then she watched her transformation happen all over again, only this time on video.

Charlie sat back in the chair and said “Holy shit” softly, still trying to process the fact that she was now a woman, and all the changes to her life that this would bring. She made sure the file was saved and clicked the cameras to begin recording again, maybe Katherine would come back again? She stood up and Walked over to the mirror again and began examining herself in it, she ran her hands along the curve of her hips and touched her breasts trying to get used to the alien sensations of her new features, “Ouch!” she winced as she felt a pinching sensation inside of her, the sensation changed to a cramping feeling inside of her abdomen, she put a hand on her belly and rubbed trying to get the feeling to go away. “Ohhh ahhh” she moaned as the cramping pressure increased and slowly filled the space within her womb, “Oh no! Oh no, no no no no!” she said panicked as the presence inside of her grew and the warm feeling that she felt when she had transformed returned.

She felt bloated as she felt her uterus begin to expand outwards and up filling her abdomen as it grew, her breasts began to feel tender and sensitive, she touched her nipples with her left hand and waves of pleasure washed over her. “Ohhhh” she moaned as hormones circulated through her blood making her feel hot and horny, she moved her hands down to her sex and probed inside with the fingers of one hand, feeling the folds within, while she began rubbing her clitoris with fingers on the other. Pleasure surged through her body as she worked her organs with her hands, the pressure in her abdomen increased and she watched in the mirror as her belly began to swell as her bulging uterus grew more and more. She worked her fingers faster and shrieked “Oh yes! Yes! Yes!” and brought herself to her first ever orgasm, she felt weak in the knees and went forward onto them she winced and she moved her left hand to touch her growing belly while the other still worked her clit. Her belly had now swelled to look as though she was six months pregnant and it continued to grow as she shrieked with another orgasm “OHHH!”

Her belly grew larger, her belly button popped out and she gasped as she felt the presence within her move, she stopped mastrubading and both of her hands clasped it. She felt little kicks from the life within as it grew past the eighth month mark. She looked at her breasts which were now swelling larger, the areola grew large and became dark, and she tugged on one of her nipples and a little milk leaked out of it. She stood up again and watched in the mirror as her pregnancy grew larger to around the nine month mark, she rubbed her lower back which was now sore from struggling to carry the sudden weight of her offspring. Still her body swelled, her belly distended farther and hung out comically with the enormity of the life within her, she felt it stop growing and she felt many sensations at the same time. She felt like she needed to pee, she felt stuffed and it was almost hard to breath, she felt horny and hot with hormones surging through her, she felt the movements of her baby, she felt fullness in her breasts, they ached, and her back and legs were struggling to support the bulk of her full body. She waddled to the bathroom and relieved herself, then came back in the room and lay down on the bed on her side.

She rubbed her belly really at a loss of what to do now, she felt love for her baby, probably some of that was the hormones coursing through her, but she had wanted children some day as a man, and she was excited to meet her firstborn, though this was not how Charlie had planned on being a parent. “OW! Oh FUCK!” She shouted suddenly as her womb spasmed with a contraction, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! What do I do!” Charlie figured out that her labor had started, she looked over at the bedside table and reached out for her phone. “Ahhhhh! Ohhhh it hurts!!” she clenched up from the pain and knocked the phone back behind the table out of reach. “Oh shit…” she said, she swung her legs out off the bed and got on her hands and knees, her belly sagging below her and crawled over to try and reach behind the table. Pain wracked her body as another contraction surged, and liquid spilled from her vagina all over the floor as her water broke. “Oh, oh god, oh shit!” she abandoned hope of finding the phone and crawled back up into the bed, there she writhed for another two hours while contractions wracked her swollen body. She knew a little about how this all worked from highschool biology, she reached her fingers into her sex trying to feel if her cervix was opening, it felt like it was, slowly but surely.

Finally when she reached inside of herself she thought she felt a head, she started to push lying back in the bed but it didn’t feel right, her body didn’t feel like it was opening enough. She got up and moved to the end of the bed leaning against the footboard while squatting and opening her legs as wide as possible, she pushed hard and felt her body begin to open, she tested with her fingers and found the baby’s head was past the cervix. She squatted like that and pushed again and again, and she felt her baby move down more and more, soon the baby was crowning and her sex was distending outward. She placed her fingers around it instinctively and pressed the skin around the head of her baby as she pushed, he opened her legs as wide as she could and pushed hard. The head slipped out of her as she gasped, she sucked in a deep breath and pushed hard again and the shoulders were now pressing against her distended sex. “Oh god it’s almost over just one more.” She gasped crying covered in sweat from the exertion of labor, she sucked in a breath and clenched her teeth and pushed again and the baby slipped out of her into her hands. Instinctively she brought it to her breast and held it against her body, she rocked back onto her back and lay on the floor breathing deeply as she heard her baby cry for the first time. It wriggled in her grasp and she checked, it’s gender, it was a girl. “Katherine” Charlie said, looking at her, knowing this was the murdered woman brought back to life. “I said I wanted to save you, I guess this is how…” she said breathing heavily. Then a thought occurred to Charlie, and she looked down at her still large belly, at the size of little Katherine her baby, she felt another baby kick inside of her. “Oh god you were pregnant when you were killed, I’m having twins…” Charlie said with a terrified look on her face, she moaned in pain as the contractions started up again, the second baby thankfully came faster than the first, and soon Charlie was curled up in bed exhausted, nursing her two daughters, in a house that was no longer haunted.

This story is by hdeer

http://www.docs-lab.com/submissions/2677/things-the-grow-bump-in-the-night-halloween-special

[metamorphosisoceanus]

Mating Season (Male to Female Mermaid)

Kathryn stretched her newly reformed legs. The bright full moon lit up the beach. "Hello there ladies, it's been a long time since I saw you" Kathryn said talking to her legs.

Kathryn tried to stand. Her legs wobbled and she quickly fell back on her butt. "Aw starfish"

Kathryn heard a laugh and looked up and saw a woman approaching. "Is this your first mating season" the woman asked

"Yes it is. I was reborn last year" Kathryn answered

"Well welcome back. Here let me help you up" The woman put down the stuff she was carrying and grabbed Kathryn's hands and helped her to stand. Once up Kathryn was able to get a few steps and then the woman let go and Kathryn was able to walk on her own. "There you go. Everyone has this same problem when its her first time"

"Thank you for your help"

"No problem. Oh here before I forget" the woman hands Kathryn the stuff she was carrying. It was a dress, a pair of flip flops and a purse. Everything she would need for the night to find her mate for evening.

"Thank you again" Kathryn says taking the stuff from the woman. The woman wished Kathryn good luck and left her for her to get ready. Once Kathryn was ready she looked around for Samantha, her mate from last year, that was going to help her find her first mate.

After finding her, Samantha was already in her clothes for the night. The two of then stood there in amazement as the moonlight from the full moon lit of the beach. As far as the eye could see they saw mermaids in different stages of their transformations.

"Are you ready to go?" Samantha asked

Kathryn let out a deep breath "ready as I will ever be" she answered.

The two walked up the beach to the parking lot where a line of taxis were waiting for them to take them to the nightclub. They got into the first cab. Samantha recognized the driver.

"Oh hi Yuri. How have you been?"

"Ah Samantha it's been a long long time since I've seen your beautiful face. Who's this with you?"

"This is Kathryn. It's her first year. We mated last year and you know the rest."

"Oh yes I do and this year I get to experience it for myself"

"Oh really Yuri! How exciting, you are going to join us! Have you thought of your new name?"

"Yes ever since I found out what you ladies do every year. That's why Rachel is here in my cab. As soon as we have all you ladies at the club we will mate. Natasha is what I chose."

Right then they showed up to the Enchantment Under the Sea Nightclub. A mermaid owned and runned club that is only opened a few times a year. Samantha and Kathryn got out of the taxi and Samantha came to the front of the taxi and gave Natasha a kiss on the cheek.

"We'll see you later, Natasha and have fun with Rachel and enjoy yourself tonight." Samantha says and gives a wink to Natasha and Rachel.

Samantha and Kathryn walked to the front door where Big Tony the bouncer was standing at the door.

"Hi Samantha" Big Tony said to the both of them as they approached. He lifted the rope and let the girls in.

"Thank you Big Tony and this is Kathryn"

"Welcome Kathryn and good luck ladies"

"Thanks Tony" both girls said and they walked into the club.

"We promised Tony in a few years he will come and join us just like Natasha is tonight. It's a sort of a thank you for your help after all these years" Samantha explained to Kathryn.

The girls looked around to see if there are any guys they like. All around the room there were mermaids paired with a guy. Kathryn then saw a cute guy sitting alone at the bar. Her instinct was telling her that he was the one.

"You found him haven't you?" Samantha saw the look that she knew all too well on Kathryn face. All Kathryn did was nod her head. "Good luck my little siren of the sea"

Kathryn walk all the way to the bar and then asks the guy "Is this seat taken?"

"It's all yours" said the man

The bartender walked over "What can I get you?" She asked

"Sex on a Beach" Kathryn answered

The bartender let out a little giggle and then asked the man "Another rum and coke for you sir?"

"Yes please" the man answered

As soon as the bartender left Kathryn made her move. "My name is Kathryn. What's yours?"

"My name is Mike. Nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you too Mike"

The two of them started talking and of course the power of the mermaid worked its magic on Mike. They took to the dance floor and danced for a few songs. It was during one of the songs that they kissed. The power of the kiss sent Mike into a trance. His eyes turned from a brown to ocean blue. The eye color of all mermaids.

To test if the trance is working Kathryn took Mike's hand and lead him to the ladies room in the back of the club. You see this ladies room is not like any other ladies room. It is just a room for the mermaids to go into to test the trance. They walked into the room and it was full of mermaids and their mates.

Kathryn looked around to see if Samantha was there but the only person she recognized was Natasha and Rachel. Rachel was down on her knees giving Natasha a blow job.

Kathryn found a spot along the wall and pinned Mike up against. The two started to make out. Kathryn started getting all hot and horny. Her pussy craving Mike's penis and cum. Kathryn stopped kissing Mike and then worked her way down to Mike's pants. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled Mike's pants and underwear down. Mike's penis sprung out and it was hard

Kathryn looked at it for a second. It was completely hairless. She didn't know if it was from the kiss or if that was Mike's style. But his legs were also hairless and she knew that it was from the kiss. This was something that the mermaids taught her during her mermaid school.

Kathryn started working Mike's penis up and down with her mouth. She was enjoying every moment of this as this was her last year and forgot everything that happened to her. Her clit started throbbing. She took one of her hands and started to rub it. She increased the speed of her head movement and the movement of her hand rubbing her clit. She came fast. In her mouth she could taste the pre cum coming out of Mike's penis. She stopped. The men aren't allowed to cum in the club. They are only allowed to cum on the beach.

Kathryn stood up and whisper into Mike's ear "Come hunny let's go home"

Mike pulls up his pants and does what he is instructed to do. While they were walking out of the ladies room Kathryn looked around again. Natasha and Rachel were just finishing up. Natasha looked in her 20s now compared to 40 something she is in really life. Kathryn also saw Samantha was working on her mate. They walk to Mike's car and got in. They start driving to the beach where Kathryn was earlier in the night. Just the thought of the sex had Kathryn's heart and juices run. Before she knew it she grabbed her dress and took it off. She started to play with her breasts and her vagina. All the while Mike was still in his trance driving to the beach.

When they got to the beach Mike parked the car. Kathryn didn't put her dress back on. She wanted to rip Mike's clothes off. Kathryn pulled Mike down to the beach. Looking down the beach Kathryn could see the massive orgy that's happening on the beach.

Looking around Kathryn found the perfect spot. She looked over to her left and saw one mermaid riding her mate's penis. On the other side she could see a long hair woman eating the woman on top's pussy. While the woman on top works the woman on the bottom's penis.

Kathryn and Mike started to make out again. Mike took his shirt off. At the same time Kathryn unbuttoned Mike's pants again and helped taking them off. Mike then tossed his shoes and socks off.

Once Mike was completely undressed Kathryn pushed Mike down onto the ground. Kathryn straddled Mike's face with her pussy in his face.

Mike immediately started licking Kathryn's pussy. The juices started going into his mouth. They started to work there magic as Mike's Adam's apple disappeared. His face then became more feminine and then his hair grew long and turned blonde.

Kathryn looked down and saw Mike's new long hair. Kathryn then grabbed Mike's chest massaging his breasts. Kathryn let out a moan and then started feeling Mike's breasts starting to grow. Mike's breasts grew and grew until they reached a C cup.

Kathryn then worked her way down Mike's sides giving him the female hourglass shape. All that was left of the male side of Mike was his penis that was standing straight up. Kathryn cam one last lime and stood up. She then straddled Mike again right above his penis.

Mike looked up and smiled at Kathryn. Mike could see his new breasts and watched as Kathryn grabbed his penis and inserted it into her vagina. Kathryn let out another moan. She road Mike's penis very fast and enjoyed every minute of this experience. Kathryn grabbed Mike's new breasts and played with his nipples. Mike let out a loud oh in his new female voice.

Then Kathryn felt it. Mike finally cam in her. Two seconds later Kathryn cam. Mike's penis kept on pulsing and then finally stopped. Then Kathryn felt it. Mike's penis got smaller and smaller. At the same time his balls retracted themselves into Mike's body and formed overies. Then his vagina formed. An opening formed to meet his vagina where his ball sack used to me. Then his penis tucked itself in its new place right above Mike's new sex organ.

Kathryn got off of Mike and the collapsed on the sand next to Mike. All both women could say was wow as they tried to catch their breath.

"Welcome to womanhood, Michaela. We're only half way down so let's go home" Kathryn then stood up and helped Michaela up.

Once up Michaela took Kathryn's hand and Kathryn lead her to the ocean. They walked together into the water. When it was deep enough Kathryn let go of Micheala.

Kathryn gave Michaela a passionate kiss. During this kiss Michaela had 3 slits open up on either side of her stomach. While sharing their kiss Kathryn kept themselves moving into deeper water.

Before she knew it her legs started moving as one. Kathryn's pussy moved forward. Then her legs merged into one limb. When it came to her feet they started to shrink into her tail. All that was left was her toes. The toes then started to stretch with a pink webbing filling in the gap between the toes. When her tail fin was finally formed pink scales made their way from Kathryn's bellybutton to the tip of her tail.

Knowing that her transformation was complete Kathryn broke the kiss. Michaela looked down and in the moonlight she could see Kathryn's pink tail.

"Wow you are beautiful" Michaela said to Kathryn.

Kathryn laughed "You are too"

The two started to make out again but this time they both started to sink below the water. Kathryn knew what she needed to do. Once deep enough. Kathryn broke the kiss and then guided Michaela to her left breast. Without hesitation Michaela latched onto Kathryn's breast and began to suck. Within seconds milk began to come out of Kathryn's breast. She let out a moan.

Michaela's legs started moving as one. Then her new pussy moved forward. When it was in place her legs started to merge into one limb. Finally when her legs were one limb her feet began to shrink into her new tail. Then her toes began to lengthen with a light blue membrane between them. The milk from Kathryn's breast stopped but she still was not done.

Michaela let go of Kathryn's left breast and moved over to her right. Michaela latched onto the right breast and began to suck on it once again. Seconds later milk began flowing into Michaela again.

On Michaela's tail light blue scales started to form from Michaela's bellybutton and then worked their way up to the tip of her tail. Finally the last thing to change for Michaela was her memories of being a man and her instincts of what being a mermaid.

Michaela let's go of Kathryn's breast. Michaela then works her way up Kathryn's body and the two mermaids make out again.

"Get a room" the two heard in their heads.

Surprised Kathryn broke the kiss. She knew this voice, it was her mate for the last year, Samantha. Kathryn looked around and found found Samantha.

Kathryn swam over to her. The two kisses. "How was your night, sweetie?"

"It was good. How about you?" Samantha asked

"It was amazing!" Michaela swam over to the two and so did Samantha's mate "Oh hey there baby. Samantha this is Michaela"

"Hello Michaela. Welcome home. That's a beautiful blue tail you have there"

"Thank you. You are beautiful yourself. I like tour red tail"

"Aw this old thing"

"Michaela, this was Samantha's 13th mating season?" Kathryn looked at Samantha.

"Yep lucky number 13. By the way this is Parker" Samantha introduced her new parter who had a green tail.

"Nice to meet you Parker. Welcome home" Kathryn said.

"Nice to meet you too"

"Let's go home. I'm tired" said Samantha.

All four mermaids then turned around and swam home.

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[metamorphosisoceanus]

To Embrace a Mermaid (Man to Mermaid TG TF)

There is a saying that stranger things have happened at sea. Why the sea? Why should the oceans hold any greater mysteries for us than elsewhere in our world? Perhaps you’d understand better were you to spend any appreciable amount of time sailing out of sight of land.

Aboard a ship there is nothing to see for miles in all directions but a trackless waste of constantly shifting water. You are aware of the immense depths that fall away beneath the keel but you have no means of plumbing them, except with your imagination.

Sailors are a suspicious lot, given to fanciful thinking. Perhaps the sea touches something deep within them, draws from them some primal need to explain what lies around and beneath them, even though there is no understanding it. Perhaps the tedium of daily life leads idle minds to wandering and to the invention of stories. Perhaps there are genuine secrets hidden beneath the waves. Perhaps, on rare occasions, they rise to the surface and grant audience to those courageous or hapless enough to make the sea their home,

I was one of the latter. Aye, hapless describes me well; young and naïve when my life at sea began. A child of twelve summers who ran from his home, seeking to escape a father's harsh words, and a judgement he could not accept. By mischance, I fell upon a press gang prowling the streets. They surrounded me, affording me no means of escape. My last recollection is of looking around, wild eyed, seeking any place I might run. I didn’t feel the blow that stole my consciousness from me, but knew no more till the following morning when I awoke groggily to the sensation of rolling decks, and the bruise of a black jack across the back of my neck.

To find oneself of a sudden in such surroundings is terror indeed, and all the more for a child of my tender years and spirit. I wailed and sniveled through all of my first day at sea, earning the disdain of the entire crew. I knew little enough of hard work, being born into a privileged family. I was aware that others endured long days of back breaking toil, but the worst I had faced in my short life was an afternoon’s study of geometry.

The captain showed me more leniency than perhaps I deserved, and for this the crew learned to dislike me all the more. He left me to my misery until even he reached the limit of his patience, then, mindless of my bruises, he took me by the scruff of the neck and hung me over the side of the ship.

There are no idle hands aboard a ship at sea. Any who refuse to take their place among the crew, are cast overboard, and this was the choice given to me. Fortunately, the duties of a cabin boy are not so onerous, and even unaccustomed to labor as I was, I learned them swiftly enough.

The crew thought me a Jonah, and sought out every opportunity to show their displeasure at having me aboard. I found I became far more prone to accidents than seemed probable, though not through any fault of my own. Tackle would swing unexpectedly out of the rigging to strike me in the back of the head; pales of water would slide across the decks tripping me up and barking my shins; any number of unexpected and unlikely incidents befell me. I feel certain the captain and mates new of my persecution, but they did little enough about it until the day my legs were taken out from under me as I descended to the crew’s quarters.

I fell headlong and struck my head, losing consciousness for the second time in my life. Apart from the bruise to my temple, I received no injuries worthy of the mention, but it was a step too far for the captain. He called a general assembly and laid out his law, that any man who caused another member of his crew to be injured and unfit for duty should feel the bite of the lash,

I was granted the remainder of the day to rest, and when I returned to my duties, I found the deck a safer place to be, though it was a sullen reprieve. None aboard took it well that I should be under the protection of the captain, even though I hadn’t asked for it.

There are more ways than one to skin a cat, so it is said. Denied the route of physical torment, my crewmates turned to tortures of the mind, taking advantage of my youth and inexperience.

I was expected to spend my off duty time below decks with the rest of the crew. None would speak to me directly, and I should have been suspicious of them had they tried. Instead they would settle within reach of my hearing and tell each other stories; tales of what they had, to all seeming, experienced in their time at sea, or tales of what others had told them. They spoke of sea fogs encountered in the dead of night that crept aboard and leached the very essence of life from a sailor's body, of ghost ships plying the seas, seeking souls to capture for hell, of unholy creatures that appear at the masthead, enveloped in green flame, hunting the youngest and most succulent victims to devour.

My mind’s eye would conjured these horrors of the night as effectively as though they had been real, and I slept poorly with fear as my bedfellow. In the night watches I kept an eye open for all the unnatural dangers I felt certain lurked about me, so you can imagine the terror I endured the first time St. Elmo's Fire descended on our craft.

When nothing ill befell me from that occurrence, I learned to look for the gleam of mischief in an eye, the hint of a smirk, the subverted glance; all signs of deception. I learned to discern which were stories and which were true.

One night I was awoken by a strange, distant wailing. Plaintive it was, filled with sadness but no distress. There were no words to it that I could make out, only long, drawn out, heart felt cries of deep despondency.

Unable to sleep, I climbed up on deck and sought some answers to the mystery. I leaned against the bulwark and listened as the distant cry swept across the waters.

One of the watch sauntered over and leaned out to sea beside me. He was one of a select few within the crew who I felt tolerated me. I took my chance that he would answer me honestly.

“Do you know what manner of creature that is?”

My speech was another aspect that fed the crew’s contempt of me. Young as I was, I possessed the mannerisms of nobility, and I knew no other way to be. I could, in time perhaps, have learned to imitate those around me, but I found I was as little attracted by their vulgarities as they were by my lofty ways.

“’Tis the siren’s call,” he answered. “Haunting it may seem now, but close too it captures the heart and fuddles the mind. Ware my warning lad. Stay below decks when you hear their song close to, for if one of the merfolk should pass by the ship with you leaning over as you are now, she’ll reach up and drag you down with her, and you’ll not have the wit to fight her embrace. You’ll be drowned afore you’re aware of the danger.”

I looked at him with suspicion over the unlikeliness of the tale, but there seemed to be no malice or mischief to his words.

I remained on deck and listened to the distant wailing, but it came no closer. Before too long, the call of my bed tugged more insistently at me than the alien song, and I returned below to seek what rest I could before duty next called me to action.

Time passed. More months than I knew how to count and we sighted land at last. A week’s more sailing saw us at anchor near a settlement of wooden buildings. My own home and the city within which it lay were of brick and stone. The wood seemed a poor substitute in all ways I could see. It was ugly when unpainted, it did not last well against the weather and it seemed as though it offered scant protection against the elements.

I was permitted ashore under close supervision, but there was no need of a guard. This place was altogether too different for me to seek refuge here.

We stayed a little more than a week, unloading one cargo and taking on another, then set our sails for the east and the distant shores of England.

The crew tolerated me better on the return trip. It was as though I had passed some obscure rite of passage. There was no longer any cruelty from most of them, but there were still a few die-hards who continued to torment me.

For my part, I kept to myself and nursed my misery. I missed my family, as I was sure they missed me. I had no knowledge of how hard my parents searched for me, nor how long they grieved for me when they realized there was nothing they could do. All I knew was I missed them terribly and longed for the moment I could set foot upon my home land once more.

It was nigh on two years since my capture when we weighed anchor once more within a British port. I itched for the moment I could go ashore, and had a head full of plans on how I would steal away and seek passage to my home.

It was not to be though. All those of us who had been pressed at the beginning of the last voyage were locked in the brig for the duration of our stay. To be so close to home and yet never close enough to reach it was unbearable agony, and when the ship set sail once more, I and two others stood on deck watching as England slipped beneath the horizon.

Later that same day, one of them went over the side, preferring the sea’s embrace close to his home shore than more years of hardship.

The years passed. This time we toured the Americas, making first landfall in Virginia, then heading south thereafter. We crossed the equator and continued on our way until the weather grew cold again. We rounded Cape Horn, braving seas that threatened to shake loose our masts, then for a year and a half, we plied our way up and down the Pacific coast.

When at last we approached the Cape for a second time, it was deemed that I had outgrown my position as cabin boy, and I was made up to seaman.

I cannot say I ever took to life at sea. In the years I had spent aboard, I had learned to endure and to survive, holding on to the hope that one day I would return to England and escape back to my parents. That hope faded with the years, and died the day I took on a man’s role in the crew.

The transition above decks was beyond my capacity to endure. The work was punishingly hard, and I had no escape from the bitter cold that accompanied our second rounding of the cape. With the winds behind us, we made a swift passage, but as we turned north, the cold was quickly replaced by a merciless sun that stripped the flesh from my back and turned it raw with blisters. I earned myself a week in the infirmary from that, leaving only once my skin had taken on the texture of leather. My hands grew calloused from the rough, hempen ropes and from scrubbing the course wooden decks, and my arms grew strong and my shoulders broad from long days of hard graft. There are those who would have welcomed the toughening of their bodies, but I hated what I was becoming with a vengeance. To me it signified an inexorable change from what I had once been, from what I had dreamed of becoming and toward what I detested most of all.

I learned to climb the rigging, as is the duty of all seamen, but I never lost my fear of falling. The two or three crew members who had most tormented me as a child continued their vendetta into my young adulthood, only this time, high in the rigging, we were away from the skipper’s prying eyes, and being in such a precarious place, the likelihood of a genuine accident was greatly increased.

There were incidents. Rigging poorly tied that gave way under me, a seemingly accidental push that overbalanced me. In the last it was only by the narrowest of margins that I managed to grasp a handhold and prevent myself from plummeting to my death on the decks below. After that, I refused to take to the ropes.

For my punishment, I was assigned to clean the bilges. It is perhaps the worst of jobs you can imagine on board a ship. Days spent up to your knees in indescribable filth, crawling through cramped spaces with no light, dimly aware of rats scampering about you. Often enough the combination of the revolting smell of the place and the rolling of the ship with no horizon to settle my rebellious stomach would cause me to heave up what little food I could keep down, adding to the foulness I was there to clear.

The stench of the place was ever reluctant to leave me. Every time I emerged onto deck at the end of a day, the crew would thoroughly douse me in cold sea water, but even so I would reek so badly, no man would come near me. I was not permitted into the crew’s quarters where the others slept, but rather had to find some spot on the deck out of the way of the duty crew and rest as well as I could.

The task was never ending. I spent months at it and noticed not the slightest improvement. From time to time the captain would look at me as though to ask if I were ready to climb the rigging again, but I knew I had a better chance of surviving in the bilges than high above the decks.

The months passed without a soul so much as speaking a word to me. I thought of escape, but each time we dropped anchor, I was shut in the bilge with no means of egress. I began to wonder at my options, that perhaps I would be better off among the sails. Perhaps a short fall to a bloody end might be preferable to this interminable hell my life had become.

England seemed further away than ever. The captain announced his intention to continue trading up the Atlantic coast of the Americas, and I sank to a level of despair that left behind the last vestige of hope I possessed. The following day I told the captain I was ready to re-join the crew in the rigging. I had it in mind to climb to the top of the main mast and simply let myself fall, but he must have seen something of the intent in my eyes. He told me the bilges were not yet cleaned to his satisfaction and I should continue with the task.

That night, I lay awake in the coil of rope I had made my bed, staring at the low scudding clouds racing past the masthead, when I heard the siren’s song for the second time in my life. It sounded closer this time, and it reached deep into my despondency, drawing me.

I eased out of my makeshift bed and made my way to the port hand side of the ship. A clamber net hung down to the water where some of the crew had been tarring the hull. I eased myself over the bulwark and climbed down to the level of the water hissing past as we sped southward through the night.

The spray was cool, but not unpleasant as I settled just above the waves and looked into the pitch black depths. It would be so easy just to let go now. All the dreams I’d ever had for my life lay in tatters, hanging dejectedly in the recesses of my mind, taunting me with what could now never be, perhaps what could never have been in any case.

Drowning is not a pleasant death, and not an easy one to contemplate. Even faced, as I was, with the prospect of spending interminable days in the deepest, darkest, most disgusting part of the ship, my courage failed at the thought of giving myself to the ocean.

The siren song sounded again, so close this time I could almost feel it. My mind recalled the conversation I’d shared so many years ago.

“You’ll be drowned afore you’re aware of the danger.”

Now there was a death I could embrace.

The song sounded again, giving voice to my hopelessness, filling me utterly, drawing from my lips some groan of response. It was as though I were joining the song.

More memories drifted back to me, this time of that fateful night, of my father’s angry words, angry beyond measure for what I had told him I wanted from life. I could only imagine his satisfaction at the turn fate had dealt me, that such hardship as I was enduring would make me into the man he wanted me to be.

“You’re wrong Father.” I spoke the words to an uncaring ocean, but they would have had as little effect if my father had been there to hear them.

I caught a movement in the water below and dropped my hand into the passing waves, leaving a stream of scintillating sparks in the wake. I had often wondered what caused the trail of phosphorescence that sometimes followed our passage, but to those who shared the ship with me it was just one more mystery in the eldritch nature of the sea, and every time I had raised the matter, my queries had been dismissed with unsatisfying half-explanations.

There it was again, the movement. A creature in the depths, leaving its own streaming wake. Unless I missed my guess, it was no larger than I was, and swimming as fast as the ship.

A strain of the song emerged from the water, so close, so heartrendingly beautiful that I all but lost my grip of the net. The creature broached half a chain’s length from the boat. Outlined in her own soft phosphor iridescence, she was unutterably beautiful. Silver scales from the waist down shimmered in the dim radiance. Her hair streamed behind her, reaching more than half the length of her body. Her breasts were bare, perfect globes on her chest, and her face smiled at me with a warmth and welcome I would have defied my mother to equal.

I reached out my free arm to her as she dropped and slipped, with the faintest of splashes, back beneath the waves.

My heart was torn with the loss of her. I all but cried out that something so beautiful should appear before me and then be taken so swiftly. I searched the waters frantically, but they were dark again.

No, not quite. There she was once more, closer to the ship this time, keeping pace with us, gently revolving, smiling up at me through the waves, drawing slowly nearer.

She broke the surface again, reached out her own hand and took a hold of the net less than an arm’s length from me. She opened her mouth and the eerie song that emerged captured me utterly, heart and soul.

She reached for me, and unable and unwilling to resist, I reached back.

Her hand was cool against my skin. Smooth and soft and so inviting. She glanced at my other hand, the one with which I clung to the ship. Her meaning was clear, and I had no qualms about letting go my hold of the net.

I fell into the water beside her, dimly aware of the shock of cold passing through my body, of the ship speeding on into the night. The waters enveloped me and she put her arms around me in a soft a welcome embrace.

I had never felt so loved.

We dived deep, her tail moving back and forth with easy, efficient strokes. I let her take me, certain this was my end, but not caring in the slightest. I would hold my breath as long as I was able. I would accept these seconds of euphoria as the fair price for my life, and I would eke them out as long as I could.

My body was tingling with the delight of it all. I felt light and free and filled with an ecstasy I had never known. It seemed I was surrounded by a light even as the depths of the ocean closed around us. She smiled at me and I smiled back, bubbles escaping in a thin silver stream from the corner of my mouth.

My lungs were burning and I knew my time was nearly done. I would hold out a while longer though. To replace the air turning sour in my chest with the cold, Atlantic water would be painful, I was certain, and it would bring on the darkness all too quickly. I determined to endure to the last possible moment. Despite the pain in my ribs, there was still a joy and a peace to all this.

Her lips moved and her melancholy song filled me.

“You can breathe,” she sang.

It wasn’t English, and I knew no other tongue, but somehow I understood.

“Breathe.”

The word enveloped my mind, taking control. I couldn’t disobey. This was it. Farewell cruel world. In that moment I harbored no regrets.

I released the foul air and sucked in what I fully expected to be life taking water, but it never reached my lungs. Instead it streamed through my mouth and out the side of my neck. My vision cleared, the ache in my muscles eased and I looked about me in wonder.

Unearthly laughter spilled around me. My companion had released me and was swimming gentle spirals around me, enough luminescence clinging to her that I could make her out as a ghostly shape.

“Welcome sister,” she sang.

“Sister?” My own voice seemed harsh and discordant by comparison, but I could feel the words and the notes, how they should be spoken, or perhaps sung.

“All merfolk are women,” she sang. “I thought you would know that.”

“I am no woman,” I said. The words were the embodiment of an ache that had clung to my heart for most of my life.

“Look to yourself sister.”

I bent my head to look and long strands of hair streamed into my vision, framing my view of a long, slender body, glowing with a subtle luminescence. My arms and chest were slimmer than they should be, my skin smooth and unblemished, on my chest sat two rounded mounds, and beyond them my waist blended into silvery scales and the delicate membrane of a tail.

“How?” It was more an exclamation than a song. “How is this possible?” I added music to the words.

“The story of our origin is shrouded in the depths of the past. So the story goes, it began with a young woman, jilted by her lover, who threw herself into the sea in her despair. A young man leapt after her, seeking to rescue her, to show her that she was loved even so. The powers of the deep remembered the way mankind had once been, male and female joined in one body, and so they remade this man and this woman melding them together, granting them a new body, a new life and a new form. Two became one and so the first of the merfolk were formed.”

“That’s no answer. How did this happen to me?”

“It is the beginning of an answer. The deep remembered when men and women were one, when both parts existed within the same flesh, each balancing the other. It gave form to this in the first of the merfolk, and it gave to her the capacity to recognize the balance in others.”

“You say her. Surely if there was both male and female…”

“There is both male and female in equal measure, but the balance sits most comfortably in the female form both you and I possess. Were our bodies male, the masculine side of our nature would prevail. In female form, the woman in us is the stronger, and allows the man equal place. So in our natures we are balanced, but in our form we are female.

“Humans also possess this mix of both male and female, but in all but the rarest of cases, one side dominates over the other. Born to a female form and surrounded by those who fully embrace a woman’s life, a young girl will learn to suppress that which is male inside her, and so the converse is true of those born to manhood.

“Rarely though, there are those who recognize the other nature within them, those who are unwilling or unable to suppress it. They suffer much in the world of men, because those whose nature often steps beyond their appearance are neither understood nor accepted.

“It is given to each of us to recognize such a nature.

“I encountered you once before, some years ago. I sang to you then, but you were not ready. I have waited a long time to meet you sister, waited and endured your sufferings alongside you, until you were ready. It brings me great joy to greet you at last.”

She swam in close and I found myself caught up in a joy filled embrace, propelled to the surface where we launched as one into the cool night air.

Somewhere in the distance lanterns burned. The ship that had been my home and my prison for the past many years sailed on, as yet oblivious to the loss of one of its crew.

-oOo-

We swam on into the night together. Amatheia, for that was her name, introduced me to all the aspects of my new life.

The tail took some getting used to. There was a tendency for my mind to imagine knees under the scaly flesh, and so to expect a restriction of movement, but the tail was highly flexible along all its length, and once I accepted that, I discovered a turn of speed through the water which was truly exhilarating. Should I swim directly upwards through the surface, I could jump perhaps as high as the masthead of most ships.

The gills on the side of my neck were also something utterly new to me. They needed water flowing through them to work, so I felt constantly inclined to keep swimming. Again the instinct remained in me to wish breath into my lungs, and if I raised my head above the surface, I found I could tread water and breathe normally as I had. Holding off from doing so while I was swimming could be learned, but for the moment I found I had to concentrate to stop myself from taking water into my lungs.

Eyesight, I discovered, was no longer my primary sense. The sea, it seemed, was filled with a persistent suspension of tiny particles, in some cases living organisms. It meant that even close to the surface you couldn’t see further than two or three fathoms. Also, you didn’t have to dive very deep before the light faded, leaving you in perpetual darkness.

Despite all of this, I found I was aware of my surroundings for some miles. While we had been singing to one another, I found that my awareness of the space was expanding at an astonishing rate, As sound was reflected and my mind made sense of the jumbled echoes, I found myself aware, without turning around, of the creatures around me, the ships above me, even the sea floor far below me.

I tried swimming down, but Amatheia cautioned me. We could go deep it seemed, but not too deep, and when changing depths it was as well to do so slowly and cautiously. In the one dive I made by way of experiment, I could feel the weight of the water pressing in from all around me, and decided to satisfy myself with remaining close to the surface until I knew better.

She led me to a nearby school of fish, and as we approached, took on a turn of speed that made my earlier efforts pale in comparison. I did my best to follow, but she drew ahead, then darted in and out of the mass of scaly bodies, stopping a moment later with a writhing fish in each hand. She handed one to me and raised the other to her mouth.

“You eat fish raw, and living?” I asked, trying not to sound judgmental.

“Try it,” she sang back to me, and sank her teeth into the creature squirming in her grasp.

I was going to have to eat, and there were obvious problems with the concept of cooking underwater. If this was something I’d have to get used to, then the sooner started, the better.

I bit into the fish and felt the blood pumping through its succulent flesh. Flavors burst inside my mouth, unusual but unutterably delicious. It didn’t take me long to reduce the creature to little more than bone.

“There are those among us who prefer to kill before eating,” Amatheia said, picking at her teeth with a fishbone, “but being eaten alive is the same fate they would face from any other hunter of the sea. Personally, I think their flavor is better this way, but don’t let me influence you.”

We drifted on, replete from our meal.

“So what happens now?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Is this my life now? Roaming the wide ocean, catching fish when I’m hungry, but otherwise doing little other than swim?”

“Would you be content with that?”

“I don’t think so. I mean there has to be more to life than that, surely.”

“There is so much more, and now you have the freedom to explore whatever interests you. The open sea is much as you see it here. It does vary, but only in the subtlest manner. There are also dangers away from shore; sharks and orca and worse. Most of our kind seem content to form communities in secluded lagoons, and there are enough of them about the world. There is a rare beauty to be found around the coral reefs of the tropics, though some still prefer the starker rocky shores, with their caverns to explore. Before you decide, you might like to travel a little. The world is, as it were, your oyster.”

“But the sea is all?”

“There’s nothing to say you can’t explore the rivers and lakes. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Lorelei.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m not that old, and I’ve been on that ship since I was twelve. I’ve had no great opportunity for learning.”

“The Lorelei is a rock on the River Rhine. There are legends surrounding the place. Some speak of a woman who was betrayed by her sweetheart, who fell from the rock, and ever after the stone retained an echo of her name. Others speak of a siren who sat on the rock, combing her hair and luring sailors to their doom with her songs. There are those among us who believe that the woman, Lore Lay was her name, along with a young knight who dived after her to save her, were the ones who became the first mermaid.”

“You don’t?”

“The story isn’t that old. Mermaids have been around for far longer than that.”

“Do you mind if I ask, how old are you?”

She laughed. “Older than you might think. The sea is gentle with our kind, and we show no sign of age, except perhaps in our eyes.”

She swam in close, smiling, daring me to look. I did, and found they possessed the depth of ages.

“What of the land?” I asked, distracting myself as much as anything from her unnerving gaze. “Now that I have this form, am I forever a creature of the sea?”

“Or is there somewhere a sea witch who can give you legs in exchange for your beautiful voice? Would you go back to the land if you knew that every step you took were like walking on knives, and once transformed you could never return to the oceans?”

“I know that story. My mother told it me once. I thought it was a fairy tale.”

“And so it is. Hans Christian Andersen had a fanciful imagination, but he knew nothing of mermaids.”

“So? Is there a way for me to return to the land?”

“Would it be so terrible if you could not? Here if you seek adventure, you have an ocean the size of a world to explore. If you seek peace and tranquility, there are many beautiful coves where you may live. If it is company, there are many places where mermaids gather together in community.”

“What of love, and children?”

“You are the closest the merfolk have to a child. None of us will know what it is to have a baby, but to have a child, all you need do is seek out a human who is ready and call him to new life.”

“So you consider me your child? Am I to call you mother?”

“Hardly,” she laughed. “The community of merfolk is one of equals. There is no inequality between men and women because all are women, there is no inequality between old and young because all seem young. I called you sister, and even that is not the true nature of how I see you.

“You ask about love. Tell me, do you find me beautiful?”

“Of course. How could I not?”

“It is the same when I look upon you, and you would find the same with any of our kind. So is love in the beauty we each embody?”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“In the human world, what we call love starts with an attraction between a man and woman, or perhaps more rarely and never spoken of, between two men or two women. Humans seek that one person who they would set apart from all others, with whom they would create that singular bond.

“It is an echo of what humans once were, a recognition that once male and female were one and the same, and by coming together they can, in some way, become a single person again. Two bodies and two minds, but one person.

“We already possess that balance, so we have no need for this kind of love. It is more a need in any case, so you could wonder how much of it is truly love.

“Love is selfless, you understand. It is a giving more than a receiving.

“The love of a mother for her child calls upon her to sacrifice. The love of one sibling for another means that one will face peril for the other’s benefit. The love between friends is the same. The love of the creator for his creation leads to the greatest of sacrifices.

“How would you decide to love in a world where all about you are the same as you, no better, no worse, all as beautiful?”

“I would look for a like mind I suppose, a kindred spirit.”

“A fine answer. And if everyone you met had the same balance you possess within you, had suffered and so possessed the same gentleness and generosity of spirit? How would you recognize a kindred spirit?”

“I suppose I would look for someone who cared for the same things, who held the same interests and values as myself.”

“And so you draw closer to your answer, for the love between equals is not one that comes from each looking to the other, but rather from both looking together in the same direction.

“Tell me, what lies at the heart of you? Now you are not driven by a longing to be other than you are, what remains in you? Where does your passion lie?”

The question drew me up short. I stopped swimming for a moment, became aware of my need to breathe, swam for the surface.

Amatheia joined me, and together we looked up at a break in the clouds through which streamed the pure liquid silver of moonlight.

“I suppose,” I said, tasting each word as it came to my mouth. “I suppose I would seek out others like me, like I was. I would want to bring them peace.”

She touched her hand to my cheek. “That is what drives me too.”

She reached in and kissed me on the lips.

How can I describe the sensation? In physical terms it was gentle, timid, an asking rather than a demanding. I had never kissed before. In all my years at sea, there had never been a woman aboard, and most of the time when we made landfall, I had been denied access to the land, so as a man I had never found an opportunity to be with a woman. If I had it would most likely have been with a whore, and would have possessed none of the communion of spirit held by this one simple act.

My body responded to it in ways I had no way to understand. Until recently I’d had a man’s body with a man’s urges and responses. I’d known the release of passion, if only in my dreams, and none of it prepared me for the feelings flooding through me in that moment.

“The love between two of our kind is a purer form. It requires no physical consummation, and yet there is a way. I will show you if you like.”

I nodded my consent, and she drew me back beneath the waves.

I have no words for it. How can you describe color to a blind man, or music to the deaf? All I knew of human loving was in the release of my erotic dreams, and it compared poorly to what I shared with Amatheia. We dived deep and entwined ourselves in an embrace that seemed all at once to be electric, escalating, exciting, ecstatic, effervescent, enraptured, eternal. Even when the passion of it was done, something remained and in a way I find impossible to explain, I felt aligned with her, as though our thoughts genuinely did march to the same tune.

We had no need to speak, since the moment one of us thought of something, the other held the same thought in her mind. We swam on weaving patterns through the water with an all-consuming synergy of mind and spirit. It may have been days, or even weeks before we separated from one another enough for our thoughts and feelings to become our own again.

“There was one question you didn’t answer,” I said when I was once more myself.

“I know. Is it so important?”

“I think you know that too.”

There is no sighing under water. To sigh would require taking a breath, and that would require air. Even so there was a resignation about Amatheia that was palpable in other ways.

“Not all tortured souls come close enough to the water for us to reach them with our song,” I continued. “Is there no way we can go to them?”

“I believe there is. In the consummation of our love, we embraced the deep, and just as we aligned our two souls, so it saw into the depth of us. I felt a change I have not experienced before. I doubt you would have noticed it as all was so new to you, but I believe there is a way.”

“What is it?”

“We’re near enough to land now. Let me show you.”

-oOo-

I could feel the sea bed rising beneath me. Ahead and either side of me the sea was no longer endless. It was closing in around me, and I felt an unusual sense of claustrophobia. Amatheia steered towards a cut in the shore to the right. As I followed into the narrow passageway, I tasted sweet water and felt the flow of a current slowing our progress

We rose to the surface. The sun was dipping below the horizon, but there was enough light to make out details on the land. A beach, and nearby a farm house, washing flying on the line like pennants on a ship. There was no sign of people on the land. The beach was empty and deserted, and though there were lights on in the farmhouse, they were shrouded behind thick curtains, already drawn against the evening chill.

I followed Amatheia into the shallows and pulled myself up onto the sand beside her. Mere weeks had passed since I had been out of the water, and I felt clumsy dragging the weight of my tail over the sand. I looked over at my companion and wondered how this must feel for her after so many years.

Wind can be as effective as warmth in drying, and as the last drops off water evaporated from my scales, I sensed them change. Long, slender limbs replaced my fish’s tail, and I stood. No knives in my feet. Truly Hans Christian Andersen knew nothing of mermaids.

I looked to Amatheia who seemed less enamored of her own transformation.

“I’ve been in the sea too long,” she said. “This feels unnatural to me.”

“It feels no less natural to me,” I said. “I may have legs once more, but I was never a woman before this moment.”

“I feel all that too, but I feel wrong without my tail, without water flowing around me and through my gills.”

“Go back to the sea then, and wait for me there,” I said to her. “We both want to know how readily we change back.”

With a grateful smile she ran out into the cold water and dived under the waves. Enough time had passed for me to grow anxious, and I was about to follow her to make sure she was alright when she leapt from the water. She cleared the surface high enough that I could see her full form silhouetted against the luminous sky, and make out the shape of her tail, then she fell back with barely a splash. Scarcely a moment later she was back out of the water beside me.

“I can’t leave you to do this alone,” she said, and shook her tail, willing it to dry more quickly.

“I’ll borrow us some clothes,” I said.

“Leave this as payment,” Amatheia said, offering up a handful of coins.

“Where did you get those?”

“The bottom of the river. There’s so much down there people have lost or thrown away, but this was all I could find that still had value.”

I ran over to the farmhouse. Among the clothing on the line were two dresses that looked as though they might fit us. They were a utilitarian brown and made from coarse enough wool that I felt sure the coins would more than compensate for their loss. Even so I felt guilty for taking them.

By the time I returned to the beach, Amatheia had transformed again, and was trying to find her balance on two legs.

“I never thought to stand again,” she said. “I find I don’t care for the sensation.”

I handed her a dress, and examined mine. This would be a new experience for both of us as well. Though she hadn’t said as much, I suspected that Amatheia had been no more a woman than I before she had been transformed, and neither of us had felt the need for clothing in our aquatic forms. It turned out to be simple enough though; no more difficult that pulling on a shirt, except that the hem hung considerably lower. The sensation of wearing nothing underneath was somewhat unnerving, but at least we wouldn’t cause a sensation.

We made our way off the beach and onto the road which ran past behind it. The surface was rough, and our feet tender, so progress was slow.

“I don’t suppose you have any more of those coins,” I asked wincing for the umpteenth time. “We could do with some shoes as soon as we find anywhere that might sell them, and I would be glad of some better quality clothing.” The woolen dress itched madly, and the rough material was rapidly rubbing my delicate breasts raw.

“The coins I gave you were all I could find, I’m sorry.”

“Maybe we can make our way back to the river and search a bit longer.”

“It’ll be full dark now. I doubt we’d find anything before morning, then we’d have a greater risk of being seen when we came ashore again. I think we’re stuck for now.”

“We could always go back to the sea, and try coming ashore in a few days after we’ve collected some valuables.”

“We could, but that feels wrong. I don’t know about you, but I sense something up ahead.”

I’d sensed the same thing, and even as I’d made my suggestion I’d felt a wrongness to it. There was something ahead that was calling to us, and it didn’t feel like it could wait.

We walked on as best we could. In the dark it was impossible to see where I was putting my feet, so nearly every step landed on a sharp stone. From the noises Amatheia was making, she seemed to be having the same problem. Maybe there was something to the Little Mermaid story after all.

The cold of the night made it through even the thick homespun material of our dresses, added to our misery, and I found myself wondering why I had raised this whole idea. Amatheia was still well enough aligned with my thoughts to recognize my doubts and gave my shoulders a squeeze.

“Just because it hurts doesn’t mean we’re doing the wrong thing. I rather think I dislike this more than you. I’ve lived under the sea for more years than I care to mention, and I never thought to return to the land of men, yet since joining with you, I have felt the same need to pursue this course.”

We walked on in silence, drawing some small comfort and warmth from each other’s proximity. We passed no other travelers on the road, nor did we come across any signs of habitation other than the farmhouse by the beach. I was on the verge of accepting that we should spend the night trudging along in misery when we rounded a bend in the road and found a tavern a short way ahead of us. At sight of the place, the compulsion that had drawn us thus far redoubled, and we increased our pace.

A hundred painful yards further and we stood at the entrance to the inn. The door opened as we approached and sounds of raucous laughter spilled out, following an individual walking more sideways than forwards. Every ounce of his concentration seemed directed to keeping himself upright, so it seemed only fair that we should stand to one side and let him stagger past.

I took the lead and entered the inn, Amatheia at my shoulder. It took a long moment, but as heads turned in our direction, the hubbub fell away until we stood in the entrance facing a roomful of silent, stupefied faces. I took a second step. The floors were covered in sawdust, much of it already clumped and damp from spilled beer and who knew what. The thought of placing my bare and bloody feet on the mess revolted me, but it couldn’t be helped.

I caught the landlord’s eye and opened my mouth to speak, only then realizing that I had no idea what to say. The discomfort in my feet had been that much of a distraction that I’d given no thought on how to handle an encounter such as this.

“Sir,” I said, smiling what I hoped was a winning smile. “I… I beg your indulgence. My sister and I have come a long way. We’re footsore and weary, and we’d consider it a kindness if you’d permit us the use of your fireplace to rest a while.”

The silence held for a moment longer as the landlord looked around at his guests. Everyone in the room continued to stare at us with mouths agape, so much so that I looked down at my feet to satisfy myself they hadn’t turned back into a fish tail.

“You speak good and fancy for one so poorly dressed,” the Landlord said at last.

Something else that hadn’t occurred to me, but I’m uncertain I’d have been able to do much about it anyway. My mannerisms and pattern of speech had been so ingrained into me as a young child that even several years on the high seas hadn’t been enough to change them.

“Sirrah,” Amatheia said beside me. Who says sirrah in this day and age? “We would beg you overlook our poor attire. We have fallen on hard times since we, er, since we left our band of players.”

I glanced at her. Wandering players were very much a thing of a past - quite possibly her past - though there were still a few that made the rounds. It did explain how we could be dressed as bare footed peasants and still speak well. It needed a little more to sell it.

“We have no money, truth be told, but if it would please you, we could sing for your entertainment.”

“Well lads, I’m sure we’re not averse to a bit of entertainment.”

The crowd stirred enough to agree; not so much with discernible words, but the tone of their response seemed positive enough. The landlord held out a welcoming arm indicating the blazing fire, and we moved closer to it, grateful to be able to put some warmth back into our bodies.

Out of the corner of my eye I did catch a few of those present sidling closer to the door. They didn’t make to leave, but rather settled into a slump against the wall. Should we wish to depart ourselves, they were in an ideal place to stop us.

A serving girl approached us with a tray full of tankards. She passed the two smallest to us.

“Please,” I protested. “We have no means to pay for these.”

“The master’s wishes,” she replied, bobbing a clumsy curtsey. “Says if you’re to sing, you might as well sing for your supper.”

There was something about the girl. Perhaps the way she kept her head bowed so her hair hid her face. Perhaps there was something about her voice or the way she moved. The uneasiness that had settled on me earlier, that had grown as we approached this tavern, reached its peak when she was beside us. I looked at Amatheia and she nodded, as though she’d been thinking the same thing.

The tankards contained hot, spiced mead and would have been a meal in themselves. I’d not downed a quarter of mine before the serving girl was back with two wooden platters, each holding a small helping of stew and a decent sized trencher of bread. I raised my tankard to the landlord who had his eye on us. He nodded in acknowledgement.

The helpings weren’t immense, but they were more than our meagre appetites could manage even so. When the serving girl came our way a third time, ostensibly to collect our near empty cups and plates, I put a hand on her arm.

It was rough and not a little hairy. Nervous eyes peered out from behind a curtain of greasy hair. The face was still in shadow, but it seemed a little heavier than one might expect. The eyes pleaded with me not to say anything and after a moment, I withdrew my hand with a quietly spoken thanks.

As she scurried off to her refuge in the kitchen, I stood up, indicating that Amatheia should do the same.

“I think it’s time we paid our dues,” I said to her quietly.

“You are aware that I know no songs of this age,” she murmured to me.

“I know little enough myself. My mother sang lullabies to me as a child, and I picked up a few shanties from my crewmates.”

“So what do you propose we sing?”

“You sang to me fair enough across the waves.”

“That’s siren song!”

“And are we not sirens? If it stupefies men’s minds as it did mine, will it not serve our purpose?”

“We’re a ways from the sea.”

“Aye and what of it? The Deep gifted us our legs on land as much as it gave us our tails for when we’re at sea. It gifted us with a sense that now leads us as well to those in need on the land as at sea. Who’s to say that our gift of song is not now as well suited to the land as to the ocean?

“What if it doesn’t serve us so well? What will ensue if it becomes apparent neither of us can hold a note?”

“Little worse than should we stand about and do nothing. We lose no advantage from at least trying.”

The muttered conversation had carried us from one end of the room, by the fire, to the other, where a raised platform indicated that the place wasn’t new to entertainment.

The room fell silent and all eyes turned in our direction. I glanced at Amatheia to find her glancing at me. A good sign if our minds were still so entwined. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, aware that my partner in this venture was doing the same. Apart from our gentle sighs, and the crackle of the fire, the room was utterly silent.

From somewhere deep inside me, a voice rose. It was a voice without words, but possessed of the same mournful tones that had drawn me over the side of my ship. They reached my mouth and swept out, swirling across the room, filling it, bouncing off the walls, casting tiny whirlpools of sound

Amatheia sand beside me, her notes different from mine, but providing a perfect counterpoint to my own, or perhaps mine were a counterpoint to hers. There was something in the sound that mirrored our own spiral of lovemaking. It held within it hints of joy and delight, but all of it was overshadowed by the deep sorrow in the tunes.

Not a soul in the room moved, so entranced were they all. I cannot say for how long we sang; all I know is I gave voice for as long as the voice rose from within me. In all of that time - I think minutes rather than hours - I don’t recall seeing a single tankard raised to a single pair of lips.

Our turn done, we stepped down from the stage and made our way carefully between the forest of stationary people. We could have made our escape then, given that the self-appointed guards were as stupefied as I the rest. What held us back was the thought of the girl, so instead of seeking our freedom, we turned about and made our way to the kitchen.

The kitchen was small and none to clean, populated by two figures. One of them was familiar, small and awkward, standing transfixed and hiding behind long greasy hair. The other unknown to us, was an older woman, also staring at space with a look close to rapture on her face.

I went to the younger one. She stirred at my touch and turned dazed eyes towards me.

“Come with us if you long for a better life,” I whispered to her quietly.

“I’m no singer,” she said.

“You can be,” I replied. “You can be so much more than you are now; so much more like the person you know yourself to be inside.”

Panic flared in her eyes, and I touched her with a reassuring hand.

“We only want what’s best for you. Yes we know, but we were no different once.”

She stared at me with disbelief; glanced over my shoulder, her eyes widening.

I turned to see Amatheia talking quietly with the older woman. Her response was not so generous though. She was looking thunder across at me and my young friend. I was seized by a certainty.

“Your life will ever be as it is unless you follow us now,” I hissed.

I took her hand in mine and pulled her towards the door. The older woman barred our way to the kitchen’s outside exit, and we knew nothing of the layout beyond. It could as easily lead to an enclosed courtyard as to freedom. Our only sure escape route was out through the bar.

Amatheia backed away and turned to follow us. We pushed out into the throng of slowly rousing patrons, and weaved our way as swiftly as we could to the exit.

“The wench!” the woman called from behind us, her voice harsh and shrill. “They came for the wench.”

It was enough to rouse those around us. We were surrounded by suddenly angry faces, but near enough to the door that a sudden dash had us though it and into the night air.

“We’ll not go far on bare feet,” Amatheia called after me.

“I know.” I turned to the girl beside me. “Where is the nearest water? A lake, a river, anything.” We were a long way from the sea, I knew that much, but Amatheia was right; we couldn’t travel far on bruised and bloody feet, no matter how much the food and warmth had revived us.

“There’s a stream the other side of the village. The bridge is that way.”

“A stream!” Amatheia wasn’t impressed. “How deep? How wide?”

“Wide enough and deep enough for a bridge rather than a ford,” I said. “It’ll have to do.”

“You don’t understand. We need to take her deep if we are to call out our sister.”

“Er, you do know…”

“There is enough of a woman inside you that she calls to us,” I interrupted her. “We’ve no time now. Show us this river.”

She turned towards the village and increased her pace, outdistancing us. The shouts of the crowd increased behind us as they grew in numbers and began their own chase.

The human body is a remarkable thing. That at such times as this, the fear of capture should flood our veins with liquid ice - that we should be so be made capable of doubling our speed and running across those same crippling stones without feeling the way they tore at our feet - is a miracle of no small wonder. We reached the bridge with more than a hundred yards lead on the mob that chased us. Enough time to help each other up and over its edge.

In the water, I felt my legs re-join to form a powerful tail. Trousers and shoes at such a moment would have been highly inconvenient, and even the dress was encumbering enough, weighed down with water as it was. Amatheia and I struggled to divest ourselves of the clothing, then took a hold of the floundering girl beside us. We had drifted some distance from the bridge where the crowd stood and yelled after us. I wasn’t sure how much they could see from their vantage, but with luck the darkness and the distance would hide our nature.

I tried to reason with our newly rescued companion but, like so many people of my age, she had no knowledge of how to swim, and her clothes were tangling her legs and pulling her down. She was panicking and threatened to cause me as much harm as to herself. Amatheia swam up to her at speed and caught her a blow to the side of the head that laid her out cold. When I had a moment to consider, I would agree that there was nothing better she could have done, but at the time, her actions shocked me.

We took an arm each, and keeping her face upwards, we swam as fast as we could down the narrow and altogether unnervingly shallow ribbon of water.

At the far end of the village, the river separated. One way led to a mill pond and the waterwheel that drove the mill, the other way became shallow enough that we floundered for a while among more sharp rocks. It was a short enough stretch though, and the water fast enough running that we made it through quickly and with only minor cuts and bruises. We pressed on, putting as many miles as we could between us and the mob, pausing only once. When we felt sure we were far enough away that none would catch up with us, we stopped long enough to make sure our companion was in no danger. Bedraggled and unconscious though she was, with a growing bruise on her temple, she was nonetheless alive and in no danger. With her dress clinging to her, we were left with little further need to confirm what we had already suspected.

We swam on into the night, with the stream slowly broadening and deepening until finally it reached the river at its end. We were some miles further up the river than we had been when we came ashore, so we still had some way to go. The sky was beginning to show a dim redness in the east, so we put on an extra turn of speed, seeking open water before the sun was high enough up that me might be seen. It wasn’t easy keeping her head above water and maintaining a good pace, especially as we didn’t want to leave to much of a visible wake, but we made it back out into the estuary, tasting salt water again, before the sun’s rays first broke over the horizon. Amatheia changed our direction a little and we sped on.

We were well out to sea, with the waves tall enough to hinder our progress, when we first sighted the island. In truth, the rock barely merited the name, offering little more than space enough to lay down our burden with no part of her quite reaching the water’s edge.

“The tide has a little way yet to fall,” Amatheia said as we made her as comfortable as we could. “Perhaps an hour yet, then two more before the rock is covered again.”

“How did you know it would be here?”

“I was a sailor once, and my home port lies just a few miles further up the bay. I’m not sure if it was my past that drew me here, but now I am returned, I find a great many memories returning to the surface. So much of what’s on land has changed, but the sea remains eternal.”

“What do we do now?”

“We wait. There’s another rock or two over this way that should uncover soon enough. We wait for our quarry to rouse, then we sing to him.”

“Her.”

“You saw as well as I.”

“Aye, I saw, but tell me, how fully did you consider yourself to be a man before you heard the song?”

“More fully than that, I should say.”

“Do you despise her?”

“No. I envy him a little, and I admire his courage, that he should embrace a life such as this in order to be as much as he feels himself to be inside, regardless of what lies on the surface.”

“You speak of her in such terms and still you see a male?”

“I see what lies on the surface. I would have called you male, just as I called myself male, before the change, but now we are as we are, I call us female.

“It’s true, I see the woman in him seeking to escape, but I can call him by no other name than suits what I see, no matter how much I wish otherwise. It is my hope that I will call him sister soon enough.”

We debated on for some time, but reached no consensus. There were differences between us after all. Minor ones, I would say, but they were there. No matter how much we became one another when we shared our love in the deep, the differences were embedded within our cores and, it seemed, would reassert themselves in time.

The sea was on the make and lapping at her - or his if you would take Amatheia’s view - hands and feet when she began to stir. Amatheia beckoned for me to follow her into the water, and together we began to swim about the rock, singing the true siren’s call. She hadn’t fully regained consciousness when the haunting melody reached into her. We kept up our singing until she threw herself bodily into the water, uncaring of her future.

Amatheia was ready and swam in as soon as she struck the water, drawing her into the same embrace with which she had taken me. I joined them and together we made for deeper water, continuing our song as we went.

The change was a wonder to behold. As we swam deeper, I became aware of the faint phosphorescence that surrounded us all in the growing darkness. Some of it seemed to be shifting from Amatheia and me towards the body we held between us. Her face was enraptured, and her body glowed ever more strongly as we swam deeper. Her clothes fell away, losing their glow as they drifted apart from us, revealing his very male body, which began to transform in that instant. It seemed to take forever, and I wondered at how much longer she could hold her breath.

Definitely a she now. In my mind she had always been, regardless of what was to be seen on the surface, but here the gift of the deep was transforming her. Legs joined to form a tail, body and arms shrank, became slender, smoother, grew breasts. Face softened, changed, grew beautiful. Hair, already long enough, grew that much longer. I caught the moment when her gills appeared in the side of her neck, saw Amatheia’s smile and nod.

“You can breathe now,” I sang to our newest sister, letting go of her and drifting away.

-oOo-

She chose the name Pearl.

Her life had been a hard one, and even she referred to herself in the masculine when telling her tale. His parents had died some years before of the typhus, after which he had been taken in by the innkeeper and his wife. They had given him drudge work to do in order to earn his keep, and it had been one day when doing the laundry that he had first put on one of his aunt’s dresses. His mother had long known of his desire to be a girl and had indulged him as much as she could while he was young, so he didn’t understand that his aunt and uncle would not approve. They caught him, beat him. Scolded him, then reconsidered. The work they had for him was that more commonly done by a scullery maid, so it seemed to them that perhaps he would raise fewer eyebrows and less criticism if he were to do his chores with the appearance of a girl. Few enough people had seen him as a boy, so they changed his clothing and his appearance and none were the wiser.

They then threatened him with the shame of discovery, and the unimaginable horror of being forced back into the life of a boy. They placed ever greater burdens on his small shoulders, and he accepted them all out of fear. They treated him shamefully, beating him and permitting him little or no time to himself. He was expected to wash once every month, but no more frequently, and his clothes were always the last he was allowed to wash, and only if he had time. Which was rarely as he his other duties included cleaning out the rooms, sweeping up the mess in the main bar once the inn closed its doors for the night, cleaning the kitchen, and so many other chores that he lost count.

He knew he was growing and changing, and that one day soon he would be discovered. He lived in constant fear of that shame, and of the change that would be thrust on him ever after.

Then we had come.

Changed and free to be entirely herself, all she wanted was to find a place where her life would be easier. Amatheia said she knew just the place, and that we might benefit from a place to recuperate from our own ordeal.

It took some weeks to swim there, but it was worth the effort. There are five oceans in the world. The Arctic is too cold for most of our kind, as is the Southern, but that at least acts as a means of passing from one of the other three to the next. From the Northern Hemisphere, it is necessary to swim almost as far south as it is possible before rounding either the Cape of Good Hope, which separates the Atlantic from the Indian, or Cape Horn, which provides passage from the Atlantic to the Pacific. Amatheia’s destination lay in the Indian Ocean, so our journey took us down the west coast of Africa.

We found enough deserted beaches on the way, and took time out to bask in the sun. Each time we dried out, Amatheia and I regained our legs, but Pearl it seemed did not. She didn’t mind though. She was happy enough in her new life, and once we reached the atoll in Chagos Archipelago, she seemed happy enough to join a colony of mermaids whose great pleasures included sunning themselves, swimming about in the clear blue water, and decorating themselves and one another with the beautiful shells and corals they found strewn about the place.

A life of ease and delight to repay the years of hard work and misery. We didn’t begrudge her the choice she made, and we enjoyed a vacation of our own, sharing the sea with others of our kind, but also setting ourselves apart and tracing the deserted beaches with our footprints.

Our first foray into the land had been successful enough, but it had come so close to going wrong. We discussed what we had learned and came up with a plan of action to improve our chances for the next.

We asked among the mermaids, all of them former mariners, and identified the possible locations of a number of wrecked ships that might afford us a reliable source of wealth. Acting on the information we were given, we investigated each. Many were little more than rumors, or had already been plundered, but we found enough to make ourselves very wealthy in the eyes of the world. The money meant little enough to us, but it provided us better means for survival in our excursions.

In some of the wrecks we found clothing in good enough condition that it could be cleaned, mended and used again. Once repaired, we wrapped it in oilskins, which we also reclaimed from the lost vessels.

We must have looked something of a sight the next time we walked into civilization. Both Amatheia and I had some experience with a needle, but repairing the tough canvas of a sail is a wholly different skill from mending fine clothes. We did well enough, I would say, but between our wild hair and somewhat shabby clothing, we turned a great many heads.

Fortunately, it has ever been a part of human nature to forgive the eccentricities of the wealthy, and between my noble manners and the gold we had recovered from the sea bed, we were able both to assuage any suspicions and to repair our appearances to become more acceptable to those we met.

Once established in society, I sought out my parents. So many years had passed, I almost did not recognize them. They had grieved my death after the ship on which I had served reported back my loss at sea, and it seemed an unnecessary cruelty to attempt to reintroduce myself to them. I was so much younger in appearance than the person they remembered, it would have been all but impossible to convince them of who I was. I left them to their lives and returned to mine.

Amatheia similarly sought out his family, though all he had to show from his search was a genealogy. He had been married with children, and after his disappearance and presumed death, his widow had grieved then remarried, living a long and happy enough life and surviving to see three grandchildren born. Amatheia’s family had expanded through many more generations and was a veritable dynasty, but he felt little affinity for any of them, and was happy enough to leave them to their own devices.

We bought ourselves properties near the sea in nearly every country on the globe with a coastline, and altered them to our needs, each with an underground channel leading from a secret chamber within the house out to the open sea. We bought ourselves a fleet of ships and grew our wealth through honest trade.

Ever on the outlook for those in need, we found them often enough. Buying them from poorer parents, and promising richer ones that we would turn their sons into men if only we might employ them as crew or officers on our ships.

Once at sea, we would take them to the edge of their endurance before swimming alongside and calling to them with our song.

It lasted well enough for a while, then our ships became more renowned for the loss of crew through their encounters with merfolk, and families became less inclined to let us have their children.

The world is ever changing though, and if our experiences had taught us anything, it is one must change in order to survive. Great Britain entered an age of great prosperity, and we reaped in some benefit from that, though business in a man’s world is hard, and we faced many vindictive campaigns from misogynist businessmen. Had we not possessed the sea as a greater resource than most, we might not have survived, but survive we did. In time we learned to hide our own investments behind the faces of respected businessmen, and our persecution eased.

We found more subtle way to bring the needy to a point where our song could meet their needs, and as the years passed into decades and even centuries, we survived war and change, and brought thousands of suffering souls to a place of peace. As more of the world became known, refuges for the merfolk became fewer in number, and we used a considerable amount of our wealth to annex private islands and provide havens for our kind.

An inconvenience of living such long lives is we do, and of never changing, is that we can only remain in one place for a few short decades at a time. We had anticipated this, which is why we bought so much property as soon as we could. By moving from one side of the word to the other, we have avoided awkward questions regarding how well we age, but it is becoming harder as the world grows ever smaller, and I wonder how much longer we will remain undiscovered.

I find the modern age to be something of a mixture of blessing and curse. The technological marvels of this twenty-first century would have been tantamount to miracles or witchcraft in my age, and so much has been achieved in eliminating the drudgery of daily life. There has also been a general move in much of the world towards understanding and acceptance of differences within our kind, whether it be across borders between countries or more subtle division. It means that the need for us in this world is lessening.

By contrast though, I am alarmed at the rate with which the human race is increasing in number, and at the same time appalled at how technology has enhanced the greed of many to bring our planet to the limit of what it can endure. Once beautiful oceans are now poisoned wastelands, and every time Amatheia and I return to the sea, we mourn the loss of so much beauty. Despite our best efforts, the world is dying, and the time has come for us to seek a greater wisdom.

We have put this off for far too long, but there is no sense in waiting for one catastrophic event to goad us into action. The Deep has responded to our needs in the past, and it is my hope that it will do so again. I do not relish the thought of war. I have lived through too many, and with the destructive power present in the world today, we could very easily kill our already weakened planet outright. There has to be some solution though, and we have waited long enough for others to find it for us.

Amatheia and I leave for the ocean tonight. We do not know what answer we may find to our world’s dilemma, but we will not return until we have found one. I only hope we are not already too late.

https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/58628/embrace-mermaid

[metamorphosisoceanus]

Sirens Curse (Mermaid TF)

Ruby could tell something was awry, a cold and clammy sensation in the air setting her nerves on edge. She sent her rose eyes darting left and right, but met with nothing save the calm, lapping waves of the ocean. Still, she couldn’t shake that feeling that this coastline was a dangerous one. She was right to: by staying here, she risked being cursed. A local guide had tried to warn her, to his credit. Unfortunately, he had no real grasp of the English language, and had only managed to convey to the redhead that the island side vista was ‘life-changing’. To a young woman in the prime of her life, the attempted warming had been an irresistible temptation. Her feet shifted on the rocks, feeling their sun-warmed smoothness. Absently, Ruby slid her sunglasses back over her eyes, letting their gray lenses wash out the colors of the world around her. Incidentally, this was the second-greatest mistake she’d make all day. In doing so, she kept herself from seeing the discoloration that was spreading along her body. A faint blue was creeping along her shoulders. The cool tingling along her skin only worsened, and she looked down to the water anxiously. She knew that it would be colder than the sunlit air, but for some reason her instincts told her to dive into its waves. Anxiety welled up in her chest, and she shuffled to the edge of the rocks that dotted the shoreline, her toes curling. The redhead tried to hum to herself anxiously, a tune coming to her mind unbidden. It wasn’t one she recognized, but it helped ease her nerves, beckoning her oceanward. Ruby’s ample chest rose and fell, and she took the step forwards, falling into the water with a delighted gasp. It was warm and pleasant, washing away the unpleasant tingling from before… And accelerating the changes to her body. Small spines forced their way from her thighs and calves, a webbing slipping up between them. Her fingernails lengthened into short claws, though her toes remained unchanged. Perhaps strangest of all was the small, sensitive tendrils that tingled along the back of her arms. Had Ruby noticed, she’d have panicked, but Ruby was too busy humming. The music was coming out faster and stronger, and she dipped below the surface of the water, small bubbles slipping from her nose as the melody grew stronger in her mind. She opened her mouth as if to sing… And inhaled a lungful of water. It was a strange, impulsive decision, and one that left her scrabbling at her throat. Worse, in her panic, she was sucked into a riptide undercurrent. Though the water pulled at her frame, for some reason she kept trying to sing, drowning as the last bubbles of air slipped from her lips. Her sides ached with a sharp pain, one that strangely seemed to sweep from her insides to her skin. Then, it all stopped. Her lungs were filled with water, but she could breathe again. Ruby blinked in shock, slowly looking up and finding nothing but water above herself. For a moment, she thought that she was dead or dying, and that this was all some sort of illusion. Then her thighs clamped together, a sensation so bizarre that she knew it had to be real. The woman looked down to her legs, and screamed as she saw the skin sealing over, as though a zipper was running from her groin to her ankles. Her feet splayed out, stretching larger and wider, becoming a larger, sail-like fin. She kicked her merging legs in panic, propelling herself towards the surface with an uncanny ease. Somehow even her screams were musical, the sound carrying to her ears even underwater. The song graced her ears and they flared out to neat fins that matched her new tail. Fins spread along her hands too, the webbing between her fingers inching up to her new claws. It helped her swim faster, and Ruby burst from the surface with a surprising amount of force, landing on the rocky shoreline. The impact burst her swimsuit’s bottom, and her merging legs ate up the space with ease. She frantically pushed up her sunglasses, curling her new mermaidlike tail and marveling at its rough texture. Her sides burned for a moment, and she gasped with the realization that she couldn’t breathe the air. Her throat solved this with ease, that tingling from before spreading from within her throat to the exterior of her skin. Her lungs filled with air, and water rushed from the holes in her sides, holes she now realized were gills. Somehow she was able to breathe both above and below ground, and Ruby frantically took a gasp of the salty oceanside breeze. Her exhalation came out as an alluring, seductive song, the same tune she’d later use to lure humans to a watery grave—for she was human no longer, and had succumbed to the Siren’s Curse.

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/33059410/

[metamorphosisoceanus]

Waves Of Passion (Man TF Merman)

The boat was sinking and there wasn't much of anything I could do about it. The engine was out and the compartment flooded fairly quickly. The water was coming from a leak in the water jacket surrounding the exhaust manifold and the idiotic builder neglected to put any sort of valve to shut off the engine cooling water. The intake was in the bottom of the boat and the resulting spray got into the electrical panel and the salt water destroyed most of the connections in the box resulting in a lot of shorting out and burning. The shorting blew up the batteries so there was no way to power anything. It took out the bilge pump, radio and everything else; I was dead in the water. Needless to say, I was in trouble. I frantically looked around and discovered the only life raft on board was dry rotted and useless which left only life jackets. Joy. I located a cold-water survival suit in the locker with the life jackets but found it was useless as well; someone had cut the feet out. "Gloria, you bitch." I yelled to the cold gray sky. "Why didn't you just put a bullet in my brain, why make me suffer like this, damn it." It was her style though, suffering. I hope she enjoys the insurance money; god knows I won't enjoy getting it for her. The boat was a rental, it looked relatively new above decks but a quick look in the engine compartment once the flooding started confirmed this was a hulk with a nice paint job. I rented her for a weekend of fishing with a buddy of mine who lives across the bay. Mike and I did this maybe three or four times a year to get away from the daily grind and our wives (or soon to be ex-wife in my case) I would usually motor across the bay and pick him up then head out to the straights and fish for Spanish or grouper out on the jetties. The damned boat sprung a leak halfway across the bay. Rigged to sink most likely, the odds of this happening by accident were astronomical. The marina gets the insurance money for the boat; Gloria gets the life insurance policy cashed in. Nice how that works out, nice and neat, all I have to do is cooperate and die. They will get their wish pretty soon apparently, the water was over the main deck and rushing into the engine compartment hatch. Oh, did I mention the life jackets were useless too? Didn't really matter, the water temperature was around thirty-five or so. I'll last maybe thirty seconds in the ice-cold Atlantic anyway. Hopefully I will pass out before I drown. The thought of drowning really bothered me, I can't think of a worse way to go. Well, except maybe freezing to death in the open sea. Yeah, I think I was having a really bad day. The stern went under and the bow stood on end as I scrambled up the tilting deck to stay out of the water as long as possible. From my high vantage point, I noticed something swimming near the boat. Probably a shark. Good, I wouldn't want to linger any longer than necessary. Probably my wife's attorney trying to get me to sign some papers before I drown. It would be my luck and her style. I watched the dark form swim around the hull a few times then swam away. As the hull flooded, the bow settled back down and I scrambled up to the flying bridge. Soon the boat listed to port and slowly went under. The water came up to my foot and as soon as the cold water hit it, I screamed. It felt like fire, it was so cold. I lost it then, I began crying for help, panicking really. I had crawled as far as I could go, sitting on the radar mast when the water rushed up and covered me. I tried to swim away but the cold water just paralyzed me. I couldn't do much but let the suction created by the sinking boat carry me under. I held my breath and a few seconds later the suction broke and I popped back to the surface. I was shivering so hard I could hardly draw a breath. I treaded water as best I could but the cold and the weight of my clothing was making it a losing battle. Panic had a hold of me as I struggled to remain on the surface, my arms flailing madly, searching for salvation. Each time I bobbed to the surface I spent less and less time there. It was hopeless. I flailed weakly to the surface one last time and drew a ragged breath before exhaustion set in and my leaden arms refused to do more than drift in the current above me as I sank into the depths. I felt the horror of death at that point, knowing I would never see the surface again. My breath grew stale in my lungs as the surface receded. I was so tired and terribly cold, the feeling I was suffocating grew to overwhelm me. That's when I saw a shape swim in front of me. Probably the shark, looking for dinner. A new surge of adrenaline caused me to try to swim away but hell, what was the point? My arms were numb and wouldn't respond and I could only flail with my feet. I started losing the air in my lungs as the urge to breathe hit me hard and my diaphragm began convulsing, forcing me to breathe anything. The body knows it will die for certain if it doesn't get oxygen so it takes a chance since it really has nothing to lose. My burning lungs were forcing me to breathe in the cold Atlantic and I fought it as long as I could. I realized the shape still hovered before me as I drowned. It was dark and blurry so I couldn't see what it was. Didn't matter, it didn't seem to be in any hurry to save me so I didn't care. The air in my lungs was almost gone; I couldn't fight it any longer and resigned to my fate, I sucked in a breath of seawater into my tortured lungs. It burned as it flowed into me, and I coughed, expelling any air that might have been left in a cloud of fine bubbles. I drew in another breath and the feeling I was suffocating eased and I felt better. Drowning didn't seem quite so terrible then as the water washed away the carbon dioxide build up. Of course there was no oxygen so the spiral towards death had begun as I began gasping in the water, desperate for oxygen. I could feel foam forming deep in my lungs caused by mixing mucus, water and blood plasma. My sight began to dim as my arms instinctively reached out, searching for something, anything to save myself. I felt the shape swim next to me just as I lost consciousness, I felt it sting me in the chest. It hurt but I was beyond caring. That is, for about five heartbeats or so. I then suddenly sprang wide-awake. I really couldn't move much but I was conscious and wondering what the hell. I looked around and realized I was still deep under the sea, maybe thirty feet down and sinking rapidly. I then realized I was breathing seawater, the numbness and foam easing with every breath. "Cool dream," I thought as I drifted rather quickly toward the bottom. Not surprising since I had no buoyancy at all with my flooded lungs and waterlogged clothing. That reminded me and I looked down at my chest and saw the shirt was ripped and a puncture mark was leaking a small amount of blood into the surrounding sea. I couldn't tell much more since it was getting darker and my vision was blurry. The wound appeared to be right above my heart. Strangely, there was no pain. I realized then that I wasn't cold either. Odd. I tried to move and found my arms and legs, although responsive, were slow and felt leaden. I looked up at the receding surface and noticed the shape I had seen earlier swimming lazily above me. I was glad I wasn't cold and the pain had eased, the fact I was still alive was a plus too I suppose but the idea of all this in preparation to being eaten muted any joy I might have felt at the time. I was still sinking too. I moved my arms again and found I could flail around a bit so I tried to slow my decent. I tried to swim and found I had some success. I stopped my downward plunge and started swimming for the surface. I didn't concern myself with the large shape that seemed to be following me. I was totally at it's mercy so what else could I do? Maybe I could reach the surface before this poison wore off or started working the way it was supposed to. I swam slowly but steadily, approaching the swimming hulk that was my companion in this odd situation. I watched it as best I could but it swam in an out of my field of vision. I was actually doing rather well and I was perhaps 20 feet from the surface when I felt a presence behind me. I was afraid and tried to swim faster to the surface. "If you fear a predator in the sea, human, the bottom is much safer. It has many more places to hide, they cannot swim under you and the darkness can make it harder for them. Don't worry, if I intended to eat of your flesh, you would be a delightful fullness in my belly as we speak." I froze; the voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. I turned around and saw the source of the mysterious voice. It was the shape that had been hanging around since the sinking. It wasn't very far away but I still couldn't see what it was other than a streamlined shape with a tail. I tried to talk but nothing came out, just water rushing out of my mouth. "Move just your lips human, I can read them well enough. You have no air to speak with." I tried just moving my lips, mouthing out the words, "What has happened? What did you do to me?" "I don't need to read your lips for this one. My name translates to Faith in English, I am a Makurie and I just saved your life. I have venom that does things to humans that allow them to live in the sea. In time you will adapt." "I...I don't understand. Adapt? You mean I will turn into a fish..." "No, you will adapt but you will remain essentially human. The biggest change has already occurred, you can breathe water and not die. Soon your eyes will focus and you will form webbing on your hands and fins will form from your feet." "Why? Why did you do this?” I squinted at this thing called Faith but couldn't really see much. All I could think of was bad horror movies and rubber suit monsters. “Am I supposed to be your slave or something?" "No, you do not understand. You are not a slave. To tell the truth, since I performed the ‘hisoko’ I am forever responsible for you and I am bound by ancient law to make sure you are able to provide for and defend yourself. You will always be dependent on myself or another of my kind, but we will always provide as best we can. I am, in a way, your servant. I chose not to see it that way though." "How do you see the situation then?" I said, moving my lips as I drifted downward again. "We consider it a situation of mutual benefit really. You have a second chance at life and we receive companionship. It is lonely in the sea at times." "I'm a pet then." A look of apprehension must have showed on my face because Faith swam away. Damn, I wish I could see what "Faith" looked like. "No, not a pet, though I could see you thinking that. I hope you choose to stay with me, for a while at least. There are others who would give anything to have you as a "hisokurie" or companion. Humans surviving to become hisokurie are very rare, few fall into the sea near one of us and the timing is very close. I must strike at the moment of drowning but before the heart stops. Before and the venom kills, after is a waste. The surest way is to drag a human underwater and have them drown in your arms so you know the exact moment. It also guarantees the hisokurie will have a very bad attitude so it is rarely done. I considered doing it if you stayed on the surface since the cold would surely kill you before you actually drowned but you sank quickly instead." "Yeah, lucky me," I thought to myself. "So, I am becoming some sort of gill-man, that sounds really strange, will I be able to return to the surface?" I asked Faith, guessing the answer but I wanted to hear it from "Faith." I hesitate to call Faith a she since I had no way of knowing, sounded female though. "The surface is some place you can only spend a short time. Air is not instantly fatal like water was to you; you can breathe it well enough for a short time but when your lungs dry out, you start becoming oxygen starved and you will eventually die a slow death. It is not anything to be concerned about, you will have no need to return to the surface again." "But what about my life, I have a job, a mortgage and--" "Which all ended when that boat sank and your lungs filled with cold Atlantic seawater. You will no longer be able to walk on land before long and if you did return to your home, you would have to live in a tank or pool. Doesn't sound very fun to me." "No way to reverse the venom I take it?" "No, I'm afraid not. It's not a bad life, you will come to find it as rich and interesting as the one you left, perhaps more so." "I will have to take your word for it, I guess. Why can't I see you? You keep moving too much. Another thing, why haven't you asked my name, you told me yours." "Simple really, there is a bond that forms between a hisokurie and their Makurie, it is hard to explain. This bond will last as long as you are with me. You are, unfortunately, not hisokurie yet and it is possible you could die before it is done. If you die with that bond in place, it will cause me a great deal of distress. I save myself pain by waiting. I will not despair your death if you are not yet hisokurie. I will not mourn a stranger." "You bond with a hisokurie and it's death causes you distress? Interesting." "It is quite possible that I could follow you into the silt if you were to die as a hisokurie fully bonded to me." "'Follow me into the silt?' What do you mean?" "I means I would die or there is a good chance that I could, that is why I will always try to insure your continued good health. Makes sure I don't abandon you to the sea I suppose." "Then why do it? Seems awful risky. Your existence tied to another." "It has its benefits, besides it is a very powerful drive to have an hisokurie." "OK, so how long before I become hisokurie?" I looked around at the vast, dark sea and said, "I feel sort of exposed just floating here, is there someplace we can go?" "We can see where your boat landed and seek shelter there until the change is done. It should be complete in a few hours. Just let yourself sink, there is nothing near that will hurt you." I stopped sculling and I resumed my plunge to the bottom. I suddenly felt pain in first my left then my right foot. I reached down and pulled off my shoes and socks, letting them drift away. Fins forming from what were my toes caused the pain. I couldn't see them but I could feel the ridges and webbing as they formed. I also ditched my jacket; I didn't need it any more. "Am I cold blooded now like a fish? I don't feel the cold anymore," I asked as I pulled off my jacket. I didn't hear anything. I waved my arms to get Faith's attention, probably not looking at my lips. "I was distracted, what did you say?" "Am I cold blooded now like a fish? I don't feel the cold anymore," "No, you are not a fish. Fish are cold, stupid things. They are good for food though. You are like me, a water breathing mammal. You don't feel the cold because your body is metabolizing fat into warmth and oxygen until your skin changes and your gills develop properly. The venom dulls the sense of pain while this happens so you do not suffer. Many die because they run out of fat to metabolize or the brain is damaged because oxygen isn't made fast enough. You are well past that point I think." "So, what will my skin be like? Scales?" "No, it will be very much like a dolphin's. Don't worry, it will feel very natural to you." "I'm turning into some sort of circus freak show and the ringmaster tells me not to worry about it." "I don't understand some of your words but I think I know what you mean. This is not a bad thing, human. I did not cause your boat to sink, nor did I drown you. I did save your life though it is vastly different from what it once was but you still live. If it is that awful, I can kill you now so you may continue the short path to your destiny. I can place your body just about where it would have settled if I had not interfered. You can quietly decompose and I can continue on my way." Faith's words shocked me into silence. I thought about it a second or two then said, "Well, perhaps when you put it that way, gills and flippers don't seem so bad. I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound ungrateful." "I am not offended, I merely tell you the truth. You are not the first human who has tasted my venom and I have had similar conversations in the past. I have even killed a human who preferred death to life in the sea. She was insane I think, kept crying out for her god. It took a long time for me to get over that. Slow your decent, we are close to the bottom" I kicked a little with my newly formed fins and held my arms out killing my decent. I noticed the webbing on my hands then; they gave me a lot more power when I used my hands to swim. I wished I could see more than a dull bluish glow from the surface. I guessed we were a couple of hundred feet underwater. I felt the bottom brush up against my fins. It was scary let me tell you. I was really glad Faith was there. I felt something brush my right hand and I jumped. "Sorry, hisokurie. It is only me, take hold of my flipper and I will guide you to your boat, we can rest there." I did and Faith slowly towed me to the wreck. "The boat is on its side. There is an opening near the middle of the cabin? House? I think cabin is right. Anyway, I am taking you there. Take it slow and easy." It was dark but I could make out a shape near us then soon the water turned black and I felt my right fin brush against the deck. I could tell we were inside because the nature of the sounds around us changed. It was pitch dark. "Can you see anything in this murk?" Silence... I guess not. I waved my hands. Still nothing. Frustrated, I tried to think of some way to communicate when a click came from somewhere deep in my chest. Odd, I tried to do it again and I managed a croak. "Ah, I see you are almost done with the change. You now have an air bladder and you will soon be able to speak again. Keep trying, it will come to you." "Grroak... arooooocc.....blaaaath." I sounded like a whoopee cushion in a bathtub. I kept trying for a few minutes until finally I made the discovery I wasn't using my lungs or mouth to talk, but something else, "Heeey Iiiii cccaaaan talllk. Wooow, I cccan talk uunderwaterrr."I was smiling like an idiot then. "You have been talking almost nonstop since you fell in. Sigh, I suppose I will not have any peace now that you can make noise." "Wwass that humor? You tttttrying to be fuunny?" I couldn't help but laugh, which actually sounded like I was drowning all over again. So far she had been as much fun as a root canal, her joke was a surprise. She laughed along with me. For some reason that made me feel a whole lot better about this new life. "Can you see anything in this murk?" I asked again with my new voice. "I can see well enough, it is dark though. It will be night soon and it will be hard for me to see as well. I have other senses so it will not bother me much but I still prefer a nice, cozy place to spend the night. This fits the bill nicely." "Will I be able to see in this? Seems awfully dark." "It depends, I cannot predict how well your eyes will adapt. Others would have. Are you afraid?" "Not as much as I should in this situation I suppose, although I can't help being apprehensive. I'm at the bottom of the ocean with a creature I cannot see, my body changing into who knows what." "I do not wish for you to be afraid, I am here to protect you and there is nothing that can hurt you here. The danger of your transformation is mostly behind you. Your ancestors lived in the sea long ago and your body will remember." I felt something touch my hand then and I realized it was Faith. It felt like a hand and as it enveloped my own, Faith squeezed it slightly. The skin felt smooth, warm and slightly rubbery, not unpleasant, just different. I felt somewhat reassured then, contact made the situation a little more real and a little less frightening. I then felt my hand touch something else, perhaps an arm. Again it felt smooth and somewhat softer than the hand. I ran my fingers over the skin, delighting in it's texture. I couldn't help but wonder if my skin would feel like that eventually. "I really would like to see what my savior looks like," I said as my hand explored this creature. "Oh, wait, maybe this will help." I reached over and pressed the light button on my watch, creating a faint dull blue-green glow. My vision was sharp and I could read the numbers on my Casio "G Shock" watch easily. "I never expected to need the 200-meter waterproofing, but it may come in real handy now." I twisted my wrist and the glow filled the cabin, it seemed far brighter than I remembered. My eyes must have changed significantly. The moment I turned it on, I heard Faith utter a squeak and I caught sight of a shape moving away. "Faith?" "Don't look at me... Please!" "Why? My vision is better now; I can see what you look like. It's just my watch, it lights up, see?" I pressed the button again and the green glow lit up the cabin again. I could see Faith's tail fins but the rest was curled up in a ball. "What's wrong?" "Please... turn it off. I beg you." "What's going on? Why won't you let me see you?" I let the light fade away and moved a little closer to Faith, "Does it have something to do with the bond you talked about?" "No... I mean yes. I... I'm sorry, I lied about the bond. It started as soon as I injected you. I... don't want you to see me... I was hoping you would come to like me before... before..." "Before what? What is going on? I don't understand." "I..." the sound of defeat permeated Faith's voice, "I might as well tell you. I doubt you will let this drop until I do. Hisokurie, I am not human, as you can guess. I was born a Makurie. Our ancestors were the Maku, and they were a very old race that swam the oceans before humans were standing upright. Somehow, long ago, humans left the trees and savannas to live near and in the sea. Our ancestors lived very near each other in the sea and soon we both discovered the other. Your kind forever tied to air, mine tied to the sea but we were attracted to each other and sought companionship. During that time, humans changed so you could spend more time in the sea, you lost your fur, your nose turned down to keep water out. Humans had webbing on their hands like you do now and your toes were longer and webbed too. Time passed and our two peoples did interact and eventually we became intertwined. You changed us much more than you changed yourselves. Our natural venom was the key. At first it was discovered our venom would relax a human enough to allow them to remain underwater much longer if given a very small amount. The venom changed humans over many generations though, it eventually allowed us to take each other as mates and we could even have offspring. These Makurie hybrids eventually overran the Maku and we Makurie replaced them. We were smarter and we had hands where they had fins but we Makurie have the disadvantage of needing humans to reproduce. This was not a problem until the sea grew too cold and salty for you. Your ancestors left their ocean home to live on land. From that time humans forgot about us and adapted a life on land. Thankfully, humans still live near the sea and travel on it and tend to fall in often, allowing us to still reproduce. The venom allowed humans to fully adapt to life in the sea but it has to be given at just the right moment to work. Once adapted, they can live among and breed with us." "Ummm I think I know where this is leading; you planned to have me as your mate? So why do you hide from me?" "I. I am ugly, hisokurie. For a Makurie I am hideous. Humans seem to find me repulsive as well. I have made several hisokurie in my lifetime and all have left for others who are a bit easier on the eyes. One preferred death. I was hoping, I was hoping to seduce you before you saw how ugly I was. I'm sorry." "My god, you know I would have seen you before too long and who knows how I might have reacted." "It was a risk I needed to take, I want children. My people need children, there are so few of us now." "Still, it is not right to do that to someone. Besides, there is only a small chance you could become pregnant from only one try... er it is with humans anyway." "It is the same with us, I was taking the chance. Once is better than none, hisokurie." I thought about this for a while. Here I was at the bottom of the Atlantic with some unknown creature that I assume is female who wants me to father her children. Better yet, she is so ugly she felt she needed to trick me into having sex with her. I have no idea what she looks like but indications are she looks a lot like my wife. My almost ex-wife that is... what the hell, my widow. Not like I am coming back from the dead or anything apparently. She had my curiosity though, I really wanted to see what my watery savior looked like. The way she talked, I figured her to look like a manatee with arms, a squid faced elephant seal or who knows what. (I have an active imagination, so sue me) "Well, you know I won't rest now until I see you, right?" She sighed, "I am not surprised, go ahead then." She uncurled as I pressed the button again. The first thing I saw was her tail. The skin was smooth and it ended in a single flipper something like a dolphin I suppose, I didn't really know. My knowledge of dolphins started and ended with reruns of "Flipper." There was no way to tell the color since everything was green from the watch light. The tail looked muscular and powerful. I shined the meager glow up her body. About halfway, the light died. I fumbled a second or two then pressed it again. I brought the light to her midsection and continued up. I realized her tail merged into what could only be called a very shapely woman's waist. Oddly, I didn't see any sign of her sex organs. The way she was turned I could see she had a very human looking stomach with an innie belly button. I then shinned the tiny light up and its glow caught her breasts. They were very human like though not very large with nipples but no alveoli. I could then see her shoulders and one of her arms. They seemed human enough except there was some sort of ridge of smooth flesh that ran along her arm extending past her elbow. I couldn't tell what it was for until she folded her arm against her ribs and it formed a fin. I gasped in wonder at the elegance of its form. Her hands were very human like and lacked webbing. I brought the light back up and went to her face. As I moved the light, I discovered she had very long hair that formed a cloud around her head. My god, she is a mermaid! So far, Faith had turned out to be rather easy on the eyes I suppose for a mermaid. Not that I had much in the way of previous examples to compare her to, but she was a far cry from the monster I had her figured for. The dolphin-like tail was surprising since every picture I had seen always showed a scaled, fish like appendage with a fish's fin. I brought the light to her face but all I could see was hair. I reached out and brushed it out of the way a little and then I could see her face. I could tell she had been beautiful once, but now her face bore a long scar that ran from her left temple across her left eye over her nose and ended just below her right jaw. The scar was maybe a quarter inch wide and was very prominent on the delicate features of her face. She had a slightly Asian cast to her eyes and her lips were full and sensual. Her hair drifted some and I noticed the top half of her left ear was missing. I couldn't help thinking there had to be something else. I mean, yeah, the scar was pretty bad but not revolting. In fact, it gave an exotic bit of character to a perhaps a too perfect face. I turned off the light. "My name is Duncan in case you wanted to know." "Awful, isn't it Duncan? My first try at making a hisokurie I'm afraid. A cable from a sinking ship struck me as I tried to save a crewman. I was knocked unconscious by it. The pain was unbearable, I couldn't swim very well and I was blind in one eye, I thought I had lost it until the swelling went down. I didn't save anyone that day." "I don't know, it doesn't look that bad to me. I expected something far worse to tell the truth. I can't imagine others would be that repulsed by it." "When we meet up with other Makurie, then tell me that. You don't understand the position you hold now. You are a very rare and you will have your pick among all of us. You are vital to our survival and we all want children. You will be surrounded by the best of us, all vying for your favor. I am actually violating a very ancient law by not bringing you directly to the Gathering. Since night is closing and I have a responsibility for your safety, I can delay until morning in this case. I had hoped... " "You hoped you could seduce me before presenting me to be sold in the market. I don't think I really care for this whole deal here at all. I'm supposed to be some sort of breeding stock to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. I..." "Duncan, you don't understand. There is no money or auctions, no slavery. You are very much like a prince among us, not like a slave or a thing to sell. You will have your choice among all of us. You will see when we get to the Gathering." "Ok, so you say I am not a slave nor a prisoner, then what would happen if I said I did not want to go to the whatever... Gathering? If you say I am free then why must I go there?" "You will get hungry before too long and that is where your food can be found, you will have to go eventually. You can't eat just anything swimming by. You need special food to survive and it must be brought in from many places. This makes you dependant upon us to provide for you. Not to worry, wherever there is a Gathering, there will be food for the hisokurie in the area. Gatherings are permanent places where we Makurie meet to trade and visit with each other, find mates and maybe entice a hisokurie." "Sounds like a human town. You said, 'find mates,' I thought you said you could only have children with hisokurie? Are there mermen?" She laughed, "Yes, Duncan, there are male Makurie, we just can't have children without you. I had a mate before the accident but he is swimming with another now." "I'm sorry to hear that." I said "I'm not, he was a umm, what's the word? Oh yes, a jerk. He was a jerk. I ran him off." "Oh," I said, not really knowing what to say to that. I brooded for a while, taking this all in and trying to sort things out. Apparently life was going to be rather interesting to say the least. That's when it really dawned on me, they were expecting me to have sex. A lot of sex, with a lot of different partners. This made me nervous, they were expecting me to father a lot of children and I wasn't a young man anymore. I was in my mid forties and sex wasn't that big an issue in my life with my work and with Gloria turning my life into a living hell. We hadn't slept together for over a year and I wasn't the kind of guy to run around on his wife. I seem to have fallen into some sort of adolescent sexual fantasy complete with nubile mermaids fighting for me. The problem was I wasn't an adolescent anymore. Talk about performance anxiety. I don't even know if I want to have sex with these umm, people? Can I have sex with them is a better question. What will happen if I can't? Will they let me starve? I worked up the courage to ask Faith after awhile. "Your people.. they want, I mean they expect me too, and I'm not a young man anymore, what if?” She giggled at that, although it sounded more like she was passing gas than a laugh. "Duncan, it isn't a problem, the whole purpose of the venom is to allow you to breed with us, but it doesn't force you to. The desire will come or it will not, there is no forcing. Doesn't mean the females won't try to entice you though. We have no real way of choosing a hisokurie, we can only make them when the opportunity arises. I have saved females in the past, even though they are infertile under the sea, simply out of compassion. There are hisokurie who are not interested in females Duncan, but we honor and provide for them just the same. You have nothing to worry about, you have knowledge and skills which can be just as important as providing children to us. You need to rest now, we will talk more in the morning." I felt a bit better after that, the pressure being off, so to speak. I drifted inside the cabin, eventually finding myself a corner where I settled in and wedged myself so I wouldn't float away. With all that had happened, I really doubted I would sleep at all but soon I was sound asleep. I awoke a few hours later to a full bladder. It was funny, waking up inside the sunken boat in total darkness and breathing water seemed perfectly natural and I didn't even think about it really. What I did think about was taking a pee. I was tempted to just let go there but then I would end up breathing it and so would Faith, I think that would have been rude if not utterly disgusting so I got up and hit the button on my watch. I saw Faith floating there in the middle of the cabin, obviously asleep. Every now and again her tail would slowly move or her hand would gently sway in the water. Watching her for a moment I realized she was keeping herself in one spot with these movements, even as she slept. I looked around the cabin and found the hatch leading outside. I swam out into the dark blue ocean. It was dark but not nearly as dark as it was when I fell asleep, my eyes must have changed more as I slept. I moved away from the entrance a bit and tried to unzip my pants but the damned things were stuck. Not surprising since salt water was really hard on some metals. I unbuttoned my pants then and wiggled them down so I could take a whiz and not have urine trapped in them. I figured it was good enough and let it go. I felt it leave my bladder and travel down the urethra to the tip of my penis and then it all came to a crashing, teeth jarring halt. I doubled over from the sudden sensation and swore silently. I reached down to my penis to pull back the foreskin or whatever to let nature take its course. Imagine my surprise when I reached down and my penis wasn't there. I did feel a vertical slit where Mr. Happy used to be though and was struck by the thought I was now a water breathing female something. Ok, I can deal with that little problem later, but right then I really needed to pee, bad. I could feel my bladder stretching and the pain was unbearable. I called out to Faith as I tried to feel around to figure out how to go to the bathroom before by bladder burst. I cried out Faith's name again as loud as I could, doubling over again in terrible pain. Moments later I felt Faith grab my shoulders with her arm, "What's wrong Duncan?" she asked, her unearthly voice contained concern and maybe just a little fear. All thoughts of modesty evaporated long before then, I said, "My dick, it's gone! I can't pee and my bladder is about to burst!" She instantly used her hands to force my legs to uncurl and then began feeling my groin area with her fingers then found a very sensitive spot and pushed hard causing something to shift. She then put her fingers into the slit and pulled down. Suddenly my erect penis appeared from the slit and Faith let go and moved away. The moment it came free I was suddenly able to pee, and pee I did. I think the level of the ocean rose an inch or two from the volume I was letting mix with the sea. As my bladder drained, I asked, "What the hell happened and what did you do? And ah, thanks." "I'm sorry Duncan, I should have told you about that but being female, I didn't think about it. You apparently had an erection in your sleep that stayed inside. Normally it isn't a problem; the skin is loose enough inside the umm, pocket to allow for that but you can't urinate with it in such a position so you have to pull yourself out. Everything is the same as it was Duncan, it is just protected inside you now." In the dim light I could see her looking at my erection with an expression of lust combined with a wistful longing. She suddenly turned in the water and said, "Now that you know what is going on, I'm sure you will not have any further problems." She gave a small flick of her tail and swam back to the cabin. I looked down at my erection and muttered to myself, "Ya know, you have always been more trouble than you are worth" while I examined my modified privates. I noticed my pubic hair was gone and I could see where the slit parted, allowing my erection to protrude outward into the cool water around me. I poked and prodded and realized there was indeed a sort of pocket in my abdomen where I could fit. I also noticed the middle age pudge I had spend a lot of time at the gym to get rid of was completely gone, I could feel the washboard stomach I had always wanted but never could quite get. She wasn't kidding about my body burning fat, I was cut like an athlete now. Carefully bending my erection I found it would slip back into the pocket easily enough. I then reached inside the slit and pulled it out again. She was right, now that I knew what was going on, it was no problem at all. I tucked Mr. Happy back in and pulled my pants back on. I drifted back into the cabin, noticing I could almost see in the darkness. Faith was curled up in the far corner of the wrecked cabin. I was about to return to my little nook but thought better of it. I looked at Faith instead. I could see she had her hands over her face, curled into a ball. I didn't have to be Makurie to know she was upset. "Faith," I said as I reached out and stroked her shoulder. She curled up a little tighter, "Please talk to me." "What do you want Duncan? I know I'm not desirable to you, I accept that. I have lived with my scars for years and I should be used to it by now. It still hurts though. Leave me alone Duncan and go get some sleep." "Faith, listen to me. I never said you were ugly. I bet neither has anyone else, have they? You think they are just being polite but you know they think it's horrible don't you?" I reached over and pulled her hands away from her face, "The people you have turned to hisokurie haven't left you for another because of your scars, you drove them away didn't you? Couldn't stand the thought of them pitying you, looking in horror at your ruined face. You say it happened while trying to save lives, well if it were me, I would wear it as a badge of honor and dare anyone to say anything about it." I cupped my hand against her cheek and moved her head so she would look at me. I could see her plainly, almost as well as if it were morning. "If you let someone get close to you, they stop seeing the scars and only see the person you are. No one goes through life without scars, Faith, the trick is living with them." Yeah, I know I sounded like a trashy romance novel and all that was missing was me wiping away her tears but, hell, it was the truth. I had seen this sort of thing before. "People back home, usually kids, would pierce themselves, get tattoos and cut their hair all sorts of weird ways. They did it, not to look like freaks but so that they looked different. They want to stand out, not be like everybody else. Surprisingly, it can actually be attractive if worn with confidence, makes them seem exotic, different and even sexy. I bet if you let yourself, you could be one of the most desirable of the Makurie." I moved in closer, "I know I do." I used both hands and guided her face to my lips. I gently kissed her scar, first brushing my lips on her nose then worked my way across her cheek then down to her lips. I pulled back and looked into her eyes. I could see the pain dissolving into confusion and then joy. Honestly, I did find her attractive but I have to admit, the fact I had an erection was the real turn on. It didn't happen very often anymore and by god, I wasn't letting it go to waste. Good thing Faith was there because a passing dolphin would have been in trouble. I again drew her to me and kissed her on the lips, chaste at first then adding passion as we soon lost ourselves to the moment, our tongues mixing and swirling with each other and our hands explored. I was pleased to discover no big surprises above her waist line except for her arms, she was as human as the girl in the back seat of my Dad's '68 Chevy who later became my wife. We broke the kiss and my lips drifted down her throat, kissing lightly and swishing water over her skin. She moaned as I moved between her slight breasts. I took the left nipple into my mouth and sucked and nipped gently. She huddled and pressed my head to her breast, another gurgly moan escaped as I lavished her. Her tail would make small movements, keeping us in one spot as I explored her body with my mouth. I moved from her breasts down the line of her belly, stopping briefly at her belly button. I swirled my tongue around it a few times, feeling it tense as I tickled her. Now let me interrupt the sex scene a moment to explain a few things. I was having a really good time giving her the tongue bath and we all know where this was heading. I was doing this for two reasons, one was the obvious foreplay, the other was the fact I had absolutely no idea how to go about having sex with a mermaid. With a woman, the vaginal opening is directly between the legs and points strait down when she stands. Since Faith was a mermaid, the whole arrangement was a mystery. Hell, I didn't even know if it was in the front or back. Years ago during my first sexual encounter, I was pretty clueless back then but I did at least have a pretty good notion as to where it was located. I was flying blind here. I continued down, licking and nibbling, my hands gliding down her back keeping me from floating away and marveling at the smoothness of her skin. I felt her narrowing waist and gloried in the curves of her hips even if her tail lacked the cleft cheeks of a proper ass. I rubbed and tickled as I went, looking for any sign of her sex. Her backside was well muscled and devoid of anything that marred the smooth streamlined shape of her tail. That left the front side which made better sense anyway. I brought my hand around to her front and began rubbing gently as I went, looking for some indication. I think Faith figured out what was going on and brought her tail up and pressed it against my abdomen then gently guided my head to where she most wanted my attentions. The location was a little lower than what I expected but not much. The remarkable thing was it was almost completely hidden. I felt with my tongue and felt a tiny indention. I followed it and realized it was a slit running vertically about 3 inches or so. I probed it with my tongue and pushed through found several folds of flesh which I lavished with enthusiasm. She in turn doubled over and screamed. I stopped and looked at her because she sounded for all the world like she was in pain. My concern turned out to be completely unfounded when she grabbed my head with both hands and pushed me back to the task. I obliged her and returned my attentions. She began bucking slightly as I spread open the slit with my fingers and licked and nibbled. To my delight I found she wasn't all that different from human except for the very outer lips. As I played with her, she began to swell and unfold like a flower opening in spring. Her juices began flowing in earnest and her clitoris emerged from it's hood, pulsing and throbbing in time as I licked and sucked. Her fluids didn't wash away like a humans would have and the taste was different, not bad, just different. I did this for a few more minutes, letting my hands wonder. I discovered a small bud a few inches farther down her body and felt around it. She shuttered as I swirled my finger gently, rubbing and exploring its outer regions for a few moments then returned to her slit. As I did this, my tongue soon found her vaginal opening and I probed slightly, feeling the velvety texture and her juices flowed copiously onto my mouth. I soon had my finger there, probing and teasing at first, then thrust in and out of her, bringing her to climax. She doubled over and shook, pressing my head against her and her muscles gripping and milking my finger like a starving calf. I was impressed to say the least. As the orgasm faded, I withdrew my finger and slowly licked her a few more times, letting her enjoy the afterglow a few moments. I then stopped and let go of her, floating away a little. I pulled off my clothes and let them drift away while fumbling with trying to get my penis out of its pocket. I was so stiff I couldn't get it to bend the little bit needed to allow it to pop out. Faith saw me and helped me out. She showed me the little trick of pushing down at the top of the pocket which moved the penis down enough to exit the pouch. Damn, I was going to need an instruction manual for that stupid thing. After I popped out, Faith rubbed her sex for a moment then grabbed my penis with both hands and began rubbing up and down my shaft, sending electric shocks of pleasure up my spine as her lubricant allowed her hands to slide effortlessly and pleasurably. She then moved one hand to the base and wiggled her finger inside the slit a little that moved and stimulated my testicles. It was both pleasurable and a little weird since they were inside my body now. She moved them gently from side to side as she pumped my penis, rubbing the small jets of precum onto the tip adding to her silkiness and bringing me closer to my own climax. She stopped just before I lost it, letting me calm a bit before she took me into her mouth and began a slow, methodical pumping, allowing the tip to slide into her throat, her muscles contracting around it, squeezing and sucking. Her tongue would swirl and lick as it moved in and out. Far sooner than I wanted, I felt my testicles tense and I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust into her throat without thinking and exploded in a soul shattering orgasm. I jetted into her and she accepted every drop greedily as she looked up into my eyes. I felt like I had ejaculated a half-gallon or so and I couldn't believe the intensity. Gloria was not too shabby in the sex department, at least when she was interested in it when we were younger but she never could do that to me. I was gasping in the water, letting the burning pleasure flow through me as she slowly pumped, letting the orgasm spend itself. Presently she let me slide from her mouth, a stringy tendril of fluid followed me as I drifted to the sandy bottom, floating languidly in the cool water, my body spent. Laying there relaxed in the sand, recovering from one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I closed my eyes and thought of nothing but the memory of the supernova I had just experienced. Later I felt something settle on me and looked to see Faith resting her crossed arms on my chest, looking down at me with this huge smile on her face, her eyes shining brightly. I returned the smile and said, "Wow, that was amazing! I hope I wasn't too rough." She giggled and said, "No Duncan, I enjoyed your ah... enthusiasm. Of course, I can't get pregnant that way." She stuck out her tongue and licked my nose. "No, I suppose not. I tried not to but the flesh is weak..." I said. "Not a problem, hisokurie. No pressure, remember? Just let things happen as they will." "That's fine with me." Faith settled into the sand next to me, her tail draped over my legs. I turned slightly in the weightlessness and faced her. I put my hand on her belly and idly ran my fingers over her. I took the opportunity to explore the mystery that was her tail, first running my hands down her waist then hovering briefly over her sex. I felt the warm folds with a light touch then moved on. I reached behind her and glided my left hand down the back side of her tail, feeling the smooth muscle and resilient skin. I moved lower until I came to the bud I had found before. I gently touched it, swirling around and exploring. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow and she returned the glance.9 "There are no taboos among us Duncan, if it brings pleasure or babies, it is accepted. I will say though that we are not as sensitive there as humans are so we tend not to. We can try it if you like, I've never done it myself." "Maybe later perhaps, I was just curious. Gloria wasn't interested in it which pretty much made me uninterested too I guess." I continued my survey down the length of her tail, feeling her gentle curves that narrowed to her fin. The fins themselves were horizontal in relation to her body and reminded me of a dolphin. They were stiff and rubbery feeling, like a set of swim fins. I found out that they were ticklish too as I ran my hands over them, taking in their texture. I twisted them gently and turned her over and felt the backside of her tail with both hands. I noticed a small ridge running down it's length, apparently the extension of her spine. I ran my hands up, feeling the muscles under the skin, seeming like coiled wire. I noticed her tail actually started almost to the middle of her back, the flesh melding flawlessly. Her shoulders were muscular but not mannish, her arms had the odd ridge that felt similar to her tail fins although not as stiff. Unfolded they were not all that noticeable but when she put them to her side they formed a fin sort of like a shark. Again I was struck by how beautiful the form was, how beautiful her entire body was. I thought perhaps her otherworldliness would be a problem but it was actually a turn on. As my hands roamed, they eventually found themselves once again fondling her breasts. I reached over and placed my hand behind her neck and pulled her into a kiss once again. As our tongues met and danced, Faith reached down and fondled my erection... dear god, I had and erection. I looked down and sure enough I was standing at full attention. I knew myself pretty well by now and it usually took at least 15 to thirty minutes for me to "recharge" even when I was young and horny and lately it could take hours. Surprised, Faith asked, "What's the problem, Duncan?" "I have an erection!" She looked at it for a second then said, "It's not a problem from where I'm swimming." as she proceeded to rub her breasts seductively. "No, not a problem. I'm just surprised to have one again so soon." She smiled at that, "I think you will find many surprises in your new life, Duncan, most all of them should prove enjoyable." She swam up close and she gently grabbed my stiff member and guided it to her warm folds. I sucked in a sharp breath of brine as I entered her. The first sensation was her warmth, she was almost unbearably warm at first until I grew accustomed. I found out later that although her body temperature was the same as mine, I was floating in 35 degree water and comfortable in it. Going from near freezing to almost 100 was somewhat a shock bordering on pain. We stayed coupled but motionless for a few moments, I was almost to the point of pain and then it eased. She enfolded me in her arms, trapping me against her body. She said quietly as the fire eased, "That is called 'jejehone pah' or 'fire and ice' in English, don't worry, it will pass quickly. I should have warned you, I'm sorry. It is not so much a shock if you keep yourself in the pouch until you are just about to enter. It doesn't happen in warm water thankfully. There are those who enjoy the feeling although to me it must be an acquired taste." "Yeah, quite the wakeup call," I said as the sensation faded from pain to pleasure as I began thrusting slowly, savoring the silky heat of her sex. I slowly built up the intensity as I grew accustomed to the weightless environment. I wrapped my legs around her tail to keep us together while she worked to keep us in one spot, more or less. As our passions built, my thrusts were met by her own insatiable lust. I could feel myself spurt jets of precum occasionally, adding to her slippery juices making everything slide like a well oiled machine. Thankfully our fluids didn't wash away like they would have in my former existence. It was somewhat awkward at first until I became accustomed to the weightlessness. There wasn't too much difference between her and a human female, felt like a silk wrapped piece of heaven as far I was concerned. There was a difference though, since her sex was lower, it was below her pelvic area. That meant she was a bit more flexible and I could vary the angle more than I could with a woman. As our passions heightened, I found her breasts were a bit more accessible so I took full advantage and teased them with my tongue and lightly nipping and pulling at them. She moaned and thrashed in the water so much I was afraid she would buck me off at one point. I just held on and rode her for all I was worth. Considering how soon it had been since I had ejaculated the first time, I was amazed to find I was on the verge of exploding again far sooner than I would have expected. I had never been multiorgasmic and a second round so soon usually meant a marathon session and a sore penis on the rare occasions it happened. That definitely wasn’t the situation here because I felt the tightening and tingling that signaled an orgasm far sooner than I had ever felt before. I dug my heels into her sides and drove hard into her as she also began her orgasm. Once again her muscles pulsed and milked at my member as she climaxed much the same way she had with my finger earlier, sending me into unbelievable ecstasy. Surge after surge of sperm jetted from me in bursts of intense pleasure as my penis sought the deepest part of her, locking me in the rigor of passion. The climax was like nothing I had experienced before. At that point I decided this new life wasn’t so bad after all, especially if there was more where that came from. Once the orgasm faded into a warm afterglow, I opened my eyes and looked at the mermaid floating under me, our bodies still joined. I searched her face and saw something I had never experienced during sex before and it affected me far more than the act itself. It was Faith and the expression on her face that made my heart skip a beat and burned an indelible mark into my memory. It was the most beautiful expression I had ever seen on any living being, a look of absolute bliss and satisfaction. It made Buda look like a crotchety old man with hemorrhoids. That moment and her expression defined the rest of my life and I promised myself I would do everything in my power to see it again. As I looked upon her beauty in absolute rapture, she opened her eyes and gazed up into mine. I don’t know if it was love, lust or a kidney stone but I felt for her in a way that defies description. Her smile melted my heart and it was almost unbearable then, I could only pull her into my arms and hug her in an embrace that went far beyond the body; I felt I was embracing her soul. I kept my promise. I saw it when our first child was born, again when I fathered a child by her closest friend a year later. I saw the bliss in her eyes again when our daughter made her first hisokurie and our son took a beautiful Makurie as his mate and later bring a confused and terrified fisherman into their family and help him make the transition. Again I saw the look when our grandchildren were born and I see it now as I tell her with my failing watery breath that I loved her more than life itself and our forty years together were the happiest anyone could ask for. I did not fear the darkness that was coming, I only regretted not being there when our great grandchild was born in a few months and I will miss seeing Faith’s smile. The cave I rested in was filled with my family and friends, some of the children I had fathered over the years and the several humans who shared their lives with the Makurie as I had. One of the hisokurie was close to me, holding my hand and weeping silently. She was a girl who had committed suicide by jumping into the sea with a chain tied around her waist and had landed almost on top of Faith and I when she sank into the depths almost ten years before. At first Faith was hesitant about saving her because those who sought out death were usually too mentally fragile to make the change to life in the sea. Faith changed her mind though when she saw the girl was no more than twelve and covered with scars from a lifetime of abuse. Once the venom had worked it’s magic Andrea became a part of our family and blossomed into a beautiful woman who we considered as much our daughter as any of our other children. I told her not to cry for me because I was the luckiest person on earth and I told her we would meet again someday. I then asked them all to leave except for Faith. They filed past me, some touching me or squeezing my hand as they all told me goodbye. I was starting to feel something I hadn’t since I had dropped into the sea, I was cold. I knew it wasn’t the water but instead it was death coming for me. Once we were alone in the grotto, Faith glided up to me and settled her body against mine, her warmth feeling like heaven for a moment or two. She hugged me close and held me for a long moment. She could feel my strength slipping away. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. I reached up and stroked her ageless face as life began flowing from my body, the coldness of death gripped me and with every ounce of strength left in my failing body, I asked her, "What happened to your scars? I don’t see them anymore.” The end.

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/263718/

[metamorphosisoceanus]

You’re Becoming A Mermaid (Mermaid TF)

(Transformation Warning: Woman into Mermaid)

     It’s ok, you’ll be alright. I know you don’t want it, and I know you already feel the shivers of it starting. There will be no going back to a normal life after this, everything will be ruined. But that’s ok. Just let it happen.

     I know, your feet hurt. I can see your toes curling, you can’t get them to separate or straighten anymore, can you? And you can’t really open your legs properly anymore, I can tell. Let’s just get off those shorts and panties…

     Don’t worry, nobody can see. It’s just you and me, next to the pool just like the one you’ll be living in for the foreseeable future. Nobody here to make you feel embarrassed, and nobody here to help. You can scream all you want and not a single person will hear or interrupt, I promise. Nothing can stop this.

     You’re going to spend the rest of your life as a mermaid starting tonight, and there is nothing you do can change that. All you can do it let it happen.

     Yes, let it out. It’s starting to hurt, isn’t it? It’ll get worse before it gets better. Your knees are already starting to fuse, you’ll never open them again, never walk again. It’s alright though, your feet are curling even harder, I can hear the bones crunching. It must be unbearable, feeling all this pressure, your body warping and changing violently, every moment in vivid detail, just how I like it.

     Your legs are becoming one big fish tail so fast! Your thighs are already joining, your shins are basically fused at this point too. Yes, I know, it’s agony, I- Oh! That sounded painful. I can’t believe how loud some of your bones breaking and melding together are. But you’re not going to have to legs after this, just one long spine leading into your floppy tail. Most of them aren’t even needed anymore, it’s understandable they’d be snapping and dissolving and twisting into new shapes.

     Ohhh, now this part… look, your vagina… It’s starting to move as your thighs finish fusing, I can see your butt flattening, your rear closing up. Yes, cry out for me as your labia thins, as your clit shrinks away. No need for a sensitive feminine slit anymore dear, just a tight, numb cloaca, only good for laying squishy, slimy mermaid eggs.

     That’s what you’re going to do someday, you realize that? You’ll never hold your newborn baby, all you’ll do is lay eggs, maybe even get to see them hatch. They’ll build up in your womb, and then you’ll go into labor, push them out so a male can come fertilize them. Once every month, the contractions will start, and you’ll lay little squishy shelled babies, one after another, unable to do anything else until you’re empty again. Isn’t that bizarre? So inhuman. But that’s what you are now, dear. Inhuman.

     You’re sweating an awful lot. Oh darling, you’re burning up, aren’t you? You need that water. Come, let me help you, don’t worry about standing or walking. Those are quite impossible now. Trying to drag yourself along in open air will almost certainly kill you now, isn’t that wonderful? You’ll have to entirely rely on others to get anywhere not connected by water. But for now you have me…

     There we go! Doesn’t that feel so much better? I know, you’re changing even faster now that you’re in your natural habitat, it hurts even worse. But savor that pain, dear! Once it stops, the transformation will be over, and once complete, you’ll officially be trapped as a mermaid for the rest of your life. That pain is the sign you still have any humanity left, and once it’s gone, you’ll be strapped as a half-fish freak.

     And make no mistake, you are almost done. Your scales are pushing out now, and goodness me they’re so pretty! Such a bright color, never mind the little bit of blood as they pierce your skin. And with the last of your feet becoming nothing, we can appreciate how well your lovely mermaid tail is coming along; perfect for the sea creature you’ll spend the rest of your life being. Why, the way those things grow in around your new cloaca, you practically can’t see it. Like a special little feminine secret.

     Hm? Why are you crying and arching your back? Oh… oh, the last bit. Yes, it’s been just a few minutes, but once this happens, there’s no going back. Once this last change takes you, this curse is irreversible, this will be your body forever. All the life you wanted to live, all the things you wanted to do, they’re all dust now, meaningless to your new, unchangeable form.

     But you have to help it along. The longer you fight it, the worse that pressure at the base of your tail will get, the more it will hurt. It wants to come out, dear, and you have to let it. Push, just a bit. Puuuush for me dear, give in, let your body be what it’s supposed to be…

     Or you could fight it. Maybe someone can come along. As long as you endure this mounting agony, this increasing torment until someone comes along in the morning, MAYBE they’ll know how to counteract this spell. But it’s unlikely. Far easier to give in. Much better to just let it happen.

     Push for me dear. Let it come out. Let yourself become a mermaid.

     Ahhhhh… there we go. Look at your beautiful tailfin, bulging its way out! And then… AH! So satisfying, as it starts to slowly unfurl, like the petals of a flower in fast motion.

     Look at yourself… a brightly colored tailfin, a womb already filling with fish eggs, an inhuman beast with the face of what used to be a normal person. Perfect. Just how you should be.

     Well… time to get used to your new body. You’ll be in it forever, after all, so you’ll need to come to enjoy swimming. Someone should be here in… oh, eight hours or so. Surely they’ll help in some way.

     Enjoy the rest of your life…

https://d.facdn.net/art/muchbirth/stories/1548202558/1548202558.muchbirth_adventures_of_you__mermaid.txt

[metamorphosisoceanus]

The Aquarium (TG Mermaid-TF)

     The sun began to peak over the horizon; its golden rays illuminating the dreaming town, though not all were sleeping. In front of a large pair of iron gates a person stood alone.

     He was boy in most aspects, having barely yet attained the right to be called a man. He stood there in a hunch; dark colored bags dwell beneath his eyes.

     He yawned loudly and the bitter stench of coffee began to fill the brisk morning air. He inhaled the scent and its focus granting properties began to do their work.

31425.

     He punched those five numbers he had suddenly recalled into a panel that adorned the gate. He waited with an awkward nervousness about him, staring at it, hoping that if he continued doing so for a sufficient period of time they would somehow open. However nothing happened.

     Defeated he looked back to the panel, this time noticing a large green enter button. He stared at it blankly, covering his face with his palm while extending the other hand and firmly pressing the button.

     An LED lit up green as the gates whirred into life. Their facade of being even remotely modern was shattered by the deafening screech of uncoiled metal; he threw his hands over his ears, clenching his jaw in discomfort. After what had seemed like an eternity finally they opened and the now very awake boy began to walk through, making it halfway across the car park they guarded before he heard them begin to move again.      He made his way through the empty parking spaces and towards the main entrance.

     It was a building that looked deceptively small from the exterior, making it difficult for most visitors or tourists to believe it housed a substantial number of exhibits. This perhaps was one of the reasons it looked so outdated. It was no secret that the facility was underfunded.

     Over the years they had reduced opening hours in order to cut costs. Their next step was removing visitor hours during weekdays, as it cost them more to pay their staff than they made from admission fees, leaving just the research and veterinary staff working.

     Considering it was early on a Monday morning; he didn't expect there to be much company. He walked to the front door, which slid open automatically and continued straight into the brightly lit entrance.

     The room was empty, however he could hear singing coming from one of the other rooms.

     The voice belonged to a woman, a young one by the sounds of things. She had a beautiful voice. He followed his ears, leading him down a hallway and into a laboratory on the left. The woman stood with her back to the boy and continued to sing, oblivious of his arrival.

     She wore a white lab coat that extended halfway down her legs and a pair of chucks on her feet. The small piece of her that was visible under her coat was covered in blue denim jeans. She had long curly, brunette hair that sat neatly behind her shoulder extending about halfway down her back. Finally the boy decided to make himself known.      "Uh... Excuse me?" He called, though the woman did nothing.      Confused he advanced further towards her, calling out again and again until he heard the beating of her headphones, hidden beneath her hair and drowned out by her singing. With no other choice he extended his hand and tapped her on the shoulder.      "Aghhh!" She screamed, spinning around and ripping out her headphones in one succinct motion. She seemed genuinely scared for a moment before she recognized his face, lowering her guard, if only by a little.       "Oh, you're just the new kid. Michael, right? Sorry I thought you were someone else..." She said, catching her breath before continuing.      "Wait, why am I apologizing...? What the hell are you doing here?!"      "Uh, sorry. It's my first day as an intern... I have the email right here..." He said, reaching into his pocket and extracting a small letter. The woman took it from his hand and scanned it rapidly.      "Well... You're either really eager or really clumsy. You misread the date. You’re not supposed to start until NEXT Monday." She said, handing the paper back to Michael who read it again, confirming his mistake.      "Oh jeez, I’m sorry. Uh, should I leave?" He stuttered.      "Well we're not paying you and you only need 100 hours work for your course, so it's up to you. You can start today or next week as planned."      "Well I’m already here...so I might as well make the most of it." He replied, enthusiastically.      "That's the spirit!" The woman said, with a zany sense of glee.      "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! It's Erica, by the way."      Erica reached out to shake Michael’s hand. He reciprocated as she grasped his palm tightly, she was deceptively strong for her small stature.      "Nice to meet you." Michael replied.      "I was just about done here anyway, so how about I give you the grand tour of the building?" She asked.      "Yeah, that'd be a nice way to start things.      Erica led Michael throughout the aquarium showing him all the rooms and tanks that the old facility had to offer. He saw the large number of research labs, that were mostly unused and the main viewing area, an outdoor pool surrounded by a semi-circle of large concrete stairs where people could swim with the dolphins should they so choose. Finally they arrived in a room filled with monitors and tapes, on the screens Michael could see the gates where he had come in, as well as the interior and exterior of the aquarium.      "And here we have the security room as you can see we have a ton of cameras set up around the place, sadly we actually need them because..."      "Of that?" Michael interrupted, pointing to a hooded figure on one of the screen, seemingly carrying a can of spray paint.      "Ugh, again Miranda?" Erica yelled into the monitor uselessly as she turned around and looked at the image. She whipped out her mobile phone and pushed speed dial.      "Hello"      "Yes officer it's her again."      "Yes, I'm sure. She's the only one..."      "Okay, I’ll come out and meet you, see you soon." She said as she hung up.      "Is everything alright?" Michael asked.      "Yes it's fine. It's just time for you to go and meet Miranda, our biggest fan.”      They waited for a small while in the monitor room, before they saw the police car pull up outside the gates. Erica opened them remotely and watched as hooded figure began to run, though whoever was under the hood was clearly out of shape, getting tackled by the police officer in a matter of minutes.

     Erica led Michael through the building to the entrance where the cop was waiting, with the taser in hand. Her face was visible now; her hood had fallen off during her capture.

     Underneath was a middle aged, chubby woman, with short black hair. She wore a baggy sweatshirt, tracksuit pants and some sneakers. All of which looked to be about a decade old. As soon as the woman saw Erica she began to yell.      "What you're doing is wrong! Animals shouldn't be kept in cages! They should be free!" She screamed, continuing onto similar rants about animal freedom.      "It's nice to see you too Miranda." Erica said sarcastically.      "Sorry about this James." Erica said to the policeman.

     He was an older looking man, maybe in his mid-40s though his age was deceptive. He was still physically fit as if he was in the prime of his youth. He hand a trim ginger haircut and mustache and wore a typical policeman's outfit along with shiny black leather shoes.      "Oh don't worry about it. My morning routine wouldn't just feel right if I didn't have to catch this one doing something stupid." He replied.      "Now Miranda." He said, speaking directly to her. "This is it okay? You've run out of chances, this is the last fine I can give you, any more and this will have to be settled in court. If you even think about stepping foot on this property again you will go to jail."      "Screw you!" She spat back. "Why don't you arrest HER for animal cruelty?"      James just rolled his eyes.      "Come on, I think you've bothered these people enough for one day. I'm sorry for the disturbance Erica. I hope you have a nice day."      "You too James, thanks again!" She called as he escorted the woman from the property.      "What was all that about?" Michael asked hesitantly.      "She's just some local animal nut job who makes my life hell. She tries to make us release the animals we keep here into the ocean based on the fact that it's ‘Better for them’ to be in their ‘Natural Habitat’ which would be true if the animals we have weren't raised from infancy in our enclosures! If we released them they would die, simple as that. She just refuses to listen."      "I see...and this happens a lot?"      "Every few weeks she usually pops up, but it's becoming so much of a problem she'll get herself arrested soon."      "Okay then." Michael replied      "Anyway. We were pretty much done the tour; I suppose I should find something for you to do...how good are you at scrubbing tanks?" She asked.

~ Later that evening ~      Miranda walked away from the police station in a hastily fashion. She was tired and angry. Angry with that stupid Erica as well as her new assistant, or whatever he was, he was just as guilty as she was.

     Her blood boiled and her heart pounded as she turned a corner into a dark alleyway. She wished she could teach them a lesson, get some revenge and show Erica what it was like when suddenly she was struck with an idea. An evil smile spread across her face like wildfire as she reached into her pocket and pulled out an old mobile phone, her pudgy fingers mashed the keys. She hit dial and placed the phone to her ear, making sure no one was around.      "Hello." A voice answered on the other side, short and to the point.      "Hi, is this Donny? My name's Miranda. We have a mutual friend; basically I’ve been informed that you're the man to talk to about acquiring a particular virus."      "Well then you've come to the right Donny. Did you have a species in mind?"      "Yes, something aquatic, a dolphin if possible."      "I can do that, I can do that." He repeated in a smooth tone.      "Excellent.” Miranda replied.      "Okay, I’ve got it. For maximum coverage you might want to dilute this bad boy in water and you're good to go. I'll meet you in 30 minutes outside the library for the drop, bring cash, $500."      "Of course." She said with another wicked smile.

~ The Next Day ~      Time passed by quickly much like it had the day before.

     Michael drowsily let himself into the aquarium and met up with Erica. He had spent most of his first day cleaning out a lot of the empty tanks putting little thought into why they were empty in the first place. Though during his work on the second day he began to notice something, or rather he noticed the lack of something. He decided to  take his lunch break and ask Erica about it.      "Where are all the fish? Isn’t this supposed to be an aquarium?" He asked bluntly.      Erica sighed as she began to speak.      "Yeah, it's no big secret that we’re running out of money. A lot of our funding was cut when the outbreak hit and more and more people have been inclined to just stay indoors. We had to send most of our research animals to other facilities. Unless something drastic happens then we're going out of business.”      "Well...that sucks."      "Yeah but there isn't much I can do unfortunately. I just have to wish for a miracle."      They finished up their lunch and continued working until it came time for them to leave. The two headed out the gate in unison, watching it shut behind them and walking out under the starry sky. It was an almost perfect evening.      "Stop!" A voice called. The pair spun around, looking for the origin of the sound, though it made no effort to be hidden. The woman from yesterday morning stood in the middle of the road. Michael’s brain scrambled for the name of the woman, though he drew a blank.      "Miranda, what the hell are you doing?" Erica asked, motioning to the water gun Miranda clasped in her pudgy fingers.      "Dealing out justice for the crimes you commit!" She yelled back, pulling down on the trigger and shooting Erica in the face with a blast of the water. She squealed as the water hit her, shivering as it dripped down her skin.      "Okay that's enough!" Michael said, quickly closing the distance between himself and Miranda. He took her by surprise, grabbing the child’s toy from her hand, though she refused to let go.      "Give it up! Just go home." He said, clearly stronger than his opponent.      "You don't know what you're messing with..." She grunted in-between deep breaths. The gun let out a creak as the plastic that held it together began to snap.      "No!" She yelled as it gave way, a wave of water flying into the air as it finally broke, splashing the pair in their faces.      "Ugh, now I'M all wet." Michael sighed.      "What have you done...?” Miranda stammered, taking a step backwards.      "What are you talking about?" He asked, though she said nothing. Miranda turned around and ran, it took her a while, but finally she made it down the street and rounded a corner.      "What a crazy woman. I can't believe you put up with her." he said.      "Yeah I don't know either. Thanks for that by the way." She said, wiping the water from her face.      “Don’t mention it.”

     "Sorry to dash but I’m freezing, so I’m gonna head home and get cleaned up, yeah?" she said, shaken up.      "Sounds like a good idea. I'll see you tomorrow then."      "See you." She said before the both went their separate directions.

     Erica welcomed Michael as he walked in the door for the third time that week.

     Their initial greeting lasted longer than it should have as their gaze met awkwardly before they both broke it off, looking in another direction as they each blushed. They quickly regained their composure, shrugging the event off as Erica assigned Michael some rudimentary tasks to perform while she continued with her lab work.

     Though as they day progressed they seemed to become more and more awkward around each other.

     They both caught each other exchanging sideways glances that lasted a fraction too long and both parties were guilty of more than a few inappropriate thoughts. The behavior between the two become more heated and flirty as their actions spurred one another on further. Seemingly in an instant half the day had past for the pair as they both went to the break room for lunch.      “I’ve been doing this most of my life.” Erica said, making small talk. Michael listened intently, though the urge to kiss her was increasing with each word she spoke.      “I was always interested in animals, so coupling that with the love of the ocean made my career prospects pretty narrow. So I went to college, got an internship and slowly worked my way here.” She continued. As she spoke Michael stood up.

     He made his way over to Erica as a blush spread across her cheeks, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled it gently into his, kissing her passionately.

     Erica gave him no resistance, enjoying the foreign touch of another human. Though this barely satisfied Michael, his body was aching for more. He gently slipped his hand down the front of her shorts and began to tease Erica, who then broke their kiss immediately.       "No...we shouldn't..." She said, her heart still racing. As the words left her mouth she knew they were a lie, a betrayal to her inner desires.      "There's no one around, who would know..." He said, his face mere inches from hers. She could feel his breath on her neck and it was turning her on like crazy. She stepped backwards slowly, but soon found herself pressed against the wall. She looked behind her, finding herself out of options. She turned back around, her eyes meeting his.      Erica's resistance wavered a little; though that was all it took for the lust to creep it's way as it began to change her thoughts.      "Fff.." She moaned, biting her lip. "Maybe...one time wouldn't hurt?"      That was all the motivation that Michel needed as he began to unbutton his pants. He slowly wriggled them down his legs and left them sitting around his ankles. Erica blushed as she saw the throbbing erection that lay within in his underwear. She placed her hand on the bulge, feeling how warm it was. She hooked a finger underneath the waistband and pulled them down, freeing the tip of his shaft from their confines.

     She was soaked, more aroused than she had ever been in her life. The loud drumming of her heart was maddening. She turned around and faced the wall once more. She then bent over, raising her ass in the air as she lifted her skirt halfway up her back while dropping her panties in one swift move. Finally she inched her legs apart; she was ready.      Michael’s underwear was quick to end up with his pants on the ground. His penis throbbed even more, now greeted with the enticing view of Erica’s pert ass and dripping sex. He couldn't take it any longer, he had to have her. He grabbed her ass, pulling her backwards and positioning her so she slid gently over his shaft. Both of them moaned out loud in pure bliss. Their minds began to cloud over as Michael found a rhythm, sliding swiftly in and out of her. Rational thoughts began to fade, giving way to those more obscene. As Erica felt Michael's shaft slip into once more she became fixated on the thought of his penis. She had barely seen it, but had seemingly fallen in love with it, the thick, throbbing rod. Its veiny exterior begged for a moist hole, one which Erica was happy to provide. Her thoughts turned again, drifting to what it would be like to have one, not noticing as her clit began to swell in response. She could just imagine it, grasping her own shaft, feeling it between her fingers as well as her fingers around it.      Completely unaware, Erica’s clit began to grow. A thin jacket of skin began to cover it, leaving but a small slit on its tip. Beneath the skin it grew longer, and wider. Soon it reached two inches long, then five, before stopping at seven. Blood began to flow into it, making the flaccid organ hard as a rock as it sprung to life, bouncing against her chest.      Michael was in bliss. He didn't know why it was happening, but it seemed that with each stroke he took a new sense of pleasure drove deeper into his body.

     He didn't even notice as his testicles began to deflate, shrinking down until all that was left was an empty sack. His penis underwent a similar process, rapidly becoming flaccid and within a few seconds it had fallen out of Erica completely. Still in a haze Erica had thought he'd just slipped out, moaning in displeasure as she waited for his return. Michael then shot his hand to his groin as he massaged his shrinking organ, the head was all that remained, and the foreskin that guarded it had receded back into his groin leaving a small red clit that throbbed intensely. Along his taint a small line began to form, the skin along its side began to puff up before the line split down the middle, revealing the pink, fleshy interior of Michael’s new vagina.

     His hand slid mistakenly between them, a jolt of pure pleasure sparked in his mind, coursing through his body. Erica meanwhile was growing impatient; her lips ached for something to fill them.       "What's taking you so long...?” Erica moaned in frustration as she turned around, immediately realizing the cause of the delay.

      Michael’s penis had disappeared, its place taken by a vagina. Just looking at it filled her with lust. Her penis which she still neglected throbbed in agony, it knew what it wanted and there was no recourse. Her hands drifted down her body, grasping the organ that she subconsciously knew she possessed and began to stroke it. It was every bit as amazing as she had imagined but it demanded more.

      She looked at Michael's pussy staring as his juices flowed over his hand. She walked over to him, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss, his hands falling limply to his sides. She lowers hers as well, guiding them to his thigh, which she promptly lifts, giving her a better angle at his femininity. Nervously she angles her shaft towards his opening; inching closer and closer until it rests there, nestled against his lips.       "That tickles..." Michael mumbles as he looks down, suddenly becoming aware to his surroundings.     "What the hell!" He yells, jumping backwards and tripping on his pants. He falls to the ground, though Erica is right on top him, eyeing his snatch with devious intent.

      ‘Oh god she's going to...’ His mind reels, in a mixture of excitement and fear. He searches for an out, a way to stop her from breaching him though he was drawing blanks. Suddenly he shot his hand out, grasping her penis and instinctively begins jacking her off.

     It didn't take long for Erica virgin cock to convulse, shaking as she shot ropey streams of semen all over Michael’s coat. Erica collapsed down beside him as Michael remained still, both of them out of breath, too exhausted to process what was happening.      "Erica...what the hell is happening to us?" Michael says, after a long pause.      "I...I don't know! The only explanation is that we...we're...infected with the STT Virus.” She said, followed by another silence as the weight of their reality sank in.      “That means that we would have been infected yesterday, to allow for the 24 hour incubation period. What happened yesterday to both of...? MIRANDA! THAT BITCH!" Erica screamed, her sadness suddenly turned to rage.      "That crazy woman with the water gun? But wouldn't that mean that she's infected too?"      "Serves her fucking right!" Erica shouted. "Come on, we're going to pay her a visit.”      "And do what?"      "I'll figure it out when I get there!" Erica yelled in frustration.      "Do you even know where she lives?" Michael asked.      "Yeah, I overheard James one time. Come on she's not far." Erica said.      She stood up, not worrying about her underwear, instead letting her dress fall back into place, concealing the flaccid shaft beneath. Michael stood as well, awkwardly picking up his underwear and trousers. He fastened them to his waist with his belt, finding that he now needed to use another notch to tie them up comfortably. He discarded his lab coat, due to the stain Erica left on the front and followed her to her car, unsure of how to process things.      It was a short drive to Miranda's house. She lived away from the city center, in a small suburban area down a long driveway. Her house seemed to match her personality, dirty, and more than a little messed up.

      Erica marched to the door, banging loudly on the wooden frame. No answer. She immediately jiggled the handle and smiled as it pushed open with ease.      "Are you sure we should be doing this...?" Michael asked hesitantly.      "Just be quiet! We don't want to alarm her."      They stepped inside and looked around. The place looked worse on the inside then it did on the outside, a complete mess, with photos of activist campaigns and scraps of old newspaper lying around. They took a moment to listen, when they heard a low pitch moan followed by some splashing sounds come from down the hall.

     Following Erica's lead they made their way down to the source of the noise, and walked into what appeared to be a bathroom. Inside they found what they were looking for, Miranda.

     Though she wasn’t the Miranda they were used to seeing. She had stripped naked, gotten into her bathtub and had begun masturbating in a wild fashion, a sight most would find repulsing. Her skin had darkened considerably, having become more grey than tan, her eyes seemed to have grown larger and her iris’ were a deep black.      "So it was you..." Erica mutters as she looks at Miranda's changed form. Miranda thrashes in the bath tub, surprised. She turns her large body around in the water to address their presence.      "Oh. It's you..." She mumbles. "I thought you were the police or worse..."      "It's you?! That's how you greet us? After all you’ve done?"      "Yeah well thanks to your intern over there I got infected too!"      "I'm not even going to begin to explain how wrong you are..." Erica said, realizing the futility in arguing with her.      "What the hell is wrong with your lap dog?" Miranda asked, bringing Erica's attention to Michael.      Michael was squirming in his pants, trying to stay as focused as possible though it was proving difficult for him. He felt uncomfortable and at that moment he decided his pants were the main cause of all his problems. They were awkward, confining and felt weirdly sticky.

     Erica and Miranda looked on as a wet spot slowly spread down between his legs. The liquid spread through the fabric, leaving a damp sticky trail in its path. Michael began to clamber at his belt, his now too large pants slammed into the ground. His underwear had drifted down with them, giving Miranda an insight into the nature of his transformation.      "So he's a she now huh?" She said, though Erica didn't hear her. She was entranced by Michael's figure, and curious about the state of his changes. The closer she looked the more aroused she found herself becoming; her erection began to tent her skirt, sticking out obviously for Miranda to see.      Erica walked over to him, examining his pert backside when she noticed something. Around his snatch his skin had begun to discolor, turning a light turquoise, its texture appearing more slippery and scale like.

     She reached out and touched it, running her fingers up to his slit, watching the scales expand as she teased him. Erica spun him around, noticing how much his height had changed. While he used to be a few inches taller than her, now they stood eye to eye. His once nervous gaze was now filled with carnal desire. She reassumed their position from earlier, lifting his now hairless female leg up and positioning her shaft at his entrance. This time he didn't fight it, that part of him no longer existed, instead he chose to welcome it.

     Erica shuffled closer, and Michael’s vagina began to stretch, absorbing the head of her shaft. He moaned loudly as she continued, driving more and more of her manhood into his pussy as they both lost their new virginity.       Michael inhaled even further, feeling his chest tighten and constrict. His nipples stood tall underneath the thin fabric of his shirt as he reeled in delight from Erica’s entry. She backed up and then thrust again; once more his chest began to feel strange.

     Michael paid it little notice, barely realizing that with each second that passed by his pectoral muscles were inflating, growing rounder and more flexible. They continued to grow; pushing against the fabric of his shirt as the rest of his body slowly shrank, leaving him wearing an increasingly baggy shirt.

     Erica meanwhile was staring directly at his chest, watching as Michael’s breasts swelled to large C’s, rivaling her own. She was overcome with an intense attraction to them, mentally willing them to grow larger until finally she wanted to see them in the flesh. She grasped the bottom of Michael’s shirt, lifting it over his head and throwing it to the floor, his breasts came barreling out.

     She took her spare hand and began to fondle them though as it came into view she noticed that her hand had begun to change as well. The webbing between her fingers was stretching out, gaining more and more area between them. She took her hand away from Michael’s breast to look at it closer, only to find that she left behind a small film of slime, the same kind that Michael had running down his legs earlier.      Michael was in absolute bliss, he could feel the warmth of Erica’s shaft radiating inside him, something he never imagined could feel so good. Even as he felt his breasts bouncing against his chest he didn’t regret it. The virus had slowly replaced all such thoughts and replaced them with the longing need for more.

     He loved the feeling that came with the changes, as another piece of his masculinity slowly faded away. He could feel it working away at his face, a familiar tingling slowly spread through his jaw, working away at the bone, making it smoother and more feminine in shape. His Adam’s apple began to deflate, absorbed back into his neck and his nose became smaller on his face. Not soon after he was completely female, inside and out, with little trace remaining of his former identity.      It didn’t take long for Erica and Michael to reach their limits.

     Michael was first to climax. His voice climbed higher and higher, reaching levels near impossible for a regular male before it finally gave out on him. His head flung back in pleasure and his body shook as his new sex clamped down hard.

      After witnessing Michael's final changes and his intense orgasm Erica didn’t stand a chance of lasting much longer. She could feel a pressure, building at the base of her new shaft, growing larger and larger before suddenly erupting; taking her by surprise. She grunted as she felt it travel up her shaft before shooting explosively from her tip, deep into Michael’s folds. They broke their connection and Michael fell back against the wall, sliding downwards in exhaustion. The ground he sat on soon became covered in the strange fluid he secreted as well as the semen leaking out of him. The bright blue scales that adorned his inner thighs sparkled under light, their progressions seemingly halted for now.      Erica was hunched over; her hands were on her knees. She was breathing heavily, though was quick to recover. She glanced over to the collapsed figure of Michael on the floor, before turning her attention back to Miranda, her actual reason for coming.

     Miranda herself was not exempt from the changes either, as a small fin now protruded ever so slightly from the back of her neck. Erica opened her mouth, ready to continue her verbal assault, but no words came to mind.

     The virus had robbed her of all of her hatred towards this woman for infecting her, as it was designed too. In her mind, Miranda had almost bestowed a gift upon her, something Erica would never admit. In the end she shut her mouth and just grunted. She turned her attention back towards Michael who had gotten back on his feet and was already checking out his new body with an uncertain sense of pride.      “Hey Michael, how are you feeling?” Erica asked nervously.       “I’m alright….” He said before placing his hands over his mouth.       “Oh my god is that how I sound?” He continued, seemingly amazed at the change in his voice.      “Yeah… I guess it is.” She replied.      “I sound like… like a…”      “A girl?” Miranda finished, speaking for the first time since their changes. “That’s because you are one now. You less of a Michael and more of a…. Mikaela! Haha.”      “Mikaela?” he said. The name resounded with him. “Yeah, I like that. Mikaela.” he said. His transformation to a female was now mentally complete, matching his new physical state. He had become a she.      “If that’s what you want to be called…” Erica said. Mikaela nodded her head in approval, her breasts bouncing up and down with it.      “Well I’ve seen all I needed to see, let’s go.”      “But what about her?” Mikaela asked, pointing towards Miranda in the bathtub.      “Yeah what about me!” She said.

     Erica thought about it for a moment. She doubted Miranda had any real friends or family. She wouldn’t be missed at all. If she was left here, her transformation would complete, she would have no food and she would starve to death. On the other hand if they were to take her with them, she would need to be brought to the ocean, which was probably where she and Mikaela needed to go as well.        It didn’t take long for Erica to make up her mind. She hated Miranda, for a plethora of reasons not related to the virus, but not enough where she could have comfortably sat and watched her die.      “Fine! I guess we’ll take her along to… wherever we’re going. I don’t much fancy turning myself into VIAL so it looks like we’re going to the ocean to live…”      “No! I can’t!” Miranda cried.      “What?! Why the hell not?!” Erica yelled.      “It’s…I’d die! I have no idea how to survive out there! You’ve gotta take me back to the aquarium; put me in a tank there! Please!” She shouted.      Erica couldn’t believe what she was saying. After all these years of fighting Miranda, all because she believed sea creatures belonged in the sea and now that she faced the same reality she would rather live in a controlled environment.      “Do you even realize the hypocrisy in what you are saying?!”      “….” Silence from Miranda.      “I want to hear you say it.” Erica demanded. She wanted the satisfaction of Miranda’s defeat.      “Fine!” She shouted. “I guess, I might be a little bit…of a…hypocrite.” She said, her voice trailing off towards the end. It wasn’t much, but Erica was satisfied.      “Well hurry up then, get out of the bath and get in the car, we’ll sneak you into the aquarium.”      Miranda stood, the water dripping from her grey skin. As she did the dorsal fin on her back began to grow again, causing Miranda to shudder in delight. She hunched over as it grew, moaning as it finally reached full size. Erica felt a tingling in her shaft, knowing that if she hadn’t just had sex she would be visibly aroused.

     Mikaela got dressed and then she and Erica escorted Miranda outside and into the back of Erica’s car, though in the 5 minutes that it took for them to do that, all of Miranda’s hair had fallen out, leaving a trail along the ground.      “God dammit. She’s changing too fast, we need to go!” Erica shouted. She jumped in the driver’s seat and floored the accelerator, tearing off down the street. She kept a steady eye on Miranda in the back as well as the traffic and speedometer in front of her. Miranda could only watch as her fingers began to morph together, leaving her hand as one big mass. Her arms slowly receded back into her body as they became more rounded and flatter, eventually becoming indistinguishable from flippers.

     She began to moan, complaining about her arousal while she uselessly tried to reach her own sex.

     Mikaela who was in the back was happy to lend a hand though, gently teasing Miranda’s lips as she moaned in pleasure, her voice changing between human moans and dolphin like clicks. Erica rounded a corner sharply, shaking Mikaela off of Miranda; their destination in sight. She grabbed the gate opener and mashed the button, holding her breath as they opened just in time for them to fly through.      “Alright Miranda… let’s go!” Erica said opening the door for her, all the while thankful that Miranda hadn’t changed too much.

     They escorted her through the aquarium, the first time she had likely been there with permission from Erica. She then began to realize how large this place really was, though her pride stopped her from feeling truly remorseful. Finally they emerged at the observation area. It was a large tank, big enough to hold multiple animals in, surrounded by tiered stone seats. A set of stairs slowly wound their way up around the back of the tank, so not to obstruct the view from the seats.      “Well here we are! I suggest you go and get into the main tank right there, just follow the steps.” Erica instructed.

     Miranda turned around as her breasts began to absorb back into her chest, leaving it flat and grey. She nodded before heading off towards the tank, walking up the stairs and crouching down on the edge.

     Erica and Mikaela watched as she tested the water, dipping one foot in followed by the other. She surprised them both when she slid purposefully of the side and into the water below. She dived gracefully under the water’s surface, staying under of as long as she could. Through the sides of the tank they could see Miranda’s lower half begin to change.

     Her legs became conjoined and slowly they filled out. It looked as it her body was extending downwards, absorbing her legs into her new tail. Finally her feet spread wide into two half crescents, becoming tougher and stronger, providing her with a large force to propel herself with underwater. Slowly this too finished and left her with a complete tail fin. She quickly re-emerged from the water, a smile plastered on her face.      “You know…” Miranda called as her face began to succumb to the virus. Her lower jaw extended outwards, bringing her mouth along with it.       “…This might not actually be…” She mumbled, finding it more difficult to pronounce words. Her neck was slowly forcing itself back into place as her view turned skywards. Every second word she said sounded like a loud whining noise, typical of a dolphin.      “…So bad!” She yelled, pouring the last of her humanity into two words, shouting them loudly as her neck finally forced itself back, completing her transformation.

     The new changed Dolphin fell backward into the water. A few seconds passed and Erica grew a concerned look when suddenly it began leapt back up into the air, clicking loudly. Miranda continued to swim around in the tank happily, her transformation complete.      “Well at least I’ll never have to deal with her again. Come on Mikaela, let’s go to the ocean.” Erica said, turning her head to find Mikaela lying on the ground, her pants thrown to the side, pleasuring herself as the scales continued to move down her leg. They covered all the way from her waist down to her knees and they showed no signs of slowing.

     Entranced Erica began walk towards her, her penis standing on its end. She discarded the last of her human clothing and moved to her knees, crawling now, before finally her head arrived at Mikaela’s snatch. Mikaela removed her hands and allowed Erica entry, her tongue lapping ever so gently at her folds. She placed them back on top of Erica’s head pushing harder in response as Erica pleasured her in the right spot.      Erica didn’t notice as she began to excrete the slimy fluid. Even as it made its way down her thigh, coating her entire legs in a matter of seconds. Forcefully they began to close behind her, sealing shut as her skin made contact with itself. Within a minute her legs had joined completely to the knees, a fact that was becoming harder to ignore.

     She stopped eating Mikaela out and turned onto her back, frowning as to why she couldn’t spate her legs. She gasped as saw what was happening. The thin line that separated her legs was disappearing, dissolving under the will of the virus. Her sex had migrated its way upwards and sat just below her abdomen. Her penis had moved similarly and stood just above it, tall and erect.

     Erica thrashed on the ground, however this only served to bring together her thighs and ankles, leaving her feet stuck together at 90 degree angles. She could only watch as the slime continued down her legs, sealing the gap between them, turning them into one massive new limb.     Mikaela took this opportunity to crawl over her body, positioning herself over Erica’s erect member. With a girlish laugh she lowered herself downwards and onto her shaft causing both girls to moan in unison. As she rode Erica the scales that adorned Mikaela’s leg began to spread. They continued downwards, moving onto her ankles and then her feet, where they began to taper off; slowly making its way over edge of her toes, completing their coverage.      As Mikaela squirmed about on top of her Erica’s pleas fell silent. No longer did she wish to run away to the ocean, instead wanting to stay here and just be. She could feel her feet begin to flatten out, stretching outwards and joining together with similar webbing that was affixed to her hands. It didn’t take long before she couldn’t distinguish between them; she now had one large fin attached to the end of her tail which had already begun to coat itself with a familiar slime. Inside her tail she could feel her muscles and bones breaking down and reforming. She no longer had one joint at the knee, but a plethora of smaller joints that allowed her intricate movement and control over her new tail.      The more Mikaela writhed on top of her, the closer Erica was brought to orgasm. She began waving her new limb, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Mikaela who struggled to hold on. She attempted to grasp at the sides of Erica’s tail though it proved too slippery. It was coated in a film of slime and the skin that covered it was rapidly being overtaken by patches of shiny red scales. All she could do was collapse forwards, grasping onto Erica’s chest for support instead. Not long after, Erica came, filling Mikaela once more with her seed and pushing Mikaela over the edge too as she threw her head back in the blissful throws of orgasm. She pulled her hands away from Erica as they contorted in pleasure; the small pieces of skin that lay between her fingers stretched outwards, the rapidly growing webbing soon covered both of her hands.      Mikaela then collapsed on top of her frame, panting there for a moment before she got up, dismounting Erica and observing her new form. Her feet had morphed into a large fin and her legs had merged together, forming a large, long tail. She was just quick enough to catch a glimpse as the last patch of skin faded away from her new tail, replaced instead with a beautiful red coating of scales that shined in the sun. They scales went all the way from the top of her fin to just above her waist, and seemed to be coated with slimy lubricant. Her penis began to retract, sliding gracefully into a new sheath that housed both of her sexual organs, leaving her new tail completely smooth. Her hands had changed, just as Mikaela’s had. They were now sticky and webbed, covered with more slime. From the waist up she was completely naked, her breasts exposed for all to see. Her brunette hair was sprawled all over the ground, messy and tangled. Her eyes were loosely shut and a warm smile hung on her face. She was, for all intents and purposes, a mermaid.      Erica’s eyes suddenly twitched, she had finally come too after her orgasm. She pushed herself up off the ground, sitting upright and looking over her new tail. She experimented with its movements, flicking it left and right, up and down. It took her a little while, getting accustomed to no longer having any knees, but finally she grasped the concept.      “Well…” She finally spoke after a while. “It looks like we’re not getting to the beach any time soon.”      “I could drive us?” Mikaela suggested.      “Take a look at your legs. They’re covered in that slime, not to mention scales. The second they touch each other they’ll fuse like mine did, I bet you.” Erica said. Ignorantly Mikaela tested this, slowing bringing her thighs together.      “Don’t do it now!” Erica yelled, but it was too late. Her legs snapped together like magnets, the slime sealing them up tightly. The crease that separated her thighs began to expand, filling the gaps between her legs. She stood there with a surprised expression on her face, her legs joint to the knees and her ankles spread wide, it looked as if she was trying not to wet herself. Erica couldn’t help but giggle, Mikaela joined in as well, though she suddenly shook, moaning as her vagina began to relocate, creating a small slit on the front of her tail, that hid itself behind some scales.      “Just… try and get into the tank. I’ll do what I should have done from the start and just call…them.” Erica said. Using all the power in her upper arms she dragged herself across the floor, reaching into the pocket of her dress and pulling out a cell phone. She turned it on and began dialing, placing the phone next to her ear.      “Hello?” She said nervously. “Is this VIAL? I have something to report….”      Meanwhile Erica was making her way up the stairs that led to the main tank. It was surrounded by hundreds of seats, meant to house people as they watched the aquatic animals perform tricks.

     Inside the tank sat Miranda, having changed completely into a dolphin. She seemed happy to have company, swimming up to the edge to greet Mikaela with a loud whistle and a few clicks. The higher she reached on the stairs the more difficult it became to keep her legs from fusing, she was only one stair from the top when she couldn’t hold it any longer, she tripped, leaping up onto the platform though falling down in the process. She landed on her ass, giving her full view as her tail claimed the last of her legs. Her ankles stuck together and began forcing her feet so they faced outwards. They clicked into place and then began to flatten and expand until slowly but surely a large fin was left in their place.

     Mikaela marveled at her new tail, deciding immediately to climb into the pool. She shuffled forward until she reached the edge, nervously lowering her tail into the water below. She expected it to be cold but instead it seemed warm and inviting. The warmth spread through her, telling her that this was natural, that this was where she belonged.

     With a shot of courage she leapt from the safety of the platform and dived straight into the pool below. She hit the water with a loud splash, immediately beginning to sink. She waited for a while, trying to swim back to the surface when she realized that she hadn’t learnt how to completely control of her tail. She began to panic, squirming around in the water and thrashing wildly. She tried to use her arms to pull herself up but her new tail seemed too heavy. Her mouth shot open, desperate for air. Mikaela though she was done for when suddenly she inhaled. She stopped moving for a second, pausing with a confused look on her face and tried it again.

Wait! Can I really? Breathe underwater?!

’ She thought, though the answer was apparent. With a joyous sense of glee she kicked her tail instinctively, sending her flying upwards, her head finally breaking the barrier between water and air. Mikaela looked around, and found that Erica had crawled up the stairs, and was sitting at the edge of the pool. She cautiously began to wade over to her clinging onto the side.

     “Holy shit Erica we can breathe underwater!” Mikaela yelled, catching Erica by surprise.

     “Wait, really?” She replied, seemingly caught off guard. “It doesn’t matter anyway; I just got off the phone with VIAL. They’re sending someone to make sure we don’t escape somehow while they figure out what to do with us.”

     As Erica finished speaking Mikaela swam forward and grabbed her arms, pulling her into the water below. She managed to kick upwards and control herself on the surface, much more efficiently than Mikaela had managed.

     “What did you do that foooohhh this feels good.” She moaned, as the same feeling began to spread through her too. Mikaela swam up to Erica and wrapped her hands around her neck. They stared into each other eyes for just a moment before they embraced. They kissed passionately until they felt a spray of water hit them in their faces. They look sideways, finding Miranda, clicking mischievously as she dived back under the water’s surface. “I swear it never ends does it.” Erica sighed.

~ Some time later ~

     “Are you sure this is a good idea?” The man in the lab coat asked nervously.

     “Yes, I believe it is. We’ve already determined that these 3 individuals possess little to no risk to the public and one of them is a marine biologist. Perhaps one day she could even assist in analyzing the infected that fall under her area of expertise.” Replied a second man, much larger and older, His figure commanded respect and it was not often that anyone gave him anything but. He had a deep gravelly voice and sat in an officer chair and had his back to the man in the lab coat, facing instead towards a window that overlooked a bustling city.

     “But keeping it open to the public?” The scientist began.

     “Since this outbreak began the people have been in either a state of denial or fear. By keeping the facility open and allowing people to go and see them personally we’ll be killing two birds with one stone. The public will be able to view those infected under a positive light, which in turn will reflect positively among our organization. Do you see what I’m getting at here?”

     “I think so…what you’re basically saying is that this is one large publicity stunt for VIAL?” The scientist replied.

     The large man smiled. “Perhaps you understand a little too well, ha-ha, but yes, that is effectively what I aim to do. It isn’t as if we’ve had any major breakthroughs, so something like this that reminds the public that we still care is in dire need.”

     “What makes you think they’ll want to be… well, an attraction?”

     “It would be easy enough to force them, simply showing them the alternative would suffice. But if this is going to work, it needs to be on their terms, or at least they need to think it is. Explain to the doctor that her aquarium will likely return to profitability if they stay, which in turn should allow her to continue her research. The boy, or rather girl should stay if only because she has nothing else better to do.”

     “Shall I make the arrangements then sir?” The scientist asked.

     “No… That will be fine. I’ll attend to this personally. He said, dismissing the scientist. He turned around on his chair and picked up his phone.

~ Epilogue ~

     One month had passed since Erica and Mikaela accepted VIAL’s offer.

     How could they turn it down?

     It almost too good to believe! It took a few days for word to spread around, but once enough interest was built the aquarium was officially reopened. That day was the busiest they had ever had on record. Their small town had become a tourist attraction, thanks to both Erica and Mikaela and true to VIALS word the aquarium was profitable again within its first week.

     From within her tank Erica supervised the restoration of the entire facility; it was her dream come true.

     Miranda was in the process of being trained for shows, something she was very good at, clearly retaining some trace of her former human intelligence.

     Erica and Mikaela officially became a couple and are still going strong, despite the fact that their relationship was always rather unique.

Story belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/view/13170817/. I’ve just reedited it and correct some grammar issues.

[metamorphosisoceanus]

Be A Clown (Trans To Mermaid TF)

It was a beautiful spring weekend, perfect for going out and getting some fresh air. On the expansive lawns and rolling green hills that surrounded the Aquatic Genetics Institute, people were picnicking, sun-bathing, and enjoying being alive.

Marina Emmett was enjoying the weather, too. It guaranteed she’d have the lab all to herself.

She would have liked to be out there, too, and she was sure Janet, her long-suffering girlfriend, would like to be with her. But she was close – so, so close. The project she’d been working on for a year, and dreaming of for far longer, was nearly complete.

AGI was a think tank devoted to studying sea creatures and understanding how their biology could benefit mankind. Marina, a doctoral student, wasn’t assigned to any one project, but went where she was needed. She cherished the freedom this gave her, especially since it gave her time to work on her own pet project.

She peered into the small aquarium in her lab, watching the three clownfish within go about their simple lives amidst the swaying tentacles of a sea anemone. She picked up a can of fish food and shook in a few flakes.

“Hey there, Krusty. What’s up, Chuckles. You too, Binky. It’s the big day, and I couldn’t have done it without you. Next time you see me through the glass here, you might not recognize me. Just remember, I’m the person who feeds you…and also talks to you, because she’s been working too hard. But soon, guys, I’ll be done, and I’ll be able to talk to real people and stop bothering you.”

Clownfish lived in small groups, and adhered to a strict dominance hierarchy; there was one dominant female, and one dominant male. If the dominant female was removed, the dominant male underwent a biological change, and became the new dominant female.

Marina had worked tirelessly to isolate the genes that made this change possible. They would have all sorts of applications in medicine and genetics, but the most tantalizing application was one that made her heart race.

Marina was trans. Her colleagues and friends were all wonderfully supportive of her, and she was pleased in the progress she’d made during her transition. The woman she saw reflected in the aquarium glass felt like who she truly was, and that made her happy. Deep inside, however, her scientific curiosity had gotten the better of her. What if she could change her own biological sex?

Obviously, there wasn’t a huge difference between a dude fish and a lady fish; they had one hole, and sex was just a question of what came out of it. Altering a human would be much, much trickier. But Marina knew that fish and humans, deep down, were all just agglomerations of cells – strings of genetic code – clumps of protein…

She also knew that human testing would be risky, of course. But animal testing had been promising, and she was nothing if not brave.

The centrifuge on the lab bench beeped, and stopped spinning. The clownfish DNA serum was ready.

She slipped out of her labcoat and undressed, hanging her clothes on the coatrack and standing naked before the full-length mirror she’d set up.

If this was going to work, she wanted to see everything.

She took one last long look at herself. She was tall and slim, with a pale complexion from her long hours spent indoors. She took her hair out of its loose ponytail and shook her head, sending her frizzy, unkempt brown hair cascading to her shoulders. It did give her a bit of a mad scientist look, which she didn’t mind. She posed a little, flexing her muscles, arching her back, and cupping her small breasts. It was a good body, and it had served her well, but it wasn’t quite what she wanted.

She gave her junk a comforting little pat. “Goodbye, dude. We had some good times together, but it just wasn’t meant to be.”

She pulled the the ampule of serum out of the centrifuge, loaded it into an injector, and pressed the device into the crook of her arm.

“L’chaim.” She pulled the trigger, sending the serum into her veins, and sat down in her favorite lab chair to wait.

She idly drummed her fingers on the armrest as she softly rubbed the sore injection spot. A few minutes passed, and she wondered if maybe she should have brought a magazine.

Soon, however, she felt warm. Very warm.

She was also extremely hard.

“Oh god!”

It was almost…uncomfortably erect. If this didn’t have the anticipated effect, she thought, she’d at least invented the world’s most powerful fish-based aphrodisiac.

Then, suddenly, she felt a distinct upward tug on her testicles.

It was working!

Even as it remained fully, painfully erect, her penis was shrinking and condensing – as she watched, it diminished from its former length to the size of her pinky finger, then a pea as it sunk into her flesh, taking its new position as a clitoris. The sensation was indescribable, but undeniably pleasurable.

The tugging intensified, and before long her testes had slipped into her pelvis, one after the other; each one elicited a small, strangled squeal from Marina. She could feel them travelling into her pelvic cavity until they found their rightful place as her new ovaries.

She was rocked by a strange orgasm – similar to those she’d experienced in the past, yet also wholly different – as her new reproductive system blossomed inside her. Unlike the climaxes she’d experienced in the past, this one was long, and kept hitting her in waves, each one more intense than the last. She finally cried out as her new vagina bloomed, her labia opening up like flower petals greeting the morning sun.

Another wave of heat washed over her as her secondary sex characteristics began to shift. Her breasts swelled up into full handfuls; Marina palmed them and cooed, as her waist narrowed, her thighs and butt thickened, and her pelvis painlessly cracked into a new shape.

“Holy shit.”

She gasped – even her vocal cords had been altered.

“Holy shit!” She yelled again, just to hear her new voice.

Finally, things settled down, and she slumped into her chair, panting with exhaustion. She felt like she’d just run a marathon.

Finally summoning the strength to stand up, she pulled herself up and walked over to the mirror. She looked herself over – her new physique was slim and athletic, but unmistakably feminine. She’d also kept her original height, which pleased her. She leaned into the mirror to examine her face – she was still distinctly herself, but her jawline had softened a little, and her Adam’s apple had disappeared.

She took a look downstairs, and saw a perfectly formed vagina – the one she’d desired for so long. She conducted a quick examination of its soft labia, its delicate folds, and the achingly sensitive clit that had been a penis moments before. She was seized with a desire to try it out and see if everything worked, but she figured she did have to maintain some sense of professional detachment for the time being, at least.

Obviously, she’d have to monitor herself for any long-term side effects, but the experiment had been a rousing success.

Suddenly, her legs went numb, and she fell to the floor.

Coldness washed over her body, and goosebumps started to raise on her new flesh.

She felt an intense pressure in her lower back. Feeling around, she found a strange, smooth protrusion growing out of it, terminating with a soft, flat frill. She craned her neck to get a better look at it.

It was a fish tail, covered in the orange and white stripes of a clownfish. At the moment, it was tiny – about the size of an actual clownfish – but it was growing before her very eyes. As she watched, it pulsed and throbbed with growth, going from clownfish-size to rainbow trout. Meanwhile, her legs were visibly shorter and skinner than they had been, and were atrophying before her very eyes.  

Furthermore, the scales were spreading, creeping up her back and beginning to wrap around her torso, bringing with them a scaled-up version of the fish’s trademark orange-and-white banding pattern.

As impossible as it was, she was turning into a fish – or, hopefully, some kind of fish-person. She was instantly grateful the lab housed a large saltwater specimen tank. Unfortunately, it was in the next room, and her legs were only intermittently responding to her commands. There was no way she could make it there on foot before she started growing gills.

She used her arms, which were reassuringly as functional as ever, to haul herself up in the chair. The coatrack where she’d left her clothes was within arms reach – she grabbed it, and began using it to pull her along, like a Venetian gondolier.

“C’mon, Marina. You can do it.”

As she steered herself out the door, the scales covered her entire torso, and began to spread up her arms. A broad white stripe had formed across her generous new breasts, making it look like she was wearing a bikini top. Meanwhile, her legs were now half their original size, sticking comically out of her full-sized trunk. Their mass had gone straight to her tail, which was now had the length and girth of her thighs.

Where was this going to end? Was she going to turn into a giant clownfish? The fact that she still had arms was probably a good sign, she figured.

She rolled down the hall, a slight incline helping her pick up speed. Totally focused on the task at hand, she didn’t acknowledge that her arms were completely covered in scales, or that they’d started to creep up her neck and spread across her jawline and cheeks.

Her tail had begun to move on its own accord as the nerves in it started connecting and firing – it was as thick as her torso now, and almost reached the floor from her seated position. She tried not to think about it.

Finally, as the itch of forming scales began to tickle her forehead, she reached the main lab, and pushed open the door with the coatrack.

The tank spanned two levels – there was a short flight of stairs to get to the deck around its open-air top.

“Fuck.”

She wheeled the chair over to the base of the stairs, and tried to gracefully pull herself up, but instead fell flat on her face. Her legs were little more than feet, sticking comically out of her pelvis. As she watched, they flattened out and became translucent, forming a pair of fluttering fins.

Mustering all the strength she could, she used her arms to start pulling herself up the stairs. It was hard work– her scaly torso and delicate fins sliding against the corrugated metal steps as she agonizingly pulled herself up step by step. She was thankful she’d maintained her gym membership.

Her tail was fully formed now; it was a powerful, muscular appendage that could probably propel her through the water with ease, but out of the water, it was a big slab of dead weight. It flopped, uselessly, as she dragged it up the stairs.

She lost count of the steps. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, not noticing as her ears opened up into fins, or as webbing spread between her fingers.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, she reached the top. She was close! She was so close she could taste the salty air on her tongue, feel the sea air in her…in her…

Without warning, her lungs collapsed, and gill slits opened up on either side of her delicate neck.

She couldn’t breathe!

She wasn’t going to die here, she told herself. She was going to LIVE.

With ferocious resolve, she pulled herself across the deck, using her new tail to help propel her, even as hypoxia began to darken the edges of her vision. With her last ounce of strength, she felt the lip of the tank and hauled herself in.

Salt water coursed through her gills as she curled into the fetal position and sank to the bottom. The oxygen filtered into her body, gradually restoring her strength. Her slowing heartbeat started to pick up…and up…and up…until Marina’s eyes snapped open and she pushed herself off the bottom of the tank and shot to the top like a rocket.

Laughing madly, she leapt out of the water like a dolphin, feeling the cool air on her scaly skin for an instant, then splashed back down.

She looked at her reflection again – not in the mirror this time, but in the glass wall of the aquarium. She felt around her face, cupping her delicate chin with her webbed hands. Despite her coating of scales and the fin-like ears that poked through her long hair, her top half had stayed largely human. Even her face, where a band of white made her look like she was wearing a permanent Ninja Turtle mask, was still recognizable as her own.

She had to admit it – even for a fish, she was pretty hot.

In fact, she felt very warm. With her body now out of danger, her arousal was building by the moment.

Marina gently explored herself, feeling around where her vagina had been – and there it was, concealed beneath her scales and, aside from a light dusting of orange scales, largely as she had left it.

Thankfully, she hadn’t gone through all this just to end up with a cloaca.

A warm flush came over her cheeks. If anything, it was more sensitive than it had been before. She really had to do something about it.

She hesitated for a moment. She was probably on the surveillance cameras right now. Was she just going to rub one out right here?

“Screw it.”

If anyone asked her about it, she’d just chalk it up to a ‘transformation-induced hormonal surge’. She figured they’d buy it.

She explored the new organ, gently, with one finger, then two, as her thumb softly stroked her clit.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as her body was rocked by the sensation. This was incredible!

As one hand went to work on her genitals, her other wandered up and down her torso, feeling her supple breasts, smooth abs, and incongruously-still-present navel. She’d been reluctant to say it, because she was, after all, a woman of science, but it was undeniable – she was a mermaid. Maybe not a traditional one, with her fully scale-covered body and vertical tailfin, but a sexy one nonetheless. She could lure anybody to their doom in the deeps with her lyrical voice, beautiful face, and lithe body.

Of course, there was only one person she wanted to lure to her doom – Janet. Poor, neglected, long-suffering Janet. Marina thought about her – her short, voluptuous body, her long blonde hair, her crystal blue eyes. Her full lips. The little noises she’d make as Marina worked her magic on her womanhood…

With a melodic cry, Marina came like no human had ever come.

Marina sank to the bottom again, a satisfied smile on her face. She felt a sudden pang of concern as she realized that Janet was probably worried sick about her, however. She frowned, and hoped her voice-to-text app would still work with her phone still in her lab-coat pocket on the coatrack downstairs…

…

Janet was used to this by now. Weekends and evenings alone while Marina toiled in the lab. Interruptions during meals when Marina came up with some amazing new theory in between bites of cannelloni. Mumblings of genetic formulae in her sleep. Janet occasionally got together with the department’s other “science widows” to commiserate. It was, as the dean’s wife had told her, a good life if you don’t weaken.

And it was, really, a good life. Marina was brilliant and driven and selfless. Janet loved her, and only wished she could see her more.

She looked forward to going on food runs to the lab, at least. It was a chance to see Marina, after all.

Today felt different, though. Marina had seemed on-edge all morning, and when she’d texted her an hour ago, she’d told her to “get ready for a surprise”.

“Marina, I’m here! And I got that sushi you wanted!”

The lab was quiet, save for the gurgling and bubbling of its various tanks and aquariums. It was a good thing Janet liked fish.

A voice called out down the hallway. “I’m in the main lab, Janet!”

Marina’s voice sounded strange. More…melodic.

Janet strolled down the hall and entered the lab, which was lit with an eerie blue-green glow by the massive salt-water tank in the middle of it. There was no sign of Marina.

“Marina?”

There was a tap on the glass of the aquarium. A tap from INSIDE the aquarium.

And there, floating in the tank, was an orange-and-white mermaid – half clownfish, half woman.

Or, more specifically, half clownfish, half Marina.

Marina waved. Unsure of what to do, Janet apprehensively waved back.

Marina pointed upwards, and swam up to the top while Janet climbed the stairs. As Janet reached the top, Marina poked her head out, a goofy grin on her face.

“What in the ever-loving fuck, Marina.”

“Sooo…you know how I’d been working with clownfish and their ability to change their gender…”

Janet sputtered. “I…I just can’t believe you’d put yourself in danger like this. You could have died!”

“I didn’t die! It worked!”

“It WORKED? Marina, you’re a FISH.”

“Half-fish. Half-human. Alllllll woman.”

Janet furrowed her brow. “You sound loopy. Like, the kind of loopy you get after sex. What have you been doing in there?”

“There was a, uh, transformation-induced hormonal surge.”

Janet set down the takeout bag and sat down cross-legged on the floor, letting her look Marina in the eye. “So…just let me get this straight. You injected yourself with fish DNA to…basically act as super-HRT. And that part worked.”

“Yep. Goodbye dysphoria, hello euphoria.”

“But it also turned you into a fish person.”

“I prefer ‘mermaid’, and yes. Not ideal, but I feel amazing.”

“And it’s permanent.”

“As far as I can tell.”

“I mean…I want to be happy for you, Marina, but this is going to be a whole thing. I mean, your job, our apartment, your gym membership…those new shoes you just bought…”

Marina rested her webbed hand on Janet’s. “I know, I know, and it wasn’t fair to put this all on you, but I feel good. I feel SO good. Better than I ever have. I look at my reflection, and I see me.”

Marina’s eyes were shining with tears, and so were Janet’s. “God. You beautiful mer-moron. I can’t stay mad at you. Do you still want the sushi? Or is that like cannibalism for you now?”

“Please, fish eat other fish all the time. But I’m hungry for something else right now…what with the post-transformation hormonal surge and all…”

Janet smiled. “Is that a real thing, or do you just want me to try out your new vagina?”

“Also my new tits. They’re bigger! C’mon. It’s for science.”

Janet started to slip out of her sweater. “Well, okay, but you better take notes.”

http://www.docs-lab.com/submissions/2038/be-a-clown

[metamorphosisoceanus]

Catch The Wave (Male To Mermaid TF)

Michael groaned as he rolled over in his hotel bed. He was trying to get a good night sleep after a long day of surfing, but the metalheads downstairs didn't care.

He turned over and looked at the clock. 1:25 AM. Maybe I should go for a walk he thought. Perhaps the hooligans downstairs will have quieted down when I get back.

Michael got out of bed and put on a green t-shirt and demin shorts. He made the journey from his hotel room to the hotel lobby to the sidewalk. Once he was outside, Michael immediately headed towards the beach.

It sure is nice being here without the crowds Michael thought as he felt the sand beneath his toes. He had come to Hawaii for spring break to get away from the stresses of life in Detroit. As much as Michael enjoyed his vacation, he knew he would have to go back home the next day.

Suddenly, Michael spotted a conch shell on the ground. He had heard the stories about being able to hear the ocean through conch shells, and decided to give it a try. Michael picked the shell up and put it to his right ear.

As the sounds of the ocean poured into his ear, Michael suddenly found himself compelled to walk towards the water. Soon, he was walking in the tide until the ground gave way to water. Despite the coldness of the water, Michael felt a burning hotness from within. He discarded his clothes, leaving himself floating nude.

Michael moaned as he felt a tingling sensation in chest, groin, and feet. Suddenly, his legs snapped together like a beartrap. Michael tried to pull them apart, but it was as if an invisible rope was keeping them in place. As he struggled, his feet began to rotate until they had turned a full 90 degrees in opposite directions. It should have hurt like hell, but Michael strangely felt nothing, even as his feet flattened into what looked like a fish's tail fin.

But it didn't stop there. Michael felt a sudden itch as the skin on the sides his legs hardened into teal-colored scales. Even more alarming, the insides of the legs appeared to be melting together, forming a membrane that was quickly covered by the expanding scales. Michael couldn't see it, but he could feel the bones in his legs merging into an extension of his spine. There was no pain, and that unnerved Michael.

Suddenly, the tingling in his chest and groin grew more intense. Michael's genitals began to shrink. The fat from his abdomen seemed to be migrating to his chest and hips, causing them to grow. The hair on his face, arms, and chest fell away while the hair on his head grew down to his hips and turned from blonde to teal. His face reshaped itself into a more feminine form, while his arms slimmed. With a sucking sound, his penis and balls disappeared, leaving behind a perfect vagina. The scales finally stopped at the top of her hips, leaving a v-shape around her mons pubis and vagina. A pair of fins grew from her hips. Her breasts stopped growing at E-cup. Another pair of fins emerged from her forearms, while her ears turned into miniature fins. Finally, two rows of gills opened up on the sides of her torso.

Where there was once a man, there was now a stunning mermaid. She blinked and looked around before it hit her. Her name was Mira, and she had come to the shallows to search for a mate...

Five hours later

David yawned as he stepped out of his car. His shift as lifeguard wasn't due to begin for another half hour, but he showed up early anyway. As he stepped onto the sand, he spotted a figure floating close to the shore. His curiosity got the better of him and he went to investigate. As he got closer, he could see that it was a very pretty girl, but a very strange one. Normal girls didn't have teal hair or fins where their ears should be.

As David got closer, he realized that the girl was totally naked, exposing her ample breasts-and what looked like gills below her armpits. The strange girl was submerged up to her waist, seemingly lost in her own little world. She looked up at him, her bewitching teal eyes locking on to him.

"Hello stranger" she said in a cheery voice. "What brings you here?" David swallowed before stammering out.

"I-I'm a lifeguard." He then pointed at her exposed chest. "Aren't worried about being buck-naked out here?" he asked. The girl shook her head and laughed.

"Why should I be worried about showing off my beauty?" she replied. "My name is Mira, what's yours?"

"David McGruder" replied David.

"Do you wanna come in the water with me David?" Mira asked.

David blushed madly. "I don't see why not" he said timidly. Slowly he stepped into the water with Mira and was soon face-to-face with her.

"Looks like I got myself a mighty fine catch" Mira said in a sultry voice as she pressed herself against David. He could feel scales against his legs and immediately knew what he was dealing with

 "You're a mermaid?" he blurted out.

Mira smiled. "And you thought we were just myths" she said.

Mira put a finger on David's crotch and began rubbing it through his trunks. "You see, we are all biologically female, so we need human males to reproduce." She then backed up and rubbed her vagina. The sight of her bare honeypot made David blush even harder. Mira smirked. "You know, you always leave this particular detail out in your depictions of us" she said. She immediately pulled off his trunks, exposing his hard penis.

"Ooooh, now I know I've got a keeper" said Mira excitedly as she lowered herself in the water so that his crotch was at her eye-level. She immediately took his penis into her mouth and began bobbing her head rhythmically, swirling her tongue along his shaft all the way. After about ninety seconds, David groaned as he orgasmed into Mira's mouth.

Mira took a second to wipe off the cum around her mouth. She then raised herself and began grinding her labia against his cock. "Let me stick it in" moaned David.

"What's the magic word" asked Mira.

"PLEASE let me stick it in!" replied David. With that Mira immediately adjusted her hips and allowed David's penis into her vagina.

Almost immediately David was overwhelmed by waves of pleasure. He had made it all the way to 24 without losing his virginity, and now here he was with a bombshell girl who also happened to be a creature of legend. Mira began to buck her hips wildly, the walls of her vagina seeming to contract and loosen at will as David did his best to keep up with her. "Ah, you're amazing!" shouted Mira. David couldn't believe a virgin like him could please a girl that much, but Mira seemed to be as enraptured as he was.

Finally, after six minutes of vigorous sex, David felt another orgasm coming on. He grunted as his seed exploded inside her eager vagina. Mira immediately collapsed into David's arms. For thirty seconds, they remained entwined, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Finally, she pulled herself off of him. David reached for his trunks, which miraculously hadn't floated away while he was caught up in her.

"It's been nice being with you, but I've got to get to work" David said apologetically.

Mira nodded. "You will come to visit me sometimes won't you?" she asked.

"How will you find your way back her?" David asked.

Mira smiled. "Once a mermaid has mated with a man, we can always find our way back to them" She placed a finger on his nose. "I look forward to spending time with you."

Three days later

"In other news, the search continues for 22-year-old Michael Simeon from Detroit, MI. Simeon was last seen in Honolulu, Hawaii on hotel security cameras. If you have any knowledge about Michael Simeon's whereabouts, please contact his family at..."

[metamorphosisoceanus]

The Experiment (TG, BE, WG, PREG)

“How could my loan have not been approved?” said Josh Waters, covering his free ear to drown out the loud music his sister was playing in the room next door. “I’m in serious debt already. I need this loan to attend classes this semester,” he said, pacing in his bedroom as he spoke into his cell phone.

The music was so loud he could barely hear the college official on the other line. His furniture trembled from the vibrations it caused. Josh reached down and steadied his lamp as it shifted precariously close to the edge of his dresser. “But there must be something you can do!” A pause. “But-”

The line went dead and John lowered his phone. Tempted as he was to throw it into the wall, he lowered it to his dresser and exited his bedroom.

The music grew louder the moment he stepped into the hall. He approached the bedroom next door to his and impatiently banged on the door. It opened, and the music was positively blaring.

“What!?” yelled Gina, his twin sister. She was a slim brunette, much like he was. They would have been near identical were it not for her long hair and feminine curves. But personality-wise, they couldn’t have been any more different.

“Mind turning that down!” Josh yelled.

“What!?” said Gina.

“Do you mind – turning – down – the –!”

“I can’t hear you!” Gina said. With her hands, she signed something akin to ‘ttyl,’ then slammed the door shut in his face.

John felt his body tense. Why did girls have it so easy? Rather than going to college, Gina had opted for beauty school, and his parents had had no qualms with that. Probably because they were certain she would find some dope to marry and take care of her. Between her legs, ass, tits, and hips, Gina had no trouble getting boyfriends.

Deciding it best to take a walk and cool off, Josh grabbed his jacket from his room and left the house. He stopped by the minimart on the corner to buy some gummy worms – his usual therapy. As he paid at the counter, he noticed an Ad on the wall.

Pressed for cash?

Dr. Trish Cornfield is looking for a male between the ages of 18-25 for a long-term gender studies experiment.

$500 just for the consult!

An additional $500 per week throughout the experiment’s nine month duration!

Josh quickly did the math in his head. That was roughly $18,500!

John paid the cashier for his gummies as he struggled to memorize the telephone number on the ad. He then rushed home and called it.

“Hello, yes, I would like to sign up to be screened for the clinical trial please.”

And like that, he had an appointment for the next day.

Dr. Cornfield’s office was only a few blocks away from Josh’s place. It appeared to be a residential house from the outside, with a sign in front of it that said Dr. Cornfield – Genetic Modification. Once Josh stepped inside, he could see that the entire first floor was a medical office. John signed in, and sat in the waiting room, where a few other young men were waiting.

A side door opened, and a man, in his early twenties or so, walked out with a furious expression on his face. As he stormed out of the building, Josh couldn’t help noticing how plump his bottom was, sticking out behind him.

A man seated beside John snorted. “Rejected,” he sang, nodding to the front door as it swung closed behind the plump-bottomed man.

“Actually, that was Dr. Cornfield’s previous subject,” said a voice, and Josh looked up to see a nurse standing in the side door from which the man had come. “His name is Stewart. Twelve weeks in. In his case, the experiment was a failure. This is why Dr. Cornfield needs a new subject. Who is next?”

The man seated beside Josh stood and followed the nurse through the door to the inner office.

Josh thought about the man who had stormed out of the building. If the experiment had failed in his case, did that mean he had done something wrong? Or had the experiment just not suited him? Josh remembered the advertisement.

An additional $500 per week throughout the experiment’s nine month duration!

So if the experiment had failed twelve-weeks in, that meant the furious young man’s $500 weekly payments were discontinued. Josh supposed that would be grounds to be furious. Still, the man must have made $6,000 or so, and that was nothing to sneeze at.

Additionally, the man had looked healthy. He hadn’t developed green skin, hair protruding all over his body, extra limbs, or anything weird like that. He hadn’t had to be wheeled out in a stretcher. The experiment seemed mild. Probably a new drug for anxiety or insomnia or something. Josh wondered if he should act anxious, or sleep-deprived when he encountered the doctor.

If he could get accepted into the clinical trial, if just for a few weeks, that would take a huge weight off his chest. And if he could get through all nine months of the experiment, that would be fantastic.

After only a twenty minute wait, Josh was called in by a nurse, who did a thorough physical, and blood work. Still in the hospital gown, he was then sent to see the doctor.

Dr. Cornfield looked up from a clipboard as he walked into the room. She had long wavy hair, and appeared to be in her mid-fourties. Josh couldn’t help noticing how strikingly pretty she was.

“Please, take a seat.” Dr. Cornfield motioned to a table in the center of the room.

Josh did as instructed. Dr. Cornfield lowered the clip board, and unwrapped her stethoscope from around her neck.

“I was just reviewing your results,” she said, as she pressed the cool diaphragm against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “You are in optimal health. And, though thin, you have the perfect anatomy for this. I think you’re the best candidate I’ve seen.”

Josh’s heart lifted. That sounded like good news. “I’m eager to move forward with the trial,” he said, in what he hoped was a conservative voice.

“It is not a clinical trial,” said Dr. Cornfield. “It is more of an independent experiment. I will be choosing the three best candidates that I screen. Of them, if even one gets past the twelve week mark, that would be a considerable success for me. And if that candidate makes it the full nine months, well – that would be a dream.”

“So what, exactly, constitutes a ‘failure’?” Josh asked.

“It’s not that easy to explain,” said Dr. Cornfield, who was now checking his pulse, though a nurse had already done it minutes before. “It’s really something you would have to experience first-hand.”

Josh thought her response was evasive, but he wasn’t going to press.

Dr. Cornfield went on to explain that if he consented to the experiment, he would be put to sleep and experience a minimally-invasive procedure – that very day – in which an organic hormone packet would be implanted in his abdominal region. The implant would be monitored closely, with weekly check-ins over the next nine months. The goal was to ensure its stability, and see how its presence affected the hormonal output throughout the rest of his body.

The side-effects included weight gain, nausea, dizziness, fatigue, soreness, cramps, and a bunch of other things Josh was sure had just been slapped on the list for legal purposes. Individually, all the side-effects were minor in comparison to the side-effects he had seen on over-the-counter medications. As long as there wasn’t anything like sepsis, cancer, embolism, or brain damage, Josh was on board.

“There can be no backing out,” Dr. Cornfield warned. “If the experiment has not failed by the three month mark, you will have no choice but to proceed. The experiment will take priority over any discomfort.”

Nine months was a big commitment for Josh, but he was absolutely desperate for the $18,000 it paid. Fearing that if he delayed his response he would lose the offer, he keenly nodded. “I’m in.”

Dr. Cornfield seemed extremely pleased by this. She presented him with a stack of forms and looked on as he impatiently signed them, not bothering to read them. He handed them back to her, and she gave him a full-on smile that made his heart race.

Next, Cornfield took his weight and height. At eighteen, Josh was five feet nine inches in height and 140 pounds. As Cornfield measured his body, Josh also discovered that he had a 32 inch waist, while his hips and chest were each 33.

Cornfield put Josh to sleep and commenced with the procedure. It was only an hour later that he was being awoken by a nurse. He felt some soreness on his lower abdomen, but that was all. As he got up and got dressed, he noticed a small bandage just below his navel.

As Josh began to leave the office, he couldn’t help smirking at the dozen or so young men now sitting hopefully in the waiting room. He was stopped at the counter by a receptionist.

“Sir, your payment for today. And you’ll need a new appointment for next week.” Josh couldn’t help staring at the $500 check that was nonchalantly passed to him. “Is Wednesday good? Same time?”

“Yes – it’s perfect!” he said, more enthusiastically than he had intended.

The receptionist smiled at him, and nodded. “We’ll see you then, Mr. Waters.”

Over the next few weeks, life proceeded like normal, except for Josh’s weekly doctor’s appointments, which he made sure never to miss, if just for the $500 payment he received at the end.

They were pretty standard, if a little unnecessary, in Josh’s opinion. Dr. Cornfield would check his vitals, and ask him how he was feeling. Occasionally, she would have him lie back, and feel around his stomach, but that was all. And every week she stressed the importance of him showing up to his next appointment.

It was seven weeks in that Josh began to notice that his pants were slightly tighter on him, particularly in the seat. Had he gained weight? He turned to his side and examined his bottom in his full-length mirror. It did seem fuller. Josh’s thoughts suddenly shifted to the Stewart, the large-assed man he had seen storming out of Cornfield’s office that one time. He had apparently been the previous test subject, on who the experiment had failed at twelve weeks. His bottom had been very large – quite larger than Josh’s was at that moment. Josh vaguely wondered if it could be a side-effect of the experiment.

He lightly shook his head. That was ridiculous. He was sure it was just stress from school work that was causing him to put on weight.

But as the weeks went by, Josh’s ass continued to grow, all the seats of his pants becoming snug on him. He didn’t mention anything during his appointments. The last thing he wanted was for Dr. Cornfield to think he had doubts about the experiment.

In no time, it was the day of the twelve-week check-up for Dr. Cornfield’s three test subjects.

Josh went in that Wednesday, as usual. Since Cornfield had closed off volunteers, he was used to walking right in for his appointment. Today, that wasn’t the case. There were two other guys ahead of him. They were the other subjects.

Josh sat down. He had never met the other guys, and snuck glances at them when he could. Neither seemed particularly interested in striking up conversation.

A nurse opened the side door. “Mr. Andrews?” she said.

As Andrews stood and walked towards the door, Josh was shocked by how plump his ass was. It was possibly plumper than Stewart’s had been, and it stretched the fabric of the young man’s pants to their limits.

Andrews wore an uneasy expression as he followed the nurse inside, and Josh wasn’t sure if he was nervous that the experiment might have failed, or if he was just uneasy about the increasing largeness of his ass.

Josh caught eyes with the last guy in the waiting room. Seated, it was difficult to gauge how plump his ass was – maybe about the same size as Josh’s – but Josh noticed that he had small breasts on his chest in the loose T-shirt he was wearing. Chances were he had always been like that. Right?

“Well, I guess we know what the side-effects are,” said the other guy lightly.

Josh forced a laugh. “Yeah,” he said.

“For $18,000 she can do what she wants to me.” The other guy winked.

“Right.”

“Wilson,” a nurse called.

Wilson got up, and Josh supposed his ass was roughly the size of his own.

So that’s what I look like, Josh thought as Wilson walked inside, his ass full, but not to an extreme degree. In fact, if he gained some weight throughout the rest of his body, Josh was sure it wouldn’t be too noticeable.

“Waters?”

Josh inhaled, and got up. He was nervous. He hoped the experiment hadn’t failed.

The nurse did his physical and blood work, then he was sent ahead to see Cornfield, but she couldn’t have possibly been done seeing the others – unless her encounters with them had been brief ones.

“How are you feeling?” Cornfield asked.

“Good,” Josh nodded nervously. “Really good.”

“Any changes over these past three months?”

Josh shrugged. “Well, I have been eating more than I’m used to.”

“Yes, that’s natural. It’s important to indulge. The implant makes you hungrier.”

“And some…weight gain,” said Josh awkwardly. “Is that also from the hormones?”

“Possibly,” said Cornfield glancing down at her clipboard.

She was being evasive, but again, Josh did not want to push.

Cornfield took his weight, and Josh was surprised to find that he had gained twelve pounds. She also took his measurements, for him to find that he had gained an inch each on his waist and chest, and four inches around his hips, to his astonishment. He glanced back at his ass in unease.

“My, you did put on weight,” said Cornfield, giving Josh a friendly ass-slap that caused him to gasp. She had never been so informal, and so – flirtatious with him. She must have been in a good mood.

“Your hormone levels are looking great. I’m extremely optimistic about you, Mr. Waters.”

Cornfield had Josh lie down, and proceeded with a sonogram to examine the implant, during which she gasped, and absolutely grinned. That must have been good news. She allowed him to sit up and wipe the gel off his stomach, then she hugged him, to his shock.

“It worked,” she said. “You’re the only person who came through.” Josh felt warm and relieved in her hold. He was more than happy to continue collecting his $500 weekly payments.

Gaining some weight wasn’t the worse thing in the world. Who knew, maybe it would stop now that he’d reached the twelve week mark. Josh dropped a gummy worm into his mouth. It was three weeks later, and he had just bought a tub of them, clutching it to his torso as he headed to his room.

“What’s up, fatass?”

Josh reddened, and turned to see his sister standing behind him. “Shut up.”

“How could I, I’m jealous. Between dat ass and those tits.”

“Shut the hell up, Gina!” As she motioned as though she would try to cop a feel, Josh went into his room and slammed the door shut.

Tits? What was she talking about? He walked to his mirror and looked at himself, only then noticing the slight protrusion of manboobs in his shirt. Fuck. He thought of the subject who’d had a similar development. This weight gain was really getting out of control.

Josh turned to his side and examined his bottom. It was bigger than Gina’s now. In fact, it might have been as big as Stewart’s. And it was probably just as noticeable, stretching his pants to their absolute capacity.

Josh was just glad that college students tended to mind their business. No one pointed or gawked at him, and he only got the occasional stare.

Josh bought himself some looser clothes, and did not bring up the issue during his weekly appointments with Cornfield, who always proceeded with the usual physical, and had taken to measuring his waist rather often. Josh barely noticed how the weight snuck on. A few centimeters here. A half an inch there. Soon his usually-flat stomach had become rather bloated.

Eighteen weeks into the experiment, Josh reluctantly stepped onto his bathroom scale. 175. He had gained thirty-five pounds since the start of the experiment. Maybe things were getting a little out of hand. Still, Josh refused to complain. He had consented to it. He was getting paid for it. Maybe if he eased up on the gummy worms, his weight would become more consistent.

“Gina dear, will you pass me the iced tea.” Josh looked up from the refrigerator, and his mother gasped at seeing that it was him. “Oh, I’m sorry, Josh. I just – well, you know that you and your sister look alike.”

Now more than ever. Five and a half months into the experiment, he felt like he was becoming a bloated version of his sister, with smaller tits, and a bigger ass. Even his hips were beginning to get wider, his thighs beginning to rub together. Since the twelve-week mark his weight had skyrocketed. He had quickly put on another seventeen pounds, his clothes fitted, but in an unflattering way. His ass was really filling out, pulling down the hems of his pants, and revealing a few inches of his crack whenever he sat down. His stomach was getting quite round as well, pushing out in the T-shirts he wore, and his manboobs were slowly swelling from As to Bs. Dr. Cornfield had discouraged him from dieting or working out – it could jeopardize the experiment. Instead, Josh spent most of his time studying, or watching TV, feeling fat and lethargic. Now at school, people did stare.

“It’s okay mom. We are twins,” Josh said lightly, forcing a smile. He grabbed a heaping plate of leftover lasagna and began to head back to his bedroom, but was stopped in his tracks when his mother called his name. “Yes?” he said, and he knew what was coming.

His mother urged him to sit down, and what proceeded was the first argument they’d had in a while. It was about his weight gain, of course. It started with her gentle inquisitions about what was going on with him, and concerns about his health. But things escalated quickly, until both were shouting. Josh stormed off to his room, and plopped down in front of his computer, his ass pushing out behind him and dividing his back from the chair. He felt his eyes burn with tears, but blinked them back. It must have been all the stupid hormones.

One day coming home from school, Josh accidentally dropped his keys in the garden out front. Holding his belly with one hand, he bent down to get it, breathing heavily as he dug his hands through the soil. He didn’t notice the way his ass wiggled and bulged in the tight sweatpants he was wearing.

“Damn girl, you’re looking fine!”

Josh straightened and turned around, spotting one of his sister’s old boyfriends. “What?” he said, flushed and panting.

The young man stammered. “Josh? I – uh – well I thought-”

“Gina’s not home,” said Josh impatiently. The other man nodded and awkwardly walked off. Sighing, Josh lowered himself to his knees, and resumed his search for his keys. He was seven months into the experiment, and couldn’t describe his butt as anything but gigantic. Round, plump, and huge. In fact, he was routinely mistaken for a big-assed woman.

His breasts had swelled from Bs to Cs. Perky, full Cs, that stuck out in his shirts, nipples erect, and pointing.

And his belly had continued to push outwards, firm and round. Between his stomach and ass, he was having trouble fitting into the desks at school.

Josh also found himself masturbating now several times a day. Even at that moment, his dick had become erect, and was pushing out painfully in his too-tight sweatpants. He was beginning to fear that his own appearance aroused him in some demented way. He was miserable.

After finding his keys, dropping off his books, and having a snack (a 6 by 6 inch cube of mozzarella cheese 3 inches thick), Josh headed to his weekly appointment. Just the walk there left him uncharacteristically flushed and winded, his ass swaying with every step he made. He was let right in, Cornfield’s star client. Today she did a full physical, listening to his heart, and also his stomach, with her stethoscope. She did a sonogram, seeming extremely pleased by it, then his weight and some measurements.

He was now 225 pounds, with a 38 inch chest, 46 inch waist, and 60 inch hips. Josh was having difficulty getting his mind to wrap around all this.

“My, you’re looking quite swell,” said Cornfield, giving Josh’s ass another playful slap that left it jiggling seconds later. He gawked at her. She seemed pleased as ever with his weight gain, even smirking at his evident arousal. Unable to stop himself, Josh finally inquired about ending the experiment early. “Absolutely not,” Cornfield responded. “Even if I wanted to, the implant cannot be removed until the nine month mark.”

From then she became cool, and finished up with his physical in silence.

Josh went home, feeling distraught. As the weeks passed, he found he was constantly flushed and sweaty, always trying to squeeze into school desks, as the seats creaked beneath his weight. His full thighs pushed together, threatening to tear his pants to shreds. Soon he began feeling weird squirming sensations in his stomach. By the eight month mark, his stomach was huge, like a pregnant woman’s. His hips had swelled out, as his ass pushed out of the back of his pants like volleyballs. He got in trouble for ‘public indecency’ because of the way they bulged from his pants hem as he waddled about.

People took to staring at the marvelous ass straining his clothes, men ogling, and not knowing what to think. By then, his breasts were DDs, cleavage sleek and nipples dripping sweat at any small exertion. His mother tearfully looked on as he grew and grew, his sister’s amusement slowly transforming to shock, then horror, as though he had a disease she could catch.

“What the hell is the matter with you?” she said to him one day. Josh was perched on the couch with all his masses, struggling to find a position that was vaguely comfortable. “You’ve gained like a thousand pounds.”

“A hundred,” Josh corrected her. Still, the weight wreaked havoc on this thin frame. “It’s just this experiment. It’s…” He grunted as his belly gurgled. He rubbed it, not really knowing why. “…almost…over.”

“You’re a freak,” Gina told him what he knew to be true, before she stomped off. He knew she was just worried about him. Gina wasn’t the best at expressing her feelings.

It took all Josh had just to get through the next few weeks. By the nine month mark, he returned to Cornfield’s office, his body flushed and sweaty. His gigantic ass wobbled back and forth as he struggled inside, his belly the size of a woman’s overdue with triplets, and his tits perched upon them, bloated EE-cups, his nipples hard, protruding, and swollen. They were squeezed into the front of his shirt, bubbling over the neckline. His belly was bursting out beneath the abused hem, and his XXXX-large sweatpants were stretched at their seams, just short of tearing to accommodate his massive ass.

At his last check-up the week before, he had been 270 pounds, with a 70 inch waist and 85 inch hips. Dr. Cornfield proceeded with her usual check-up as Josh impatiently waited. She prodded him here and there, sometimes unnecessarily. Finally, as she was wrapping up, Josh spoke, “You said after nine months it would be over.” He breathed heavily, breathless.

“I did, didn’t it?” said Cornfield, looking at his belly fondly. Josh stared hard at her, fearful that she would go back on her word. “You know all this weight won’t instantly disappear,” said Cornfield.

“I know,” said Josh weakly. “I just can’t stand to grow anymore.” He grunted as he felt one of those weird shifts in his stomach.

“Very well. We will induce today.”

“What?” Cornfield pulled out a syringe, and before Josh could stop her, she injected him in the arm. He instantly felt his abdomen tighten. Cornfield helped him recline. “What’s…going on?” he groaned, feeling his ass tighten and push out as Cornfield pulled his legs back in stirrups. “Errgghh!” he groaned as a stabbing pain shot through his stomach. His breasts bloated more, his aching nipples dripping sweat…no…dripping a white fluid.

His hips bulged outwards as something shifted in his stomach. “No…nrrgh….what….what’s happening – errrghhh!” He grunted and twisted, his body pained and pressurized.

“They’re coming,” said Cornfield, his ass swelling more by the moment, flushed, sweaty, and immense. “Push!”

End

Not my story: https://www.deviantart.com/komperaklause/art/The-Experiment-Commission-462249637

[metamorphosisoceanus]

Family Getaway (TG)

Steve beamed brightly as the old SUV pulled into the school’s parking lot. He tugged on his older sister’s arm, pulling her towards the car. Emily just brushed him off, continuing to type on her phone as she followed behind him, getting into the side opposite her little brother. Their dad looked back at them over his shoulder, small wrinkles in the corners of his eyes as he smiled at them.

“You guys ready for some vacation time?”

“Yes!” Steve squealed excitedly in response, Emily only giving a bored mumble and a thumbs up.

“I’m still not sure about this impromptu holiday of yours, Richard,” Hannah, his mother, said with a note of concern, the car driving out of the parking lot.

“Don’t worry about it, honey. I told you this is better than a holiday! We’re basically getting paid to spend a week lounging around a pool. The researcher’s said we’d barely even notice them.”

His parent’s continued arguing as they drove, Steve’s mom not happy with her husband signing their whole family up for some study without really discussing it with her. Steve didn’t really pay attention. The ‘why’ or ‘what’ didn’t matter, he was just excited about going on a vacation. And maybe the study would be fun or involve cool machines or something. His imagination ran wild as they drove, finally arriving hours later at a large metal gate, high walls hiding the rest of the facility. His dad handed the guard a parcel of forms, who briefly spoke into a phone before handing them back and opening the gate.

Driving through, even Hannah finally allowed herself to relax a bit. Grassy hills and shady trees surrounded the large gray building that was presumably the main facility. There was even a large pool area next to a series of small cottages. It looked like a real holiday resort. After they parked they were approached by a scrawny man in a lab coat who greeted them warmly.

“Ah, the Wilson family! We are so pleased you have agreed to join us here! We have been looking forward to your arrival for quite some time. Please, follow me, we want to get you started with the study as soon as possible.” The man turned, indicating they should follow.

“What about our luggage?” Steve’s mom asked, still not sold on being part of some study she knew nothing about.

“Do not worry about that, Mrs. Wilson. Just leave your keys at the reception and we’ll move your things into the rooms we have provided you.”

With that he headed into the building, Richard giving his wife a nervous smile before the family followed him. They quickly passed by the veneer of a luxury holiday resort that made up the exterior of the building and found themselves wandering after the scientist down a series of unmarked grey corridors, passing through the occasional security door on the way. Eventually, they stopped in what Steve thought was a locker room, but with several chambers lining the wall opposite the entrance.

“Right then, here we are!” The scientist indicated towards the chambers. “If you would kindly step into a chamber, one per person, and we will begin.”

None of them moved towards the chamber, the room silent save for Emily’s phone. “I’m sorry, “ Richard asked, his confusion clear in his voice, “I was told you were studying family behaviors or something. What’s with the space tubes?”

“You are correct, Mr. Wilson, this is a behavioral study. The chambers are just for… setting the base parameters. It is all perfectly safe.”

The Wilson family all exchanged glances, Emily only joining in when her dad took her phone from her. Steve was the first to move, excited by the mystery of it all. Once he went in, the rest slowly made their way to their own chambers. Hannah headed for the last chamber in the line before being stopped by the scientist.

“Ah, Mrs. Wilson? Would you mind taking the one next to your son? Thank you.”

She wanted to argue, but she was alone, the rest of her family already in their own chambers, doors shut behind him. She relented and stepped into the one between Steve and Emily, the door sliding shut behind her.

Alone in the empty tube, Steve’s excitement was fading rapidly. There wasn’t any of the cool science stuff he’d been expecting. It was basically just a fancy shower with extra nozzles running down the wall. A speaker crackled to life, the sound echoing in the chamber, followed by a panel sliding open along the wall

“If you would be so kind as to undress and place all clothing and valuables in the space provided. The scan will commence once you have finished.”

Steve thought he heard muffled grumbles coming from the wall separating his and Hannah’s pods, but started undressing as the voice commanded. Once he was completely naked, he roughly shoved his clothing and shoes into the open space on the wall, the panel quickly sliding shut afterward. Completely closed the wall became completely smooth once again, no sign of the hidden recess. He stood uncomfortably in the center of the small room for a while before the scientist’s voice returned, thanking them all for the cooperation, and telling them to remain calm. The procedure was about to begin.

Bright flashes of colored light filled the chamber, going off in rapid succession. Steve rubbed his eyes, spots dancing in his vision. The flashing might have happened a few more times, but it was hard to tell. The lights died down, the chamber returning to its former dull-white lighting.

“Excellent,” the voice crackled. “Now with that out of the way, we can move on to Stage 2. Please remain calm.”

Lukewarm liquid rained down from the roof of the chamber, stinging Steve’s exposed skin as it ran down his body. He pressed his eyes shut, the clear liquid burning at the edges as it ran over his skin. He could feel heavy globs of *something* sliding down his body as the water poured over him. He held his breath, he wasn’t sure it was safe to breathe the stuff in. The liquid stopped after a few seconds, but the warm burning sensation remained on his skin. Hesitantly opening his eyes, he saw the water drain away down the corner of the chamber, blobs of wet brown hair going with it. His eyes widened as he recognized the color, his hands reaching up to confirm his suspicions. His head was completely smooth, all his hair washed away. But it wasn’t just the hair on his head, his entire body was completely hairless.

Steve didn’t really have time to react to this discovery before a loud hiss from the nozzles drew his attention. Following the sound were spurts of foam, grey and clingy, which quickly covered his entire body. He felt the foam cling to his skin, his pores hungrily drinking it in, filling his body with whatever it was. His body started to bulge and bubble, more and more of the foam being sprayed over him. Most disconcerting was the feeling of stretching, Steve’s limbs growing longer as the foam filled his insides. He choked and coughed as it sprayed into his face, the foam forcing its way into his mouth. The sticky foam made it impossible for him to keep his eyes open. It was practically crawling all over him. It hung off his scalp like a grey curtain.

Once his body had finished growing taller, his gangling limbs started to bulk up. He felt the foam crawl down his arms, becoming plump as it made its way down towards his petite-looking hands. The pressure was building in his chest, the foam concentrating behind his nipples. He tried to brush it off as his breasts slowly pushed out. Bigger and bigger until his hands had trouble gripping them. His ass ballooned, most of the remaining foam flowing into it. Steve tried to ban on the door, to get out, but it just sent vibrations through his changing body, the unfamiliar jiggling overwhelming him. His ass finally stopped getting bigger, but by its weight, he knew it was massive. His hips and thighs also filled out, becoming thick and meaty. Steve felt the foam crawl around in his crotch, alien sensations filling his head as it went. When it stopped he felt an unfamiliar emptiness. Steve wasn’t a boy anymore.

Warm soapy water sprayed down from the ceiling, washing away the remaining foam. Steve just stood there, letting the water run over her naked body. After it shut off, there was a blast of warm air that tickled her as it danced across her skin. When the air stopped blowing, she cracked open an eye, hoping it was all over. The first thing she saw were strands long blue hair, still damp from the shower, hanging in her face. Brushing it aside, she looked down at herself, only to find her vision obstructed by two massive breasts. She gasped in shock, guess confirmed. She covered her mouth, the voice coming from it forming a pit in her stomach.

“Thank you very much,“ crackled the speaker, the sudden noise startling Steve so much she practically leaped. The momentum of the sudden motion nearly knocked her over thanks to her new center of gravity. “Please get dressed and exit the chamber. The doors will not open until you are fully clothed.” There was a small *pop* as the panel on the side opened up. Gone were the crumpled t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers she’d put in before the transformation. Instead, there was a neatly folded pair of jeans, a pink blouse, and ballet flats. And on top of the pile was a pair of delicate panties and a large bra. She recognized the outfit, It’s what her mom was wearing when they arrived.

Picking up the panties, she gingerly slid it up her smooth legs until it snapped into place over her flat crotch and bubble butt. It fit perfectly. Next came the bra. It was a struggle at first, Steve cursing she fought with the unfamiliar garment. She blushed when she heard herself, not used to hearing his mother swear. Finally, she had the bra securely in place, happy that it helped prevent some of the swaying. After the bra, the rest came fairly easily. There was a hairband in the space, presumably the one her mom used to tie her hair in a bun, but Steve had no idea how to do that so he just slipped it over his wrist. Fully dresses, the chamber door slid open, releasing the transformed boy.

The scene outside wasn’t what she’d expected. The delay with the bra meant that Steve was the last to get out of her chamber. Now she saw Emily restraining an angry Steve from attacking the scientist. It was very surreal. Her father was just sitting on one of the benches, typing away on Emily’s phone. There was a lot of yelling.

“Calm down, Hannah! Making a scene won’t help!” Emily spoke sternly, visibly angry despite her words. “We can sort this out, I promise!”

“Oh, screw off. This is all your fault!” Steve’s doppelganger shouted in response. “And if I found out you knew anything about this we’re done! You hear me? Done!”

“M-Mom? Dad? What’s going on?” The two froze at the sound of the mature woman’s voice. With a final jerk, the boy managed to free himself from his older sister’s grasp, rushing over to his scared mother’s side.

“Oh, sweetie. What have they done to my baby boy?”

“Mom? Why do you look like me? Why am I a girl?”

“Yes, please,” Emily turned towards the scientist. “Explain to us why I’ve been turned into my own daughter for something I was told was a “Behavioral Study”. And how quickly you can change us back.” The scientist straightened his back before clearing his throat.

“Simply put: the study is to observe the effects on the human psyche after drastic changes to the body of the subject. As you can see we have developed a nanite-based system for rapid alteration to living tissue, but we need to observe the impact such changes have before we can proceed with the project.” The scientist saw the boy wanted to interrupt but cut him off. “We chose the changes based on the greatest disparity between the two parties to maximize the effect. And you are free to leave whenever you wish, but we will only reverse the processes at the end of the week when the study is complete. Now, feel free to stand here and argue if you wish, or, if you prefer, I will show you to your rooms and you can get settled in for your stay at the resort section of our facility.” And with that, the man turned and left. The two parents-turned-children exchanged defeated looks before all four of them followed.

A few days had passed since the transformation. Steve had spent most of her time floating in the pool. She liked the way the cool water numbed her body, dulling some of the sensations she felt whenever she moved too much. The one-piece swimsuit her mother had packed squeezed her body intimately, but that was only really an issue when she was out of the water. A bit away from the pool Emily lay sunbathing on a recliner, still typing away on his phone. Richard hadn’t packed any headgear, so Emily was wearing the big floppy sun hat he brought himself. The sight of it on her father made Steve giggle, her shaking chest making the water ripple outward.

At least Emily was still acting normally. The same couldn’t be said for her parents. Steve’s father had barely left her room since their first day. Her mom told her to leave her father alone, but Steve got worried and went to check on the teenage girl herself. She was about to knock when she heard the sounds her father was making. Recognizing them, Steve spun on her heels and left without a sound. That’s when she decided to go swimming for the first time.

And then there was Hannah. Hannah was Steve’s biggest concern. After his outrage on the first day of the transformation, Steve was sure her mom would find a way to fix this and get them changed back. But when the next morning came, Hannah wasn’t so angry anymore. And as the study went on, he seemed to relax more and more. Then this morning Steve woke up to the sight of her old body doing cartwheels and back-flips on the lawn in front of the cottages. She didn’t know what to make of it.

Steve swam over to the pool’s edge and pulled herself up out of the water. She didn’t really want to get out but she knew she’d start pruning up if she didn’t. The sensation of the cool water rolling down her body and over her curves made her gasp, louder than she liked. Toweling off, she saw Hannah and Richard standing in her doorway leading to the research facility. They were talking to the scientist who’d been observing them for the study. She finished drying off and walked over to see what they were saying. The conversation seemed to wrap up just as she got into earshot, the researcher heading back inside.

“Hey, mom, dad. What was that about?”

The two teenagers looked up at their son.

“Oh, nothing kiddo. Don’t worry about it.” Richard seemed excited, but Hannah was completely relaxed.

“Actually, Emily, “ Hannah pointed at Richard, ”and I were just discussing the length of the study with Dr. Brown. And the compensation for it.”

Steve brightened up. “Does that mean we’re changing back soon?”

“Not exactly,” Her dad was rocking on the balls of her feet, unable to stand still. “We’ve negotiated a deal with them to extend the study for as long as we want! Isn’t that great!”

“WHAT?! No, that’s not great! I don’t want to be my mom for the rest of my life!”

“Why not?” Hannah gave a puzzled look. ”What’s wrong with being me? The rest of us all prefer things the way they are now. Isn’t that right, “Dad”?”

Emily looked up, gave a thumbs up, and turned back to his phone.

“See? All we’re asking is for you give it a chance. Once we’re home you’ll see how great it is being a housewife. And I’ll be there to help you. Just like you’ll be there to help me with all your stuff. Is it really so bad being ‘Mom’ for a bit?”

“I don’t know. I guess I not.” Steve crossed her arms and ran her hands over waist, smooshing her breasts together as she did. She had to admit it felt nice. “Okay, I guess if it’ll make you guys happy I can try to get used to it.”

The two kids wrapped their arms around Steve, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through her wet body as they squeezed her.

“Thanks, Mom!” said Richard, or Emily, or whichever it was now, head buried somewhere in her cleavage.

Her old face beamed up at her. “This turned out to be the best holiday ever!”

Not my story: https://www.deviantart.com/glenradd/art/Family-Getaway-Extended-TG-Story-Request-760915359

[metamorphosisoceanus]

Groceries (TG, AP)

One day Whitney had to pop to the Grocers, she took Alex along with her. Whilst she was there and was browsing, Alex noticed a bunch of apples called 'Selena's Sultry Apples'. They were the reddest apples that Alex had ever seen.

"Mom! Can we please buy these?" shouted Alex.

"Hmm? What ar - No! Sorry baby but we cannot have these."

"Why?"

"Ummm it's because it's ummm. Huuuh okay well they are cheap and they do look nice; come on, time to go."

"Thank you Mum." said Alex. What they didn't know is that Selena was peering through a stack of bananas whilst they were buying them and grinning to herself. When Whitney and Alex got home Whitney started preparing food. "Mom can I have an apple please?"

"Food's gonna be a while so yea go ahead baby."

"Thank you" he looked for the brightest of the bunch and picked it out. He bit into it and found that it was the nicest apple he had ever eaten. Once he had eaten it he threw the core in the bin and sat down to watch T.V. with his mother.

The Next Day Whitney woke up and picked up her phone and checked the message she had received from an unknown number. The message said that it was from the bank and that they were going to be evicted if they couldn't pay up their mortgage by 3pm the next day. "Oh Fuck, it's only $400 but where am I going to get that money from? Shit, I gotta go to the bank!"

Two hours later Whitney and Alex were getting in the car to leave. "Mom I don't feel well" said Alex.

"I'm sorry baby but we've got to go to the bank. How about after we go to the bank we will come home and watch a movie of your choice huh?"

"Ok yea thank you mom" said Alex with a smile appearing on his face. As they were heading to the bank Alex said "Mom, I need to go to the toilet"

"Ah damn it. Ok well there's a public toilet over there, I will pull over now." Whitney stopped and Alex got out of the car and ran to the bathroom. "Do you want me to come in with you baby?"

"Uggh no thanks mom, I'm a big boy now" Alex said as he was closing the bathroom door. He ran to the toilet and sat down.

He was supremely hot so he decided to take off all his clothes. Surprisingly the bathroom was lovely and clean so he didn't mind putting them on the hook. As he was panting and huffing his stomach started to gurgle. "Ugh I'm gonna throw up" *Blurgh* Alex threw up down the toilet. *Blurgh* And again. Alex felt a something in his hand. Something under his skin. He looked down and saw that they were pulsating. *Craaaaaaack* He looked in horror as he saw and felt his hands get bigger and his fingers elongate. His nails grew out into manicured, perfect finger nails. His right hand looked like an adult females hand. "Oh god what's happening?"

*Crick Crack* His arms started to get longer, gaining more fat until they were as long as his mothers arms. His body hair started to get tight all around him except for his head and with what little body hair there was to begin with it all started sucking inside of him. He grunted in pain as this happened as it felt like when you pull out hairs out of your arm but all over and all at once.

Next all his skin started to disfigure and pulsate as his skin became softer and more delicate. All of a sudden he felt a tugging in his hair. "Aaaaaaah!" His hair started to pull out and grow until it was at his shoulders. It gained a dark reddish tint. He looked in the mirror and felt his new locks. He then felt the same feeling in his feet as he did his hands. He fell on the floor and continued to look down at his feet in horror as they grew. *Criiiiiick* His feet grew and grew until he was a size 5 in adult shoes. He tried to stand up using the sink as a grip to lift himself in front of the mirror. His legs then started to pulsate as yet again he fell but this time onto his knees. His legs grew getting longer with every crunch of his bones. Once they had grew longer they started to feel warm and then they too started to pulsate as the fat started to grow and increase in his thighs and calves until they were nice and plump squishing his penis together and was very uncomfortable.

"AAAAAAAAAAAH GOD!" Alex screamed as his stomach began to twist and contort as he felt his insides rearrange themselves. *CRRRRRRAAAAAAAAACK* His stomach violently and slowly increased in height and his sides slowly began to cave in. "UUUUUUUUUGH!" Alex grunted as this happened. His stomach gained a tiny bit of fat. His hips then suddenly snapped out as his hourglass figure was completed. He then fell forwards onto all fours as he felt a warmth that was soothing in his butt. "Ooooooh" He moaned as his butt slowly filled with womanly fat and increased in size until it was big and cushioned. He instantly got a boner. Meanwhile Whitney thought Alex was taking way too long and decided to knock on the door. "Come on baby we gotta go!"

"You might as well go without me mom! Ugh. I'm gonna be a while!"

"Oh no baby I'm not leaving you, just try to hurry up!" Whitney shouted through the door, she wasn't angry just concerned.

Alex looked at his penis. It looked bigger than before by a few inches. "Oooooooooh" Alex moaned as he orgasmed and came all over the floor. He felt a tingling, pulsating and pulling all at the same time from his balls. His balls slowly started to shrink and pull up into his body. "OOOOOOOOOOOH" He moaned as he felt them rearrange into egg sacs and develop a womb inside his stomach. The feeling then moved into his penis and again it started to shrink and suck into his body. "Oh shit! OOH! AAH! OOOOH YEA!" It slowly retracted making a squelching noise as it did. "OH GOD! YES!" Alex screamed as the remnants of what was left of his penis opened up from the head and turned into a slit and clit.

His hands instantly went down towards his new vagina and he felt around, feeling a moist slit he began to rub it not realizing what he was doing, but he loved it. As he slowly started to slip a finger inside he was stopped by seeing his nipples pulsate. He went up to feel them. He fell back in pleasure as his nipples grew in size. Tripling in size from his original nipples. They then started to push out a little and the head of his nipples grew as well but only a little. He touched them and moaned from how sensitive they were.

As he moaned his voice began to increase in octaves as his Adam's apple began to shrink. *Cough Cough* *Gulp* He swallowed his Adam's apple and was left with a smooth and sultry female voice. *squelch squelch squelch squuuuuuuueeeeeeeeeellllch* His chest expanded with fat causing Alex to moan in his new voice. *squuuuuuueeeeeeelch* His chest expanded again now at a B-Cup and still filling with womanly fat. *squuuuuuuuuueeeeeeelch* His right breast expanded as his hanged off his chest. He now had a breast that was a B-cup and a breast that was a D-Cup. Still moaning his other breast expanded and squelched until it was also a D-Cup. Alex got up off of his knees and squeezed his new breasts. More moans escaped his mouth. He was now a woman from the neck down.

He looked in the mirror in horror still as his face distorted and cracked. His chin and cheekbones crunched down until they were smaller and rounder. His nose grew in size until it was still small and petite but now a females nose. His lips plumped up and his mouth grew. His lips were continually filling with fat until they were nice and big. His eyebrows shifted and curved until they were thin and female. The next and last thing was his eyes they grew in size and became more female. Eyeliner also applied itself. Alex looked in horror and disgust at his new reflection in the mirror. He was now a woman and looked about 34 years old. Knowing losing half his life made him tear up but it didn't last long as he remembered he had to go outside. Whitney was listening to music as the door opened. She turned and saw that she was wearing Alex's clothes that were too small for her, she immediately said "Where's my SON!?!"

"Mum It's me Alex! I was in the bathroom and I turned into this lady and I-I-I don't know what to do! Aaaaaaah! My head!" Alex began to know what it was like to be an adult woman with all the experience but kept his memories. He was still a 16 year old boy inside but was a sexy 34 year old woman on the outside.

"Oh god baby! What's happened what do we do?"

This isn’t my story. It has been heavily edited, I have removed the under-age portion of this story and the incest from the original authors edited. https://www.deviantart.com/darknightmares28/art/Groceries-TG-AP-MILF-782529866