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The waves crashed against the soft, oceanic sand of the shoreline, a soothing sound to match it smoothing out the sand grains. A cool breeze was coming in from the sea, providing relief from the bright, near-cloudless sky allowing the late afternoon sun to shine bright. Few people were on the beach, thanks to the weekday, and fewer still dared venture out this far, where the natural hills made it possible to become stranded at high tide for those who were poor swimmers.

Alone, May walked along the edge of the water, waves running along her feet and sandals, her bag stuffed with the various things she'd brought to the beach. It'd sought out this section of the beach to have some privacy from the other visitors, although with the lack of anyone else it also left her with little to do. Dropping her bag a safe distance from the water, it decided to simply settle down for a bit, and explore the water.

She discarded her sweater and sandals, setting them down alongside its towel. With just a two-piece on its body, it double-checked that her glasses were securely attached, a wraparound strap hidden under short but vibrant blue hair. She smiled, letting out a deep breath as it stepped out into the water, nice and cool in contrast to the sun. The chubby human began to wade out, waves lapping at her chest by the time she began to push out, legs kicking through the water as it simply relaxed.

It lost track of time as she swam, taking dives underwater whenever possible. Despite the plain surroundings of this particular beach, simple rocks and plants with few animals besides some small fish, it always loved the increasingly rare changes she had to explore underwater, feeling a connection between itself and sea-animals that easily rivaled the ones with land-dwellers. As it found itself needing to surface once more, it looked around, realizing that she'd managed to get itself somewhat lost, the coast unfamiliar to her.

Returning to the land, May attempted to get her bearings; climbing up a steep but not insurmountable sloop, it saw the undisturbed bag and towel she'd left behind, relief washing over her that she'd only gone a short distance away. Returning to the water, it felt a little bolder, heading out further at sea, exploring a rock that jutted out sharply from the water, the Dinosaur's Tooth.

Nicknamed for its distinctive shape, a long, curved spike, the rock was set deeply into the sands around it in stark contrast to the rest of the local beach. The loose rocks and sand around it furthered the resemblance, with swimmers often comparing it to gums. As May dove into the water around it, it noticed a sparkle among the "gum", but when she tried to pull a few rocks away to get a better look she had to surface for air once more.

Unfettered, May took another dive, taking in the subtle grooves in the Tooth as she did. It was clear to see why folk made the comparison, looking to all the world as if someone had just taken an impossibly large, fossilized tooth and buried it. Back at the base, she was able to pull the rocks away, but where she expected to find some lost trash or an irritated crab, instead found a gleaming, crystal fragment.

Taking it in her hands she quickly returned to the surface, pale fingers contrasting the cyan gem. Before she could properly look over it, however, it felt a sharp pain in her hand that made it drop the gem, small drops of blood floating away as the crystal was lost in a cloud of dust. May was quick to return to her bag, ready to treat the wound, but to its surprise there was none; no blood, no scar, nothing to indicate the cut it had suffered. All that remained was a strange, shifting sense, one that was oddly pleasant.

As May rubbed her hand, looking around in confusion, it began to feel something soft. Much to its surprise, where should have been a scar was now growing soft, icy blue down, growing naturally from her skin. It was strange, and it impulsively tried to pull some away only to be met by the sharp tug of pulling on hair. Much to its shock, all that really happened was that both of her hands were now growing these fine feathers, white coating her fingers while more changes began to spread.

Her fingers felt like they were growing larger, only a little, but enough to take note of, especially as they began to stick to each other. Painlessly, they were starting to merge together, nails slowly adjusting themselves into sharp, firm claws, down continuing to spread across its hands and spreading onto her arms.

May flexed its new digits, each hand now reduced to just two fingers and a thumb. Thankfully, it still retained a degree of dexterity, even as the structure of her arms was slowly changing, thumbs resting in the same direction as its other fingers by default. It was strange, but felt oddly right, even as it took a few moments to actually adapt.

Its musings were interrupted by a tight feeling in her waist, her swimsuit suddenly fitting poorly. Looking down at herself, May was surprised by the sudden growth of more of the cyan feathers, having started to jump around across her legs and torso and joined by scales . As with her hands, it was strange, slightly uncomfortable physically, but soft and warm enough to compensate. A few pentagons were forming on the outside of her thighs, even as they were swelling up, new fat and muscle complimenting their already large size.

Realizing that these changes were going to either injure it or tear its clothes, it did its best to pull away the swimwear, claws scrambling to pull it away. Sadly, still unused to the sharpened tips, she merely accelerated the tears, scraps of waterproof fabric falling around it. With a sigh, it tried again with her top, managing to fumble its way into pulling the top away only to give herself small scratches, more of the light cyan quickly growing in as the marks faded.

At this moment, May was thankful to be in the isolated area; technically guests weren't even meant to be here, so it could expect no one to see it in this compromising spot. For a few seconds she wondered which would be more alarming, the nudity or the transformation, only to suddenly stumble and fall face-first into the sand when its feet began to cramp and shift, nails sharpening, toes expanding and fusing into wicked claws. Its ankles began to raise up above her talons, legs adjusting to suit a digitigrade stance.

May tried its best to get back up, but the continuing changes to her legs prevented her from keeping her balance long enough to do so. Its thighs were still growing, new strength allowing it to lift its slowly growing form, and its hips were restructuring themselves. Her joints were reorienting themselves, body being forced to bend forward, white scales and cyan fluff coating it as its frame shifted.

Its tailbone was growing sore after the attempts to stand, something she initially attributed to her having simply fallen too much. However, the pain was seemingly splitting into a pair of points, drifting downward; it twisted around, surprised to see not one, but two tails forming side-by-side, waving like the water as rounded frills arose on the outer edges, and similarly smooth spines grew near the tips.

With the new tails, she was finally able to stand upright, although the slow growth of its body and inexperience with her new anatomy left it still unstable. A lock of deep blue hair fell into its eyes, and it brushed it away before realizing that its hair wasn't that long before.

Although her hair's deep blue dye remained, the new growth was itself a natural blue, slightly darker as it spread. May could feel the hair running along its neck, even spilling out into its shoulders a little as it transformed into a massive mane, covering the soft scales and down of its torso. It even managed to largely bury her breasts, although she could tell that they were still present, even slightly larger than when it was human to match everything else.

The elastic band keeping its lenses on was finally at the breaking point, growing uncomfortably tight. May growled in pain from it, trying to pull it away, but her reconfigured shoulders left her unable to reach. The problem solved itself when the band snapped, its head one of the final portions of itself to be affected, scales and down growing in while it closed its eyes, brown and white becoming red and yellow when she opened them again.

Although still not finished changing, its ears receding into its scalp and mouth forcing itself into a vicious maw, May was already starting to experiment with her new body. It took a few steps forward, acclimating to the new center of balance it had, marveling at the size of its footprints in the sand. She felt an urge to take to the water as she gazed out upon it, but resisted it for now. Despite the early fear, she was coming to enjoy her monstrous form; if she could still blush, it would, especially as it took notice of a sensation shifting in her crotch.

Although unable to directly look, May was able to reach down, physically exploring itself even as her forehead and brow ridge began to harden. Her attention was torn between the two sensations; above, a crystalline growth was starting to spread, branching out and joining its new snout in its vision, while below, her dick was changing, a split forming in the tip and spreading downward. It wrapped a claw around its shaft, before pulling back and adjusting to accommodate her claws.

Gently, she started to feel around; her balls seemed to have retreated to somewhere inside her, and slowly her dick was separating into two functional hemipenes, resting alongside each other and standing up fully from a mix of the changes themselves and its exploration of itself. As a small, flat-tipped horn of sorts grew from the center of her new crest, she began to rub along one of her shafts, before bringing both hands to feel them. After a moment, it remembered the sand, and not wanting any discomfort, positioned herself above her towel, now undersized for her but serviceable to make sure the sand would stay out of her genitals when she lowered itself to crouch above it.

It was strange, being able to wrap both hands around separate dicks, both belonging to her. It gripped itself a bit tighter, still cautious with her claws, but eager to experiment with its new form. Its nails gently brushed against the sensitive skin, a thrill going through its spine; for a moment, it brought a hand all the way down to its base, taking a moment to feel where her new genital slit had formed before returning to the tip of its new dick. She began to stroke, one hand going slowly, the other frantically sliding up and down, surprising herself with the soft tenderness of her new hands. After a few moments, it began to equalize, both hands working in tandem, alternating positions on their respective sides while she pleasured herself.

It could feel itself getting closer to release, something in her body shifting, two beams of crystal extending over her brows while another two closed in above its head. She realized that she could feel the new crest that was growing, like a new sense was opening up to her, reaching out and feeling the waves crashing onto the sand. May growled a little, before roaring as she came, twin dicks both spraying onto the sand as a giant heart formed in its crest.

She panted a little, falling onto her new haunches as she recovered. With the thrill starting to wear off, she was feeling drained, both from the transformation itself and her masturbation session. Although its mind wasn't entirely clear yet, it was now able to start to properly take in all the changes, from the changed center of gravity, to the odd sense of new tails, to her new size and sharp teeth. When it recovered enough energy, it stood up once more, stepping out to the water to get a better look at itself.

Staring into the water, she smiled, as much as her new lips could. It had a beautiful mane of blue hair, with a few natural spikes tipped with orange mixed in among the rest. The giant crystals almost looked like handlebars, and she found the heart to be extremely cute. Standing in the water made the odd sense from the crest stronger, letting it sense the ocean itself in the area around it, from the small fish hiding in the rocks to the trash left behind in the more populated areas of the coast.

As she looked at its reflection, she took a few more steps out into the water, only to realize that it had stepped out past the shore. She wasn't sure why at the moment, but a new perk of this form was that she could stand on the water; it naturally began to run around, splashes flying out with every step. It looked back out toward the strange, stone tooth where it found the crystal shard, the source of this joyful new form; it would have a lot of research to do to learn just how this had happened, although as she returned to where she left her bag, she didn't imagine it'd make any effort to reverse this anytime soon.

Assuming, at least, that she could find a way to use its phone with these new claws, and actually fit into human-scaled buildings. That would be a problem very soon, she realized, although she was already thinking of ways around them.