Sea Creature Transformation
The boat rocked gently as it left the foreign port. The wind whipped across the deck wildly, but the air was warm, and the mood of the departure was pleasant. Her crew was disappointed that the expedition had been unsuccessful, but they were glad to finally be heading home. Most of them had been contracted for the length of the journey alone, and were paid by the day. The expedition had run long past its original contract of a single month, and many of the workers were anxious to see their families after nearly three and a half months of sailing the oceans in search of they knew not what. Their leader, Madame Captain Jennifer, had only told them that they were looking for an ancient magic. Rumors spread during the course of the voyage ranging from looking for the mythical Fountain of Youth, to searching for the treasure of some ancient pirate. Regardless of the rumors, all they knew was that their voyage had been unsuccessful. Their contracts guaranteed them payment either way, however, so their mood was generally amiable.
Jennifer turned to Raime, her first mate. "Raime, I will be in my quarters for a few hours. I need to record the details of this last foray, and ensure that when I organize my next expedition we do not cover the same ground."
"Oui Madame Captain, I will see to it that you are undisturbed." Raime said with a small bow as Jennifer strode across the deck, heading below to her quarters.
"See that you do, Raime. I want no one bothering me." she called over her shoulder as she disappeared down the ladderwell.
The Captain entered her room, ensured that no one else was present, and closed the door behind her, securing it. She leaned against it and sighed, breathing deeply for a moment. She could barely contain her excitement. She strode across the large room to her desk, warmed by the sunlight streaming through the many windows. A ship's quarters were always cramped, for everyone except the Captain. A ship's captain was always afforded the utmost in luxury and space. Jennifer was glad for this as she dropped her satchel to the desk and opened it. From it she withdrew first an old book, dusty and cracked with age and much use. Bookmarks of all manner protruded from its faded pages, and its cover was worn smooth by years of handling. Slowly and carefully, Jennifer withdrew a large bottle from her satchel, holding it in her hands for a moment before placing it beside the book on the desk.
She sank wearily into her chair, taking the book into her hands. The leather squeaked in protest as she leaned back and kicked her heels up on to the desk. She held the book closed for a moment, and peered at the bottle. All her life, she had come across novels in which the main character, or even a side character, was transformed into some creature, usually as a punishment. Sometimes it was an erstwhile adventurer, imprisoned in the body of an animal by an evil witch or sorceress. Sometimes it was a character punished by the gods for some insignificant transgression. Whatever the circumstances, however, Jennifer noticed that the author nearly always made it out to be a bad thing. Of course, she supposed, it depended on what creature a person was turned into, but why did it always have to be a bad thing? Oftentimes the story centered on the character attempting to regain their natural form, but never did they seem interested in maintaining the new body they had obtained. For instance, who wouldn't want to be a vampire? Why would that be a bad proposition? Nearly unlimited power, and immortality, rolled into one? Jennifer didn't see a downside to it that outweighed the benefit.
Many adventurers seek fame and fortune. They want to be the first person to find the lost city of Atlantis, the famed City of Gold, or the buried treasure of So-and-So. Not so with Jennifer. Her reasons were purely her own. No outside recognition of her efforts was necessary at all. She glanced over at the bottle again, and opened her book. Someone, a benevolent aunt or uncle perhaps, had given Jennifer this book as a child. It was a collection of fantastic tales of adventure. The book told about the harpies of Greek mythology, of the curses of the Egyptian mummies, and of the fall of empires. It told the story of Ali Babba and the forty thieves, and their cave filled with treasure. Jennifer had been intrigued all her life. But there was one story which captivated her like no other. It told of a mythical pool, hidden deep in the forests of an island upon which few had ever set foot. The waters of the pool were said to turn men mad if they drank of it. Men disappeared into the wilderness or into the sea, never to be seen again after only a single sip from the pool. There was no name given to the pool of water, and Jennifer had only seen references to it in a few other texts. But the book she had since childhood mentioned one other detail. In only a sentence out of the whole entry on the pool, a man mentions a woman who was part of their crew who drank from the pool. The man swore that her body twisted into that of a magnificent sea serpent, and that she disappeared into the ocean, leaving the rest of the crew behind. No further mention of her could be found in the book, or anywhere else Jennifer looked. The only other stories she had ever tracked down had been solely about the water driving men to madness. Nevertheless, she had been obsessed for the rest of her life.
Jennifer closed the book and looked again at the bottle on her desk. She pulled her feet down, setting them lightly on the floor, and stood from her chair slowly. She picked up the bottle, amazed again at its coolness. The water inside was as cold as it had been when Jennifer scooped it from the tiny pool. She had known what it was the moment she laid eyes on it. It had taken nearly all her restraint not to dive into it on the spot and drink until she burst. But she had held herself in check. Now she was finally alone, and holding her dreams in her hand. She uncapped the bottle, setting the lid gently on the desk. She wondered if her fantasies would finally come true. Could it really be possible? Or would she be driven mad? Or, would her thirst simply be quenched? Jennifer took a final breath, and tipped the bottle to her lips.
A few long sips, and Jennifer set the bottle back on the desk. She stood for a moment, relishing the cool sensation that flowed down her throat and pooled deliciously in her stomach. It slowly faded, and Jennifer sat back in her chair. She waited for a few moments, and felt nothing. She looked around her quarters, at her bed in the corner, at her trunk sitting under the window, and at the expanse of ocean stretching endlessly beyond. How she loved the ocean, she thought. It always seemed an emotionless giant, uncaring of others either in its rage or its calm. The deep blue had always stirred something in her, a sense of excitement and freedom. A sense of...warmth. Jennifer noticed a warmth spreading through her body, working its way from her core out through her limbs, all the way to her fingertips and toes. It felt as if she was blushing all over her body, and her breathing began to quicken. Jennifer was getting excited now, and she welcomed the growing warmth, waiting for the next step.
The feeling intensified, continuing to grow until Jennifer felt hot all over. A tingle began in her ears, and she reached up to touch them. Jennifer felt her earlobes shrink, drawing upward as the main lobe of her ears stretched backward, thinning as it did so. A flutter of excitement coursed through her chest, and a smile cracked her lips. It was finally happening! She was changing! Her ears continued to stretch out, becoming thinner and transparent, resembling fins attached to the sides of her head. At the same time, her nose and mouth began to push forward, her jaw lengthening. She closed her eyes and soaked in the feeling of her face rearranging, her mouth and nose extending forward into a kind of muzzle, her ears fanning out and growing larger still. All over her body, the warmth intensified, and Jennifer found she was breathing faster, nearly panting now. She opened her eyes, and her gaze fell again on the bottle. A drop of condensation slid down its side.
Jennifer stood and grabbed the bottle again, turning it up to her lips once more. The cool sensation felt amazing as it slid down her esophagus and pooled once more in her stomach. The heat in her body waned slightly, and Jennifer found it harder to take only a few sips this time. Still breathing quickly, Jennifer set the bottle on the desk again and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She noticed webbing already forming on her hands. With a smile, Jennifer placed her hands on the desk in front of her and watched as her fingers became spindlier and webbing spread between her fingers. In her boots, she could feel a similar change taking place, and she sat to pry them off. Sitting down produced a jolting sensation from her tailbone, and she peeked over her shoulder to find a small nub slowly protruding from the base of her spine, just below her waist. Quickly shucking off her boots, Jennifer then opened the fly on her pants, and slid them down to her knees. She could feel her feet continuing their change, growing longer and flatter, and watched as her spine continued to lengthen behind her.
The heat began to build again in Jennifer's body as her changes continued, and she could feel her tail beginning to pull her panties tight across her hips. Another wave of butterflies danced through her stomach and her breathing picked up pace again. She felt a tightness in her chest, and realized her breasts were beginning to expand. Sweat beginning to drip again, she ran her changing hands up her ribcage and clasped them across her chest. Beneath each palm, like a hot speck of sensation, her nipples pressed firmly outward. She could feel the flesh of her breasts swelling, pushing outward and upward from her chest and drawing her bra tighter. Carefully, getting used to her new fingers, Jennifer undid the buttons of her shirt, letting it slide from her shoulders and drop to the floor. Looking down at her chest, she could see the fabric of her bra starting to bite into the soft flesh of her growing breasts. She undid the clasp as quickly as she could, fumbling slightly with her new hands, and discarded her bra as well. As she did so, a new sensation picked up in her legs. Her hands and feet had neared the end of their changes, but Jennifer could feel the bones in her legs lengthening slightly, while her muscles gained a bit of tone and size. Her thighs became rounder, thickening smoothly. Her stomach tightened as well, drawing itself taught and dipping gracefully down into her crotch. The muscles there were only just hidden beneath the skin, and Jennifer threw her head back in amazed pleasure at the wonderful changes taking over her body. It was just as she always dreamed! New sensations flooded her mind as new nerves were built in her growing tail, and her changing appendages. To feel things with bodyparts that she never before possessed was incredible to her, and she soaked up as much as she could. She began to notice the heat again, her body now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but was distracted by her lengthening tail.
Glancing behind her again, Jennifer could see her tail stretching outward, forcing her to turn slightly sideways in her chair to accommodate it. As she watched, her panties reached their limit of strength and shredded, falling away from her hips as her tail grew beyond the edge of the chair. The base of her new tail was growing thicker as she watched, and she could feel new musculature growing in her back to support her new appendage. A tiny flex of her tail to either side sent a ripple of new feeling up her back alongside her spine, and Jennifer felt another grin spread across her face. My God, these changes... she thought, closing her eyes once more and turning her attention to her still swelling breasts.
She slid her hands slowly up her thighs, caressing her smooth flesh softly, and worked her way over her hips, which were now slowly expanding to accommodate the thickness of her lengthening tail. She continued, tracing a slow line across her bellybutton, over her ribcage, and finally cupping her breasts. They nearly filled her hands now, and her nipples were white-hot pinpoints of pleasure against her palms. She could feel the heat growing as the soft flesh of her tits expanded further, spilling between her fingers against the webbing and pressing firmly out from her chest. More...she thought...I need more!
Jennifer opened her eyes again, letting her hands drop from her chest, and stood from her chair. The weight of her tail behind her was supported nicely by her new musculature, but she felt incomplete. She felt stunted in her growth, and grasped the bottle with both hands, lifting it to her mouth and pulling long gulps from it. The cool water slid down her throat, and Jennifer could not help herself as she continued to gulp it down. Finally, gasping for breath, she set the bottle down hard, listening to the remaining liquid slosh inside. She leaned on the desk, her breath coming in deep pants and waited for the changes to continue.
Jennifer felt the familiar heat begin to build again, and felt the pace of her change increase. All over her body, new sensations flooded her. Her body was lengthening, stretching slightly all over. Her muscles smoothed out and toned, her body becoming lithe and graceful. Her tits began to swell faster, and Jennifer let out a quiet moan as she slid a hand quickly up to cup one. It swelled forcefully, surpassing the confines of her hand now, and ballooning heavily. Jesus, what have I done now!? she thought to herself, feelings of pleasure now coursing through her. She felt her pussy dampen, quickly becoming wet, and could not help but slide her second hand down to it. She leaned her hips into her desk, fondling her still expanding tits while sliding her webbed fingers across her clit. It's...it's getting so much stronger! she thought, gasping as her whole body gave in to the changes. She groaned loudly as her ass swelled, rounding as her hips widened and her stomach tightened. Her hips framed her now dripping pussy beautifully, and accommodated her thickening, lengthening tail. Her tail continued to press outward from her spine, nearly 6 feet long now, and Jennifer couldn't help but twitch it from side to side, feeling the powerful muscles in it contract up and down her back, and through her crotch. Her breathing was quick now, and Jennifer's body undulated in time with her hand as she stroked her soaking pussy and fondled her breasts, squishing them against her chest and gripping them in her hand. "MMmmm..." she groaned, her eyes closed and her head thrown back in immense pleasure. I had no idea...no...no idea it would feel, so...ssssooo gggoooooddd!! Jennifer screamed in her mind. "Nnnngggh....God...I need more...I, I, I need more!!" Jennifer squealed, reaching again for the bottle. "Unnnhhh....m-more tits, m-m-more...more...t-t, t-TAIL!!!!" she gasped, shoving the bottle to her lips and turning it on end. She gulped the cool liquid messily, spilling it around the sides of her mouth. She gulped hungrily, unable to stop drinking as mouthful after mouthful of the sweet liquid flowed down her throat. She could feel cool rivulets of it dripping down her neck, tracing lazy curves across her breasts, and sliding past her tail to mix with the other fluids soaking her pussy and dripping down her thighs.
She tossed the empty bottle to the ground, leaning forward over her desk and squeezing her eyes closed with immeasurable pleasure. Her massive tits were pressed against the desk, the wood feeling cool and soothing against her swollen nipples and soft flesh. She felt it building again, and arched her back into the air in anticipation. "Moore..." she breathed, "more, I need more...G-God, I need more...unnnnh....uh, uh, nnnngggggaaaahhhh!!! MORE MORE MOREMORE!!!! AAAhhhh!!" she screamed as the changes slammed into her. Her tail swelled and lengthened, pressing against her ass cheeks and stretching her pussy taut between her legs. She writhed in pleasure as it continued, stretching into the air above her as she continued to arch her back, reaching a length of nearly 10 feet. The skin all over her body drew itself tight as her ass, legs, and tits swelled further. She crammed her hand down to her clit, rubbing frantically as the changes ran rampant across her body. Her webbed fingers prevented her from sliding individual fingers into her throbbing pussy, so she bunched them together and forced her hand as far into herself as she could. She cried out, dripping with sweat as she drove her hand repeatedly into her pussy, fluids flowing freely down her thighs and to the ground. She ground her huge tits against the desk, caressing the excess flesh that spread out the side with her free hand. "Oh my GOODDD!! It's too much, it's...it's, it's too MUUCCCCHH!!" she screamed, her body writhing in pleasure and excess passion. "I didn't know it would be like this! I, I, I didn't k-know!!!" she breathed, her pleasure mounting.
All across her body, her skin had begun to change. It's texture became smoother, thicker, almost rubbery. Her body changed to take on a tinge of blue, and all the while Jennifer continued to rub and caress herself, squeezing her hand deep into her pussy. She kept her face and chest pressed onto the surface of her desk, grinding her tits and arching her back high into the air. Her tail twitched above her, her ass and pussy exposed and dripping as she pumped her hand furiously. Her changes nearly complete, Jennifer felt her orgasm approaching. "I, I can't take it...it's too much!! I can't...I can't...unnhhh, I can't take, take....oooohhhh!!!" she moaned, her pleasure mounting as her body neared its completion. "Can't...can't st-...can't stooo-.....nnnnrrrrgggghhhh...." she gasped, her body rocking in time with her thrusts. She was flooded with sensation from her new tail, the new muscles in her back and her pussy moving with the rest of her body. Her sweaty tits slid across the top of the desk, their rubbery flesh pressing against one another. All these new feelings compounded her pleasure and lust and pushed Jennifer to her very brink. "Can't stop, can't stop, oohh God, I, I can't stop...I'm gonna c-c-....I'm gonnNAAA C-C, c-CUUMMMM!!" she screamed, her whole body tensing with incredible pleasure. Every muscle in her body clenched tightly, her pussy gripping her webbed hand with incredible force as she ground her teeth together and pushed, waves of sexual pleasure coursing over her. Her pussy gushed fluids down her thighs, which twitched spasmodically, shaking as her knees weakened beneath her. Her change complete, and her very dreams fulfilled, Jennifer collapsed to the floor in a sweaty heap, her rubbery body sliding in her own fluids.
"Madame Captain!!?" shouted Raime, banging his fists on the door. "Madame Captain, are you alright!?" he yelled, trying the knob. Jennifer leapt to her feet, surprised at her new-found height, and looked to the windows. "Madame, I'm coming in!" Raime called again, and Jennifer heard a jingle of keys outside the door. She ran to a window, threw it open and looked out. The water was thirty feet below on this ship. She looked back to the door, beginning to sweat again. She heard Raime slide a key into the lock and hesitated no longer. She leapt through the window, her long, lithe form arcing gracefully through it. Her tail slipped through the window just as Raime threw open the door and entered her quarters. Jennifer hit the water gracefully and slipped comfortably beneath the surface. The heat she had felt was finally quenched and she felt at home, in her element. She found she could breathe easily, though she had no memory of any gills. Turning back toward the ship, she peered through the awkward reflection of the water's surface and watched as Raime frantically searched her room. Finally, he noticed the open window and leaned out, surveying the ocean's surface for some spot of color on the horizon. He found nothing, and left the room. Jennifer had always enjoyed Raime's company, and had trusted him well as a first mate. She was sorry to have to leave him like this. Nevertheless, she turned and swam quickly away from the ship. She was determined not to waste her lifelong dream for even a moment.