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Bait and Switch

by Chickenboy

Chris cast his fishing line out into the lake, sitting back into his folding camp chair and letting out a contented sight. He had dreamt of this trip for the past few years, camping in the woods and relaxing amongst nature. He had packed enough food to last him a while, but actually planned to catch most of his meals. The lake was known all over to have amazing fishing, favored by many people as a popular get away for people wanting to get into the great outdoors. Still, it was remote enough that the area wasn't overrun by the casual person who bought the cheap neon colored camping gear and hiked in tennis shoes.

He had arrived the previous evening, setting up camp about a mile from the lake. Hiking down to the lake with his backpack full of fishing gear and his camp chair in hand, Chris anxiously found the perfect spot to fish in the early morning. As he settled into his chair, Chris thought for a moment that maybe he had over packed on the gear. He not only had his collapsible rod, net, lures and tools, but had basically thrown every bit of bait he could carry. He was a bit rushed when he packed, just randomly throwing in anything at hand into his bag without thinking of how much there was. There was a large container of nightcrawlers, kept sealed so they couldn't get out, along with a few dozen jars each of salmon eggs and the brightly colored cheese bait. All in all Chris could have caught fish for close to a month without running out of bait.

As he spent the first little while just gazing out over the misty lake, enjoying the pre-dawn scenery, Chris couldn't help but anticipate the first one he reeled in. He not only looked forward to the thrill that came with fighting it into shore, but of making himself a proper breakfast. His meager supply of granola bars and dried fruit wasn't nearly as appealing as some freshly grilled fish.

He spent the first hour casting out and reeling in his line. He got the occasional nibble, but every time the blasted thing would get away with the bait and leave an empty hook. He was no stranger to this situation, but as his second hour turned into his third, the sun beginning to crest over the mountains, Chris began to get frustrated. The situation only got worse when he finally pulled in a descent sized bass, only to have it bite him when he tried to grab it, break the line and disappear back into the lake. His stomach growled as he baited and cast out his line yet again, a somewhat painful remainder of how hungry he was.

As he sat back, Chris noticed a streak of the bright pink cheese bait on his thumb. They say hunger makes you think of nothing but food related topics, and Chris was no exception. He wondered if it was actually cheese, why fish liked it so much, and even what it tasted like. Letting his curiosity get the better of him, Chris brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it off. While the initial flavor was horrible, a split second later his tongue seemed to register a pleasant taste.

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"Not bad." Chris thought.

He spent a few more minutes sitting around waiting for the next bite, his hunger still making his stomach groan. Waiting in his chair, Chris' thoughts wandered back to the cheese bait, mulling over the possibilities.

"Hell with it." Chris thought, setting his pole aside and picking up the jar of cheese bait. Digging one finger into it, he removed a glob and quickly placed it in his mouth. This time, however, his mind only picked up a rather enjoyable flavor. Reaching back into the jar, Chris quickly consumed another glob of the cheese bait, followed by another and another. As he ate Chris could begin to feel a strange tingling sensation all over his body. Finishing off the jar, Chris casually set it down with another content sigh. He was a bit surprised by what he had just done, but not put off or disgusted. In fact he still felt hungry, and he reached into his backpack and brought out another jar of cheese bait.

Quickly opening it up Chris began to scoop out the contents, shoving it into his mouth and savoring the pungent flavor. After going through nearly half the jar he began to notice the strange tingling sensation beginning to intensify. Chris quickly put this out of his mind, too focused on his meal to pay it any heed. Chris just continued eating as the hair all over his body receded into his skin, even the slight stubble on his chin. His skin also began to take on a slight sheen as his ears also seemed to melt into the sides of his head.

Scraping the last bits of bait out of the jar, Chris set it aside and reached in for a third one. As he opened the jar, he fumbled with it slightly as his fingers began to lengthen. His face felt odd, a strange pressure forming behind it. As he started in on his next serving of bait, Chris opened his mouth to reveal rows of sharp, serrated teeth. His mouth next slowly started to push outwards, his nose merging with it as it gradually became a snout. Chris dropped the jar in his lap as his face changed at a faster pace, his eyes clenched shut as they moved to the side of his head. Soon, the young man had a fully formed fish head atop his otherwise human body. Opening his eyes, it took Chris a moment to get used to his new perspective before he reached for the jar of bait, being absolutely driven by hunger.

Not even giving a second thought to his changing body, Chris continued to shovel the bait into his mouth. His paced slowed a bit as webbing formed between his fingers, giving them a fin-like appearance and making getting into the jar a bit more difficult. As he ate, the changing sensations moved all over him. His chest and stomach began to barrel out, pushing his shirt and belt painfully against his skin. With a loud pop the belt and button on his pants burst free. His belly had become more rounded, but also his legs seemed to be merging, forcing his pants to slide down.

His shirt began to tear open as webbing formed between his fingers. He casually kicked his pants off as his legs continued to merge together. His member, exposed to the open air, became gradually erect as Chris continued to eat the bait from the jars. As his legs finished fusing, they became fatter, matching his now expanded middle, and tapered down to his now near vestigial feet. With a series of loud pops, his feet began to move and change shape. They grew longer, thinner, splitting into multiple prongs, turning into a series of long spines between which webbing grew. With varied ripping sounds from across Chris' body, other sets of fins quickly grew in. On either side of his neck, sets of gills pushed through the skin.

The taters of his clothes fell away as Chris' increasingly alien and rounded body began to become wedged in his straining camp chair. During his changes, the young man had gulped down the jarfuls of salmon eggs as well as the nightcrawlers, soon returning to the remaining jars of cheese bait. Tossing his now sixth empty jar of cheese bait aside, Chris let out a contented sigh as a new urge took over. Looking down, Chris saw his erect member standing up prominently from his body, his balls sitting against his now changed body. As he looked at his genitals, Chris reached out his fin-like hand, wrapping his webbed digits around his shaft and began to slowly pump.

A shiver of pleasure shot through his body, his head thrown back in an expression of ecstasy. His shaft was rock hard, and every trace of his palm over it made him shiver with delight. As he pumped, a strange itchy sensation began to spread across his skin. Still Chris was to enthralled in his pleasuring that he didn't care about anything else, and only increased his pace unhindered. After a few minutes the itching turned to a burning sensation, but lasted only a moment as scales suddenly grew over every inch of his body. The scales went from near white along his belly, to tan along his sides and a darker brown on his back. Chris paid the changes no heed and continued to masturbate.

He furiously jacked off for what seemed to him like hours, pre coating his still scale-free member and balls, along with his fin-like hand. Still his body would not cum, his mind wanting nothing else than the sweet release of orgasm, but his pleasure only continuing to build seemingly without end. The scales finished growing in, giving him the distinct patterns of a bass.

Chris released his member as a painful series of cramps ripped through his lower abdomen. He threw his head back as his body shuddered, the muscles around his member beginning to contract. His member and balls began to sink into his body, fleshy lips forming around the area. Soon the last vestige of his former human body was sucked inside himself. With a series of muscle contractions, his new cloaca finished forming as his equipment were completely reformed.

As the cramps subsided, Chris felt his arousal returning with a vengeance. Placing his fin-hand on his lower abdomen, Chris put webbed fingers just inside of his cloaca lips. Feeling twinges of pleasure race up his spine, Chris sunk his fin a little deeper, wiggling his fingers to stimulate him further. Every motion increased his sexual delirium, and he was soon pumping his digits in and out of himself. Lubed by his own juices, the fish-man furiously masturbated as his pleasure built higher than it had before. As he pleasured himself, Chris's mind began to slip away. His memories of the outside world faded, his human desires, his thoughts of his family and friends, everything. He was left with only the most basic thoughts and desires, and right now his mind was focusing on only one thing.

As the final mental changes concluded, Chris felt a shudder shake his whole body. From out of his cloaca shot several jets of white fluid as he finally climaxed. After shooting his first loads, Chris bucked into the air slightly as more cum flowed out of his slit and flowed down over his scaled body. As his climax subsided Chris brought his cum-covered flipper to his snout, licking his seed off of it. The pleasure slowly drained from his body, and he was left with the strange new sensations of his new body.

Chris squirmed in his camp chair, tipping over onto the ground. His enlarged form had wedged himself into the seat, but with a few jerks he flopped free. Rolling onto his stomach, Chris used his arms to drag himself around to face the lake, and began to pull himself towards the water. A few moments later, the bass creature lurched into the water, pulling itself through the shallows until his whole body was submerged. Opening his mouth Chris took a large gulp of water, feeling it pass through his gills for the first time. As the water got deeper, he flicked his tail and moved faster away from shore. As he entered his new home, the last traces of his once human life lay strewn across the shore.

From that day on the lake was no longer a popular fishing spot. It was odd since every time someone would cast out a line, they would always get a bite, an extremely strong bite. When they would reel it in, however, there was nothing on the line. All the fishermen would get were empty hooks with the bait gone.