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"Hey Mick!"

A modest shout echoed from across the big empty locker room.

Allen had just finished his usual swimming routine at the local gym and the black speedo he wore made it that much more obvious. His wet blonde hair hung crudely over his hazel blue eyes that gazed across the room. The shout caught the attention of a young man dressed in black gym shorts and a blue tank top, which read GTL. Typical jock.

'Shit. Not this guy again.' Mick thought right when he heard that familiar voice. He did his best to keep his head straight and not look over as he shuffled his muscular body to the rusty lockers. It wasn't that he did not like Allen but the way he looked at him screamed gay and that made him very uncomfortable. But it's not Allen's fault, Mick did his best to stay fit and maintain the big muscles that he had. Plus, who wouldn't want to admire such a beautiful body with abs that could cut diamonds and arms that could rip the sleeves on any shirt. It was just that Mick was not into guys or dicks, plain and simple. At least that's what he wanted people to think. The guys at the gym would kill him if they knew he was secretly gay. For as long as Mick knew about his own love for men he kept it a secret, trying his best to repress the pleasurable thoughts of having sex with other guys. It was hard at first but eventually Mick lied to himself enough until he truly believed it was a phase. It was working, he had plenty of straight friends who didn't suspect a thing and he even had a hot girl friend but Mick knew there was something always missing. It wasn't until he saw Allen for the first time walk around the gym with just a speedo on did those evil and lustrous thoughts come back full force. Mick couldn't help but fantasize about Allen's perfectly round ass bouncing with every step. Not to mention the tight spandex didn't leave much to the imagination. It was instant love at first site but the feeling only scared Mick and he would die if anyone caught him studying Allen's ass again.

So Mick came up with the plan to stay as far away from Allen as possible. Trying his best to keep him away by being a dick but not to the point where it was too obvious. It only made things worse though as Allen did catch Mick on a few occasions glancing over at him in the locker room and on the gym floor. Allen just suspected that Mick was playing hard to get. Well tonight was the perfect night. Only the two of them were in the locker room at the time and Allen was going to do his best to seal the deal. Usually Allen wasn't so straight forward, always lacking the confidence but Allen found Mick quite unbearably handsome and somewhat cunning.

By the time Mick had made it to his locker he could see Allen's skinny body frame in his peripheral. 'Oh god, is he in a speedo again? This better be quick.' Mick thought as he continued to grab his clothes and towel out of the small locker. The last thing he wanted to do right now is talk to the wimpy faggot

"Oh, hey Allen. Didn't see you there." There was a bit of sarcasm in his voice. He did his best to fake a smile while grabbing the towel that hung from the locker door.

Standing next to Mick was a bit intimidating because Allen was nowhere near as bulky as him or as tall. Allen was mostly into swimming so the most he had was back and arm muscles but nothing compared to the mounds that covered Mick's entire body.

"How was your work out? You are looking good as usual." Allen complimented Mick but it only made the jock cringe. Allen wasn't oblivious to Mick's standoffish demeanor and lack of enthusiasm to conversate. It had only been two weeks since he joined the local gym looking for a good place with a pool and he had found it. Mick being a regular at the gym would always be there everyday lifting weights. Everyone seemed to know Mick and it only drew Allen closer to the popular jock. Allen wanted what Mick had; big muscles, plenty of friends, and most of all his confidence. Maybe that is what Allen was attracted to and he did often fantasize about being taken by the ignorant meathead.

"Err... good, thanks." Mick awkwardly ran his hands through his sweaty short brown hair before quickly turning his back to Allen.

'Please don't follow me.' He thought as he headed to the showers to wash the stench and sweat that clung to his tan body.

"Are you going to take a shower? Can I join you?" Right as the words left Allen's mouth he had to smack himself in the head. The last thing he wanted was to sound uncool and that came out desperately gay.

"Sure... uh I mean..." Mick bit his tongue but it was too late. They were both already proceeding into the shower and what was he going to tell him, no? It was the local gym and technically Mick couldn't tell him not to shower at the same time as him.Luckily he had his gym shorts on and he could just use them in the shower. He did not want to bathe naked in front of Allen, which would mean for a very short and uncomfortable rinse.

Steam rose from the hot water hitting the tile floor and the sent of musk and piney soap wafted in the air. Allen just had to pick the shower right next to Mick making him even more irritated but Mick was glad Allen wasn't talking as much as he usually did. There was nothing but the sound of gushing water as both washed their bodies and hair thoroughly. It wasn't until Allen looked over at Mick did he stop soaping his skin with a wide-eyed look and mouth agape.

Suds ran fluidly over Mick's smooth tan skin, over every muscle. Luckily the jock had his eyes closed keeping busy by lathering his body and face with Irish Spring soap. Mick failed to notice Allen staring at him intently but somewhere in the back of Mick's mind he knew he was being watched. As far as Allen was concerned, the sexy body in front of him was the only important thing in the room. Every movement Mick made seemed like he was in slow motion in some sort of romantic music video. Damn was it sexy and just watching made Allen's blood start to boil.

The visual stimulation was like candy for his brain and led Allen straight into a fantasy. Imagining the big muscular man throwing him against the white tile wall of the empty locker room shower, big hands savagely stripping the small black speedo from Allen's plump buttocks. Allen could almost feel the weight of Mick's body press again his backside with a pressure being pushed against his ass cheeks. Mick's big hard dick growing, resting along Allen's tight ass crack as big strong hands forcefully held Allen's own hands against the cold tile wall. Water cascading down their bodies as Allen shivered from the touch of Mick's wet skin caressing his back. Mick's tip was now on the verge of penetrating Allen's...

"What the fuck man!!!"

Allen's eyes drew open with a startle. The upset voice of Mick still echoed the empty room when he realized what was happening. Allen had gotten carried away and was now standing next to Mick with a raging boner in his speedo. The tented black fabric was to thin and stretchy to hide the pulsating cock. There was no excuse in the world that would fix this situation and Allen was pretty much fucked. Maybe Allen was wrong about Mick being gay but that thought quickly dissipated when he saw a fist coming for his face.

It was too quick for Allen to react and with a smack his feet slipped from the force and his body slammed onto the hard floor. A sharp pain spread through his left eye and shoulder as soon as he felt the coolness of the wet tile floor meet his skin with a loud thud. Allen wanted to die, the sudden surprise still had him in shock but the adrenaline coursing through his vains told him to stand up. The pressure welling up in his sinuses told Allen that he was going to start crying as well. Instinctively he touched his bleeding eye with his fingers.

"Aaaaaooooooowwww." Allen softly wailed as tears started flowing from his eyes. It wasn't so much the pain that had him crying, it was the humiliation and embarrassment. He should have been used to it by now having been bullied all his life it was only natural but it never gets easier.

The pain was excruciating on his right shoulder when he tried getting up. The wet tiles were making it all the more difficult to get to his feet. Everything was so confusing for Allen and his body was telling him to get away fast. He was scared and most of all ashamed.

"Dude! Get away from me!"

Allen could still see the jock through his bloodied eye with hands closed into fists ready to strike at any moment. Mick looked just as terrified and confused as Allen did once he realized what he had done. He had never really hit anyone for being gay but then again he was never put into that situation before. The first instinct that comes to him is to start swinging when he feels threatened and unfortunately that included feeling sexually threatened as well. Mick's insecurities got the best of him and now he had physically harmed the one he secretly wanted to be with. He was frightened at amount of blood that was pouring out Allen's eye socket and nose.

"I...I-I am sorry." Mick stuttered just above a whisper with trembling lips. His face looked ghostly white as he took off towards his locker. As quickly as he could he grabbed his clothes from the locker, not bothering to change of his soaked gym shorts. Right before he exited the empty locker room Mick could hear a sickening moan coming from showers.

"...so much for going to the beach this weekend, it's going to be thunder and lightning for the next couple days as a new high pressure passes. So try to stay off the roads as much as possible and stay safe San Diego. Now back to our anchor Chris Kawasuki."

"Thanks for the weather Angela, I guess I am going to have to cancel my plans for this weekend. I don't think lightning and the beach mix very well haha."

" Hahaha yes Chris. Probably not the best idea."

"In the latest news the local police department has yet convicted anyone from the Jerry's Gym murder. A recent press conference revealed that the detectives do have a few leads but no arrests have been made. It all happened Wednesday night around ten at night when the victim, a white male in his mid twenties, was brutally beaten in the locker room shower. The victim was later found hours after the incident and was rushed to the hospital where he later died from a single hit to the temple. It is not clear yet who is to blame for the murder, there were no cameras and no eyewitnesses at the time of the incident. The police decided to not release any names including the victim's at this present time. If you have any information regarding this tragic event please contact the..."

Mick couldn't handle it anymore and turned off the television. It had been a couple days since he was at the gym last and was too terrified to go back. The tension of hiding from the situation was driving him mad. How was he supposed to know he killed the guy? Sure he was strong but come on it was only one punch. It had been a good life until now and it was only a matter of time before the cops came knocking at his door, guns drawn with a search warrant. He couldn't sleep since he first heard the news from a friend that works at the gym. None of his friends there had seen him there that day so no one he knew suspected him but the police eventually will. The last thing he wanted to do was face the music and now he was a grown ass man curled in a fetal position crying to himself in his empty dark apartment.

He felt horrible it had happened and was torn between turning himself in or just waiting out to see what happens but could he really live the rest of his life knowing he killed a man? It was already tearing his insides apart and it felt like couldn't move. The worst part was the visual flashes of Allen that ran through his head. Mental hallucinations of Allen wearing his usual black speedo walking slowly through the gym replayed over and over in Mick's mind. But it was the haunting memory of seeing Allen's bloody face, laying helplessly on the tiled floor that was pure torture. How could have he been so stupid? He actually had feelings for this stupid guy and he killed him! All Mick wanted in life was a partner and a lover, someone he could trust and he threw it all away with one punch.

Eventually after sitting in the dark for hours dwelling on the anguished thoughts of Allen, Mick finally dozed off...

"There he is, now it is up to you. His fate lies in your hands kid." The smoky black silhouette of a man disappeared with a flash of a light as a faint "goodbye" could be heard but then nothing else.

Allen was left standing alone in middle of Mick's apartment. A persistent loud snore could be heard coming from the couch making Allen smile. It was dark but that was not a problem for Allen, it was as if he could see more clearly than he ever had in his life. Well not so much in his life now that he was dead but for the most part light and dark no longer mattered. Allen's fluke tail waved subtly with every step he took. The carpet felt amazing underneath his webbed feet. After he died and transformed everything felt so much more pleasurable and sensitive like he had entered into a world of pure ecstasy.

It wasn't terrifying at all to die and the last thing he remembered was being hit by Mick and the humiliation that soon followed. After lying on the cool tile floor there was a subtle warmth that washed over Allen's body and all the negative thoughts and insecurities of being ashamed for whom he was quickly disappeared. It was a bit of a shock when Allen stood up after collecting his thoughts only to see his own lifeless body splayed across the floor. He was a bit startled but not scared, he was the happiest he had ever been or felt. All the physical and emotional pain of when he was alive no longer existed; he now only had room for love and forgiveness in his heart. All the bullies that would hit him and call him names, past lovers that cheated on him and broke his heart and even Mick all had a place in Allen's heart.

Allen just stood butt naked for a couple of minutes just sitting next to his own body. There was no chill in the air, he no longer could feel the coldness of the air against his wet soft skin. He had no idea where to go next and neither did he care but something was telling him to stay, almost as if he was waiting for someone or something. Allen smiled at his body that was surrounded in blood knowing he no longer had to suffer. It was incredibly strange of course and extremely confusing because when Allen studied his dying body he noticed it was still trying to breathe. The chest was slowly rising and falling but with every minute Allen could tell "he" was getting weaker.

"Hello Allen." A booming voice echoed through the empty locker room.

Allen turned around to see where the voice came from only to find a dark figure floating off the ground a few feet from him. Black smoke made up the silhouette of a man in a big drooping cloak. There was nothing threatening about him, just a bit odd to Allen for he had never seen anything like it.

"So I am guessing I am dead." Allen responded calmly tearing his gaze from the stranger to the dying body that lay on the floor. He didn't feel like he needed to guess why the floating figure knew his name, it was bizarre enough as it was.

"Yes. Well Allen, technically you are not dead yet." The figure got even closer to Allen allowing some of the smoke to infiltrate his nostrils.

"Aaaachooooo!" Allen sneezed when the smoke tingled his sinuses.

"Bless you! Sorry kid, I forget about that sometimes." The smoking figure put out what looked to be a hand in anticipation of a shake. "The name is Henry Planter, I will be your guide through limbo if you so choose." Allen shrugged his shoulders and took the black smoke into his palm surprised to find it was just as solid as his own hand.

What else does he have to lose, he was already dead and this was the only thing or should I say man he would probably be able to see or talk to. Plus he seemed friendly enough even though the black smoke was a bit of a contradiction if you saw it.

"Now Allen, I know this is all happening so fast but you have two options and we do not have much time. One of the options is to come with me and I'll show you the ropes and advantages of being a ghost. The problem is that you will be in limbo for an unknown period of time until you are chosen." Black smoke poured out with every word spoken out of Henry's mouth. The smoke didn't smell bad it was actually quite sweet almost like smoke from a hookah.

"Chosen?" Allen interrupted Henry out of curiosity.

"Yep, go to your second destination. I am not quite sure where that is, I am still yet to be chosen but I do not mind. I am happy working to help the newbies such as yourself." The smoky face splayed a faint genuine smile. "Anyways, your second choice is to go back into your body and live the rest of your life. There was a slight mistake and 'it' was unsure whether you were supposed to live or die. Lack of communication from the boss man but shit happens. So, what is your choice going to be kid?" Henry crossed his arms waiting for a response.

Allen was caught in a pickle. He was so young after all and had a long time before his time came. But what did he have to really stay and live for. His family abandoned him when he was a baby and he grew up in a group home. He had no friends as well and the dead end job he was working wasn't enough to change his mind. Besides, Allen couldn't remember the last time he felt such love and happiness course through his body and mind. There was nothing left for him on earth and Allen would happily leave his old life behind. And if he did decide to go with Henry then what would happen. Although he didn't feel any more anger or fear there was a bit of loneliness that washed over Allen when he realized he was going to die alone. Sure Henry was there but no one he knew was with him or was by his side. Allen was almost certain that no one would even show up to his funeral if anyone even cared enough to have one for him. All this pondering really had Allen by the balls and failed to realize that a whole hour had passed.

"So Allen, what is it going to be?" Henry finally broke the silence and was now sounding a bit impatient. "I know it's a pretty big life changing question but we are pressed for time. In about five minutes your body is going to be found, it is up to you whether you want to be in it or not."

"Ummmm...I uhh...I am going to..." Allen shut his eyes and took in a deep breath of air that had a slight smokiness to it. Deep in his heart he already knew the answer an hour ago but it was still worth a second or even a third thought. But who was Allen kidding, besides the light empty feeling that was loneliness he was the happiest he had been his whole life. "Can I go with you?"

"Of course kid, that's what I was asking this whole time." Henry smiled at finally hearing an answer. Now he can get started on Allen and set him on his way but before he did that he had to make sure one last time. "Now last chance, are you sure?"

Taking one last look at the body on the floor surrounded in blood he now knew for sure. "Yes!" Allen answered excitedly. The next unknown destination in his life was going to be a new and exciting journey.

"Alright then." Allen could now tell Henry was really smiling now which made him a little weary. "Allen, now we have to leave before people come because there have been certain situation where spirits such as ourselves had been sighted next to their bodies. I'm not sure what it is about the 'ghost' being next to their body or where they died but sometimes people who are still alive can on occasion see us. That's why certain places around the world are considered 'haunted'."

"Okay." Allen just nodded his head and realized the last thing he wanted was someone to see him as a naked ghost even though that would be very amusing Henry seemed very serious about it.

"Now just hold tight, I am going to take us somewhere a bit more comfortable for your change." Henry spoke a bit more reassuringly.

"For my whaa..." But before Allen could finish he found himself immersed in a bright light. It was quick, close to a blink of an eye. The bright light still clung to his skin when he felt carpet instead of tile push against his feet. It was like staring into the sun and for a bout half a minute Allen was left rubbing his eyes to try to adjust and see his new surroundings.

Eventually Allen was able to see but the room he was now standing in was nothing close to new. The same recognizable musty smell and brown stained carpet told Allen that he was back at his shitty apartment. Then Allen realized something very odd about his old apartment, it was now empty. The window was broken letting wind gently blow the blue torn curtains around, the obvious method of entry. There were indentations in the dirty white carpet where his television and coffee table used to be only leaving a footprint of what Allen used to own. The only thing left in the small apartment was a beaten up and torn brown leather couch.

"I got robbed!" Was the first thing that came out of Allen's lips.

"Really?!"

Henry was amazed at Allen's reaction. Just when he thought he had seen it all, the dead guy that is now a spirit only seems to realize his material stuff had been stolen.

"Do you forget that you are dead already? I mean you do realize you are a naked spirit that no longer will need any of these material things."

Allen was caught off guard by Henry's bluntness. "S...sorry, I just worked so hard for these things." He gazed down at the ground in disbelief. "It's all I really had." Tears began to well up on the corners of his eyes. This wasn't right. Earlier, when he first realized he was dead there was nothing but serenity and acceptance in his mind but now all sorts of unwanted emotions where starting to develop once again. He tried to cover his face from the black smoked man but it was too late, Henry had seen the tears. Sniffling could be heard beneath Allen's tear soaked hands as he ran into the only bedroom. Henry was left floating alone in the living room and with a big sigh he followed the wailing young man.

Henry found Allen slumped over a twin-sized bed that had big comforter with prints of swimming dolphins. The big dolphin blanket now muffled the sniffling as Henry glided next to the crying young man. A reassuring smoking hand rubbed the bare skin on Allen's back to calm him down the only way he knew how.

"Hey now! I don't want to see any tears from you." Henry was trying his best to sound sincere. "Chin up Allen, I was only giving you a hard time... I'm sorry."

Red puffy eyes emerged from the scrunched up comforter and looked up at Henry. "I-I know. It's just that..." Allen paused and gave one big sniff and a wipe of the eyes. "I was feeling so good before, I was no longer sad, no longer suffering, and I felt only love."

Henry showed a crude smiled and laughed a little. "Don't worry about it Allen, for the most part you will always feel the way as you did before but sometimes..." The smoky hand was now gently stroking Allen's messy blonde hair. "Sometimes we feel normal emotion such as sadness and anger as we did before. It is all part of the limbo process. There is something that you need to do before you continue on to your next journey and deep down inside you already know what that is. For me, I am waiting for my love of my life, my wife. Until then I will always have a sense of loneliness and anguish that I am not able to be there for her. They offered me to help others such as yourself until then and let me tell you kid, you are one of the lucky ones. You know what love feels like and you seek it. With out all of the other emotions you would not know what emotion love is."

*Sniff* "You really think so?" Allen was now looking up at the smoky face with a slight sparkle of hope in his eye. Henry wrapped his black arms around Allen's trembling body.

"Yes, to everything." Henry just held Allen until he was completely relaxed as they both sat in pure silence.

Eventually Allen broke the embrace and stood up excitedly. After crying and letting his emotions out really did feel good and the love he felt before returned and Allen was enveloped in the familiar warmth. "Thanks Henry, I really needed that."

"No problem, that's what I am here for." Smiled Henry.

Allen then crossed his arms with a puzzled look on his face. All this crying and new information had distracted him from his earlier question. He had almost forgotten about it but he assumed that the man would eventually have to tell him.

"Henry can I ask you something?"

"Yeah sure buddy." Henry replied.

"Earlier you said something about change. Am I going to change? Is that why you are all smoky and stuff? Because you changed?" Allen had a confused look on his face. All he could think about was what Henry meant by that. Obviously if he did change then would it be something he would actually want to be?

"Well yes, you are going to change. Or better words for it is transform into your true self. For me I transformed into this." Henry's smoky fingers pointed to his own face. "Not my decision but in a way it was. You see I was always fascinated by fire and smoke. I worked as a pyrotechnician for almost thirty years before my accident. There was a malfunction while I was setting up over two hundred fire works for the city's Fourth of July and KABLAM! The rest is history. I can also turn into fire if I want but I am mostly comfortable in this form."

"Wait, so you died and then turned into smoke and fire? When did that happen? When will I transform?" Allen was no becoming more excited but Henry could still sense he was still unsure.

"Don't worry kid, it is going to be nice. You will like it, doesn't hurt at all. As far as my change goes that was years ago before you were even born." Henry chuckled a little. His gaze drew towards the ceiling as he reminisced his change. "Don't think of it as changing into something else, more so you shedding your mask and finally becoming free to be what you want. It feels good." Henry smiled, showing off his hand which instantaneously combusted into fire and was now engulfed in flames. He slowly reached over and touched Allen's bare skin on his shoulder. It didn't hurt at all, in fact it felt pretty good causing Allen to close his eyes. The sensation kept growing on his shoulder long after Henry pulled his burning hand away.

"I will be in the living room. Come get me when you are finished, Okay?" Henry glided towards the bedroom door.

"You mean I'm transforming right now?!" Allen didn't know what to do. His head was instantly overwhelmed with thoughts and expectations of what was about to come.

He could sense the panic coming from the naked young man and before closing the door behind him, Henry spoke a few last words of encouragement.

"Yes, just accept it Allen. It feels good already. Just don't think and let it take you away." And with that Allen was left alone standing next to his small bed in silence.

It was true though it did feel wonderful. The building warm pleasure on his shoulder now had spread across his whole body. It was tough to tell in the dimly lit room but it appeared as if his skin was darkening to a grey hue. It tingled as it spread, thrilling electricity left goose bumps across Allen's arms. He watched as his arms and legs became a dark grey as the tan human skin along his chest and belly was replaced with a contrasting whiteness. It was obvious to Allen now what he was becoming, the skin was all too familiar to what he had seen before. It couldn't be real but the texture underneath his fingertips as he ran a hand across his now smooth chest confirmed it. The white skin quickly spread down to his exposed cock and ended on his inner thighs.

Henry was right; the sensations were overwhelmingly exotic and it felt as though he was getting a full body massage. Every muscle felt like it was being kneaded by soft gentle hands as they grew with every heartbeat. It was only a matter of time before Allen was tentatively rubbing his own body enjoying every inch of his brand new blubbery skin.

"Gaaahhhh."

A concentrated pressure on Allen's mouth and nose caused a moan to escape from his lips. Even his tongue had a pleasurable tension run along it, growing and flattening at a rapid pace. It was so sudden that by the time Allen let out another breath he was already sporting a short grey muzzle. His newly formed tongue explored the inside of his elongated mouth as ever tooth tapered off to a sharp point.

"Oh wow! This is awesome."

Allen normally didn't talk to himself but this situation was on another level. Surprised by the fact that he could talk with such ease, Allen grabbed hold of his smooth muzzle and gently stroked it, opening and closing his jaws in unison. It was a very interesting but pleasurable sensation for Allen to be able to hold his elongated mouth in his palms. That's when he noticed his hands were changing as well. The tops of his hands were grey just as his arms were but what surprised Allen was the fingernails he now had were now black and a tad smaller. A further inspection revealed he now had white palms as both hands took turns touching one another, rubbing the smooth white skin together. A tingling tightness developed as a thin layer of skin proceeded to attach each finger by the middle knuckle and soon Allen was now looking at his very own webbed hands. He slowly spread his fingers allowing his webbing to stretch as he watched in awe. It was definitely odd but it felt extremely satisfying and couldn't wait to see the finished result of his transformation. Allen didn't have to wait long, the intoxicating fuzzy warmth coursing through his body only increased exponentially.

A euphoric daze infiltrated his mind making Allen very weak in the knees. No longer being able to support his own body weight with his wobbling legs Allen fell to the floor, his webbed hands reached out to catch his falling body. He was now on all fours as he instinctively stuck his plump ass into the air. There was an unexplainable tension circulating around his tailbone. It didn't hurt. None of it did, just like he was told. It was as if an unknown force was stroking and pulling on his butt cheeks and lower back raising his ass higher and higher.His asshole pulsed forcing Allen to thrust his hips back even more, only to be followed by pure arousal. Blood rapidly rushed to his cock and in a blink of an eye his white colored cock was erect and throbbing.

"Uuunnnghh." Allen was trying to speak but every lustrous pulse only allowed grunts and moans to escape his round muzzle. The exceedingly pleasurable tension became too much, his ass felt like it was about to explode.

*Kathunk!*

And then all of a sudden, with a loud thud, he felt a part of him hit the floor. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Just for a single moment Allen basked in the immediate burst of ecstasy, panting slightly with his head hung low.

He closed his eyes in wild disbelieve uncertain whether to flex the new mass that hung from his back side or not. It was obvious what it was; he could now feel every inch of skin on his new muscled appendage. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed it.

"I have a tail?" Allen blinked in awe. "I have a tail!"

Allen was right, a meaty round tail now protruded from his ass and lazily rested over his feet and along the floor. The grey tail had a big fluke fin at the end which made Allen smile, showing off his sharp pointy teeth. The sensation of the carpeted floor across the underside of his tail was exhilarating on its own. Although strange, it felt right as if he had a tail his whole life.

Carefully Allen tested its strength and lifted his fluke off the floor waving it slowly up and down. Stretching the appendage was one of he best feelings in the world.

"Ooooohmmmmmph... yeeaah."

Allen moaned while a curious hand slid across the base of the big tail. Fingertips brushed delicately the top and underside of his tail. It was a very similar feeling to touching his pulsating cock and with every stroke sent shivers down his spine. Oh he was definitely going to have some fun with this. And imagine in the water, the feeling of water caress the brand new tail would be overwhelmingly amazing.

'Yup, one of the best feeling in the world' Allen reconfirmed it to himself.

Allen wanted a closer look at his tail so he crawled over to the end of his bed. With little effort he was able to spin around so that the mattress supported his back, sitting knees bent and his tail now splayed out in front of him. His cock was still painfully erect, dripping pre all over his smooth white abs. The underside of the tail was now facing Allen and it was the same white that his chest and stomach displayed. Even relaxing the muscled tail was just as pleasurable, feeling the weight of it being held down against the carpet by gravity left Allen with a taste of bliss. It was only natural for him to start stroking his pleading cock. It had obviously grown just as his muscles had, now having to use two webbed hands to cover the whole twelve-inch length. Jerking in a slow rhythm pre now completely covered his cock, dripping over his webbed hands.

The sound of deep breaths was the only thing that could be heard in the empty room. Allen couldn't help it. His cock was more sensitive than ever and with every pump of his throbbing cock made Allen twitch his tail. Just watching his webbed hands slowly run along the veiny white cock was visually intoxicating. At first Allen thought he was seeing things as he continued to masturbate but it only became more evident what it was. His cock was changing color, from white to a dark pink as the rubbery skin of his penis became softer and smoother. The helmet tip of his dick seemed to melt and stretch into a point. The base of his pink cock was bigger than ever as Allen watched his cock transform underneath his stroking hands. As much as he didn't want to Allen let go of his cock to get a better view. An 'S' shaped pink pointy cock stood proudly erect in between Allen's splayed legs. This brought him even closer to climax, his cock was now twitching with every heart beat spewing copious amounts of pre.

"Mmmmmph"

Allen let out a deep heaving moan as a thrilling tension on his nut sack pulled on his churning balls. It felt like a hand was tentatively rubbing and pulling on his sack but a closer look showed the plump sack was melting into the base of his tail. Just as quick as the sensation came it left and Allen no longer had an exposed ball sack. He was definitely going to miss those but not much, especially with the enormous glistening cock he now had that pulsed inches from his face. He wasn't too worried, the familiar tingling pleasure bellow his member told Allen he still had his balls, they were just internal now. Allen now continued his earlier endeavor, using his precum soaked webbed hands to slide up and down his curved cock. Each hand explored every inch and vein of the extremely sensitive member. Allen rubbed and stroked in various ways and found that his favorite was to gently rub the tip between his thumb and index finger while another hand gripped the base tightly. Although the skin that surrounded his dick was soft and sensitive it still had the strength and toughness similar to his meaty tail.

Moans and the occasional slap of his fluke against the carpet could be heard as he continued to pleasure himself. A very strong musk enveloped the room and it was obvious to Allen it was coming from him; taking excessive whiffs of the bittersweet fragrance he became lost in his own arousal. It was then when he felt the tingling warmth spread to his legs and concentrate mostly on his feet. Watching intently where the building pleasurable tension was building he gasped as he toes grew, stretching and becoming a bit chubbier. His pinky toe had vanished and he now sported four toes on each foot as a similar sensation as he had felt earlier developed between each toe. A thick layer of skin grew connecting each toe with webbing. Allen curled his toes, feeling the new nerves stretch and fold between his toes. It was just as amazing as when his hands had changed if not more. Secretly Allen had always been into feet but looking at each growing foot and wiggling every long stubby toe sent a thrilling chill from the tip of his tail to his head. It was like one of his greatest fantasies had come true as his feet grew over twelve inches long. They were now easily twice the size of his old human feet and Allen just had to touch them.

His feet weren't the only thing to change. Although it was subtle Allen could clearly see that his legs were now slightly shaped differently and the muscles on his thighs and shortened calves had obviously bulked up. Allen guessed it was to accommodate for the added weight on his backside and for his big feet he was so greatly admiring. He pressed his bent legs to the side so that he was now sitting Indian style allowing each webbed foot to rest on top the underside of his twitching tail. Allen was astounded by how flexible he had become and it definitely benefited what he wanted to do next. Both hands came off of his aching cock and greedily grabbed at his toes, rubbing the webbing and smearing warm free with every touch. It was absolutely incredible how good it felt and Allen guessed that his penis wasn't the only thing to become more sensitive. As much as he wanted to keep playing with his big feet his cock was now painfully throbbing waiting release. A bright idea entered Allen's mind, his cock was already just a few inches from his face with a little effort he should be able to... *Slurp* Yes!

Allen was instantly rewarded with gratification as his muzzle easily wrapped around the wet tip of his penis. He had given blowjobs before but never to himself and never to the shape of his cock but it being his own dick made it easier. By adjusting his tongue he was able to hit the right spots, bobbing his head up and down and using that powerful tongue to please himself. Muffled moans escaped from his busy mouth, swallowing his warm salty pre whenever he could as the powerful musk flooded his own senses as he inhaled. It was better than any blowjob he had every received and Allen was guessing it was better than any he had ever given.

Allen's eyelids felt heavy, lost in a cloud of euphoria and just as he was about to close his eyes something caught Allen's attention. The pinkish slit that contrasted the rest of the smooth white skin on his tails underside wasn't hard to miss. Allen was curious now and took his right hand, still generously rubbing his feet with his left hand, and lightly the tips of his fingers over the lips of the rosy slit.

"Gaaaahhh!"

It was what Allen had expected, the only thing that could feel so familiarly pleasurable. Running a finger along the lips of his newly formed asshole cause Allen's member to sit on he edge of climax. It would only be a matter of seconds before he exploded in ecstasy and as much as his member was begging for he release, Allen wanted the tingling pressure to last forever. Just as he had done so many times before, Allen penetrated the moist slit with two fingers and clenched his asshole around them. That was all it took for the inevitable eruption of pure orgasmic euphoria to instantaneously course through Allen's body and end at the tip of his pointed member. The sudden out burst caused Allen to grip his feet tight with his left hand as the fingers on his right hand were enveloped by the moist insides of his pulsing asshole. Allen thought he would surely choke as an abundant amount of hot steaming cum kept shooting into his mouth. As hard as he was trying to keep up by swallowing every mouth full some of it managed to escape and dripped out of his lips coating the white skin on his pelvis down bellow. What seemed like ages of unexplainable blissful release and orgasmic delight, Allen was soon left panting and licking his messy muzzle and cock. He did his best to clean himself as if he were a dog and he had to laugh at himself at the thought but it only felt natural. He could feel the animalistic nature in him, the side of him that he had always been lacking. The lack of confidence no longer had a presence in his satisfied mind.

"Aaah!"

Allen had tried leaning against the mattress again, yelping when he felt a slight pinch on his back. Surprised, Allen pulled himself up with the help of his muscular legs. As soon as he stood he noticed why his legs had so much muscle and why his feet were so big. Just as he had guessed, he was now standing on the balls of his feet and his joints in his legs were bent slightly to accommodate for the weight of his tail making it a lot easier to balance. Taking a few steps, Allen was able to instinctively use his tail to not lose his composure with ease. The curiosity drove him to walk straight to his bathroom where he knew there was a mirror above the sink. Without even glancing at the switch Allen turned the light on out of habit. At this point Allen had totally forgotten he had died and no longer needed light to see clearly. It was all in his head.

"Holy shit I am buff!"

A quick glance showed Allen his newly formed muscles. He had even noticed earlier but now it was unmistakable, he was just as big and meaty as Mick was. His six pack abs flexed with every breath and the pecks and bulky arms he now sported could intimidate just about anyone. Starring into the mirror Allen also noted he no longer had long blonde hair and was left with a smooth bald head and only little open slits where his ears used to be. He didn't mind at all, he was now a dolphin after all. And a sexy one at that.

Allen quickly turned to his side to see what had pinched on his back and of course, he should have known. A proportionately curved dorsal fin protruded from the middle of his back. All he could do is stand admiring his reflection, as he felt oddly proud of his newly grown fin. His cock had now receded into a moist vertical slit that sat slightly plump waiting patiently for the next sexual experience it was going to encounter.

Minutes passed before he realized Henry was waiting in the living room for him. He was unsure how long the man had been waiting but Allen still had some cum on his tail and stomach that he needed to wash of. Luckily the sink was there and with the little water that did come out of the rusty faucet he managed to clean himself. The water against his skin felt invigorating and couldn't wait to go for a swim if ghosts were even capable of swimming. That didn't matter though, Allen's new body felt amazing and the familiar emotion of love washed over him. Taking one last look in the mirror Allen then proceeded out of the bathroom and padded his way towards the living room. A soft pink brushed across his muzzle when he realized the dirty deed he had just committed and the smell of musk in the air would definitely give it away and Henry would know.

When the dolphin entered the living room he found Henry floating lazily over the beaten up couch. A loud snore was coming from the sleeping cloud of smoke.

"Umm...Henry?" Allen was a bit anxious to wake the man but how else would he know what to do next but Henry just responded with more snoring. Creeping along the carpet towards the couch Allen put I webbed hand on the man's smoking shoulder gently shaking it.

"Henry!" Allen continued a little louder but it was enough to get him to stir.

"Wha...Imma gunna sleeepe..." Henry mumbled and then turned his back to the dolphin tucking his legs to his chest.

"Henry!" Allen snickered a little for it was similar to waking up a little child.

"What, what's wrong kid?" Allen had finally gotten Henry to sit up as black smoke trailed his head as he reposition himself. He blinked a few time before looking of at Allen new Dolphin body.

"Holy crap kid!" Henry was now wide-awake and studying Allen carefully. "You really put on some extra weight, and you're now a dolphin? Never would have guessed."

"Yeah, hehe." Allen couldn't help but blush even more. "It feels amazing!"

"I told you didn't I?" Henry smiled back. "So I am guessing you are one of those furry peoples? I get those all the time and they seem to always change into walking talking animals."

"Furry...people?" Allen looked confused. He had never heard that term before.

"Yeah, it's like people who think they are animals and..." Henry just looked at Allen who had his head tilted in confusion. "Never mind kid."

"I think its because I have always loved to swim and I was always fascinated by dolphin." Allen's blush was now radiating a bright red. "I just always admired how free and happy they always seem to be. I used to swim in the ocean and always see them playing in the surf with each other and..."

"You don't have to explain to me." Henry interrupted Allen with a smile. "I get it kid."

"Thanks for everything Henry." Allen leapt forward embracing Henry tightly. It startled Henry at first but he returned the loving embrace and patted his smoking hands on the dolphin back.

"You don't have to thank me." Henry gently pushed Allen back holding the dolphin by his smooth broad shoulders. "I am here to just show you the way. Now are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" Allen asked quizzically.

"Here." Henry stuck his hand out expecting Allen to grab it. "Let me show you..."