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Mango let thoughts swim through his mind, sitting there on the beach, relieved of an orgasm, enjoying the last of his lemonade as he stared out towards the ocean. Anything he said, and it would be. The power was godlike! He didn't even have to be responsible. He could fix things that he had messed up.

The problem the lemon shark was facing, as he ran a hand through his dusky hair and adjusted his glasses, was that he didn't know quite what to do with this power. What did he want to experience? Did he want to be a movie star? A king? A super hero? All three? He shook his head.. He should do good things with his power. Wipe out poverty, cure diseases...

But if he did all of that, that would change the world in other ways. There would always be problems, he'd just spend the rest of his life curing other people's problems.. He clutched his head in his hands for a moment and slowly stood, growling in frustration, frowning deeply.

"Fine!" He finally called out towards the ocean.

Mango would have fun. No sense in changing the world in drastic ways just yet. He knew he had this power and he wanted to enjoy it. There was one dream he already had that he wanted to enjoy particularly thoroughly. "The beach chair is gone, and so is the lemonade cup." And so they were, poofing from existence. Unencumbered, the shark headed home.

Stepping up to his apartment door, he couldn't help but grin at the thoughts in his head. He stood before his full length mirror, "I'm dressed well, all of my clothes fitting my body perfectly." And his nerdy t-shirt and baggy jeans turned tighter, fitti his legs, tailored to his hips and crotch flawlessly, and a shirt under a plaid button-up, sleeves rolled up to his biceps, the top and bottom buttons undone, the fit hugging his chest comfortably. He was sharp, and his confidence was swelling.

Now to go test his abilities at a proper locale... He headed back out into town and stopped at a restaurant on the beach. Even before stepping out of his car, he paused and started...

"The restaurant I'm about to go into doesn't have a lot of people in it right now.." He noticed a few cars to either side of his disappear, "Of those that are here, a few are single women, between the ages of eighteen and thirty. Each of those women will find me incredibly attractive.." He blushed at the thought, "And one of them will approach me after I get my first drink."

All he had to do was walk in and see what his own scenario had in store for him.

And so he did.

The shark was shown to the bar. He looked around quickly, not wanting to look out of place. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but he did notice a few girls. He waited for a few minutes, ordered a drink. It came, and so did a woman, sliding into the spot at the bar beside him.

She was... not what Mango had in mind. She was a gray wolf, probably, or some kind of wolf-like mutt. Her tawny gray fur was a bit thin in places, her dull brown eyes matching her dull, frizzy brown hair. It looked like she suffered from a bad case of split ends, and tried to hide it by getting as much hair as she could into a bun behind her head. She wore a dress that didn't fit her very well, but then, few things might. She wasn't fat, not even really chubby, just not much of anything, really. Her chest seemed flat, yet there was pudge around her stomach. Her hips were a bit box-like and her legs were thin, her paws dressed in sandals, fitting for a beach restaurant scene.

The worst part was that she reeked of cigarette smoke.

And she did, indeed, find Mango very attractive. She started classic, her raspy voice practically growling, "Hey there cutie. You new here or what?" She had to speak up to properly enunciate, which of course drew plenty of attention, and the way she leaned in close to speak to him suggested she was either a bit drunk, or had no concept of personal space.

All in all, the woman was repulsive.

Mango paused. This was also an opportunity. Wasn't this a way of doing some good in the world? He gave her the best smile he could manage and nodded, "Yeah, first time to this restaurant.." The honest truth, so nothing changed. How convenient, "You're not going to hear this sentence or the one that follows it. You dont smoke or hang out with anyone that does." He followed with, "My name is Mango, what's yours?"

Sweet relief. The reek was gone, and the smile on his face came easier, both out of relief and pride. Indeed, the canine didn't seem to register the two little life-changing statements, "Mango? That's a funny name for a funny guy.." she laughed in a voice that was... at least more pleasant, though no less obnoxious, "I'm Tracey, it's nice to meet you. Do you like canines Mango?"

A pun about the wolfess fishing for a compliment ran through the shark's brain. He gave an innocent nod, glazing over the question.. What would happen if he said 'yes'? Would his opinions on canines change because of what Tracey was insinuating with the statement? If he said no, would he find her, and other canines even more unattractive? He tried to focus, "Tracey, let's play a game. I'm going to guess a few things about you, and you tell me if they're right or wrong, ok? If I say anything that upsets you, just let me know."

Tracey squealed with delight, "Oh a game! Oh wonderful, yeah, yeah, I'm so ready baby, go ahead!" She fawned over the shark, brushing his thigh with a hand.

Perfect, "Let's start easy, and we'll get tougher. You are... a natural blonde." He glanced up to her hair, pleased to see that from the roots down to the frazzled tips, her hair shifted color, brightening to a pleasant dusky blonde.

"Oh c'mon, can't you tell that from lookin' at me? Haha, you're right though, not a bit of dye up here. When I do something silly, it's a blonde thing, hahaha, y'know?" the way she bobbed her head to demonstrate her own ditziness grated on Mango for some reason.

"Alright. You... do Yoga and practice martial arts every day."

The shark was pleased to see her body shape up. Her pudge faded into a set of hard abs and her lanky arms and legs swelled with a nice layer of muscle. The wolfess didn't seem to notice, "You got it baby! Wow, yoga and martial arts, how'd you guess them both? It's this great bod, isn't it? You're lookin' at it, I can tell where your eyes are going cutie!" she laughed, brushing his thigh again, swaying and bouncing in her chair.

Progress, at least, and an opportunity. He tensed a bit as he spoke, "You do have a great body, what with those curvy hips and your lovely, full chest."

Though her body was improving, her attitude wasn't at all. Her hips swelled from tomboyish into full and beautiful, her strong thighs leading to a tight, round ass. Her chest billowed out, filling the dress she wore much better, though the shark noticed (before and after) that there was no bra.. Was Tracey really that shameless?

"Oooh! You're a little fiesty one arent'cha? Hahaha! I like that, honey, I like that." she gave his shoulder a playful push, "Ok, guess, you're on a roll huh? Guess again, huh? I like this game!"

The attitude had to go, "You're a sweet, demure woman who enjoys soft jazz, dressing well, and engaging in polite conversation. You're no prude, though, and enjoy sexual conversations with attractive partners in private."

The wolf's personality changed immediately. She blinked in surprise, and for a moment she was a bit confused, and then a blush rose upon her cheeks, "Wow... that's a bit personal, isn't it?" she cooed, gently touching the shark's knee, "Are you.. a psychic? I mean, guessing my favorite music is one thing, but my home habits?" The shark was also happy to note that her dress and attire went through a little upgrade. Her dress fit much better, and a bra was certainly supporting those full breasts underneath it, creating an attractive line of cleavage. Her simple sandals turned to short heels, and a few little pieces of jewelwry hung from her ears and neck.

"You know Sherlock?" he smiled easier. This was much more pleasant.

"Well yes, of course... Oh, you use powers of deduction?"

Saved, he nodded. Talking about himself and his personality seemed dangerous. "One more guess. Tracey, your hair and fur is your pride, and you take impeccable care of it." And that did it. He watched as her tawny fur seemed to brush itself right before his eyes, becoming sleek, well maintained; a surface he really wanted to stroke at the moment. He glanced up to see the bun of her hair fall out, her long golden hair spilling across her shoulders and down her back, split ends healing and frizz falling into lovely volume. Even her dark eyes seemed so much nicer, and he hadn't even mentioned them.

"Oh come on, that's an easy observation compared to the last one." she giggled, "But, the compliment is certainly noted, and appreciated..." She leaned in a little bit closer, "But let's talk about you, Mango.. What do you do for a living?"

Damn. Just the situation he wanted to avoid. But then, this was an opportunity too, wasn't it? He scratched the side of his face nervously, "Ah, well, I'm an artist." best to stay honest, for now.

"Lovely! What do you do? Music? Painting?"

"I, uh.. illustrate.. a variety of things. I use digital programs and a tablet to draw."

"Mm, interesting." though the wolf's tone didn't match her words, "Is that why you're able to come here in the middle of the day? Are you between contracts?"

He nodded a bit, "But what do you do? For a living? You're here in the middle of the day too, right?"

This little hookup was heading south, and the shark could see it on her face. What, she could call him out for being a loafer but he couldn't do the same for her? She leaned back a bit and turned her hips away from him, glancing out towards the rest of the restaurant, "I'm on vacation here, actually. Visiting family for a few days. Back home I manage a restaurant."

"Fantastic! What kind of food does the restaurant have?" Could he not regain her interest on his own, or was he really that bad at meeting girls?

"Seafood." she shrugged, "Anyway, it was nice talking to you Mango, I did really enjoy your game." She gave him an apologetic smile and slowly stood.

The lemon shark watched her go. Wait, this wasn't how this was supposed to go... He'd turned a raunchy smoker into a polite, sweet woman, and the difference seemed to change enough that she lost all interest? Her standards must have gone up the more that he improved her.. Wait, was he really that bottom of the barrel? He ran a hand through his hair, turning back towards the bar, retreating a bit inside himself.

He just had to be more specific. He muttered into his glass, "Tracey left because she's putting on an act. The truth is that she's so attracted to me, that she's become incredibly horny, and had to excuse herself to the bathroom to finger herself to an orgasm so she can keep her composure." He glanced up to notice the wolfess making a bee-line for the ladie's room.

Mango grinned, "Tracey came here on vacation because she has the hots for shark guys, and I'm the first she's met so far. She doesn't want anyone to know about her species preference, so she'll wait until I head back to my car to approach me again." He nodded with a heavy sigh. That's what he wanted, right? It almost felt like cheating, but if he was being honest with himself, he couldn't have been more thrilled. It was exciting!

He paid his bill and headed back outside the restaurant. He took his time unlocking his car, and just as he opened his car door, Tracey came hurrying out.

"Ah, Mango! You dropped something...!" She came right up to him, nothing in her hands. She looked up into his eyes, a fire in her own, "I'm sorry, I.. well.. it's complicated. Anyway. Mango, I'd really like to... go someplace with you. Any place, ideally private." she looked flushed, her cheeks red.

He played the surprised act, "Uh... ok? What?"

She sighed and stepped back a bit, looking around the ground as if an answer had fallen there, "You see.. I'm actually desperately attracted to you... I have... I get really horny whenever I see sharks, but there are none around my hometown, so I came here, hoping to.. hook up. Is that... That makes me sound like a total slut, doesn't it?" she shifted uncomfortably.

He shook his head, a grin spreading across his cheeks, "That's alright. You're a total slut for sharks like me."

She took a deep breath, sliding up against Mango, pressing him back against his car, "Yes... yes I am... I can't deny it. Mango, take me back to your place.. or wherever. I really just want to fuck you."

It took no time at all to get back to Mango's apartment, and by the time they crossed the threshold, Tracey was half naked, her dress discarded, shoes kicked off. A lovely pair of black panties matched her lacey bra, and she assaulted Mango with a ferocious kiss as soon as the door was closed.

The shark did his best to keep his balance, gripping Tracey's body, but down they went, landing in a heap on the floor. That didn't stop Tracey's advances. Her hands roamed his body, using her strength to tear his shirt open, buttons popping off and scattering across the floor. The shark chuckled a little as Tracey leaned in to kiss him deeply, her tongue invading his mouth as if he was the flavor she'd been craving all her life.

Between her horny advances and Mango doing his best to hang on, they somehow made it into his bedroom, minus the rest of their clothes. Tracey shoved him onto the bed and crawled on after, her hand stroking over his hip and chest, her eyes drinking him up. Her other hand came down to grasp his rock-hard shaft, "Oh you're big... I was worried since you're a bit on the... lean side.. but you're full of surprises, aren't you?" she growled hungrily.

Mango chuckled a little, then let out a groan as her mouth came down around his cock. He gripped into the bed, closing his eyes as the canine's lips came around him and sealed like a vacuum. Her long tongue lapped up along the underside of his cock, stroking tenderly and firmly. She started to bob her head up and down along him, her hair tossing this way and that, tickling along his stomach as she slurped him up wetly. Tracey was hungry, her eyes glaring up at him through her blonde hair as she gulped his cock down to the root, sending his tip deep down the back of her throat!

The sensations assaulted the shark, but he held on. His romp with the Beach Slut gave him a little more endurance, even though he felt that under any other circumstances, he would have cum for the ravenous wolfess right then. Tracey pulled off of his cock, taking a deep breath as she brushed her hair back out of her face, "You taste so fucking good.." she hissed, sliding her body up along his, her soft, full tits rubbing against his lean chest, "Sharks are so hot.. Look at you.." She stroked a hand over his face, "This sharp muzzle.. full of teeth.. You're perfect.. This sleek skin.. that thick tail... No furry idiot can match this..."

Slowly, Tracey slid a hand down his body, grasping that raging cock and guiding it to her soft sex. She pressed back nice and slow, and accepted his girth into her body, letting out a soft groan of bliss as she did, "Yes.. fuck yes... Finally.. Oh gods finally!" she moaned.

That pussy was so tight around him. Mango worried that he might not fit all the way, but then he muttered, "You're going to take every inch..." grinning a bit. His hands slid up along her body to grasp into those soft breasts, "Mmph.. and these breasts... You suffer from a rare disorder that causes them to grow when you're having sex..."

The wolf gasped a little, grinding down onto him, "It's.. it's happening already, isn't it?" She groaned, "Gods, that's why I've not had much.. mmph... I hope you don't think it's freakish... I'm just so horny..." She took him deeper, inch after inch of his cock sliding into her body. Just as she reached the base, Mango could see that her breasts had swollen just a little bit. They looked fuller, her pink nipples hardened nicely.

"It's not freakish." he grinned stroking over those breasts, feeling the subtle ways that they grew into his hands, "You love your breasts. The reason you haven't had much sex is to keep them a reasonable size, but now that you've finally found a shark to fuck, you don't care any more."

Tracey nodded, "You're right... Fuck... I don't care.. Let them grow.. You like them, right?" Mango nodded, "Then let them grow.. Just fuck me, fuck me you stud!"

He did just that, rocking his hips between the bed and the canine, shoving his thick ten-incher deep into her body, bottoming out against her inner walls every time. Her hips slapped wetly against his, her juicy pussy making the lewdest of sounds as he thrust up into her. She rode him expertly, straddling him and bouncing with him, rutting against his cock and grinding against him from time to time to make sure he was as deep as he could be.

All the while, Tracey's breasts steadily grew. They were probably C-cups before... but now definitely D's, heavy and bouncing and jiggling with every thrust. Mango pulled the wolfess down atop him, crushing her swelling breasts against his lean chest. He nipped and kissed at her neck, teasing across her fur and flesh as he rutted, jackhammering into her body.

It didn't take long then. A few more thrusts and Mango grunted out, "Nnh..." and shoved his dick deep. Tracey caught the sign and ground her hips down against him, accepting his thick, potent load into her body with a squeal of delight.

"Yes! Shark cum! Oh fuck yes! Oh gods thank you Mango, thank you!" she cooed, her tight pussy milking over his cock, making sure she got every drop that he had to give.

The shark collapsed back as the afterglow of his orgasm rushed through his body. Tracey was grinning ear to ear, kissing him, licking him, nuzzling against him, applauding his efforts while celebrating what seemed to be a life-long goal. Her heavy DD's seemed to stop swelling just as she pulled off of Mango's flagging cock.

She licked the shark clean, which made him twitch and groan a little, before giving his hair a ruffle and slipping into his shower to clean up.

That's what the shark wanted. He wanted more of this. More women shouting his name, riding his cock. More breasts growing in his hands.. Hell, he could make other things a reality too. Why stop at vanilla sex? The shark was grinning like an idiot as he relaxed on the bed. His head was swimming with ideas, and when Tracey came back out, he'd be ready for round two...