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Jeff couldn't believe his good fortune as he packed up his things for spring break. An all-expenses paid vacation to an island in the Pacific with nothing but hot girls to look at and possibly a little something more They had snorkeling and scuba diving during the day and parties during the night. As a freshman in college, anything to escape the cold winter and mild spring for some actual sunlight and beaches would be a perfect escape. He told his parents he won a contest from the local radio station; it was sponsored by a new sporting goods store in the area and he happened to be the eighteenth caller.

He looked around for his swimming trunks and found them in a rather sorry state as a hole had started to form in a rather embarrassing spot; his bottom. He smirked, this would certainly receive a few stares from the girls but he didn't want to start off his vacation with holey clothes. Looking at his watch he still had time to go down to the sporting goods store before he hopped into the limousine to the airport.

Taking the credit card he was given with the vacation package; he jogged over to the store and made a bee line to the swimming section of the store. As it happened the store manager, Chris, recognized Jeff from the presentation at the radio station. "So Jeff," he called out to him. "Picking up a few things before heading off?"

"Yeah, my swimming shorts seem to be lacking in material in a few certain spots," he admitted, laughing nervously. "Just wanting to pick up a couple of suits before I head off for the week; any suggestions, I wear a size 32."

"Yeah, I'm sure the girls would love that," Chris laughed with Jeff. "What are you looking for; something to show off or just something to wear, take a quick dip in the water and come right back out?"

Jeff thought about it for a few seconds and smiled. "Well, I guess one of both actually; you never know right?"

"Well, if you don't mind me asking, are you on swim team or something similar?" Chris asked.

"I was on a swim team through middle school; I'm used to wearing those swimming briefs they wear," Jeff admitted. "But high school was too competitive for my tastes but I did swim regularly wearing either briefs or those new jammers they came up with and I like to SCUBA once in a while but now with school I really haven't had the time to keep it up like I did back home."

"I see and where is home?" Chris asked, leading Jeff to the competitive suit section of the store.

"Florida," Jeff answered. "Just a bit off Tampa, but my parents always were headed off to all parts of Florida for weekend getaways. Miami, Daytona, Orlando, the Keys; just to name a few."

"If I can suggest maybe going back to wearing briefs," Chris suggested. "I have heard of this island. There is a strong Asian/Islander influence on the island and they seem to wear those type of suits on the beach and pools and of course if there is a holiday to be had, a few Europeans make it a habit to go there as well."

"I don't know," Jeff sounded skeptical about showing off his body in next to nothing. "It's been a while since I've worn something so revealing. I didn't mind when I was younger; really nothing to show at that age but now that I'm older and what I would like to think wiser; maybe it wouldn't be prudent."

"Look, I'm only just making observations, but if you still swim occasionally, maybe just wear them for the week and you'll have two suits when you come back to do lap swimming to keep impressing those girls," Chris said, being the salesman that he was.

"Yeah, I like the sound of that; there is a couple of girls on the college swimming team that I've noticed have been looking at me. Might as well break out some of that swimming style I had. Alright, what do you have?" Jeff asked, looking at the miniscule swimming briefs that were before him.

"There is this new swimming company that has put out a decent product or so I've heard from other swimmers around the area and our other stores in the area," Chris commented, showing him an entire line of swimming suits from that company. "I believe they are called Gene-Pool: their representative was more pushy than I would have liked, but he did say if I couldn't be a test market for their stuff. I've come to the conclusion that their suits are of superior make to Speedo and Arena, but gives enough room for those of the male and female persuasions that are more...advanced, if you catch my meaning."

Jeff laughed. "I think I do, but I don't have that problem; I think I'm just average in that department but that's good to know just in case, you know?"

"Good, it's a selling point for some of those on the college swimming team here," Chris remarked. "So could I interest you in some of their suits then?"

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try them for a week," Jeff said. "Been a Speedo person for my entire career; nice to try out new things."

"Exactly, so pick out some suits that you like and I'll give them to ya free," Chris said.

This surprised Jeff. "Free, are you serious; what's the catch?"

"Like I said, this Gene-Pool representative has been really after me to get his product in the mainstream," Chris said. "He said he could let me give away a few of his suits and he'll reimburse me. Why not give you a couple now; knowing that you won this contest and you can give me a report in how well they fit in a 'rough' environment of this island."

"Wow, thanks man," Jeff couldn't believe his good luck. He thumbed through a few of the smaller sizes and they did feel a bit different than the Speedo suits he had worn previously. He found the suits that were the same size and found a brown pair and a black pair. "Alright I think I will take these two; want me to try them on just in case?"

"If you want, but don't you have a limo to catch in a few more minutes?" Chris looked at his watch to emphasize this.

"Oh shit, yeah, thanks bro," Jeff looked at his own watch and took the suits off their hangers and left them hanging on the rack. "Don't worry, I'll be back to give you a customer review of these suits."

"I'll look forward to it, Jeff," Chris smiled, as he watched him leave the store in a bit of a hurry.

Chris watched as the freshman jogged back to his college apartment and his smiled widened. He walked back to the cashier desk and dialed a number on his cell phone. "Hey Jack," he spoke into the receiver. "Yep, I'm doing fine; got the kid going to the island to my store. I have to keep those people that cut holes in clothes for myself ya know, but that isn't why I called. I got Jeff to take a couple of the swimming briefs."

A few questions were fired at Chris as he answered them. "Yeah, a black and brown pair; I'm guessing I know what will happen then? Yep, I took special care to make sure he picked those two; just like you taught me. Yeah, former swimmer so he'll fit right in; might be a diamond in the rough, good size to him. Hey, no problem, he's headed to the airport as we speak; you'll see him when he gets off the plane."

Hanging up the phone he looked up and saw a couple of college age swimmers he'd seen in the store from before; a brother and sister. He smiled as he headed over. "Hello you two; let me guess, you're in the market for a new swimming suit."

The plane ride was uneventful for the most part; a few bumps here and there. Jeff stepped off the plane was hit by a wave of humidity and heat. "Wow, I should've expected that," he exclaimed out loud.

While waiting for his luggage; a male came up to him wearing khaki shorts, a black collared t-shirt and a straw hat. "Jeff, Jeff Bingham?" he asked.

"Yes, how do you know who I am?" Jeff was surprised that anyone knew of him on the island.

"Sorry about that," the man said. "I have been expecting you; I'm part of the contest that you won and I'm here to take you to your hotel room and make sure that you are comfortable during your stay."

"Oh well, in that case, thank you; and you are?" Jeff calmed down visibly but was still skeptical on how far this contest winning were going to go. He certainly was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"Just call me Mark, I'm part of the compnay that sponsored this contest at the local sports store," he continued. "I'm a representative of Gene-Pool."

"Oh yes, I was given a couple of suits from your company before I left," Jeff commented. "Haven't tried them on yet but I can tell that they seem very well made."

"Thank you," Mark smiled. "We're hoping to have an evaluation from your experiences of the suits you have; always trying to improve our line of athletic wear and I shouldn't being saying too much but we have just recently dived in the swimming suit market; yes, pun was intended."

"Really, from Chris he said you've been in the market for a few months," Jeff raised an eyebrow.

"When you are going against the heavyweights of the swimming world a few months is just like coming from the womb; Speedo, TYR, Arena and others, heck even Nike has made competitive suits longer than we have."

"Point taken," Jeff said, spying his one and only suitcase; a blue and black hard-case with a pink ribbon tied to the handle. "Yeah, laugh about the pink; got the idea when this one almost was taken from another airport. The other person had the same exact make, model and color. Guess he forgot to look at the name."

Mark nodded. "I had that same experience a couple of times myself; thankfully it was my own clothing instead of the company suitcase with all of our samples; that and it has this huge logo on the top and bottom saying Gene-Pool on it discourages most would be thieves."

"Do you get many of your competitors to steal your designs?" Jeff asked while hefting the suitcase off the conveyor belt.

"We're relatively new in the athletic clothing market but I've found a couple of times people were hanging around the company suitcase more than I would like," Mark admitted. "Though generally it's people genuinely curious in what kind of company Gene-Pool is. I think I get most of my sales from just curious passer-bys. We're a small company and we are relying on word of mouth currently, but one of these days we're hoping to take on the big buys."

"I wish you well," Jeff said, walking towards the front of the airport to catch his limo. "So how do I keep in contact with you when my vacation is over to give my opinion on the suit?"

"Oh yes, almost forgot," Mark went for his wallet and produced his company card. "You can either call me direct or go on the internet. Also, might I interest you in a party hosted by Gene-Pool later this evening? This island's legal age is lower than the U.S. and you're more than welcome to join us for a few drinks and general fun. You can even wear your new swimming suit if you wanted to; most everyone is going to be wearing some sort of our product as well."

"Really, cool," Jeff was excited, but a bit nervous. "You really want to see my white body in swimming briefs?"

Mark countered. "Up to you, but this is a vacation spot; people just want to have a good time rather than worry about what you look like."

"Very true," Jeff agreed with Mark. "So, I think I'll swing by; how do I get to this party?"

"We'll have a car come by your hotel and pick you up or you can walk to the Moroccan Hotel: the party will be set up to the beach," Mark said. "You can call me what time you want to be picked up at; party starts at 7:00 pm local time and lasts 'til we all pass out."

"Sounds like a plan," Jeff said. "Well I hope to see you later and thanks again."

"Anytime," Mark waved as the limo pulled away from the airport. When the vehicle was out of sight, he dialed a number. "Yeah, hey, it's Mark. Yep, I met him, seems like a nice kid; got him to the party I believe. Yep, he took my card and he seemed interested in the party; I think you mention booze to any college student and you'll get an automatic yes. Just tell them to be patient a day or two and I'll have the team complete; been working on one of the females from Georgia to join us; trust me she is gorgeous in our suit. Don't worry I'll keep you posted, bye."

He looked up and down the airport and found his car waiting. He entered it and turned the ignition on. This was turning out to be one of his better recruitment trips in recent memory.

Jeff took in the sights as he rode in the limo. Realizing that this was a small island; he knew he would rather walk to the party than be stuck in a car all trip long. He went to the reservation desk and a pretty brunette waited on him. Heck he wouldn't mind living here if he had this to look at all year long; especially all the tourists coming in as well. She gave him his key cards to swipe into his room. He thanked her and headed up to his room.

It was on the beach level and when he opened the door he was met by a great view of the beach with a few guests of the hotel walking by the window. Further out towards the sea, he could see families playing in the water and making sand castles for the little ones. His room had a complimentary fruit basket along with a general selection of soda on hand. His bed was located to a room to his right that was sheltered from viewing from outside. It had all the amenities such as a flat screen television, a table and a couple of chairs, an overstuffed sofa facing the television, and a small kitchenette just in case he bought something from one of the stores in the area to quickly fix for a lunch or snack.

"I could get used to this," Jeff said out loud. He couldn't wait to snap pictures and send them to his friends in college and his parents. They'd be so envious; well, his friends at least. He tugged at his suitcase and set it on the bed. It sunk into the comforter from the weight. "Like my beds a bit firmer than this but it's a vacation; can't complain too much, everything is paid for."

The bedroom had a king size bed and a cabinet to store all of his clothes. He set aside his swimming suits and decided to give the black pair a tryout when he went out. He put the brown pair in one of the dresser drawers; along with his underwear. Another flat screen was on the wall for his viewing pleasure while in bed. Another sliding door was located to the right of the bed, but this one had a thick curtain to hide the person inside and it doubled as a heat repellent from when the sun set in the evenings. The bathroom had a body length mirror along with a Jacuzzi tub and toilet.

Finally feeling settled in, Jeff took the black swimming suit and held it up for his inspection. Apparently he had forgotten to take off the tags which were still dangling from the side of the suit. The logo of Gene-Pool was on one of the tags along with a warning. Thinking that this was just washing instructions he tugged at the plastic holder and it broke easily without tearing the material. Being a bit self-conscious, he entered the bathroom and pulled off his shirt, shorts and underwear. Stretching a bit before putting on the suit; he looked himself over in the full-length mirror. "Not bad, but boy do I need a tan," remarked Jeff to himself.

He slid the miniscule swimming briefs up his legs and over his waist. It had been a while since he had worn a competitive suit and his natural reaction was his member becoming slightly erect as the tight material came over his groin. He fitted the suit over his hips so they looked more natural; as he was adjusting the suit, his fingers came across what seemed like a button in the waistband. Thinking it was a security measure from people taking the suits from the store he tugged on it and then pushing the button what he thought the holes were for the drawstring.

A clicking noise was heard and then the suit seemed to conform even more so to his lithe body. He breathed in sharply as the suit seemed to have a life of its own. He looked in the mirror and found the suit had indeed seemed to form a second skin along his waistline and hips. His member and balls seemed to be hidden behind the material with only a slight bulge showing his semi-erect penis. Jeff felt a bit relieved at this, but the initial reaction was one of surprise and shock. He went over to the drawer and pulled out his brown pair and found the same thing as the black pair having a small button located at the top of the suit.

"Maybe this is to keep the suit on while swimming at meets?" Jeff left the question waft in the air; trying to convince himself of the answer he had already given. "Must be, oh well."

Going back to the bathroom; he certainly liked what he saw in the mirror. His body was perfect for this suit and he smiled. "Let's just go to the pool for now and work my way to the beach." He collected his clothes and put on his t-shirt and shoes and went out of the room via the hallway.

He arrived at the pool as the sun was nearing its zenith. He looked around and found the pool area was half full of people from the hotel. A couple of older gentlemen had set up camp at the Jacuzzi, a couple of lap swimmers at the far end of the pool were pushing each other and a couple of families with children occupied the shallow end. Nothing caught his eye of the female persuasion, but right now, he just wanted to get some sun to see if he couldn't turn himself a light brown instead of vanilla white. He slipped off his shirt and shoes and laid one of the lounge chairs and closed his eyes.

A short time later, he was rudely interrupted as a couple of teen-agers, probably middle school age came running into the area and performed cannonballs into the pool. Though he didn't get wet; the sound of their boisterous enthusiasm broke the quiet atmosphere he was searching for. He noticed, as they exited the water, they were wearing the same brand of swimwear as he had on; seems as though Gene-Pool was popular on this island. While he had no interest in men, let alone boys of their age, they had the bodies for the suits. "Well, let's see how long they can keep that up," Jeff said to himself. "If not, I'll head to the beach."

The two teens settled down enough so that Jeff and the other pool goers enjoyed a truce between youth and age. Once in a while one would hoop and holler and then quiet down. Jeff remembered his days on the middle school swim team and not quite understanding that they were there for competition. Usually one or two of the boys he was with lost their suit near the end of practice. Jeff could easily understand what these two boys were going through.

After about an hour and half of thoroughly cooking himself at the pool; he put on his shirt and shoes and headed towards the restaurant. Forgetting that he hadn't taken his shorts with him; he became a little bit red and not from the sun as he waited to be seated. "I'm sorry, I have to go back to my room and get some shorts on," he said to the waitress.

"Oh that's ok, at least you have something on underneath that shirt," she said. "Don't worry about it; we have children come in just wearing their suits as well as adults; just as long as you behave yourself." She giggled. "This is after all a vacation destination; we're not as strict as the States are about dress code, but if you do decide to visit our steakhouse; I think something a bit more than what your wearing will be needed."

"Yeah, don't think they would want that sorta meat being left to hang around in a place like that," Jeff said, nonchalantly.

A pleasant melodious laughter escaped her mouth. "You certainly like using puns," she pointed out. "Yeah, they would frown about that; come, I'll show you to your table."

After ordering a tuna melt and Coke, he gazed the window while picking at his food. He looked up and down the beach and saw vacationers generally enjoying themselves. He saw some small boats leaving the marina; while jet skis leaving the surf. He even saw what looked like a couple of SCUBA divers entering the water from the pier. "Now, if only I had a dive partner," he said out loud while the waitress came to see if he needed a refill on his soda.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jeff apologized. "Just saw a couple of SCUBA divers out there; just wondering where I could go to get a partner to dive with me. I haven't dove in ages."

"Well, I dive," she hesitantly spoke up. "I know all the great spots around this island."

"Do you now?" Jeff asked his interest in her piquing. "I don't suppose you would want to come with me and show me around to all the great spots?"

"Um, there I go again shooting off my big mouth," she said, obviously embarrassed. "Well, I get off in half an hour and have to go back home to get my suit; sure what the hell, why not, you're cute."

After this was said she became red as a cherry. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"That's ok," Jeff did his best to calm her down. "I don't mind being called cute from a pretty girl such as you; I find it quite an honor."

After fumbling with refilling his Coke she found her voice again. "Ok, um, meet back here in front of the restaurant when you're done? We can rent out the gear at a place near here that is cheap; I know the owner."

"That's fine with me," Jeff said, popping the last bit of sandwich in his mouth. "Just remember to wear something nice and tight."

"Oh don't worry about that," she said, coyly. "I have a few suits that will leave your mouth open, but anyway, I better get back to work, the bosses don't like us flirting with our guests; well, on the job that is."

After finishing his Coke and signing the check, he felt very good about himself and how this vacation was going thus far. Everything being paid for, a great hotel, excellent food and to top it all off, one of the waitresses was going to take him SCUBA diving. He quickly went back to his room and wondered if he should put on the brown swimming suit as he had worn the black pair for a few hours.

Making his mind up, he slid off the black pair and rinsed them off in the sink in the bathroom and slid up his brown pair of swimming briefs. Pushing the button on the suit; the brown material clung to his waist as the black pair had. He glanced in the mirror and found the suit to take on the aspects of his body. He shrugged and headed out of his room.

He met the waitress in front of the restaurant a few minutes before her shift ended. She was waiting for him as he arrived. "Get off early?" he asked

"Of course, I wanted to surprise you but you arrived early. I like that; boys being punctual for a change," she said.

"Well, don't want to be late for my first date of an island girl," he smiled at her. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Oh that's right, I had my name tag off; name is Sara," she said, stopping at the dive store. They entered with a tinkering of some bells hooked to the door. An elderly gentleman came from the back room and a smile as wide as the store lit up the man's features. "Hello Hank." She walked over and hugged the man. It was obvious she knew him.

"Jeff, this is my Uncle Hank; see I told you that I knew the owner," she smiled the same smile her uncle had. "And well, it's my home as well."

"Wait a minute how do you know my name?" he asked.

"Looked on the bill after we talked," she said, smirking. "Hank, may we borrow some equipment; thinking in going to the cove today."

"Good choice," Hank nodded his agreement. "Tide is in and the fish will be plentiful; thinking of spear fishing as well?"

"No, not today...um, just wanted to show Jeff around," Sara said, stammering.

"Oh, ok," Hank smiling as he understood what was going on. "Never would have thought SCUBA diving would be a great pick up line."

"UNCLE!" Sara exclaimed, while Jeff let out a few guffaws. "You're not helping buster."

Jeff kept his mouth shut and let the two family members have their playful back and forth banter. "Alright, alright, I'll keep quiet myself though he does look handsome."

"Hank, this isn't a date...I mean I just barely...met him and...," Sara looked nervously at Jeff than back at the ceiling then back at Hank.

"Yep, not a date, I remember those," the older man said. "That's how I got hooked with your aunt, Sara."

Jeff could see that no matter what she did, Sara wasn't going to come out on top of this discussion. "Two tanks, harnesses, fins, masks and dive knives; can't be too careful," Hank said, going through a mental list of dive equipment. "You can dive can't you Jeff?"

"Yes sir, though been out of practice for six months," Jeff admitted. "I have my certification if you need to see it."

"No, that's fine, I believe you," Hank yelled from the back of the store. "Just take care of Sara; she likes to get into trouble." He bumped into her as he exited the back on purpose to mean he was still playing with her. "I suppose you want the boat as well?"

"Please," she said curtly, but giving a bump back to show she wasn't too mad at him. "The cove is about fifteen minutes by boat; plenty of time to do a couple of dives and be back before supper."

Sara went in the back as well to go up to her room to change into her own swimwear. She returned as her uncle was explaining the different marine life was around the island

Hank nodded. "Yep the water is warm there no problems with that; just be careful of the rocks around there; they give a good slash on the legs if you aren't careful."

"We will uncle, thanks for the equipment," she hefted one tank over her shoulder and headed out with the other equipment as she bumped into Hank once again.

Jeff just smiled. "Very independent isn't she?" As he too lifted the other tank and equipment.

"You have no idea," Hank agreed with Jeff. "Much of her father comes through at times and a word for the wise; don't mention her parents, my wife and I took care of her. If she wants you to know let her talk first."

"I will sir," Jeff acknowledged.

"That's a good lad," Hank said. "You two have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"That's an awful short list uncle," Sara said, laughing. "We'll be back before five, ok?"

"That's fine darling," Hank waved to see the boat leave the dock behind his shop.

Fifteen minutes later they had arrived at their destination with no boats near them in several miles. Lowering the anchor Sara stretched from behind the wheel and smiled. "Ok Jeff, just a simple dive for this one; lots of pretty things to look at and I don't me either...well, I do mean me as well but you know."

Jeff only shook his head. "To me the rest of the fish are ugly compared to you," he said, laying it on thick.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Jeff," she teased. "Well, come on off with your shirt and shoes, we're about to go diving."

Jeff didn't need a second bidding to do so as he shrugged off his shirt and tugged off his shoes; showing off his body in his brown swimming briefs. Sara took off her own shorts and shirt to showoff a blue one piece swimming leotard with the unmistakable symbol of Gene-Pool at her waist. "You like their suits?" he asked.

"Yeah, I suppose," she said, checking the PSI on their tanks. "Was given this suit as a present a week ago; haven't swam in it as of yet but any day like this is better than most; you like it?"

"Yes, I do, nice and tight," Jeff admitted. "You do know about the button at the top?"

Sara looked back and for the first time saw that he too had a suit made by Gene-Pool. "I was going to say how did you know about that, but I see you are a fan of theirs as well," she said. "Yes, I do, don't like using it though, just makes me feel a bit uncomfortable, but I do admit it feels great when I do push it."

"Why not now?" Jeff asked. "Just a swim with a boy from out of town." He secretly hoped she would push the button.

Sara sat on the deck and crossed her legs to put the hoses on the tanks. "I suppose I could," she contemplated the decision. "I don't know, just I've never had anyone see me in this suit with the button pushed; it shows a bit more than what I'm used to."

Jeff sat next to Sara. "That's ok, I won't tell," he said putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Gee, thanks, you'll be gone in a week...," she started to say. "Yeah, that's right you'll be gone in a week; alright I will, but if any pictures show up on Facebook; I'm hunting you down and spearing you."

"I'll look forward to the chase," Jeff said, leaning on her.

"You're just as bad as my uncle you know that?" she asked, standing up from her previous task. Again stretching from her previous position; she sighed and reluctantly pushed the button at her neck line. Again the magic showed as the suit conformed to her body with the suit having a mind of its own. It gave her breasts and behind a bit more definition; her nipples perked up underneath the blue, tight material. Sara blushed slightly as Jeff eyed her and her suit.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Sara," Jeff commented. "I don't have much to show myself but you look quite stunning.

Sara smoothed out the suit with her hands. He was right, she admitted; the suit, with her years being on the island both in the water and on land helping her uncle run the dive shop had shaped her body quite nicely. "Just don't get any ideas buster; I might not have a spear gun handy but I'm quite good filleting. I just might mistake you for a fish."

"Point taken," Jeff smiled. "So, put this thing on, I think you need it." He lifted a SCUBA tank with the harness and let her put it on her back. She returned the favor and now the only thing they had to do was put on their masks and fins. This was done easily enough with both of them spitting into their masks to keep them from fogging up and they sat down at the rear of the boat; wetting the fins before sliding them on their feet. "Let me get that air for ya," Jeff offered to turn on the air from the tank.

"Thanks," she said, returning the gesture. "Ready then?"

"Whenever you are," Jeff responded.

Sara playfully pushed Jeff into the water and she giggled. He spat out the salty water and smiled. He inserted his regulator and offered his hand to her. She graciously accepted it and was unceremoniously pulled into the water. She was expecting this but played along. She smiled behind her own regulator and pointed down for them to start their dive.

Jeff allowed her to take the lead for two reasons; he had no idea where he was and to admire her shapely legs coming from the tight fitting blue leotard she wore. It wasn't as though Sara wasn't blind to the fact he was checking her out under the water as they both breathed deeply and slowly from their air tanks. She milked his reaction as she slowed the kicking of her legs to show off for the boy she was with. Jeff on the other hand was beginning to lose control of his breathing as his groin started to twitch at her gyrations. Sara looked back and found out that he had a healthy bulge beneath his brown briefs.

She pointed towards the surface and headed back up. Cocking his head to the side; he nevertheless followed her. "Alright buster," she started in on Jeff while spitting out her regulator. "I'm pretty, I know that but look at the fish as well."

Jeff floated next to her. "I'm sorry; I'll do my best to look at the beautiful fish like creatures of the sea; including those that don't have an air tank strapped to their back."

"Good, but if you want to have a bit of fun we can go over to this sandy area and I don't know," Sara became more and more shy as she went on. "Play around and show you where they filmed an underwater fight scene."

Jeff raised his eyes in surprise. "Really, which movie was this?"

"Someone tried to do a remake of 'Thunderball' but the funding was cut in a month," Sara explained. "They did the underwater fight first with about a hundred divers clad in various swimwear and dive skins. They were so short of divers I even got to be in it. Imagine a eighteen year old girl being speared and stabbed repeatedly. I thoroughly enjoyed it if it weren't my suit was missing from my body after I died each time."

"You're kidding, right?" Jeff asked. "I mean, you were legal age and all but stripping off swimsuits?"

"I wish I was kidding but nope. They were paying us divers so much money at first, I didnt' complain," she admitted. "And the fact that I too stripped a few briefs down from the other cute boys and divers from the islands as well. I was one of few women during the filming; I was in heaven for the month we did the filming; I still have dreams of those days."

"Too bad I wasn't there to join in on the fun," Jeff pushed Sara.

"I bet you would but the boys were more sex driven than us girls," she said, leaning back in the water. "The divers and local boys had a contest only between them in who could make the others climax. They were nice enough to leave us girls alone but we had our fun too. A few of the Speedo clad boys offered themselves to be killed during the filming for us girls and we reciprocated at times as well. If I dig enough I can find the video from the fights we had. Uncut and unedited so you would get everything."

"Yeah, that really sounds like fun," Jeff felt his groin grow a bit after hearing the story. "You're not making this up are ya?"

"Actually no," Sara's tone had quieted down. "They never touched me or any of the girls without letting us know first, if that is what you're thinking. It was innocent fun for everyone. In my own mind I was making money for my uncle, but looking back, I think that this filming company probably used us for a few diving and erotic scenes killing each other and made the excuse of filming a movie. It wasn't just me, but we haven't seen anything on the internet or sex tapes out there."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," Jeff held Sara close to him.

She didn't push away and leaned her head on his shoulders. "Don't be buster," she breathed in and he felt her shake. "It was a decision, probably not the best one at that, but we all made the decision to do this; we knew there was the possibility to be nude while filming; whether it was intentional or not. We had our fun times and I don't really remember any bad times; not even any horrific injuries."

Jeff let Sara go and he looked at her. "There's something else isn't there?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm...I'm...I can't talk about it, but you have to believe me there was nothing illegal about it, they encouraged us to lose our suits," she looked down into the water; kicking her legs slowly to keep afloat. "They also encouraged our horseplay to make us orgasm. Hell, they even had knives, spears and harpoons to force us to orgasm. Some time of coating on them. They even let us keep the videos they shot from our fun."

"That's the first time I've heard about this," Jeff said. "They have a solution to make you climax?"

"Yes," Sara said, letting the floodgates open. "Highly experimental, they told us about it; horny girls and boys fighting in tight exposing suits. I researched this company up and down but I only get one clue each time I do; the man who was with this company is one of the board members of Gene-Pool."

"What?" exclaimed Jeff. "And we're wearing their swimwear now? We have to bring this to the authorities."

"Jeff no, please don't," Sara hugged Jeff close. "I met him a few times after the film went bust. He gave my uncle a lot of money to start up his dive shop and Hank has been inventing dive gear for them. Don't think of this as a bribe for them to stop us from talking to the police; my uncle has made many modifications on the SCUBA design for a tank-less rebreather. He's a genius on a little out of the way Pacific island. My uncle has saved lives."

Jeff let all this information run through his mind. It was all becoming quite clear as he pieced the puzzle together. "I probably won the contest fair and square back at college," he began. "But when I think this through; the free suits, a party after we get back, wanting to know how this suit fits and how it works. My gosh Sara, even your suit, it was given to you as a gift a week ago. They are planning something big to have this many divers at one place at one time."

"I never thought of it that way," Sara said, covering her mouth with her left hand. "What if they have finally made their ultimate suit and...climax solution and plan to use it on us?"

"Well, I could think of other, more ruthless ways of being manipulated," Jeff smirked. "But for now, we don't have proof and we don't even know if this is what they will be doing, but everything stinks."

"You're awful," Sara pulled his mask off his face and let some of the sea water enter his eyes, making him blink. "I agree but what do we do, just go along with this charade and maybe a have a climax or two for our research to nail them?"

"Only thing I can think of," Jeff sighed. "We don't know where their headquarters is located or we don't have many credible leads except this party. My guess they will unveil this plot at the party and everyone would be more or less eager to participate. I'm just hoping we don't become too enthralled with it ourselves."

Sara floated in front of Jeff; her eyes were studying every feature of the boy beside her. "What if I'm part of this elaborate plan as well?"

"Don't be absurd," Jeff kissed the forehead of Sara. "Then you are leading me down a path where I wouldn't let them harm you. I have fallen for you Sara; maybe I'm just a gullible college kid that wants no harm done to you, but might as well have fun with this before we blow this operation sky high."

"Then let me say this," Sara placed both of her hands on the shoulders of Jeff. "When we go down this path; I will protect you as well. I know what's at the end of this tunnel; it's much brighter than you think. But come; let's dive before we become a couple of wrinkled old raisins."

"At least we won't be two prunes," Jeff remarked, dunking Sara in the water. "Now what was this you were saying about some play time between us before we went all Roswell on Gene-Pool?"

A diver in a dark, camouflage dive suit smiled at the conversation. He saw the two divers clad in a brown swimming briefs and a blue swimming leotard head back down. "Yes, she played her part beautifully. No, I don't believe he really knows how far we've come, but I think she really does care for the boy. No, won't be a problem; we can play them off each other until we get the divers in the fight; nothing to damage their relationship but a friendly rivalry never hurts. Do you want me to come back in? Ok, I'll stay a bit longer; I think they are doing something that might speed the process up for him. Don't worry; I'll make sure it doesn't go that far...yet."

Sara and Jeff playfully wrestled with each other; exploring each other's bodies. Jeff couldn't help but feel his member harden underneath his brown swimming briefs. A few well-placed strokes of Sara's hands became rather distracting each time they came near his groin. He wasn't allowing Sara to have all the fun as he put his hands on her shapely breasts and kneading them from time to time. He even ventured down to the groin and copped a feel between her legs to arouse her. Both divers were very close to experiencing a hand induced orgasm when their air tanks gave off a short alarm that they were nearly empty. The looks that both divers gave each other was priceless as they both shared a twinge of pain they couldn't finish what they started.

The camouflaged diver breathed a sigh of relief as he had overridden their tank sensors to show that they were near empty and not the half used tanks they were actually wearing. 'That was too close," he remarked to himself. 'Another minute and he would be going through the transformation before we were ready.'

After another dive of just exploring the surrounding area with a few more mock wrestling matches; the two divers headed back in towards port. Hank helped secure the boat. "You too have a fun time out there?" he asked, knowing full well they probably did and him noticing they hadn't changed from their swimsuits.

"Yes, we did uncle," Sara smiled at him. "Didn't see any edibles but nice just the same; relaxing."

"Ah went to the cove I take it?" he asked, making sure the line was secure to the dock.

"Yep, the boat is still there and looks very good actually," she said. "The reef is in excellent condition."

"Good to hear and you young man, what did you think of the aquatic life this sea has to offer," Hank questioned Jeff.

"Quite appealing," he said, keeping his voice down from the excitement of the day's diving. "Magazines and documentaries don't do the justice of the aquatic life up close and personal."

Hank did his best to not to catch on of the innuendos that the young man was coming up with. The uncle thought highly of Jeff in just the short time that he knew him and he'd never seen Sara as upbeat for a boy before now. He'd keep his distance but he'll step in if things turned sour. "Good to hear," he stepped between his niece and Jeff. "Just keep in mind I keep my spear gun next to the bed at all times."

The boy just nodded, catching the meaning. "Don't worry sir, I will not hurt your niece; besides she is very pretty and we have the same interests."

Hank just nodded and continued to tie up the boat to the dock. Jeff walked over to Sara and helped her pull in a line from the boat to secure it. "Your uncle just warned me if I hurt you I'll be fish food," he smiled down at her.

"Oh, his bark is worse than his bite," she giggled. "Besides he hasn't used that thing in ages; probably rusted shut. He will though find a way though if you don't behave yourself."

"And what about tonight?" he asked her.

"Just play it by ear," she answered. "I'm wearing this thing to the party; are you going to wear them?" She playfully snapped the waist band a bit to have a bit of rise out of him.

"Probably the black pair I had on earlier," he commented. "The brown pair is a bit showy for a beach party."

"Depends who is looking," she pressed her behind towards his groin while keeping on eye on her uncle.

"None of that, but that does feel great," Jeff said, putting the same pressure back on her spandex clad behind.

"Ok kids," Hank came from the shop. "The boat is secure; Sara you going to that party tonight at the beach?"

"Yes, uncle," she nodded, finishing up the last of the knot.

"Alright," Hank turned towards Jeff. "And you're escorting her to the dance?"

"If that is alright with you sir," he blushed a bit.

"Only if she returns before she turns into a pumpkin," Hank laughed.

"Uncle!" Sara exclaimed. "Before midnight I take it?"

"At least call if you are out later," Hank nodded. "You're a big girl now, but it will relieve myself of worrying about you."

"Got it," she smiled and hugged her uncle. "Well, I'll meet you at the hotel around six; I want to shower up first before I head out."

"I'll see you then," Jeff said, pulling up his shorts over his swimming briefs.

Holding each other gazes for a half second longer, he departed and headed back towards his room. He thoroughly washed out his brown swimming briefs in the sink and every so often glanced back into the mirror showing off his naked body. He never had this much luck with other girls back at college. Usually it was an overnight stay and that was it but now; he didn't know, maybe something more permanent. He started the shower and laid out his black pair of swimming briefs for tonight's party.

Feeling refreshed, he slipped them on after he dried himself and laid on the bed to see what was on the television. Out dated shows that the island carried as if they were new and on one of the channels the local news was on; showing the weather for the rest of the week; typical island weather, warm during the day and cool, with a slight breeze at night. Yeah, he could become used to this quite well.

He turned the TV off and settled down on the bed and made sure he set the alarm for six, just in case he overslept. His hand drifted down to this groin as the thought of the short wrestling match he had with Sara. His cock began to stir by itself as he thought of them cavorting under the waves. 'I shouldn't do this just in case I release on myself,' he thought to himself. 'I loved wrestling about; maybe that is what she felt when she was doing that one movie shoot when she was younger.'

He did take a short nap that was interrupted by the sharp buzzing of the alarm. He sighed and slowly roused himself to sit up and put on some decent clothing before meeting Sara. The same shorts and shirt from before was perfect and he slid them on his body as well as his shoes. He stretched before heading out; headed towards the main lobby.

It wasn't long for him to find her in her blue leotard one piece swimming suit and black shorts. They both hugged and began walked towards the hotel where the party was going to be held. They talked some more and thought about what was going to happen if they did confront the man they met before. "Just take our time," Sara said. "I have a feeling the big announcement will be made at this party."

"We think a lot a like," Jeff admitted. "And if it does come about; how do we handle it?"

"Just wait until the announcement is made," she said, stopping before they arrived at the hotel and party. "Don't create a scene and act genuinely surprised."

"I can do that," he nodded. "Maybe we can corner him and talk about what is really going on?"

It didn't take long for them to see Mark at the stage preparing the band for the upcoming sets they would be doing. He turned around and saw the two coming up towards him. "Ah Jeff, I see that you found a pretty girl already; so what can I do for you?" he asked.

"Yes, a bit in private if possible," Jeff said in a matter of fact voice.

"I see," Mark said. "Ok boys, first few songs a bit easy then really take off from there."

The band members, around the ages of 25, nodded their heads and smiled. Mark walked with them to a corner table and motioned for them to sit. "So, what is with this secrecy?"

Sara nodded towards Jeff as he started out. "Sara has told me about a little story; something she did when she was younger. Are you planning something similar?"

Mark lowered his voice as Jeff had done. "You certainly don't beat around the bush do you," he said, looking around the area. "Yes, I know Sara from before. No, I really never expected the special things to be that successful; especially on the first trial run. We did wrap up the 'shoot' early because of that and we sent everyone home with a fun filled couple of weeks with videos of their exploits. Never have seen any of them show up on YouTube though; I am a bit surprised at that."

Sara giggled. "Yeah, they'd be pulled as soon as they did though; but there is a couple of sexy sites that follow in the footsteps of YouTube."

"You know of these how?" Mark asked teasingly. He sighed and looked at both of them. "There will be an announcement tonight; you both have done nothing for me to hide the truth. Something similar to the fight she had but more, how shall I say this, advanced?"

"How advanced are we talking here Mark?" Jeff asked, almost demanding.

"The suits that you would be wearing would be perfected; when you die they would show your...attributes quite well, the knifes and spears that will be used have a special compound that will cause everyone that is hit, slashed and stabbed to have a climax. We do have some professional divers that will be suited up and have already experienced this for themselves," Mark looked around and saw more guests arriving in various states of attire.

Sara squeezed Jeff's hand until he winced a bit from the pressure. "I'm sorry," she said. "Just thinking back to the time I did this."

"I don't know about this," Jeff said, rising from his seat. "I need to think; want anything to drink Sara?"

"Just water for now, thank you," she looked up at him sweetly.

As Jeff went to fetch some drinks the two continued to talk. "You love him don't you?" Mark asked quickly.

"I think...I don't know, Mark," she admitted.

"With you being this flustered I think you are," he laughed. "The poor skinny blue leotard wearing girl is in love."

"Oh hush up you," she playfully hit him on the shoulder. "It's time isn't it?"

"Yes, next death you do will be permanent when you put the suit on," he said, looking at her reaction. "The others will be glad that you come with them on the next fight."

"Oh, I'm sure they will," she rolled her eyes. "The youngest finally joining the ranks to fight off the other islands. So tell me, Jacob, is he doing well; last I heard he took the last one pretty hard."

"He's better and like everyone else, they knew what they were getting themselves into," Mark put a hand on top of Sara's. "The other islands are getting better and we need someone with a bit of a reckless attitude to spice up things."

"You make it so tempting," she laughed. "I was a reckless kid when I first did it and they had no answer for me. What about Jeff, do you think we can convince him to stay? I think I know what..."

Sara smiled up at Jeff as he returned with three waters for them. "So, catching up on old times?" he asked.

"Pretty much," Sara nodded. "Just remembering the crazy stuff I did during that film shoot."

Mark laughed along with Sara. "So, can we convince you to stay on the island for more than a week with this little expedition?"

"I'm just thinking about my schooling and my parents; what will they think that I'm skipping school to be in a sex film?"

Sara looked at Jeff, realizing that he really did care for his parents. "Well, the money will be good and will pay for schooling I think...I don't know how much college is these days."

"She is right," Mark said. "Gene Pool will pay for your schooling if you decide to stay until this is over; we are very generous with our money to those that help us out."

"I've seen that first hand," Jeff looked at both Sara and Mark. "Free food, hotel, swimming suits and a party. You have everything figured out don't you."

"Yes we do," Mark saw this coming to a head. "As well as your free choice; you are among just a couple to see past the smoke and mirrors and we are always ready to explain everything if you want to hear."

"I want everything explained to me," Jeff said, coolly.

"Very well," Mark looked at Sara and nodded. He produced an envelope and handed it to Jeff.

Jeff opened it up and took out several pictures of very high quality and short description on the back. His eyes widened immediately after looking at the first picture. "What...is this?" he asked.

Mark reached over and produced one of the pictures from the middle and handed it to Jeff. "Look at this one first please," he said quietly. He saw him look at the picture and back at Sara and back again to the picture. Sara had a worried look on her face; hoping he wouldn't get too mad.

"This is you?" he asked Sara, still not believing what he saw.

She meekly nodded and looked down at the table. Jeff set that one picture down and thumbed through the rest; he face was impassive and unreadable. After reading each description he picked up the one which was a picture of Sara. "Hell," was all that he said.

Sara began to sob and what took both Mark and her by surprise was that Jeff went immediately to her and hugged her gently but firmly. "They did this to you forcibly?" he asked.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed. "I was one of the first albeit the youngest; I knew I might be like that picture."

She began to cry now and he still held onto her. Mark was in an awkward position. "None of them were forced," was all he could say.

"And here I thought it was something a bit more serious...I mean sexually I mean," Jeff said through mouthfuls of Sara's hair. He laughed nervously. "Heck woman I don't know if you look more beautiful now or in that picture."

Sara head snapped up catching him in the nose. "Oh my, I'm sorry Jeff," she went to grab a napkin just in case blood came spurting out.

He waved off her held as he continued to laugh. "Hard head, hard mind," he said, smiling, keeping his fingers pinched on his nose.

"Sara is gorgeous in her swimsuit now but I don't know," Jeff did his best to recover. "But after you showed me that picture; I don't know, it's erotic in a way. Is that a full spandex suit you have on there?"

Sara composed herself a bit and sighed. "Yeah, it sorta grows on you."

Mark eyed Sara wearily but it was such a play on words he let it go.

"And I can wear something similar during the fight?" Jeff asked.

"If you want," Sara smiled. "But for the first few takes you will be asked to wear the swimming briefs."

"Well I wouldn't mind that if you are in that suit next to me," he said looking at her.

Mark looked at Sara and she again nodded. "Jeff, there is something we need to tell you."

"Oh, don't tell me those things are real are they?" Jeff asked a bemused look on his face.

"In fact they are real," Mark said. "You change when you are defeated."

Jeff wasn't listening as he continued. "You mean, I strip off my briefs and put the suit on?"

"No, please listen," Mark said. "The briefs become the suit; if you catch my meaning."

"I don't follow," Jeff admitted.

Sara slapped the top of her boyfriend's head. "The suit grows around you after you are tagged or knifed."

"Oh, I get it I think," Jeff leaned back in his chair. "And the look of the suit is something the suit already has programmed into it?"

Both nodded. "Yes, but usually it takes a bit for the first time to change from briefs to full body suit. Another thing, we will be using rebreathers and not tanks when we go out; much easier for the transformation to happen without a bulky tank on."

"Of course," Jeff was saying this as if he really didn't understand at all.

Sara had enough. "Jeff, listen to me," she was right in his face. "That picture is me you know this, but...I take on the characteristics of the dolphin when I change."

Jeff stopped his mild ranting and sat still. "You mean it isn't just a costume?"

"No, that's what we are trying to tell you," she said, putting a hand on his chest. "Once you change, you take on the animal that you change into. I think if you do go and this, you will turn into an otter. Imagine, holding your breathe for longer, webbed hands and feet and a thick tail; you see Jeff, this is what Gene Pool was doing when I first did it. We were truly a test group."

Jeff took a long swig from his water bottle and stared straight ahead. "Anthros," he said.

Mark finally saw the light come on inside the boy's head. "Yes and damn good ones to be sure."

"You crazy sons of bitches did it," Jeff let out. "I thought...I always secretly wished I could...but now."

"You were the perfect choice," Mark said.

"The contest was hoax?" he asked.

"No, but in a way it was," Mark continued. "We just picked those that had the same shared desires as you had and put them in a fish bowl and picked a name at random; you were the one that was picked."

"And now everything has come together," Jeff put his brain in what was happening around him. "But why all the secrecy?"

"We weren't too sure in how you and the others would handle it," admitted Mark. "Yes, it would be a shock to their systems and it was going to be part of the testing process but you and the other one figured it out before you got out in the water."

"And this other one, where is he or she now?" he asked.

"Back home and resting comfortably," Mark said. "Going to be a freshman in high school. We picked him too young but he's willing to come back when the time is right. He's quite excited."

"I bet he would have been more than excited if he got into the water," Jeff took another swallow of water. "But I digress, I get to fight other like minded individuals and watch them turn into whatever animal they will turn into while experiencing an orgasm?"

Sara couldn't help herself and laughed out loud. "You put it so bluntly," she said. "But yes, in a nutshell."

"Yes, I'll do it," Jeff said in this same blunt manner. "If only to watch her become a dolphin in her skin tight blue suit."

Sara hugged him fiercely around his neck. "Thank you Jeff, I knew you would say yes and I look forward in seeing you turn into what I hope an otter."

"If only," Jeff choked out his response as she hugged him.

Mark left the two to sort out what they were going to do for the rest of the party and the week and as he left; he took the photos that were still spread across the table they were at.. Sara had composed herself and sat next to Jeff who was still in a state of shock. "Are you alright Jeff?" Sara asked.

"I'm not sure," he answered. "I just saw pictures of what seemed to be half-human/half-animals swimming in the water in tight wetsuits; how am I supposed to feel?"

"I must admit I felt nervous and just as confused as you do right now," she admitted. "Though I didn't have the pleasure of seeing photographs as you just did; I just jumped in with both feet on the word of several friends that it was the best experience they'd ever had."

"Well, I can see where they would say that," Jeff smirked. "Having an orgasm each time they were hit by a spear or knife then changing into whatever animal they were going to be changing into."

Sara playfully hit him in the shoulder. "At least your humor is still with us but it does seem like your brain is still spinning around in that thick skull of yours."

"Yeah it does," he admitted. "So, this suit stretches out to cover your entire body?" He first looks at her in her blue leotard and absently rubbing his hand over his hips and groin area. "I wonder how they ever managed that."

"I asked that same question myself to them but really haven't gotten a straight answer out of them," Sara shrugged. "I've been with this company since I was eighteen and well...they were always forthcoming in their dealings with either me or my uncle."

"I guess they can keep some industry secrets as long as they are, as you say, forthcoming of what will be happening to us," Jeff sighed, slouching down in his chair as he watched the other victims dance and mingle at the party. "Have to admit I'm intrigued."

"I think you will like it," Sara said, doing her best to bolster his confidence. She too watched the others dancing next to the stage; a few of them had already lost their outer clothing and were dancing in just their swim wear. She stood up and shed her shorts and shoes revealing the rest of her leotard swimsuit to those around her.

Jeff's eyes rose and took in her shape and swimsuit. "If I go out there now I'm going to be so embarrassed," he said, looking down at his groin.

"Like the other boys out there haven't already risen to the occasion," she said, laughing at her own joke. "Come on black briefs one, get rid of those clothes and let's have a good time."

Again Jeff sighed and took off his shirt. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts he wore and was hesitant. Sara was about to help him but he pulled them down revealing his black swimming briefs. He took both of their clothes to a make shift locker area and put them in an available space. He had to admit being with Sara had made him do things he'd never do back in Florida.

As the night wore on; more and more people lost their clothing and revealed their own versions of Gene-Pool swim wear. "They have no idea do they?" Jeff asked Sara as they sat out a dance number to rest and recuperate; sipping on beers.

"None whatsoever," Sara agreed. "They are going to be pleasantly surprised when they go out in the water with their rebreathers and scantily clad bodies going against the other team that is already changed."

"So is it permanent?" he asked, leaning forward.

"No," she admitted. "Just whenever you put the suit on you would change almost immediately. Once you take it off; you'd change right back. I can point out a couple of the divers you'd be going against right now, but I want to keep their identities secret for the time being."

"Are you in this category?" he asked, prying the answers from her while slightly intoxicated.

"No, not yet," she smiled at him. "Though I think this is my last time I will be putting on a Gene-Pool suit and still stay human."

"The ones you just talked about; they don't have their suits on?" he asked, looking more closely around him; seeing if he couldn't find out who the secret ones were.

"Oh no, they probably have a variation of a Gene-Pool suit that doesn't have the special mixture in them so good luck finding someone without their suit on here," she laughed, figuring out what he was attempting to do. "Even while putting back three beers you still have a sharp mind; I have to remember that."

"Well, you're doing not so bad yourself on your third," Jeff said, pointing towards her own beer.

"Thanks," she sat upright and saw that Mark was on stage to make his announcement. "Well the shit is about to hit the fan."

"I can't wait to hear how he spins this for the crowd though I think from the amount of alcohol that was consumed it wouldn't be too hard," Jeff pointed out.

Sara shushed him by placing a hand on his right arm. The executive from Gene-Pool tapped the microphone on stage to make sure it was on and he started right in. "Welcome everyone, how is everyone doing tonight, enjoying the party?"

A raucous cheer rang out from the crowd; receiving the appropriate response he continued. "As you well know, all of you won a contest for an all expenses paid trip to this island paradise from Gene-Pool and the local sports stores in your area. I mean, come on, who wouldn't want to spend an entire week on an island with all this around you."

Another cheer was given as Mark put up his hands to quiet down the crowd a bit before he started in again. "Now, we have several other events planned for the rest of the week while you are here so let's not spend ourselves ragged the first night; everything from beach activities to SCUBA diving contests."

Jeff looked at Sara and they both nodded. The announcement was coming very soon. "As for the beach activities," Mark announced. "There will be running contests in the sand, beach volleyball and even a sand football tournament; the American version but I'm sure we could fix something out for those of the European persuasion who want to play with a soccer ball."

A mixture of good natured boos and enthusiastic cheers rang from the crowd. A smile played at Mark's lips as he went into the main announcement of the evening. "For the water sports we have swimming races and breathe holding contests as well as our featured event of the week," Mark knew he had the audience hooked as they all leaned forward to hear what he was going to say next. He caught Jeff and Sara's line of sight in the back table area as he broke into a wide smile.

"A game that involves swimming skills, fighting skills and knives and spear guns," he announced. A few gasps were heard and an awkward silence prevailed over the beach.

"He always has his way about his speeches," Sara began to laugh out loud.

Jeff looked around and saw a few of the people smile and he immediately took it these were the divers that had already experienced the change or should he say transformation. Sara was too engrossed in what was going on around her to notice.

"Now come on now, you think I would have real knives and spear guns at a place like this," Mark said, hearing an audible sigh of relief from those in front of him. "It will pit two sides against each other in your swimwear, fins, masks and our own patented rebreather system so you won't have to lug around those heavy tanks."

A few cheers came from the audience; Jeff wasn't too sure if it wasn't the same people he saw that separated themselves from before. "Though these fights are a bit physical in nature, we will have safety divers stationed all around the area where we will be holding these contests. Joining in these competitions will be all voluntary; no one will be forced to join in though we do have our own team that we have picked from the local residents of the surrounding area."

"More information will be given for those that sign up tonight and tomorrow we will be out on the water to test your underwater fighting skills with our own divers," Mark proudly spread his arms out to emphasize his announcement.

Someone yelled out. "Where do we sign up?"

Sara just shook her head. "That's Jacob, second youngest of the divers," she pointed out. "He's a plant to get them started to sign up"

Jeff just smiled. "Yeah, they thought of everything."

Mark looked out into the crowd and pointed towards a booth which wasn't there before a few minutes ago. "Right there underneath the bright orange covering. I encourage everyone who has SCUBA training to try it out and we'll even take those that don't have much experience to partake in this event as well. I do not recommend those that have no SCUBA experience to sign up, but we will do our best to accommodate you."

Already a hefty throng of people started towards the tent to sign up for this game. Jeff was already beginning to stand up but Sara stopped him by putting pressure on his arm. "You're already signed up buster," she said. "I took the liberty of putting down your name after you said yes from earlier."

"Why thank you my blue clad friend," he said, settling himself back down. "The party will probably continue a bit more; what time is it before you turn into a blue pumpkin?"

A hearty laugh came from her lips. "You're as bad as my uncle," she said, glancing around to find a clock near them. "10:40."

"Well we have time for a couple of dances and we can head back home I suppose," Jeff suggested.

"And a bit of fun?" she asked.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked, his interest piqued.

"I want you to have an edge before tomorrow," she said. "The local pool is closed now but I want you to try out the tank-less rebreather. It does take some time to get used to."

"Well let's go now," he said. "I think I'm all partied out for tonight."

"Yeah, I am too," she agreed as she stood up and went to retrieve their clothing.

After a couple minutes walk from the hotel where the party was still going full steam; they arrived at the local pool which was inside because of the daily thunderstorms and rain. "Oh, we forgot to ask what time they were starting to load up for the boats," Jeff said, a worried look on his face.

Sara pointed to her head. "It's all in here buster. We do have time to have a good sleep after this to get to the boats. They won't start loading up until around ten anyway for those that might have a bit too much to drink tonight."

"What a relief I have you around," he teased her, rubbing her shoulders.

"Now where did they hide the key tonight?" she mumbled to herself as she lifted up the placemat then went over to the potted plants.

"You mean we're not supposed to be here?" he asked, looking around to see if any of the local police wasn't watching them.

She made a sound as if dismissing his last question. "All locals can come here any time of the day or night; the trick is finding the key where the director hides it. Like she cares; I've caught her at one a.m. one night relaxing in the hot tub. We both talked until four in the morning rotating swimming laps and bouts in the tub."

"A rather easy going community then," he remarked.

"Yeah, it is, haven't had a burglary in about five years and that was a tourist that was too drunk to know any better," she said, putting her hand above the door and felt the key on her fingers. "There you are."

"His punishment?" he asked as they entered the facility.

"Easy, lifetime ban from the island," she flatly stated. "We don't fool around with idiots. Though we did receive a letter from him a couple of years later to see if he couldn't have it lifted."

"And?" Jeff asked for the outcome.

"We took a month deciding what we wanted to do," she answered. "He was cooperative when we caught him and he profusely apologized to the people whose house he broke into. Ultimately it was up to them to decide if they wanted him back on the island again. They agreed only if he was watched very closely. He did come back and gave the owners some stateside chocolates not knowing they were allergic to the candy but the gesture wasn't lost on them. He behaved himself and was invited back whenever he wanted. He was back the next year and found out they were allergic and gave them another gift that was in better taste; some apples and oranges."

"Well that's nice to hear that he changed his ways," Jeff said, looking at the pool and whistled. "Deep isn't it."

"It's where we train as well," Sara giggled. "Yes, I heard he's coming back this year after the shindig with Gene-Pool. He really isn't a bad guy just did a stupid mistake of drinking too much."

"Which led to a home invasion," Jeff pointed out. "At least it turned out that no one was hurt."

Sara merely nodded her head and fished out some boxes underneath the counter. He saw her pull out a leotard type swimsuit for her and swimming briefs for him. "They are new and used whenever someone doesn't have their own; mainly for tourists."

Jeff only nodded and took the blue pair of briefs and headed towards the locker rooms. "Just in case we might change?" he asked. "And meet back here?"

"Yep, just be a minute," she said, walking towards her locker room.

Jeff emerged first, setting his other suit on the counter and saw Sara come from the women's side carrying another box. He saw the suit was cut higher than the other one she wore. He licked his lips and smiled. "As if Gene-Pool couldn't make a suit better than the last one," he quipped.

"Hush up buster," she grinned back at him. "I don't particularly like these suits myself but since we're alone why not. Your suit is a bit smaller than that one," she pointed out.

"Yeah well," he stammered out, a bit of red coming to his cheeks and ears.

"Don't worry about it," she took out fins, mask and an apparatus that Jeff only assumed it was the rebreather she was talking about. "After this week, we'll be seeing each other naked, but if you want to start sooner."

A full blush came to Jeff features after she said this. Sara laughter rang in the enclosed space. "Wow, I got you good didn't I," she continued to laugh.

"Yeah you did," Jeff said fully embarrassed. "Well, I will see if I can't work that in my schedule."

"Oh?" she said, raising her eyebrows. "Well let's at least have you acclimated to this here rebreather. It really is a simple device; wrap the rubber strap around your head, insert it into your mouth and breathe normally."

"Just like that huh?" he asked, still not fully recovering from his embarrassment.

"Yeah," she answered. "I won't really get into the details of how it works but I can say they use filters that have to be changed out every eight hours or so, but I think you can stay underwater for twelve if you had to stretch it out."

"Eight hours?" a surprised Jeff asked. "Heaven forbid I have to stay under that long."

"I guess it would be useful for welders or someone similar but I really don't know why one would stay down that long either," she admitted. "Maybe military or police?"

"Who knows, but I sorta want to try this out," Jeff said, impatiently. "Normal SCUBA diving rules apply I assume?"

"Pretty much," Sara nodded. "Clear your ears though this breather does help a little, keep your head on a swivel and just be safe."

Jeff took his rebreather in his hands and looked it over more closely. "Your uncle helped in the design of this?"

"Yes he did," she said proudly. "Made him a small fortune and the U.S. military wants to order a lot of them."

Jeff was too engrossed with the new invention he had in his possession to hear what she said. He put the rebreather on upside and while grinning put it on correctly. "What's this?" he asked, sounding much like Darth Vader as he held up a small tube that come from the device.

"Oh forgot about that," Sara said, coming over to help her student. "This you put in your ear to hear other divers nearby."

"So a breathing device and a communicator all in one?" Jeff asked bemused.

"Just think of all the moans and squeals of delight tomorrow you'll be hearing," she waited to see his reaction.

Jeff stood silent for a moment and a lopsided grin emerged from beneath the rebreather. "Your squeals of delight I hope to hear," he said nonchalantly.

Sara's face changed immediately to one of mock anger. "Hurry up and kit up so I can push you into the pool, buster."

He did so after being ordered to do so, placing the listening device in his ear, his mask on his face and fins to his feet as he did so by using her as a post. She returned the gesture as they both waddled over to the pool. "Just act like you are SCUBA diving with a tank," Sara suggested, everything else will come naturally.

After saying this, she pushed him in the water. Jeff splashed in and sank a couple of feet as he breathed normally. "Wow this is great," she heard him say.

Sara performed a giant stride entry and was now floating next to him in inner space. She nodded and took a few laps underwater to stretch out. Jeff floated in place while watching her lithe form cut through the water. His groin started to push out his miniscule swimming briefs as he continued to watch. He joined her and felt alive as he began to push his speed while doing his own lap swimming.

After a few laps, they rested on the bottom of the pool. "And that is the rebreather," she finally broke the silence.

Jeff took a deep breathe. "Air feels fresh," he commented. "Water is filtered and leaves breathable air; what a concept."

"Yes it is," she remarked. "I've been diving with these for a few years now; I can't imagine myself going back to tanks now."

"Neither can I," Jeff agreed. "So what fun did you have planned for us?" He snapped one of her shoulder straps and swam a couple of feet away before she retaliated.

In an office at the pool a figure in a brown pair of swimming briefs was watching the antics of the two. "No sir, they don't have them on and I locked the doors so no one will be disturbing us. Yeah, looks like they are going to have a bit of fun without the special ones on; want me to still keep an eye on them? Alright I will, wish I could join them though I'll occasionally keep an eye on them as they cavort around. I don't know if they will go that far but I wouldn't doubt it, they both seem like a nice couple. Alright I'll report in if anything more exciting happens."

The figure turned his head back to the television that showed the pool both above and down before the surface. "Come on give me a show," the voice said, his groin showing his own excitement. He wouldn't be disappointed.

Sara grinned evilly behind her rebreather as she took off like a shot going after Jeff. He was mildly surprised that she could swim that fast, even with her fins on. He barely had time to avoid her initial charge but she stopped as fast as she could underwater and made a swipe with her hand at his swimming briefs.

He felt her hand slide by his groin; touching the suit and what was inside. He swam towards her and they both wrestled about; continuing their escapades from earlier in the day. Now not limited to the amount of air in their tanks or a person keeping them in check they fully explored each other's bodies.

They were both moaning into their rebreathers as Jeff rubbed her side and breasts underneath her high cut leotard swimming suit as Sara, in kind, rubbed his inner thighs and caressed his groin underneath his swimming briefs. He coped a feel at her nether regions as well as she pulled up her knees in response. She looked at him with pleading eyes as he knew if they went any further it might be two of them locked in an underwater embrace at the bottom of the pool.

He backed off and did his best to keep his mind and his libido in check as well. She shuddered and looked disappointed. "I know what you're thinking; no sex am I right?" she asked.

He nodded not knowing where to go from here. "That's ok, but still we can't have a bit of fun; maybe a release or two?" she grinned, giving herself over to Jeff.

He was hesitant but he kicked over and they continued their wrestling; again feeling their bodies touching against each other; their suits rubbing against each other as well; only heightening the experience. She took the initiative this time around and attacked his groin and spandex encased member. He groaned out loud and leaned back against the onslaught. "You do have wonderful fingers," he admitted as he squirmed in her hold.

"Thanks, can't wait until I feel your hands all over me," Sara stated, quite enjoying the moment of the boy in front of her.

"Why wait?" Jeff said as he willed himself out of his haze and attacked her Lycra covered breasts.

She momentarily stopped her rubbing on Jeff's groin and that was all that was needed as he pushed her down on the pool floor to finish her off. His left hand reached down and pulled the suit away from her groin and inserted his finger in her. She squealed in delight as she thrashed underneath him. "No fair..." she said, it was quite obvious she was enjoying the new attack.

Jeff continued to rub her breasts mercilessly but he relented and replaced her suit and merely rubbed her sensitive spots underneath the spandex. She felt herself coming closer to climax as she did her best to bring her knees up but bumped against the back of her attacker. She brought her head back and moaned deep in her rebreather; bubbles escaping from the sides of her mouth.

He knew he had won this round as he went for the kill. He fingered her through her leotard non-stop. She quivered underneath him; his own Lycra encased member straining to be freed. "Too bad you can't change; I would love to see you as a dolphin," he admitted to her.

"You will...tomorrow," she grunted out, humping her hips to his stroking.

Sara couldn't hold back any longer as she humped independently of his attack. She moaned and thrashed like a trapped animal, which she was, giving in to her inhibitions with this handsome boy that was on top of her. He felt her juices slick against his hand and her suit. He smiled underneath his rebreather as he caressed her for a few more moments before letting her go but not before undoing her shoulder straps and sliding the tight blue leotard swimming suit off her body; exposing her to him.

He let the material go leaving her in just her fins, mask and rebreather; enjoying the view floating above her. He leaned in close and rubs her sides and very sensitive breasts. "How was it?" he asked her.

It took a few moments before she realized where she was at. She saw him hovering above her; his member clearly outlined his own swimming briefs. "Wonderful," she said, smiling up at him. She looked down and saw she was without her suit on and glared at him. "Where did my suit go?"

Jeff pointed behind him as she looked up around. "Back there somewhere."

"Ah well," she resigned herself to relax for a few more moments. "Suppose I have to get it afterwards, but you need to be punished."

She reached around his neck with both arms and turned the two divers so now they had switched places. Her breasts were still quite perky from her ordeal just minutes ago and Jeff had no complaints in gazing up at them as she began him down the road of bliss.

She slid herself up and down Jeff's body and in no time flat; he was thoroughly aroused. She reached down with both hands and cradles his balls and rubbed his stiff member. He would have liked to wrestle around a bit more before this but he resigned himself to this torture and punishment. She straddled his hips and began to grind her naked pussy over his hardened member. "Give me the location of the treasure," Sara laughed watching him squirm underneath her.

"Never you witch," Jeff played along.

"Fine then you I will make you orgasm until you die," she said, lifting herself off his Spandex clad groin and used her hands to finish him off.

He thrashed a bit more; hearing his plastic fins hitting the bottom of the pool. He knew it wouldn't be long now. He just thought of something that made him laugh; he'd never released himself inside a swimming suit before. He groaned at just thought of something as stupid as well as the building pressure located at his groin.

Jeff nodded his head to Sara that he was about ready to release. She smiled wickedly at him from underneath her rebreather. "Fine," she started in. "If you want to die then be my guest; we'll just get another diver to torture, maybe one of the new ones."

"No, you fiend," he said. "Not the new recruits."

"Then give me the location," she demanded, speeding up her rubbing.

"Never...I...," he sagged against the bottom of the pool as his hips rose and fell against her naked body. He thrust his member four times, each as powerful as the first. He shuddered and went still playing the part of the now dead diver.

"Fine get me a new diver here; this one is dead," she said to no one in particular. She hooked both sides of the swimming briefs with her thumbs and with one smooth motion; relieved Jeff of his swimming attire.

He rose up and smiled at Sara. "Have to do that more often," he suggested.

She nodded and swam a bit to relax herself. Jeff watched her and his groin grew hard again. How could he not love a woman like this? He began to swim with her. "They would have spears right in this game?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she answered. "Those are the best deaths because you aren't in the grasp of some other horny diver in spandex. Just let yourself go."

He nodded and then pretended to be hit by a spear in the stomach. She stopped and watched his antics; his naked body thrashing every which way. He brought up his knees to his chest and back down again; straightening them out. He looked towards the surface and with sad eyes began to sink as he still clutched at his imaginary wound. He convulsed several times more and lay still with his legs pointing towards the surface.

"Wonderfully done," Sara said appreciatively. "You would love the games we have with the other islands. Mostly it's just for fun but every once in a while we play for money and prizes."

"Oh?" he said, opening one eye. "Yes, that would be fun; you die often?"

"I can't go out because I'm not a permanent yet, but I do die as often as possible when we practice," she said. "Why not come on over and to see if I can't find that one video they did of us when they first tested us out. It will be an eye opening experience."

"Alright I suppose but only on a couple of conditions," he smirked at her.

"Shoot," she said.

"Give me a good death scene and we get to your home we just wear our suits and nothing else," Jeff said, feeling like a kid again. "Pretending we are some of those divers dying on screen."

She smiled and laughed. "I can do that. My uncle is a heavy sleeper or we could go out inside the boat and watch. No one will bother us there."

"Even better," he said. "Now go die for me."

She swam a little ways up from him and Jeff arranged his fingers like a gun. Jerking back his hand and arm as though he fired; Sara doubled over in fake agony; her hands clutching between her breasts. She flipped over in the water once kicking her shapely legs. She twisted twice; bubbles coming from her mouth in short bursts. Finally spasming and coming to a stop in mid-water; she sank slowly her legs trailing her naked body to rest, back first, on the pool floor.

Jeff swam over to her and rubbed her breasts in a circular motion. She moaned out her pleasure as she opened her eyes and looked upon his naked body. "Come on before we swim the night away," she suggested rising up and began the short ascent to the surface.

Jeff swam and retrieved their used swimwear and followed suit. "What about these?" he asked as he raised them above water to show Sara.

"Keep it I suppose," she suggested. "They are Gene-Pool suits anyway. We usually let the tourists keep'em after they swim in the and it wouldn't be clean to keep soiled suits."

"I guess you are right," he raised himself up and out of the water and took off his kit.

Sara walked over to where they had left their suits and when she lifted her blue leotard swimming suit she found a note on a piece of paper. She read it over and this is what it said. 'Don't be leaving these suits for anyone to get their hands on them. Can't wait until tomorrow; by the way, great show. J.'

"I'm going to kill him," she wringed the paper into a tight cone and threw it down hard into the trash.

Jeff walked over and rubbed her shoulders. "What was that?"

"Oh, nothing, just saying to myself I'm going to be killing you or anyone in the film shoot tomorrow," she said, doing her best to calm herself down. "Here's your suit; put it on and we'll head over to my place."

He slipped on his black swimming briefs and retrieved his own clothing putting them on as well. Sara did likewise and they chatted all the way back to her uncle's shop. The mysterious figure clad in brown swimming briefs watched them all the way home. "Sorry Sara, I had to,' he laughed and walked back towards his own home.

"Found it," Sara said triumphantly; hoisting up the video cassette box with three videos inside.

"Quietly," Jeff reminded her as he was sitting on her bed. "Wasn't that hard to find: I'm guessing they've been watched a few hundred times?"

"Shut it, buster," she quipped. "Alright, to the boat and yes, quietly."

They both tiptoed down the stairs and glanced at the clock in the kitchen; it read eleven in the evening. They climbed aboard her uncle's boat and almost immediately she shed her clothes down to her swimming attire. "Can't risk climaxing in the special suit," she said, disrobing that as well and using the suit from their earlier session in the pool.

"I quite agree," Jeff said slipping out of his black briefs and into the ones he also used for their foray.

They had already achieved a common understanding that they didn't mind seeing each other naked and they changed in front of each other without even a second thought. Grabbing a beer for the two of them; Sara walked to the main cabin area and started up the TV and VCR. She selected one of the tapes and popped it into the slot.

"So, what will I be expecting from these videos?" Jeff asked, genuinely interested.

"This tape here is calmer than the other two that I have," Sara said over her shoulder as she adjusted the sound. She wiggled her rear end at him and he felt himself become hard underneath his small swimming briefs.

"Calmer as in how?" he asked.

"Well, you'll see a lot more stripping, climaxing and general mayhem a group of horny eighteen year olds can get themselves into," Sara pointed out, turning around to plop herself next to Jeff and opening up her beer.

"I guess I can think of ways to be calmer than that, but right now I'm drawing a blank," Jeff teased her, poking Sara's side.

"For starters, it's just endless cut scenes of the initial battles that went on during the filming; you know, spears flying from both sides, divers clutching their wounds while their member and nipples perked up while going through their death throes," she giggled. "A few close up shots of the adults fighting it out with their knives while in the background other battles going on; mostly divers fighting and stripping each other when we killed one another."

"Sounds like my kind of fun actually," Jeff said, taking a swig of his beer. "Anything else I should know about in the first video?"

"Not much really," she admitted. "Just that really and some staged scenes where one diver would die, thrash around and generally become fish food after their suit had been stripped off. There is a couple scenes...that I was one of those becoming fish food...more than a couple actually."

"Oh, can't wait to see some of those," Jeff said excitedly.

"Hush up buster," she said, playfully hitting his shoulder. "A few more shots of individual fights that had both divers dying clutching each other and some really gruesome deaths the adults did to us newer divers. Stripping our suits off before we died for them and then they caressed us to orgasm."

"You're really not making this any easier for me you know," Jeff fidgeted; he could feel his groin growing harder and harder as she continued.

She looked down and smiled. "Am I bothering you?" she laughed, reaching down to caress his hard member.

He breathed in sharply as she touched his manhood underneath his swimming briefs. "We haven't even watched any of the video," he said, arching his back a bit.

"I know, that's what's funny," she took her hand away and reached down to pick up the remote control to press play. "It does start out slow the first battle starts fifteen minutes in. The first part is just an introductory of what is to come and is shows all of us in the background clad in our tight swimwear."

Jeff just shook his head as he watched what seemed to be the director of the film shoot explain what the videos well be about. Sara was right as he saw the camera crew and the hundred or so divers in the background lined up as if they were going to have their picture taken; each clad in a colorful swimming suit. Half were wearing light blue and the other half was wearing a light reddish color. "Let me guess they were near see through when wet?" he asked.

Sara smiled. "Yeah, they were supposed to be but only the blue side showed up more than the red side," she said. "I was on the blue side for most of the shoot until about the last couple of days. Guess that's where I love blue so much."

"Why the switch?" he asked.

"A girl got sick on the red side," Sara said. "They used the director's son for the last couple of days and he wanted to be blue; guess there was some pull after all. He was only a few days shy of nineteen so they allowed him to come in the water and he begged his father to be in it; he caved in."

"Was he any good fighting?" he asked. "Probably got overpowered each time he went against anyone."

"Pretty much as if he cared," Sara said. "I think I fought him a few times and each time I pretty much mopped the floor with him. Yeah, come to think of it I did. One time I stripped him clean and fought with him for a few minutes while he was nude before I cut his air hose and let him surface. I followed him up and helped him get a new tank."

"Harsh," Jeff watched the video as she was talking. "Wait, did you say cut his air hose?"

"Not like he couldn't breathe without it," she said. "We all had secret air supplies just in case that happened but he panicked. I just came up with him to make sure he was alright; which he was. A camera was right behind us filming the entire time and right when he was ready to dive in, still nude mind you, a spear hit him in the stomach; later did we find out it was fired by his father as a joke. He didn't fall in the water but fell backward onto the deck. He flopped on the deck for a few moments before passing out. I picked him up by his groin and neck and threw him into the water; you'll see it on video three."

"Can't wait," Jeff admitted. "Just to see you throw him overboard."

"What you don't see is when he woke up," she continued. "I swam over and fought with him again. While fighting he went around me and nearly had me to climax before I turned the tables on him and finished his groin off but good. He still had the strength to tear my suit off before I stabbed him in the chest; he was a fighter."

"Is he still around?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, he is," she answered. "He is one of the divers you'll be going against; he doesn't mind fighting naked. Just be careful though, he's a leopard seal and he fights really well. When we practiced he would always wear a grey pair of briefs; no one knew why until he changed for his first time and then he became nearly impossible to beat while transformed."

"I bet with all that speed," he said, remembered what he read about those particular species of seal.

"Oh, here comes the good part," Sara said, quieting down.

The video went to an area off the coast of the island they were staying at. It was a beautiful day out with a few cumulus clouds floating on by. The camera was on one of many boats anchored in a sheltered cove. On the boats were several of the divers from before while some were already floating with their heads above the surface. One of the safety divers clad in a very tight black wetsuit was standing next to one of the diver males.

He explained the several safety features that were going to be used during the filming such as the secret air supply that Sara had pointed out earlier. He showed a small tube coming from the tank which was inserted into the mouth at the regulator; nearly invisible unless one knew where to look. It supplied the diver with as much oxygen as if the person never had their hose cut. After the death of the diver, it was just a simple tug here and there as shown on the video and inserting a new hose and the diver was ready to go again.

A funny moment came when the safety diver cut both sides of the male's swimming attire and they fell down to the deck. Before the diver knew what was going on; the same knife was used to stab the unlucky diver; no scratches or wounds appeared. The male was a bit red around the ears but did nothing to hide himself as the safety diver again picked up the swimming briefs and tore them rather easily with his bare hands; demonstrating that these swimming suits were made to tear easily after some pressure was made on them.

The safety diver handed the naked male another pair of red swimming briefs and the diver put them on easily enough with no signs of ripping or tearing. He thanked the male by swatting him on the behind and pushing him into the water with a loud splash.

Sara giggled a bit and turned to Jeff. "That was the director's son," she pointed out. "He didn't participate in these first fights but at least he did get to be in the videos. He really did have a nose for being front of the camera."

"Yeah, he didn't even blink when his suit was cut," Jeff noticed. "It's good to know that if your hose was cut you still breathe normal."

"Yes, I had mine cut several times," she admitted.

"How do you die when that happens?" he asked.

"Easy, there is a special gas that is emitted when that happens that knocks you out while at the same time makes you very horny," she stated. "Even to the point of release with no one touching you; though if someone is close enough to cut the hose, they will more than likely fondle you to release anyway. Only twice during the filming was I left alone to 'drown' with my suit on."

Again a short edit and now the action was about to begin. "Ah, finally," Sara exclaimed.

The divers from both sides were lined up against each other and led away to their respective starting point. Some of the divers had cameras that were inserted into their masks while some cameras were remote controlled; floating above everyone's heads. He saw the light blue side curving around some rocks while the red side stayed visible the entire time. Jeff couldn't wait until the battle to start.

The filming started and the blue suits came quickly around kicking their legs to be the first ones to fire their spears or to die quickly. Sara was quiet but Jeff saw on her face the anticipation of the upcoming fight even though she knew what was about to happen. Spears were fired towards each team and a few of the divers were hit in various spots on their bodies. The camera shot was a wide screen shot and one couldn't see the various death throes which each diver went through.

Jeff could see some of the male divers who were hit gyrating around; twisting and turning in their fake dance of dance while the females in their tight leotards squirmed and flipped over. He could feel his member go hard and he couldn't believe he was so into this. "Could we fast forward to sections where it shows them dying and the camera is closer?" he asked Sara.

"They are coming and I know what you are wanting to see," she said.

"And that is?" he asked.

"Diver girls with nipples perking up in their leotards," she flatly stated.

"You know me too well," he muttered under his breathe.

A few more spears were shot in the direction of the invading divers and a whole line of them went down; some barely even giving a twitch of their deaths while others holding the spears in agony, thrashed about. "Yes, I do," she smirked at him. "Here they come male and female, red versus blue."

The first few shots were of divers surrounded by their comrades in arms being shot with spears and harpoons. The first few were nothing special; dying immediately after being struck with the piece of metal in their bodies. It did show a few shots of their groins and tops but nothing to excite Jeff too much. The next few were something more which he liked. First was a diver in red briefs and he took a spear to his stomach and collapsed upon it; his knees to his chest and his head back. He stretched his body; the bulge at his groin was growing by the second. He did his best to stay alive but he bucked his hips and sank like a stone to the sandy bottom.

"Not bad," Jeff admitted. "At least he moved after being shot."

The next was a female that looked a lot like Sara but younger. Jeff's eyes rose and looked at the female sitting next to him. "You?" he asked.

"Of course buster," she smiled. "You think I look this good without swimming all the time and being in erotic film fights?"

The spear hit the younger version of Sara in the right breast making her do a complete flip in the water. Her nipples underneath the leotard immediately shot up as she kicked feebly twisting in the water. She moaned out loud so the camera heard the noise. She rubbed herself up to the spear and let her mouthpiece fall from her mouth but with the careful eye Jeff saw the clear hose as plain as day. She fell back and humped slightly and went still; falling with her legs up.

"That is erotic," he exclaimed.

"Yeah, after that first up close death they wanted me to do all the close work," she said, smiling. "You'll see a lot of me buster so get used to it."

"I'm looking forward to it," Jeff said, looking at the screen and then back at her. "But you didn't change."

"No, not the first video they were still testing the harpoons, spears and knives to make sure they worked as they should; the next two videos show the divers transforming into animals."

The next few deaths were better than the last and it came to where two divers, both males in blue briefs swam in unison; their spear guns pointed at some imagined enemy. All at once, a spear took the boy that was slightly lower than the other one in the chest. It didn't take long for the diver to fall limply but a healthy bulge in his briefs showed he enjoyed his quick death. The other diver looked down at his flailing friend and was hesitant to either help him or continue on.

"Staged death," Sara said.

He chose to help his friend and swam down to him. In the final death throes, he was reaching his arms and hands up and he grabbed onto his friends briefs. Jeff only knew what was coming next as the helping diver did his best to untangle himself. He only made matters worse as his briefs slid down past his waist and his groin; exposing what was underneath. Another diver, this time a red clad diver swam over and saw what was happening. Hoping to put this poor diver out of his misery; he swam over and cut his hose.

Now in desperate straights, the helpful diver was now the one needing assistance. Forgetting his embarrassing situation, he tried to kick his legs to reach the surface only to be held down by his now dead companion. The briefs had slid down to his ankles as the enemy diver looked on; smirking to himself. The diver convulsed and shivered as he couldn't hold onto his breathe for much longer; twitching his body in unison with his humping. His own member rose from his body and it was quite stiff. Finally, he lowered his head and sank down to land on his buddy face down. The red diver swam down and relieved both divers of their swimming briefs and swam on.

"I almost felt sorry for them," Jeff said, smiling. "But one needs to keep your head in the heat of battle."

"Quite right," Sara agreed. "Want to see more?"

"Maybe later but isn't it getting a bit late?" he asked.

"Yes, let's just keep the video running and we can sleep here tonight," Sara suggested. "Will that be alright?"

"Yes, you sure your uncle won't mind?" he asked.

"No, I've had some boys out here in the boat for a bit of fun and he was none the wiser...I don't think," she said, looking back towards the house.

"Oh ok," Jeff sighed, snuggling against her lithe leotard clad body. "We can both dream of shooting divers and watching them convulse in our arms."

"Very true," Sara said, smiling. She poked him with her finger. "You're dead."

Jeff convulsed slightly, his member rose a bit with the rubbing of spandex against spandex. "Not without you," he said, returning the favor.

Both of them wiggled on the couch; watching scenes from the film shoot of divers being shot and stabbed; losing their briefs and their orgasms to the water around them.

A figure hovered over the two sleeping forms and smiled. He gently shook Jeff on the shoulder. "Wake up sleepy head, come on or I'll dump ice water on your head," a familiar voice said.

"If you do Hank, I'm pushing you into the water," Jeff mumbled.

The uncle put on a feigned look of shock on his face. "You would never," he said, chuckling.

"What time is it?" Jeff asked, looking at the TV screen which was frozen in place with an adult that was just speared; his member had already becoming quite hard underneath his red briefs.

"About eight in the morning," Hank said, looking over to the sleeping form of his niece.

"What?" Jeff sat bolt upright and looked around to see where Sara was; relaxing to see her still sleeping soundly underneath a blanket her uncle had to put over her. "We didn't..."

Hank held up both of his hands and smiled. "I know you two didn't do anything I wouldn't do," he recounted what he said earlier. "I saw you two kids walking up the walkway and I went back to bed. I heard the water being displaced as you and Sara went on the boat. It's where she usually ends up anyway; she sleeps better with the waves."

"I guess that is how the video was paused?" Jeff pointed at the screen.

"Oh that, yeah, guess I forgot to turn it off before I went back to bed," Hank admitted as he pressed play on the controller; both of them watched the speared diver go through his death and being stripped by an enemy blue diver. "Never really understood why they did that, but it's what the divers loved to do."

"You watched them?" Jeff asked.

"Many times," Hank admitted. "Just to see what Sara went through; I don't know, just seems hypnotic; once you start you can't stop ya know."

"I know what you mean," Jeff put his hand on the back of his head.

"Thank you for bringing her back in one piece," Hank said, sitting on the couch lightly not to wake her up. "Yeah, for a kid you do look good in those things from Gene Pool."

He became a bit red in the ears when Hank mentioned his swimwear. "What do you know about Gene Pool?"

"Pretty much anything you want to know," Hank sank back into the cushions. "I helped them develop the tank less rebreather you'll be using; the clear hose you see on their tanks gave me the inspiration for it and they helped this island become a modern day marvel with its state of the art dive equipment."

"So you knew what they were doing?" Jeff continued.

"Of course," Hank smiled. "Make a suit that would make a diver climax on command, create an electrical current to help it along and stitch together a suit that would make a diver climax and turn them into something like an animal. I never made it past the inventing the rebreather and electrical currents."

"You let your niece help in the testing?" Jeff was a bit surprised in how well informed her uncle was.

"Yes, but I will admit I didn't know how far along they were until I watched the videos for the first time," Hank reached over and took Sara's beer and took a long draught. "Had to admit I was appalled at first but then I saw how she was enjoying herself. As long as Gene Pool wasn't harming divers; it was ok in my book, but I did have my questions."

"I was wondering and you don't have to answer if you don'd mind but what about her parents?" Jeff asked.

Hank looked at his niece for a bit and swallowed more of the beer. "Killed during a boating accident off the Georgia coastline. Drunken idiot rammed the yacht they were in along with a couple of their friends, the captain and a server; all hands drowned. A huge custody fight ensued and since I was pretty much the only one not going for her legal rights not to mention the fat paycheck she would have after insurance; I took care of her until the court sought otherwise. Before all was said and done Sara didn't want to leave the island and I put my two cents worth in for everyone involved. Before I knew it, she was part of my family."

Hank stopped for a moment and reflected a bit. "Without her, I don't know where I would have been when my wife died. She was my rock and stubborn like her mother. This island has been her home for fifteen years now and the village raised the child; I merely supervised. She's loved swimming since coming to the island and now, she has a chance to use those skills for some good use."

Jeff nodded at Hank's story of how she came to stay with her aunt and uncle. "You must be very proud of her," Jeff said at last.

"You're damned right I am," Hank said, a tear in his eye. "She's like a daughter to me and I'll be danged if anything happens to her. I'm sorry I'm getting all emotional like. You go wake her up and I'll bring a hearty breakfast out here; something tells me you both are going to need it."

Hank stood up and walked back to the house. Jeff scooted himself over and gently rubbed Sara's shoulder to wake here. "Come on blue suit freak, rise and shine."

Sara groaned. "Don't tell me we overslept."

"Ok I won't but if we don't eat and head on over we will be," Jeff teased her.

She groaned and realized she was covered by a blanket. "Hank must've done this," she said, taking it off and sitting up.

"He said he did," Jeff said. "He's getting us breakfast."

"Yeah, he loves to cook but at times a bit too much for my tastes," she smiled. "And stupid me eats it all. Thank goodness I swim a lot or I'd be looking like a whale."

"You'd be the prettiest whale I've seen," Jeff teased her.

"Oh hush up buster," she said, throwing the blanket at him. "I see my favorite part on this video is coming up."

"Oh, which is that?" he asked, turning his attention to the TV.

"Mass fight between all the divers with no editing," she said. "My favorite part because we were told to continue fighting even if we died. Those that lost a suit or air hose would surface, get new gear and go down to fight some more."

"I have to say that is my favorite part too," her uncle came in and set down a tray between the three of them. It was piled high with eggs, sausage and bacon.

"Yeesh, now I know what you mean by eating good," Jeff eyes were bigger than his stomach as he piled his plate with everything.

"I told you," Sara did the same to her plate and begun to eat. "If I continue like this I have to get a bigger swimming suit.

Hank just smiled and pulled the tray to him as he too began to chow down. They ate in silence while the video continued to play. Jeff and Sara did their best to keep control of themselves but when the mass fight started it was hard not to notice their bodies betraying their thoughts. Hank continued to eat while the two of them stopped before they burst.

"Thanks uncle," she said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "We have to be going but I'll call when we finished for the day; hopefully with me as a dolphin."

"I look forward to it dear," he said with a mouthful of eggs. "Just be safe and teach those friends of yours not to take you lightly."

"I hope to do the same but as some animal I'm not entirely sure of yet," Jeff said, stretching while standing up.

"Oh I'm sure you find out soon enough," Hank said, still watching the video. "Just do her proud."

"I'll try to," Jeff said, walking with Sara out onto the deck.

"Take care uncle," Sara waved and headed out with Jeff.

"I have to go back to my hotel and get my brown pair of briefs; we still will have time?" he asked.

"Plenty, and don't worry about Hank," she reassured him. "He'll be down there all day watching the videos and eating. I've warned him of a heart attack but he doesn't do it too often; eat like that I mean."

Jeff put an arm around her shoulders. "You can have your cake and eat it too, but don't eat it everyday. I think he knows the risks but you are right, that was an artery clogging breakfast and the best one I've had in a long time."

Sara laughed. "I agree I love his cooking, but that one was a bit over the top."

They arrived at the hotel and Jeff opened the door to his room and they stepped inside. "Have you seen the inside of these rooms before?" he asked Sara.

"When they did orientation," she said. "Was impressed by the size and it looks like you managed to snag one of the suites."

"Let me guess, Gene-Pool?" he asked as he headed inside to change.

"Probably, they spare no expense," she said, looking at the early morning swimmers and beach goers. "Almost ready?"

He emerged from the bathroom in his brown swimming briefs adjusting himself to be a bit more presentable when they both arrived at the boats which would take them out in the water. "I guess so; we don't have to have our clothes for this do we?"

"No, don't think so; could I leave my clothes here and we can go as we are?" she asked.

"Sure don't know why not," he said, pushing the button in the waistband as the suit conformed to his body. "We need anything besides ourselves and the suits?"

"Nope, just us and the suits," she answered. "They will provide all our kit and stabby stuff when we arrive."

Jeff opened the door and allowed Sara out first. He stuck his room keys in the waistband of his briefs and followed her out of the hotel. It was about 9:30 in the morning when they arrived. A few of the divers were already there being fitted with fins and masks. Sara had already had her equipment loaded on one of the boats. Jeff found out his equipment fit a bit snug on his feet and face.

"Good you're on the same boat as me," Sara pointed out. "I can keep an eye out for him when you know what happens; which is to say if I'm not already out of it before it happens."

"You probably set that up as well," Jeff smiled as he put his kit into a numbered bin which he was assigned. He noticed that some of the divers were wearing the same color of briefs he had while others were in black, blue, grey, and even green. "Frogs?" he said out loud.

Sara nodded. "Probably, didn't get the list from Mark when he had the colors chosen; a whole new meaning to frog men I suppose."

Jeff groaned into his hand as he put it to his face. "Why did I know you were going to use that awful pun?"

"Because you were thinking the same thing," Sara said, catching him in the act.

Jeff wandered over to the benches and sat down watching all the divers pile on the boats. He started to wonder if this wasn't such a good idea. Sara picked up on the vibes he was giving off and sat next to him. "Having second thoughts are we?" she asked.

"Yeah, can't help it I suppose," he admitted. "What if something went wrong or the rebreather malfunctions."

She put her hands on top of his. "That is why we have safety divers; just in case something like that happens. Gene-Pool is very safety conscious; even in fights like these or I should say more so in these fights where they would be for the first time for most everyone."

"I quite understand that," Jeff said. "A feeling of pleasure and panic at the same time."

Sara nodded her head. "My first time I was ready for it. The feeling of the suit and spandex spreading all over my body plus the feeling of an intense orgasm nearing was quite intoxicating. I had to force myself not to rise up and experience it again since it was a one death and no more fighting. I swear they did that because it was my first time."

Jeff hugged Sara close to him. "Then I will hope for the same feeling then," he said, setting his head on her shoulder. "But I hope to enjoy it a bit before I fall unconscious."

When the last of the divers boarded the boats; they headed out to the protected cove from the video. "This place looks familiar," Jeff noted.

Sara punched him in the shoulder. "Hush up buster; be on your best behavior and keep that mouth shut until after the first fight," she warned him. "Or I'm handcuffing you to the boat for the rest of the week."

"Sounds kinky," Jeff retorted but regretted it after as she used his arm as a punching bag with three more punches in quick successions.

She just stared at him and crossed her arms. "At least now the next time we do dive alone what I'm doing to you," she smiled sweetly.

"Can't wait," Jeff said cringing back just another punch was coming his way.

The intercom system was turned on with a slight hissing sound and a tap to make sure it was working. "Attention divers, we are now over the spot where will be diving and taking out each other in three dimensional combat," the voice said, sounding a lot like Mark. "Out over to the east are your opponents for the day. They are slightly trained and will give no quarter when your two sides meet. They will be wearing full body skin tight suits so it will be hard not to see them; just aim your spears at them and fire. They will experience a death they will never forget and when the lucky ones on your team are hit, just let it flow and don't hold back. Also, please suit up and receive your weapons; we're about to begin."

A few snickers came from the divers on Jeff and Sara's boat. They both in turn gave meaningful glances at one another; they both new what Mark was talking about. Sara walked over to her bin and started to put on her kit; Jeff followed suit and soon they were both in their fins, masks and rebreathers. They both walked over to the table where they were handing out the spear guns and knives.

"Just be careful where you point that thing," the man who was handing out the weaponry said.

Everyone was pointing the guns down when the intercom kicked in again. "I just got word from your enemy they are ready to go and ready to leave your naked carcasses all over the sea bed; what do you say to that?"

A chorus of boo's and hisses soon followed as they hefted their hardware over their heads. "I will take that as a challenge accepted. Everyone please be safe out there and be wary of your other divers. If for any reason they are showing signs of distress help them out; yes, even the enemy divers. Thank you. Safety divers take your marks and help our new divers with their equipment."

Sara and Jeff soon found themselves helping the safety divers finding the equipment for the others around them. The safety divers nodded their thanks as they too were in diving gear and in bright yellow body hugging suits. When everyone was fitted with their dive gear on; one of them used a cell phone; no doubt calling Mark they were ready.

The intercom chimed in for the third and final time. "Good, just got the call from your side you are about ready to go," Mark said. "Everyone, swim and die well."

The few adults that were on the boat motioned everyone to put on their rebreathers and to be single file lines so they could check everyone's equipment. Jeff found himself behind a young looking man in black swimming briefs. "Aren't you a bit young to join us?" he asked.

"I'm eighteen and a resident here," he said cheerfully. "I'm ready for anything. I can't help it if I look young."

"Sorry, didnt' mean anything," Jeff said, looking back to Sara.

"Name is Colin and he's been at the pool a couple of times; had to strip him a few times to get him to listen," Sara teased the diver. "Isn't that right?"

Colin recognized who was speaking and put his arm behind his head. "Yeah, well...," he said a bit embarrassed. "I got you a couple of times as well."

"That he did," Sara confirmed. "Just don't lose your suit out there, we might never find it again."

"Oh har har, very funny Sara," Colin laughed. Jeff could see by the bulge in this man's briefs he knew something was happening. He looked at Sara and she nodded.

"Who knows and doesn't?" he asked. Colin was about to answer before Sara cut him off.

"A handful," was all she said.

It was Colin's turn to have his equipment checked and everything was ok. "I'll wait for you Sara," he said, before splashing into the water.

Jeff and Sara's equipment was in tip top shape as they both entered inner space with a splash. True to his work; Colin swam up to meet them both. "Come on slowpokes the battle is about to start," he stated, obviously his excitement hadn't died down when he entered the water.

The three of them formed a team of sorts behind the front line of those divers in leotards and swimming briefs. They were being held back until the safety divers received a signal from Mark to start the fight. Jeff hefted his spear gun and tested its weight in his hands. It was a smooth weapon and he expected a small recoil when he fired it at the opposing side. Finally the safety divers allowed the new comers to swim towards their enemy. Sara was doing her best not to laugh as well as Colin. Jeff looked behind him and knew what they were laughing about; the initial shock of seeing animals firing on them.

Jeff pushed Colin in front of them so he could act like a human shield. He wasn't ready to die just yet but very close to see what would happen to the shield if he was to be hit first. The divers began to fan out in front of him; just like in the movie "Thunderball" he thought. He began to imagine himself as a SPECTRE agent swimming with the bomb to blow up Miami but that was soon forced out of his mind when he saw the divers in front of him begin to appear.

They were swimming fast and in colorful spandex wetsuits. Each of the enemy divers was dressed up in different animal costumes or so the other divers thought. He felt a tug on his fins and he looked back at Sara who was beaming with pride as she saw her friends coming to do away with the humans in leotards and briefs. Jeff nodded back and put his full attention back on the task at hand.

The divers that were on his team slowed down and some even stopped to gawk at the divers in front of them. While others kept swimming; oblivious in what the other side wore because to them, they thought they only wore those suits to intimidate them. Spears began to fly between the two sides and this galvanized those divers that were still in shock in seeing animals fighting against them to fire their own.

A few of the spandex full body suited animals were taken out with spears hitting their chests and stomachs; no doubt they were highly aroused by both the suit they wore and the spear hitting them. A few ragged cheers were heard as they saw their opposition fall by the metal shafts. Those that fell squirmed and thrashed about in midst of their upcoming orgasm, but those on the human side had their own fall to the spears as they too went through their death throes. The look of shock behind their masks was priceless as they felt their own orgasm near as well as the spreading of their suits over their bodies for the first time.

Groans and moans with the mixture of shocked screams echoed in the water. Among those was the diver that Jeff and Sara were following. Colin had taken a spear in the stomach Jeff slowed his kicking and watched as the male went through some convulsions while Sara took up some cover behind a few rocks. Colin's suit had begun to spread itself over his lithe body while the bulge underneath had grown considerably.

Jeff continued to watch as Colin slowed this thrashing. It was apparent that he had gone through transformations before as he was not surprised of his suit spreading across his body. He looked like he was beginning to turn into a seal from the muzzle that was now spreading and growing from his face. The swimming briefs was now fully on the diver's lithe body; the bulge from his groin had reached it point where the male now released himself. After a few moments of an intense release; he passed out and his black covered legs drifted up as he sank down.

"That was highly erotic," Jeff said. Now he wished he could be hit next.

Sara swam up next to him. "He's always a show off, that one," she said aiming her spear gun at what looked like a brown otter headed towards them.

She fired and the spear hit home in the chest; flipping the female otter once. She put both of her hands or paws up to the spear itself and fondled her breasts. Jeff thought he would lose himself as she cupped her breasts in her hands. She shook uncontrollably as she went through a violent orgasm through her spandex suit. Jeff shook his head. "They really get into it don't they," he observed.

"Yes they do," Sara agreed. "Just really makes me want to die and get my transformation done as well."

"Don't let me stop you, Sara," he said, looking around to see which of the spandex clad divers he could shoot at to make them fall where they swam.

He swam through the water seeing many battles play out; the new divers, as he called them, actually were holding their own with little to no experience of underwater combat as those in the shiny spandex suits were beginning to give way to those in swimming briefs and leotards clinging to their bodies. He swam up to a male otter and since he was so close to him; he grabbed the head of the diver and brought the poor diver back into the point of the unfired spear. It was enough to send the otter reeling; twisting and turning to experience his death of the game. He lost control of his libido as his cock and balls started to grow underneath his animal form, his rock hard member shown for all to see. Jeff, at least, had defeated one of those on the other side.

He continued to scan the area for more divers and found a lone seal; he aimed his spear gun at him and scored a direct hit, square in the belly. The seal doubled over spilling some bubbles from his rebreather. Much to Jeff's surprise it didn't take long for the seal to erupt with his seal seed inside this spandex body suit; the diver fell over with his legs and arms hanging down from his body as he was out cold.

Discarding his used spear gun, Jeff didn't like the prospect of fighting one on one of these enhanced divers. He hoped to find another young looking diver but no such luck as a female dolphin found him and wrapped her arms around his body. He disentangled himself from the amorous mammal and swiped with his knife in defense. He nearly had her but her speed in the water kept her safe for the time being. After a few moments, he had the distinct feeling he was being played with and she could send him to his death at any time.

She saw he was waiting for her and she sighed; taking out her knife she became serious and quickly charged in but at the last moment swiped her knife up and over the bare chest of Jeff. He hadn't expected the move as he felt the knife run up his stomach to his sternum. 'Finally,' he thought. 'Time to see what will happen.'

A tingling sensation started to form in the base of his stomach and slowly spread across his body. He could feel the spandex from his briefs spread to his thighs and the lower abdomen. He shivered as the sensation felt cold on his warm body; almost enjoyable, but at the same time like someone putting an ice cube over his naked body. He squirmed uncontrollably as he felt the suit begin its trek up his chest and down his to his calves; a slightly tickling sensation was felt as it went along his body. He felt something from the base of his spine grow out; more than likely a tail of some sort.

It was an odd sensation but he felt he had total control of the tail in just a short amount of time. It kept growing hinting that Sara was right in which he was to become an otter. He convulsed some more as his cock and balls ached; being teased but no release. He looked down at his brown body and he saw his bulge clearly; tenting out the spandex suit greatly. Jeff wondered how much bigger it would become.

The suit stretched down past his ankles; the sensation of someone running a feather along his feet made him laugh out loud. The suit even took over the fins he wore and now, the part where he was expecting the most trouble; his head and face. The suit ran up his neck and to the back of his head; it felt like a massage on his shoulder and head. He relaxed and this helped greatly as the transformation seemed to be more intense the closer to the head it came.

The muzzle formation was the worst of it all as he felt his nose squeeze tight and his mouth shut in reflex to the foreign substance coming into it. He couldn't breathe for a couple of seconds and it was all over as he felt the tightness of the suit and his rock hard cock pressing tightly against the spandex. He felt like he could relax now and soon he rocked his hips for four hard and fast eruptions from his penis. Blackness over took him now and he felt himself almost lulled to that point as the water offered him relaxation. Last thing he could remember was he couldn't wait to fight while in this form.