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This is what she got for trying to have a vacation, Leah thought as the ice-cold shower sprayed against her skin. A bit of salty taste got into her mouth before being washed away by the jets of clean water blasting away every trace of sea water.

"All right, ma'am, you can step out now," she heard someone say. Her arms clung closely to her body as she stepped out of the yellow-curtained shower and into a rough white towel. She looked down at it, and saw her hotel's logo embroidered on the corner. How courteous, she thought glumly, shivering half-naked with freezing cold water dripping from her hair.

One hand holding the towel closed, she plucked her bag from the pile of belongings that had been moved up beyond the quarantine zone. There were already sawhorses with yellow tape running between them set up, cordoning off the beach.

Every little itch was acid, or flesh-eating bacteria, or the worst thing her mind could think up at that moment. The official word from the police officers when they were ordering everyone out of the water was 'hazardous materials'. She'd been swimming out far from the shore and she had swallowed more than a little bit of seawater while trying to dive down. If she was in danger, she wanted to know. Her rational side calmed her paranoid side, reminding herself that this had to be a preemptive evacuation of the beach. They wouldn't have let her go back to the hotel if she was in physical danger.

The stress pressing at her temples remained on the elevator ride up to the tenth floor. The subject of her stress changed from the horrible death she'd suffer to the demise of her vacation. Five days left, and the beaches were closed indefinitely. She'd have to find out what there was to do here, since her plan of sunbathing and swimming for the rest of the week was shot.

Just her luck that her first summer vacation since college would coincide with a chemical spill. She'd barely taken a vacation day in four years, so that she could save up for this trip. She dug her card from the bag and clicked it into the lock on her door. She needed a warm soak to make up for the shower.

She paused at the sliding door to the balcony, looking out at the beach below. She saw the empty shoreline with the police clustered further up the beach, processing people through the showers to make sure they were clean. She thought she could make out a news van or two.

Leah turned on the TV and turned up the volume, so she'd be able to hear the news in the bathroom. All her working had saved up enough for a deluxe suite, with a full jacuzzi. She was glad of that now--at least there was something to enjoy even if the beach was closed, she reasoned.

She unwrapped the towel as she took a seat on the edge of the tub, waiting for the water to fill up. Small, regular splotches of dull emerald green rose up along her spine from its base, hidden by the towel until then, and now out of Leah's view.

Each of her feet made a plunk as she dropped them through the water. She slipped off of the edge and into the jacuzzi itself. The warm water ached a little on her toes and fingers from the sudden temperature difference.

"We're just receiving reports of a spill that occurred off of the California coast," the news program said, a little too quiet for Leah to hear. She didn't bother getting up and drying off to turn the volume up. She could check on the internet when she was done with her bath.

"A private tanker with undisclosed cargo began to leak, quote, 'a hazardous compound' at approximately three-twenty local time. No information yet on what specifically was leaked, and no official response from the biotech firm the tanker was registered to."

Leah rubbed the tips of her fingers along her arms to her shoulders. The water warmed her up quickly and her goosebumps faded away. Not only were they fading because she was warming up, but also because she was losing her body hair. Each follicle dropped its hair and closed up, leaving her skin pleasantly smooth to the touch. She smiled, sliding her hands back up her arms to her her shoulders, elbows pulled in against her slim and now quite smooth chest.

"Beaches from Monterey to San Diego have been closed and quarantined, though there are no reports of injury resulting from the spill. The size and potential range of the chemical spill could make this the worst ecological disaster since the Gulf oil spill in 2010," the TV droned to an empty room.

Leah couldn't say where the feeling came from, but she was more relaxed now than she'd been for the past two days. Her cares felt distant, her worries about the spill soothed, her muscles relaxed and unwound. Just as her ears were dipping under the water, she heard the cell phone in her bag by the side of the jacuzzi ringing.

Leah grabbed one of the hand towels and used it to dry off her arm. She leaned out of the tub to grab her phone, set it on the toilet, and turned on the speakerphone.

"Hey, Steph," she sighed smoothly, sinking back into the water.

"Leah? You're all right, right? I saw on the news about the spill. That wasn't near you, right?" her friend asked.

"No, it was," Leah told her.

She lifted her right leg out of the water, then her left, curling her toes to stretch her more toned muscles from her feet up to her hips. The flesh right around her ass felt tight and uncomfortable, as if something was trying to break free. By shifting around, she gave enough room for a tapered nub to slide out from under her, a few inches of thin greenish flesh that poked from the end of her spine. It tucked neatly underneath her ass as she sat back down.

"Are you taking a bath?" Steph asked.

"Yeah, it's great. Even better than the beach," Leah said.

Leah closed her eyes and sunk her chin into the water, allowing the tugging force on the front of her face to pull at her nose and her jaw, forming the beginnings of a snout. Her eyelids slipped half-open again, and a second eyelid slid across them. Her pupils grew larger, squeezing aside her irises and sclerae.

"Uh...are you high or something, or is the bath just that relaxing?" Steph asked. She had picked up on how lethargic her normally highly-strung friend sounded.

Steph had a bit of a point, actually--amid her changing organs, Leah had grown small glands located just underneath the jaw, analogous to lymph nodes. These were producing a hormone which regulated heart rate in order to conserve energy, and which also had an effect similar to a relaxant on humans.

"Man, I wish you were here. This jacuzzi is so nice. I think I'm gonna turn the jets on, okay? Talk to you later," Leah said.

She reached out with the hand she'd left dry and ended the call.

Anyone looking at Leah would have thought she looked a bit sick. Her skin was pale, her head of dark brown hair was thinning, and her breathing was shallow. On the other hand, she was feeling great, and so what about some hair being gone? She leaned back, lifting her toes out of the water. Elongated and narrow, she could curl them until her toenails were touching the undersides of her feet. Then she spread them, stretching out the crescents of webbed skin between them.

The jets rumbled softly when she turned them on. She pressed her shoulders into the bubbling flow while the surface of the water was obscured with churning foam. She couldn't see her tail, now a foot and a half long with thin spines poking from the dorsal side along the tip.

Her tongue brushed along a thicker, faintly rubbery lower lip. The shape her face was taking on became more clear; elongated, with a squared-off, canine snout. Unlike a canine snout, though, her nose was flatter against the top of her snout, nostrils more like angled slits, blending in with the sleek shape of her muzzle.

By all rights, she should have been screaming and gaping in the mirror and calling 911, but the blissful high her own body was producing was keeping all of the horror directed inward. She was only dimly aware of her own internal disgust, though. To her conscious and active mind, the feeling that her terror gave her was remarkably like the feeling that her hunger was giving her. Speaking of which, she needed to take care of that, she thought to herself.

Clumps of wet hair fell to the ground every few feet, leaving her, for the most part, bald by the time she reached the room's phone. With wet fingers, nails pointed like claws, she flipped open the room service menu while dialing their extension.

"Hey! Yeah...room ten, uh, ten-sixteen here. Can I get the-eee...calamari, and then the grilled shrimp, annnd the mahi-mahi, and the sushi platter. Oh, and can I like...get a bag of salt? Yeah, like...like a pound or whatever. Y'know, just what salt comes in, I don't know. Put it on the bill. Yeah, no, it's cool. Thanks."

A three-foot tail swayed with her lazy gait. The spines, which were growing short along the top of the tail except for the long flare at the tip, were now webbed much like her feet. Her toes were growing claws just like her fingers. She walked up on the balls of her feet, accommodating her lengthened feet and higher heels with a more comfortable digitigrade stance.

God, she thought to herself, she usually didn't feel like seafood, but now she just wanted...she wanted it all. She huffed softly before diving head-first back into the jacuzzi, nimbly twisting herself around underwater and rising chest-up into one of the seats.

Her skin thinned, but grew tougher at the same time. It had to become more porous, so it couldn't be as thick as human skin--but to make up for the thinner hide, it became rubbery, flexible and pliable in a way that human skin just wasn't.

Leah was aware of this because she couldn't keep her hands off herself. She spread her fingers, stretching out the webs between them, and wrapped her hands around her breasts. The edges of the webbing pressed against her thick nipples before snapping over them, giving her a burst of delight that served to keep her wrapped up in her drugged bliss a little longer. She pressed against her breasts, squeezing her rubber-like flesh against itself. Her mounds slipped smoothly against each other as she cradled them tightly.

Her hands also attacked her ass. They dug into her malleable flesh and dragged her claws harmlessly along the smooth skin and tested how she could lift and squeeze and squash her own body. Even the tight, lithe muscles that filled out along her torso and thighs and arms had a rubbery quality to them.

A knock came from the front door, followed by a call of "Room service!"

The dorsal spines that ran from the tip of her tail to the midpoint between her shoulder blades bristled. She nearly climbed out, but she caught herself. She cautiously hid most of her pale green flesh beneath the water. She didn't want the room service guy to see her--she was naked.

"Just, uh, leave it by the bed!" she said.

Leah waited for the door to open and shut, then open and shut again before she left the bath to retrieve the cart. She pulled the food cart right up to the edge of the jacuzzi and pulled the bag of salt off of the lower tray. With a quick slice of her claws, she tore a hole in the top and upended the entire bag into the water. Her tail, now at least as long as she was tall, swished back and forth to distribute the salt into the water. She knew instinctively that she would feel more comfortable in saline water.

She started her meal between the shrimp and calamari. She ignored the provided silverware and picked them up with her fingers instead. Her sharp teeth dug into shrimp and squid in equal measure and left nothing uneaten. Her hands were too slow to feed her the fish--she lifted the plate, slipped her tongue underneath the meat, and let it tumble down into her mouth. It was filling and she savored the seafood taste lingering on her palate, but there was something just wrong to her about cooked fish, like a crucial flavor had been lost in the cooking.

The food filled her belly, but it didn't wait there for long. Her body sent the nourishment to her chest and to her hips. Her breasts hung heavier in front of her as she leaned out to eat off the cart. They slipped against each other and jiggled with her squirming, making her tail twitch and curl. Her tail had begun thin but now the base was thick and muscular, positioned above an equally thick ass. If she raised her tail, her folds, a pale whitish-pink against her green skin, were clearly visible. The growing thickness of her hips created curves which drew the eyes up, and down, and up and down again and again and--the point was, she had an eye-catching figure.

Leah splashed back into the warm water, twisting her body around to stretch and get her skin good and wet again. Leaning out to eat her food had left her skin feeling dry. She surfaced again and wrapped her arms around her breasts. They squeezed around her arms, her rubbery flesh letting them stretch and swell around any restraints.

A tall frill stretched out atop her head, a continuation of the webbed spines which had climbed all the way around her head. It came to a crest at her forehead in a shape reminiscent of a mohawk.

With a huge splash, Leah pushed herself out of the jacuzzi. Water gushed everywhere from her sudden push. She dripped more water onto the tiles as she stood and walked to the mirror, and then looked into her reflection. She pouted her lips, stiffened her dorsal crest, and blinked both sets of eyelids, one after the other.

Her sea green skin blended in smoothly with the ocean water; her paler underbelly helped to mimic the brightness of the sky above. Her dark eyes had a grayish iridescence to them without a hint of whites or irises; hauntingly aquatic yet still expressive. She switched from her pout to a fanged grin, curling her arms around her chest and spreading her webbed fingers out against her heavy breasts. She was a hunter--with those sharp teeth and claws and that tightly wound lithe muscle, what else would she be?

Her instincts made her want to be chasing after a big fish right now. God yes, her instincts. She hadn't known what they felt like as a human, but as this...every urge was almost sexual. It had that same natural craving her human side only knew as lust.

Leah delighted in the fishy smell of her own breath--and hell, she smelled like fish herself, though she didn't think she was a fish herself. She didn't even have a name for what she was.

She wasn't human, that was certain. She imagined the emotion she should have felt--loss, confusion, a bit of nostalgia mixed in with existential horror. But she didn't feel that way at all. She was content and liked the way she looked and damn them if anyone told her she needed to be more human.

The way her feet were angled now, she slipped into an easy, swaying gait. Her tail naturally raised and swayed from side to side; even walking, it moved as if she was swimming. And raised up as it was, her pale sex was on full display. Her mind was closer to the creature she'd become than it was to human, and certain things like modesty were no longer ingrained in her mind. She wanted some new clothes, yes, but she saw nothing wrong with striding into the hotel, naked, damp and smelling like a fish market.

The store in the hotel's lobby had a small collection of swimsuits, and one two-piece in particular caught Leah's eye. Small, metallic silver, and just stretchy enough to fit around her, she plucked it off the rack and ran her claws over the fabric briefly. Then she spread her legs, stepping through the bottom piece and tugging it up around her broad hips. She let go of the straps so that they gently snapped against her waist. Then, she tugged the bikini top around her chest, sinking in just a little to her heavy, pliable mounds, but holding them up well. She tied the straps up in a small bow on top of her spines, then walked to the cash register. She put her hands on the counter and shoved her chest forward, letting the tag dangle off toward the cashier. The young woman stared, then hesitantly grabbed the scanner and scanned the tag.

Leah, bouncing slowly from side to side in her new swimsuit, let her instincts drive her forward. She had been plopped into her new body right in the middle of its mating phase. Between fishy urges and human knowledge, she made a beeline out of the hotel and toward the beachside bars. Human flirting and getting her egg sacs fertilized sounded like a fine way to spend the rest of her vacation.