Shark Island
Damn son.
The feeling of a warm splashing at his feet brought Alex back to consciousness. The sand underneath his hands and feet scattered into the air as he jolted upright, a panicked look on his features. He was met with the sight of a pristine tropical island, every bit the stereotype he imagined, with golden sand, cyan waves and a dense, green jungle just a ways of the beach.
The black haired man took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his frayed nerves. But the sight of painted wood around his spot, and the promise of a wrecked boat fuselage provided little comfort for a man who usually enjoyed watching his neighbour go out to punctually gather his mail at three o' clock on the dot, every day. On shaky legs he stood, thankful that the only thing damaged in the accident was his pride.
And the boat, he supposed.
Up against the rocks, the small yacht was damaged beyond his meager knowledge of the subject, rendering any kind of repairs unfeasible. With a frustrated cry he collapsed onto his back and stared up into the cloudless sky. Nothing could ever go his way. It took every nerve in his body not to break down sobbing then and there.
With a miserable sigh he lifted a skinny arm to cover his eyes as the sun began to peak over the trees. He wasn't a strong man by any means, but he liked to go to the gym with his friend and keep in shape. He was never one to bulk, in contrast to his friend who always insisted that he'd enjoy it. Alex didn't need big, dumb muscles to score a date or two, and he was perfectly happy the way he was.
He had a lean, intelligent face, with vibrant green eyes and messy black hair which never seemed to do what he wanted. A metaphor for his life, he thought to himself. Everywhere else he was average except for his lean stomach and trimmed chest.
"Be more adventurous," his friend had demanded as he turned away a girl not to his liking, "You'll never know unless you try."
Try he did, and now he was stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no food, no water, and no way to communicate with the outside world. He dusted himself off and considered his options, if he stayed on the beach, somebody might see him and conduct a rescue, but on the other hand he could get a head start on making some shelter for himself if that didn't happen.
Alex liked to be prepared. He skipped over the hot hand and onto the cool dirt of the inland forest. He let out a sigh of relief as the shade washed over his body, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, just like an extended, lonely vacation. Alex was never an optimist.
That aside, he quickly found that the island was actually more than accommodating. A sizable cave, complete with a clear spring greeted him just a few miles from the coast. It was the perfect place to make a temporary home out of. He walked outside of the mouth and quickly gathered some palm leaves from the ground to make himself an uncomfortable, but practical bed to protect him from the stone floor.
It took him much longer than he thought, and he soon began to watch the skies dip a vibrant red as the sun retreated back behind the horizon. The sounds of the forest began to come alive, with the chirps of nocturnal birds and bugs combining to make a night-time symphony. Alex smiled to himself and laid on the bed, his front facing the cave entrance. However brief, for the first time that day he felt slightly better about things.
The next day, food was the only thing on Alex's mind. He hobbled out of the cave with a stiff back and scoured the island for something to eat, eventually coming across a fruit bearing tree. He struggled to climb it with his gangly limbs, but eventually he reached the top and gathered several in his shirt for later.
He hauled them back to the cave and decided to leave the shirt off for the time being. He stretched and cracked his back, his eye being caught by the light blue pool that lay at the back of the cave. He wondered if it was pure enough to drink. He stepped over to it and looked down into the shallow pool. Bubbles reached the surface as if it were some kind of hot tub, but it was likely that some kind of volcanic breach was far, far below and coming through a crack.
This had two benefits, one, it was warm, and two, that means it wouldn't have any deadly diseases hidden away inside. Alex considered what he should do, he didn't exactly need the water for cleaning himself when he was so close to the beach. Instead he knelt and cupped some of the water in his palms, taking a deep drink from what he could hold. It was only then that he noticed just how dry his throat was.
That clearly wasn't sufficient. Alex dipped down and drank from the pool directly, his cheeks burning in embarrassment. It was a good thing that nobody was there to witness him drinking like an animal. His thirst quenched he grabbed one of the fruits he had picked earlier and bit into it, the explosion of tangy ambrosia in his mouth bring a pleasured hum from his chest. He had to stop himself from chowing down on the rest.
He drifted off into a comfortable sleep, where dreams of living on a populated tropical island filled his mind. He was bathing in a pool on some kind of raft, with other people laughing and enjoying themselves all around him. He let out a sigh and leaned back as the sun streaked across the sky. He jumped as a grey fin peeked up from the pools surface, the perpetrator invisible due to the glare of the sun.
He laughed to himself, somebody must be pulling a prank on him. He paddled lazily towards the static fin, which only bobbed with the flow of the waves. He reached out and stroked against it, the rubbery texture an alien feeling beneath his fingers. As he looked down, a manic grin, with shark predatory teeth stared back.
He awoke with a shout, his arms flailing against a hostile force that wasn't tangible. His heart thumped in his chest as he took a deep drink from the pond to calm himself down. What a nightmare, he thought to himself.
He decided to dedicate his time to trying to contact somebody. He couldn't stay on the island forever, eventually he would run out of food and water, or maybe he'd get injured or die of some kind of disease. With that in mind he pushed through the forest and back out onto the beach where the yacht was still landed upon a set of jagged rocks.
Exercising caution he climbed up onto the deck of the ship and rushed down under into the living quarters. He'd forgone searching for supplies in there when he first got stranded, but as he noticed several cabinets still full of food, he wondered why he never went to the effort. He grabbed a plastic bag and gathered up everything that was left and still edible.
After that he moved on into the bedroom, which had a small bed and wardrobe. Acting quickly he gathered another bag and took the quilt, pillows and some extra clothes. It would have been nice to stay in the boat, but its position wasn't exactly ideal or safe in any way.
As he rushed out from the cabin and hopped back down onto the sand, he noticed something tall and grey stood at the treeline. But as he blinked, the figure vanished. "Great, now you're seeing things," he muttered to himself as he dragged his loot back to the cave. He couldn't refrigerate some of it, so he'd have to eat it first before it went bad.
He placed the bags next to his makeshift bed. He pulled out the quilt and laid it out over the leaves to elevate off the ground a little bit. Hopefully it would provide him with some protection against the bugs that crawled around the place at night.
With a sigh he tested the bed and flopped back onto it, looking to the damp ceiling. The sounds of the ocean could be hard in the difference, he yawned. How long had he been up? He already felt tired. Having nothing else to do, he reasoned that having a nap wouldn't hurt.
He was back at the pool again, but this time he was sat at the bar. A typically flamboyant thing, with a straw roof and colourful bunting. Behind it a tanned, muscular man busied himself mixing a variety of drinks for the other people sat beside him. He turned to Alex and gave him a flashy smile with his pearly white teeth. "What'll you have?" he asked in an exotic accent.
"Just a beer, thanks," he replied, leaning his head down onto the wooden bar surface. The stool next to him creaked and shifted as a large figure, with bulging muscles sat next to him. Alex did a double take as he noticed the colour of his grey skin. His eyes crept upwards, revealing a familiar grinning visage of a shark like creature with messy black hair. This time, Alex did not wake up.
"Sorry about earlier kid, probably shouldn't have scared you to death like that," the beast spoke, patting him on the back.
"W-what..." Alex stammered nervously.
"You never seen a shark before kid?" he grinned. His thick muscles bulged obscenely as the bartender handed him a huge glass of beer. A second, smaller glass was slid in front of Alex which he gripped with shaking hands.
"Uh, well, no," Alex admitted meekly.
"Really? I would have thought... you know what, I get you. This is your first time down on our little islands isn't it?"
"I guess."
"So that means you've never met up with many of the locals. Right?"
"Right."
Alex sipped his beer as the shark mulled things over. "The name's Sully, by the way," he held out a meaty paw, and Alex shook it wincing slightly at his crushing grip. "I'm just saying, you're not going to have much fun sitting around this resort on your own. I can show you around if you'd like."
All of this was far too bizarre for Alex to process. Deep down he knew that it was some kind of lucid dream, but everything looked, and felt so real! Without thinking he found himself nodding, "Alright, sounds like fun."
Sully patted him on the back again, "Great! I know you're going to love the place. Me and my buddies hang around there all the time."
He rose from his seat and practically dragged Alex with him. "I didn't pay for my..."
"Hey Barry! Put it on my tab!" he shouted to the bartender, who nodded as he continued to mix drinks for an enraptured crowd. As he walked to the edge of the pool, the environment around him began to blur into nothingness. Much gentler than last time he awoke in the same spot, his cave on the abandoned island.
He sat up and ran a hand down his face. It was the next morning already, he must have been asleep for a long while. After feeding himself and taking another drink, Alex decided to go outside and explore some more of the island. Hopefully he could find another source of food and water, or maybe even a cave nicer than the one he was in. He decided to take the plastic bags with him to carry what he found.
Unfortunately is was much of the same, forcing him to climb up a variety of trees to gather the fruit that they held. By the time he had filled the bags he was completely exhausted, and wanted to crawl back into his bed. He dragged his haul back to the cave and placed them with the rest of the food. He had a good buffer going, and he could rest easy knowing he wouldn't have to go out again for at least a week or so.
He shuffled over to the pond and looked at his own reflection. His skin was greasy with a fresh layer of sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead. With a sigh he cupped some of the water, stepped back from the pool and splashed his face, making sure to not get any of it in the source. The last thing he wanted was to contaminate his only lifeline.
As he washed away the grime, he couldn't help but notice a change in his reflection. Whether it was due to the lighting or just him seeing things again, Alex swore that his forehead was starting to turn a little grey. His green eyes now speckled with flakes of yellow.
"Hey buddy!"
Alex yelped and swung around, heading face first into a muscled chest. He fell back onto the floor and cowered there for a moment, before uncovering his face and gazing upon the concerned face of Sully. Alex was very confused.
"You're real?!" he yelled, before slapping his hands over his big mouth.
"What? I promised to show you around the place, we met by the pool earlier, remember?"
"But that was just a dream! There isn't a fancy resort, there's no bar, and there certainly aren't any fucking shark people running around!" he screamed to an empty cave. It felt like his heart was trying to burst out of his chest. He needed some fresh air. He ran out of the cave and through the forest, coming out onto the pristine beach.
Out of breath he collapsed there and laid in the sand. What the hell was wrong? Why was he shouting at hallucinations of muscular shark people? Why did he decide to run out onto the beach in a blind panic? A small solace perhaps, the he knew he was seeing things rather than simply believing in them.
Sully was like an imaginary friend, he bargained, something he had made up to combat the loneliness of being stuck on a remote island with no help, no supplies, and nowhere to go. He let out a sob and pounded the sand with a fist. Why did this have to happen to him? He had no tears to shed, but that didn't stop him from expressing his sorrow.
He felt the thick hand pat him on the back again. He rolled onto his back and squinted as the tropical sun seared his eyes. Sully was back, standing above him with a worried look on his face. "I'm not that a-company," he chuckled. He reached down and grabbed Alex's arm, pulling him back to his feet. "Now I don't rightly know what you were freaking out about back there. But I'll be damned if I don't decide to help out a new friend."
Alex had given up, and decided to humour his own delusional mind. "Nah, I'm okay. You just surprised me, that's all."
Sully looked sceptical but held his tongue. "Cool, come on buddy. I know this awesome little cove place, you'll love it!" Alex slapped the back of his neck. It felt like a bug had just sink it's little teeth into him but there wasn't a carcass plastered to his hand; he must have missed it.
Sully took the lead, but went slow enough so that Alex could wide beside him. What Alex didn't know, was that a black tribal tattoo had appeared on the back of his neck and was spreading down his back. Sully looked on, his grin widening as it spread across his skin into an intricate pattern of thorns and a large rose dead centre. Sully licked his lips in anticipation.
As they trekked through the forest to get to the cove, Alex's body underwent even more subtle changes. His body became more toned, his abs now forming a prominent six pack, and his arms shedding the excess fat and becoming more muscular. Alex did not notice anything amiss, in fact, when he looked down on himself, he felt as if it was always how he'd looked.
Sully wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into his muscular body, his face rubbing up against his pecs. Alex closed his eyes and took a deep whiff of Sully's distinct, manly scent. Alex was never gay, but as he walked closer and closer to their destination, he began to question himself. "Why not? He's totally hot, and he did say I should be more adventurous," he said to himself.
His eyes glanced down to Sully's genitals, which were surprisingly human. A thick pair of cantaloupe sized balls jiggled and swayed between his tree trunk thighs, along with a thick, uncut member that easily reached nine inches while flaccid. It was a similar shade to his skin, with a light pink cockhead peeking out from the wrinkled foreskin.
Alex suddenly felt quite inadequate. Why would such a stud ever want him? He was just a boring old human, with a small dick and a boring body. A desire to be similar infected his mind, Sully becoming his ideal.
Sully smiled and gripped his shoulder tighter as they approached a rocky area. It was like a thin alley, Sully went through fist, be careful not to scrape his naked body against the rocks. Alex had a considerably easier time fitting through, "Haven't been this way in a while, I usually just swim here."
Sully's massive body covered the exit, so Alex didn't get to see the sight until he circled around him. His jaw dropped in awe at the amazing watery cove that Sully had found. A rocky roof covered their heads, casting the area in shade. In the middle lay a pond of the clearest, most stunning water he had ever seen. Around it lay a solid floor of smooth rock, giving the shark men below a place to sit. It reached out into the sea, another island in clear view.
"Welcome to Casa Del Sully," Sully cheered, walking down to the other shark men. They were similar to him, but with different coloured hair and varying sized cocks. Some of them were leaner than others, but all of them still bristled with masculinity and barely restrained power. Strangely, many of them had black tattoos done in a tribal style. Some had animals, others had simple murals containing their name surrounded by thorns, and most had some kind of armband. Alex followed Sully like a lost lamb as he greeted the other males.
"Sully, this the new guy?" a smaller shark asked, circling Alex and nodding at his tattoo, which Alex had still not noticed.
"It sure is," he nodded. Alex was pushed into the middle of the group, who all greeted him with a pat on the back and a firm handshake. It made Alex feel at ease, so what if they're all huge shark mutants? They seem friendly enough. In total there were about ten surrounding him, with another ten swimming in the cove.
"Lovin' that ink man," another one said poking at his back, "Really cool, that rose looks badass."
"Ink?" Alex asked, turning and trying to see his own back.
"So, you claiming this guy or what? You seem to be all over him," the largest asked Sully who nodded with a grin. "Alright guys, let's give him a little space," he called, forcing the others to go back to whatever they were doing before. Some dived into the cove with unmatched grace and swam over to their friends, while some found a spot on the rocky ground that was exposed to the sun and lazed about, their sexy bodies shining in the sun.
Sully hugged Alex again, "So, what do you think?"
"It's... pretty amazing," he admitted.
Sully's thick cock twitched and stiffened slightly, his hand reached down and giving it a firm stroke. "It's time for the best part," he whispered, "If you want it, that is."
"W-What?" Alex stammered, looking down as Sully's cock reached a towering twelve inches, thick grey veins throbbing with hunger. Sully leaned down and brushed his lips against Alex's, before pulling him into a deep kiss. Alex could see some of the others getting frisky in his peripheral vision. His tongue brushed against his sharp teeth, the taste of copper filling his mouth. Sully pulled away.
"Do you want me?"
"Yes," Alex answered without hesitation.
"Do you want to be like us?"
"Yes," he moaned as Sully groped him.
"I can do it, I can make you one of us."
"My family..."
"Won't know, they'll never find you. You can stay here, with us."
Alex couldn't resist as Sully pushed him onto his knees, his cock hovering in front of hiss open mouth. Without direction he dived onto Sully's cock and began to pepper the pink head with small kisses, occasionally licking his cum slit. The burly shark hissed in pleasure. "I can't wait to see what you really look like."
A dollop of salty pre sizzled in Alex's mouth. It was absolutely delicious, and he desire more. His teeth began to sharpen as he took the cock in his mouth and sunk further down onto it. Sully gripped his black hair and pushed him down even further, gagging him.
His tongue eagerly fucked Sully's cum slit, desperate to coax out more of the tasty seed. His mouth slowly stretched out over more and more of the member, his skin gradually turning grey. His nose sunk into his face as his mouth pushed upwards to take up most of his head, two little nostrils capping the end of his new muzzle.
Now he could easily fit most of the gargantuan cock into his mouth, which he did with gusto. Sully was taken aback by how eager his new mate was. His formerly black hair began to lighten at the tips, before spreading like wildfire until his dark hair was turned into a stunning spectrum of black and golden highlights.
Alex's own meagre human cock stood proudly in the air, throbbing with unbidden arousal. As he began to swallow more and more of Sully's cum, it began to increase in size. It was slow but steady. Soon his cock had reached thirteen inches, its girth slightly outperforming Sully's. Thick blue veins pumped a large volume of blood to his lower body, trying in vain to keep the new appendage solid. His balls followed suit, reaching a similar size to Sully's. Alex was forced to spread his legs to prevent crushing them.
Alex reached and grabbed one of Sully's massive balls, feeling the pulse of his heart through the huge sperm factories. Alex could only imagine how much cum his mate would fire off when he climaxed. Sully took charge and began to fuck Alex's mouth, slowly at first, but soon enough he was jackhammering away down his mate's tight windpipe, eager to deliver a fresh batch of warm cum directly into his stomach.
"Oh! You're going to be so hot," Sully moaned, stroking his face almost tenderly. Alex's eyes had turned into slits, but had maintained their distinct green colour, although they certainly teetered towards being a little yellow in the right lighting.
Sully's breath turned laboured as he approached his first peak. With a grunt he buried himself as deep as he could go and unloaded a thick wad of hot cum down Alex's throat. His tightly packed balls tensed up and churned as they immediately set to creating more. Alex struggled to down it all, some escaping his muzzle and dribbling down the front of his chest, leaving streaks of grey skin in its wake.
With a belly full of Sully's seed, the internal changes to his body accelerated. His muscles bulged and grew as they rapidly degenerated and regenerated, growing stronger and larger each time. His arms grew thicker, with powerful biceps tensing and relaxing as he felt his new body. His pecs swelled obscenely, giving him a large chest and large pink nipples to cap each mountain. His legs reached a similar size to Sully's, thick tree trunks that gave his new endowment plenty of breathing room.
The skin over these muscles changed soon after. Alex lay back on the rocky ground as Sully looked over his handiwork. Alex was almost entirely covered in the waterproof skin that all of the shark men shared. The others were enjoying the display too, some paring off with one another; a crowd of grey bodies thrust and grunted with pure lust.
Alex watched them, his eyes taking in every little detail. The look of euphoria on one of the smaller sharks as he was spit roasted by two burly males. The sweat and water that gleamed off of their perfect muscles, shimmering in the sunlight that had worked its way into the cove. The desire to be one of them only grew stronger. How could he have be hesitant before? This is paradise.
Sully rolled Alex over onto his stomach, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him onto his knees. His hands worked down his spine, massaging him and relaxing him for what was to come. Sully traced the outline of his intricate rose, the black ink pre-emptively stained onto his skin before he arrived. He murred as he reached Alex's muscular, but still large behind, and the large smooth balls that hung underneath.
Just above them was a tight pink ring that flexed as he rubbed around it. Curiously, he licked his finger and wormed it inside, the hot tunnel gripping his invading finger like a vice. His cock stirred back to life by the erotic sight. His cock still dripped with Alex's spit and his own cum. He rose up slightly and grabbed his mate by the hips before lining his thick member up with his tender hole.
Alex gasped as he felt Sully's thick head stretch him, which turned into a moan of ecstasy as Sully sunk inside of him. The changes had reached his internal bodily functions, including his lower body making it easy for him to take Sully's full length without issue. The velvety insides clung to his cock, milking it for its seed.
Sully resisted busting his nut right away, and slowly withdrew before thrusting to the base again, rocking Alex forward. Alex had stars in his eyes as Sully's battering ram hit his prostate, sending a shock of pleasure up his back. Sully watched as a small bump formed at the base of his spine, the fleshy spire slowly extending as he began to fuck Alex in earnest.
Sully gripped the base of Alex's tail and used it for leverage as he pounded him harder and harder, their heavy balls slapping and meeting as they both rutted like animals. The tail grew longer and longer to nearly three feet long before finally stopping, two smaller fins poked out from the end and curved around to give him a distinct looking flipper.
Alex was almost entirely shark now, with grey skin, a large muzzle, a new muscular body and a large tail that he wrapped his Sully possessively. Alex's longer, sharper tongue hung from his mouth as he jolted with every thrust, his eyes glazing over as the final mental changes took hold. Al grunted as he felt his finish approaching.
Picking up on this, Sully fell back and pulled Al with him. Now held closely together, muscles tensing and meeting in an intimate dance. The embrace of his strong, virile mate sent Al's mind into a frenzy. He needed to finish, he needed to cum for his mate.
Sully felt his own climax coming and sped up. His hands roamed over Al's body, feeling the hidden power that had been built by his seed. Sully reached around Al's pecs and fiddled with his nipples. The hard nubs twitched receptively and brought another groan from Al's mouth.
Sully nearly screamed as his climax hit him, his cock buried deep inside of Al's pink ring. His cock swelled and pulsed as it sent a flood of seed deep into his bowels. He came long and hard, gushing nearly an entire gallon into Al's body.
The feeling of being filled pushed Al over the edge, his own monolithic cock spurting an equally obscene volume of cum onto the rock floor in front of him. Al was left breathless as what seemed to be his entire body expelled itself via one orgasm.
Sully struggled to keep the both of them up and carefully laid on the floor, still enjoying the feeling of his deflating cock inside of Al's warm crevice. What was once a normal human male, had been transformed into something similar, but slightly taller than Sully. He had messy black hair with dirty blonde streaks, giving him a surfer look. On his back was a large mural of a rose and a ribbon with two names, his own, and that of his mate, Sully.
The two lazily felt each other's bodies for at least an hour, simply content to enjoy the afterglow of their first mating. The others had already finished and had decided to give them some space, returning to what they were doing beforehand. Al stood and stretched out, Sully's cock slipping from his tail hole and laying across his thigh, still dribbling a small river of cum. Sully rose after him, wrapping his large arms around his waist and pulling him into a deep kiss.
Al enjoyed exploring Sully's built body for a little while longer before pushing him away with a coy smile.
"So, what do you think?" Sully asked, extremely happy with the results.
"I think I can get used to it," Al responded, his past life as Alex the furthest thing from his mind.