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[i]On the sixth day of TFMas Kaevon gave to me,

Six massive orcas

Five bondage rings!

Four mushing huskies

Three squawking birbs

Two yipping kobolds

And a werewolf who is knotty![/i]

Christmas never was the same after Luke32moved to a more tropical location. Something was missing for him having come from a location where snow, cold, and cozy nights were the norm. But at least they could still celebrate from the beach. And it's not like he wouldn't see any of his friends anymore, they could talk every day! About all sorts of things. Like the weather…the holidays…and ways to better enjoy the ocean~

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Christmas never really did feel the same after Trysten moved south to the beach. The warm weather was absolutely wonderful and he loved being able to just go outside and lie down on the beach every day without putting on a jacket! But there was something weird about spending December in a tropical location. He was used to seeing snow and pine trees and lights surrounded by garland. Granted, he still got that last one, but it was just…different. Seeing palm trees adorned in Christmas lights and fake snow in a windowsill outlined by people rollerblading down the boardwalk just felt weird. Even now as he was walking along the beach and idly kicking at the sand, he couldn't help but feel like he was missing something that he just couldn't get in his new home.

“Hmm…" He was stuck in a general state of deep thought, hands in the pockets of his shorts while his rainbow mohawk shifted ever so slightly with the warm sea breeze. “Maybe if I put the AC on really high and wrap myself in a blanket…that might emulate the feeling just a touch." It had been a tough past couple of days as he checked various social media sites and saw people back home revelling in the first snow of the season, walking through a neighborhood with a fresh blanket of white, putting ornaments and lights on the pine trees in their yards…melancholy was the first feeling that came to mind. He still didn't regret moving, though. It was definitely worth it, but would take a bit more time to adjust.

“Travelling is always a possibility." He spoke aloud to no one, the beach completely empty on this side of town. Sand got between his toes from walking in open toed sandals, the feeling bringing his mind back to reality as he imagined it was snow chilling his feet as he traipsed through an undisturbed blanket of white. “Perhaps next year." He mused, head raising before he took his glasses off and cleaned them off on his tank top. “Yes…I'll have to plan far ahead so I can get the time off and ensure I go somewhere much more appropriate." The plan was already set, his stance slightly off-center as he shifted his weight onto one leg and looked out to the sea. The endless expanse stretched out to eternity under a sky of robin's egg blue, the two perfectly distinct as only a small handful of clouds broke up the otherwise flawless backdrop. It really was a beautiful scene…and if it were Spring, Trysten would've felt differently. But unfortunately, his first holiday season in the tropics wasn't feeling very holiday-y.

As he kept his sights trained on the vast ocean standing before him, he let his mind wander aimlessly. He thought about what he really wanted from the holidays, what he really wanted to do. Moving down here meant a lot of new friends, new things to do, and all sorts of new foods to try. But so far…he didn't feel as if much had changed about his life. He was still doing the same thing day in and day out - waking up, exercising, going to work, making dinner, going for a walk on the beach, watching some streams, then going to bed. It had been about two months of that already, and it was getting a bit…tedious. Part of him wanted something to break up the monotony, to give him something new to do or think about. Another part of him liked the peace and routine…but it was only a small part of him. His friends online were still talking about all the fun holiday things they were doing, and that used to be Trysten. Not this year…but maybe he could do something to try and change things up a bit.

Almost as if on cue, his phone pinged with a notification. It was enough to break the strange trance of a hole Trysten found himself in as he absent-mindedly took his phone out of his pocket and looked to see who it was. Strangely enough, it wasn't someone he was expecting. “Why is Kaevon messaging me?" He hummed idly to himself, quickly typing in his password before reading the message. It was…short, to say the least. Very short.

• Hey Paco, hope this helps shakes things up enough -

There was also a certain sticker of Kaevon's that started with a 'C' and ended with 'loaca' that he loved spamming, making Trysten smile before tapping on the attachment. It was labeled 'TFMas,' making Trysten think it was a story to help him get a bit more in the Christmas mood. He quickly realized as the file size looked to be absolutely enormous that it was something else…definitely not a story and definitely not a picture. When he read the file type, it looked like it was a .wav file that Kaevon hadn't bothered to compress. This was more than enough to make Trysten raise a brow, trying to open the file but realizing it still wasn't finished downloading. “That's odd…" He whispered to himself, looking around to make sure he was still alone on the beach. No one else was around for at least a mile he estimated with no basis to go off of, shifting his weight to another foot before his phone buzzed and dinged again. The file was downloaded at last, Trysten rolling his eyes with a soft breathy laugh before immediately opening it. The file opened up a different program in his phone, one that he didn't remember was installed but had used once or twice when he bought it. It was an old and out of date media player, actually crackling as the file opened and started to play. “...did Kaevon actually record the static on the fi-"

• Hey Paco! I saw your last journal and I'm glad the move went well. I'm guessing you're probably on the beach right now too, yeah? Well…good! Figured you could use a pick-me-up since you're basically doing Christmas in July. Not exactly the most holiday themed thing, buuuuut I think you'll still get a kick out of it. Have a happy holidays, alright? Oh, and make sure you're not wearing a watch. -

The message was definitely Kaevon's voice, but after he was done speaking, there was just empty air. Trysten stared at his phone, ready to close the file until he saw there was another half an hour of recording to go. “What the…" His confusion was understandable considering nothing was playing, but the file hadn't paused. “...is it corrupted or something? Maybe I ca-"

Before Trysten had a chance to think of anything else, there was a strange almost squealing noise that sounded like a cross between a bird clicking and a man screaming. Trysten would've been just confused, but he dropped his phone and let out a yelp of pain as a jolt of electricity shocked him. His phone landed with a dull thud in the sand, the volume immediately going to max and beyond as the screeching chittering echoed all across the beach. Trysten covered his ears, trying to ignore the odd and confusing noise before he stumbled, lost his balance, and fell on his rear into the tide. As if that weren't enough, it seemed like the slight jolt of electricity hadn't faded as it suddenly coursed through his entire body the second he hit the water. For a split second, his vision blanked out before it was perfectly clear again. He sat down in the water, panting as he looked around in confusion with only that screeching noise to keep him company in this awkward and strange situation.

“Was…" He stammered, staring at his phone as the noises continued unabated. “...was that intentional?" There was a tone of disbelief in his voice, almost suspecting that the file Kaevon sent was somehow supposed to overload his phone like that. “If so…that's a really weird prank I guess. And-" Trysten tried to get up, shifting his weight to stand before he wavered awkwardly in the air and fell down to all fours. For a moment, he couldn't comprehend what was happening. His hands and knees were in the water, the seafoam washing up on the beach as his sandals were already lost to the surf. He looked down at his reflection in the water, seeing an image of himself staring back that looked somewhat…off. He blinked a few times, leaning in closer before pulling his hand out of the water to rub at his nose. Something about it looked off. He didn't bump into anything…and he wasn't allergic to anything at the beach as far as he was aware. But for some reason, he couldn't help but notice that his nose looked a bit swollen. And even more concerning? It looked like it was bruised.

The skin between his eyes and down toward his cheeks was looking dark, puffing out a bit as if he was hit with something hard. Though he had fallen, there was absolutely no contact made between Trysten and the beach. Only his hands and knees had touched down…which were also starting to feel a bit sore. His joints were feeling a bit stiff, looking down at his hand as that was swelling up, too. And his leg. And his stomach? In fact, his whole body was feeling a bit larger…bulkier…sorer…warmer? Again Trysten tried to stand up and again he fell down in the water, grunting as a sharp pinprick of pain struck in the middle of his spine. He grit his teeth together and curled his fingers into the sand, breathing heavily as more of that dark bruising spread down his face. He felt weirdly bloated…stiff and lightheaded as something beyond his comprehension was happening. Another look at his reflection in the water showed that the bruising wasn't a bruise at all. No, it was something different. And as he ran his hand down the bridge of his nose, he realized that it was pushing out, rounding, flattening…

…and shifting to a smooth, black texture.

Trysten gasped at the feeling, falling backwards with another cry of tight pain in his spine as his clothes were squeezing tight around his growing body. The black was spreading all along his face while his hips stretched his pants to the fullest. Not only that, but the heat kept shifting through his body as he gasped and panted in confusion. There was something else going on that he couldn't understand in that he was…hard? But also felt different. His shaft pulsed against his already strained pants, but it didn't feel quite as stiff. It was somehow curved just a touch as it grew out against his shorts more and more. The khaki fabric along the sides of his short stretched and tore in a jagged line, jock already shredded to pieces as he struggled to tilt his head and get the first look at his body. His eyes went wide as he saw his shaft…and didn't see his sac. It was shifting back into his body, no longer visible as his length had grown abnormally large…and strangely smooth. Tapered. Pink. He had no time to think about that more as it throbbed heavily, making him cry out with a noise he'd never heard before. It was a chittering squeal almost like what he heard from the message on his phone. And as that black spread further along his body, he realized that he couldn't move his legs.

His thighs had pulled together, muscles cramping as his legs were becoming indistinguishable. His feet pulled together as well, body still growing at an alarming rate as the black shifted to a smooth white all down his chest. Most of his defining features were quickly changing - his pecs, waist, shoulders, everything that marked him as human was smoothing, rounding, growing. He grunted and struggled, splashing water everywhere as his clothes were quickly shredding to pieces while his body got larger with every passing moment. He couldn't wrap his head around the feeling, eyes wide as his head plunged under the water. There was a moment of panic as his mouth opened wide, bubbles escaping as his head grew and rounded…but he was still able to breathe. He even took in a deep breath, the feeling incomprehensible as he lost the use of his arms. They pulled in toward his body while his hands grew and fused together. But still, he couldn't shake the confusion of his breathing. His lungs expanded as he drank in a deeper breath than he'd ever felt in his life.

Through his neck.

A blowhole had grown in as Trysten realized what was happening. The black and white smooth skin, the fusing of his legs. The growth…he was changing! His whole body was shifting! His eyes shone with excitement as he gasped, hips widening as he felt his shaft twitching in a way he'd never felt before. The blood pulsed through his limbs as his feet stretched out into a tail fin, Trysten's spine readjusting as he could no longer look down at himself. But he could feel it…oh how he could feel it. His whole body was one growing mass, the slick black and white skin spreading further as his arousal grew more and more. He felt so weirdly in need…but not stiff, no. Something about how his length grew out, thickened, tapered…it was something he couldn't possibly explain as a slit wrapped around the base of his new need. But even with his length twitching and throbbing, something wasn't right. The sea…he needed to get further in. His body was already taking on the shape and size of a whale's and if he didn't completely get into the water? He'd be trapped on the beach.

His heart pounded as he wiggled and writhed, less dextrous hands pounding against the beach floor as his body continued to grow and round out. Each pull of his body along the sand was another sensation of his long, slender shaft rubbing and stroking as he went. His body shivered, the pleasure building every time his shifting fins pulled him further into the water. His voice was deeper as he grunted and struggled to form words. His face had rounded out almost completely, neck bulking up as the rest of his body continued to build in size. The black and smooth skin shone in the bright sunlight as Trysten panted and rumbled in a strange cacophony of new noises. His body kept shivering as his new instincts were kicking in. They just built his pleasure higher and higher as he continued to pull himself out toward the sea. He wasn't even doing it intentionally, but his mind urged him further and further out. And through it all, he couldn't help but think about how unbelievably aroused he was.

There was a strange feeling of excitement as his shaft continued to grow larger, his body taking on more of that whale-like size while the white spread along his underbelly. The majority of his body was fully covered by water, and his maw hung open in a half moan half growling roar of a rumble. His fins fully formed, tail thumping and propelling him off of the beach floor as his full body submerged in the water. His blowhole shot water out into the air, fin growing up above the surface as there was no more land to walk on. No more human world to interact with. And despite the pleasure and how unbelievably hard he was, there was a sinking thought that he couldn't shake. He was still gaining weight. He was still growing larger. He was the size of a literal whale with the sexual needs of an increasingly horny Trysten. He had a home. He had a job. He had friends. How was he going to go back to any of that? COULD he go back to any of that?? As his entire body shook, he let out another bellow of a moan as his instincts were pushing him to care less and less with each passing moment. His shaft twitched and pulsed up against his body, both of them getting larger and thicker and needier. Trysten opened his maw to cry out, hearing nothing but rumbling deep squeals that echoed in the deep blue surrounding him. His body. It was so hot. It was so tight. It was so…everything. He couldn't fight back the wild instincts screaming at him to push himself over that edge, body growing heavier and larger as he twitched and throbbed from his slit. He couldn't comprehend his new anatomy, but he didn't want to. He only wanted one thing. And as he shivered. As he twitched. As he cried out. As he shuddered at the thought of leaving his life behind. He wriggled around in the water as everything released all at once.

Trysten had never experienced a climax underwater like this, his body shifting around and arching as he didn't know where to thrust. That long, slender shaft pulsed and twitched as a large cloud of foggy white spread through the otherwise unbroken blue depths, Trysten crying out in noises he couldn't recognize as his deep calls vibrated the water around him. Every inch of his new black and white spotted body tensed and relaxed, muscles constricting as he pumped more and more of his orgasm into the sea. It was like a constant sensation of falling and floating, the pleasure taking over every single one of his senses as he let his thoughts drift. It was a pleasure that he couldn't possibly describe. The words escaped him, even in his lust-addled mind amidst the instincts and the need. It lasted for longer than he was used to, his larger body creating a longer orgasm while he tried to suck in a deep breath…before he realized he was underwater. His head was spinning, not panicked in the slightest as he propelled himself toward the surface and took in a long, deep breath through his blowhole. He shot another load of his need into the water, breaking the surface as his large body rode out the last of that unbelievable need.

He did the equivalent of panting while he rested just above the water, fins instinctively keeping him afloat. He rumbled and searched his mind for what exactly happened, remembering very little about the strange whale call that played from his phone. That had to be it. The file that Kaevon sent! He said something about helping him celebrate the holidays in warmer weather. And…now he was an orca? It certainly was a non-traditional way to celebrate Christmas…but so was everything about his move. He looked around the ocean surrounding him, seeing solid land in the distance as worries and questions swam through his mind. He couldn't work like this! He couldn't pay rent like this! He couldn't…

…have responsibilities like this.

Trysten blinked and paused for a moment, thinking toward the utility of the 'present' he was gifted. It was incredibly inconvenient as a human to do all his holiday shopping as a whale. But…as his maw stretched into a smile and he shot a long jet of water up in the air, he came to a realization that he's still working through to this day.

No longer being human might be the greatest Christmas gift of all!

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