Swim Team Blues
A young gay college student pining for the affections of the bisexual swim team captain gets his wish after they all begin mysteriously turning into fish.
A piece of nearly-plotless gay TF smut with few if any redeeming characteristics. Enjoy!
In retrospect, it was a mistake to build the marine biology lab right next to the swimming pool.
I mean, sure, on paper it looked great. All of the big and expensive water pumping and recycling infrastructure could all be consolidated into one centralized location, saving a bundle of money for the university. The problem came from the fact that when all of that waste water was being oh-so efficiently processed, it sometimes didn't get a hundred percent clean. When that happened, the mostly-but-not-quite purified water from the lab's runoff sometimes got routed into the pool, or its associated showers and Jacuzzis.
Not a big deal, right? Well, for fourteen months it seemed to work pretty well. But then one day...
I remember it with almost perfect clarity, as you might imagine. When something as drastic as- well, you'll see what- happens to you, it's not the sort of thing you're liable to forget. That cold January evening, I had been doing some laps in the pool in lieu of my usual running. I was a pretty avid runner, but even I was hesitant about going out running in temperatures that could freeze beer solid in your car trunk (that actually happened to me last week, no fun).
I was just getting out of the pool to make way for the guy's swim team, trying not to be too obvious about checking out their sleek, Speedo-clad bodies as I made my way to the showers when a long, lanky arm grabbed my shoulder. It belonged to Mark, the swim team captain and my (male, attractive, unfortunately straight) roommate's brother. One evening after a few too many (or just enough?) five-dollar AMF's at our favorite bar, my roommate let me on to the little secret that Mark was bisexual. Ever since, I'd been entertaining terrible and vivid fantasies about what I'd like to do to his lean, hairless body... or have him to do me.
"Hey!" He said, breaking me out of my gawking trance. I tried to keep my eyes away from his muscled, perfectly shaped abs or his black and white Speedo that left absolutely *nothing* to the imagination. "When are you going to join the team? I've been watching you swim for a few days now, and you're not that bad. You could probably do well."
Oh, god! He wanted *me* on his team? I mean, never mind that my dirty mind was trying to interpret his offer in a completely non-platonic fashion or that I was only supposed to be swimming to keep in shape until the cold passed, I was ready to say yes right then and there. I don't know; it's hard for me to think straight when six feet of cute, bare, muscled man-flesh are staring me right in the face.
"Sur... ah... may-maybes! I mean, maybe!" I said, stumbling over my words like a six year old trying to read Ulysses out loud. "I'm a track though. I mean, I do track. Already."
"Track is good, too. Give swimming a chance sometime, though. You might like it." Mark said, giving me a leading smile. Actually... was it a leading smile, or did I want to see a leading smile?
I smiled back at him anyway, trying to recover my composure. Focus! Don't act like a moron! You are smart, you're cool; you can do this!
"Maybe. Maybe we should get drinks sometime, talk about it?" I said, trying to sound relaxed .
He gave me a bemused smile, but didn't say anything. Had I been too direct? Too awkward? Crestfallen, I gave him an awkward wave goodbye and started towards the showers.
Before I took two steps forward, however, I felt a hand give my ass a firm pat. I shuddered at the surprising but welcome touch, but before I could turn around to say anything to Mark he dove into the water. Mark went through the surface of the water like an arrow, barely splashing at all. Then, he swam nearly the length of the pool before surfacing for air, joining his team in their warm-up laps. I stood there watching them for a few more minutes, my brain feeling fuzzy and a goofy smile fixed on my face from that simple touch. I didn't actually start to make my way to the locker room until I realized that my swimsuit boner stood out like a Bald Eagle in a birdbath and I was getting a few weird looks from people.
Anyway, I was having trouble walking straight from all of the Mark-fantasies forming in my mind as I walked into the locker room and retrieved my backpack. Ah, I could picture it perfectly. I was going to get Mark's phone number from his brother even if it took waterboarding the poor bastard, and then I was going to ask him out. Go out for pizza and beer some night, get to talking about school and sports and video games... take him back to the apartment or go to his... maybe share a kiss or two under the streetlights as we walk through the cold night, close together for warmth, tasting the pizza sauce in his mouth mixed with his own natural flavors... then warming up each other under the covers of a soft bed, playing with his short, shaven pubic hair and kissing his bare chest...
Er... so, yeah. If you're wondering why it took me so long to notice what was happening to me and the others in the pool, the answer is Mark.
It was only when I got into the showers that I noticed that something wasn't quite right. Before I could so much as turn on the water and start work on cleaning the chlorine from my waterlogged skin, I noticed a pair of boys in the corner of the shower room were looking a little bit... what is the right word... fuzzy?
No, seriously. Fuzzy.
I don't mean fuzzy as in chin stubble and chest hair, I mean fuzzy as in a very fine coating of fur-like hair was growing in over their entire naked bodies. They were panicking (a reasonable thing to do given the circumstances, I guess) and whispering to each other, unsure of what to do. They didn't even notice me come in. I just stood there and watched the whole thing go down, completely frozen in astonishment. It was unreal, like watching a car crash or a natural disaster; the type of event that can be right front of you and yet impossible to believe at the same time.
At first, you could have simply assumed the two guys were normal if hirsute men, but before my eyes they changed. Their skin warped and quivered, the hair on it growing longer and thicker and spreading across their wet bodies from every droplet of water on them. Less than a minute after I walked in, their crotches and backsides were covered in thickening, bristly brown fur, and small tail nubs were starting to form above their furry asses. Their hands were quickly turning into webbed paws, and their faces were elongating into pointed muzzles. Then, by the time the boys had their whiskers, a different sort of change started to come over them...
I don't know if it was animal instincts overwhelming human reason or if the guys were already lovers and found the moment irresistable, but they were soon on the shower floor together. They splashed around in the pool of warm water that had accumulated there, rolling around in the water as they kissed each other. Their fur grew in thicker and longer and their tails grew out further and further, but they hardly seemed to care. Suddenly, I noticed I was standing barefoot in that very same water as the newly-changed otter boys...
At that point, I came out of my stupor and started to slowly back out of the shower room. Or, rather, I tried to; my feet weren't working right. They didn't want to go up and down and they didn't want to move separately. When I tried to take a step backward I stumbled and fell to the ground. Fortunately, I was able to arrest my fall somewhat by holding onto one of the shower spigots. Unfortunately, I turned it on in the process. A burst of warm water from the showerhead above me landed on my legs and chest, and immediately I felt my skin start to burn and itch. That was the moment when I realized that I was well and truly screwed, although the specifics still escaped me.
My feet were turning a dark gray color as I scooted myself away from the stream of warm water, but I was feeling strangely calm. I could feel them, changing and growing and flattening; I could feel my toetips meld into my feet and the rest of my skin hardening all over me. Despite this, the most pressing question in my mind was what type of creature I was becoming, not the causes or consequences. It's funny to think back on it now, but the only way to deal with a situation as bizarre as watching yourself transform into something new and possibly scary is not to overthink it.
I wiggled my toes as they disappeared, until I could wiggle them no longer. The otters in the corner were screwing each other silly, almost as oblivious of me as I was of them. I felt like giggling. The whole situation struck me as incredibly funny.
Part of it had to be whatever was in the water. The more of it that soaked into my skin, the less I cared about what was happening to me. Everything felt so... surreal. It was like being drunk, except that sensations felt sharper instead of duller. I could feel the droplets of water on my body well enough to count them, could smell the mix of wet fur and male sex the otter boys were giving off even though the humidity and flowing water of the showers. I turned for a second to watch them.
The flexible furries were rolling around, splashing water everywhere as they sixty-nined. Their muzzles were working each over so furiously it could easily have been mistaken for wrestling or fighting if you weren't close enough to the action. But I was, and it was glorious. If my feet had been working properly, I might even have joined them.
Creeping, crawling, quickening changes were working their way up my legs. They never really fell asleep or went numb; I could feel every part of my body perfectly as it reformed underneath my skin. My legs felt awkward and out of place, as if they were backwards or two parts of something that was supposed to be one. I had a sneaking suspicion that- unlike my mammalian acquaintances busy with each other's dangly bits- I was destined for a different kingdom of species altogether. My feet weren't feet anymore; they were flat, half-formed fins. I couldn't even feel the bones where my toes used to be.
My legs wanted to be next to each other, like they were trying to merge. I briefly wondered what would happen if I left my swimsuit on, but quickly decided that was a question someone else would have to answer. The artificial material felt like it was unnecessary anyway, somehow coarse.
I pulled off my trunks and tossed them across the showers, then dragged myself closer to the pleasantly hot stream of water in front of me. I let it rain down on my legs and over my changing feet, let it flow down my back and across my chest. Everywhere it touched, a burning tingle- like sexual arousal mixed with an electric current- penetrated deep into my skin. I scooped up a handful of water, and poured it over my penis; the feeling was indescribably pleasurable. I was already hard from my encounter with Mark and listening to the otters, but this was something else entirely. Soon, I was frantically splashing my member with water, every fresh wave rolling over it feeling better than the last. My leg and pubic hair started to fall out in great clumps before being washed down the drain, and I saw the skin on my crotch turn a dark gray.
Before long, it wasn't much like skin anymore. It was slick and rubbery, but the surface was getting firmer and coarser by the second. I needed more water, more of that nerve-tingling liquid electricity. Unfortunately, I had to stop splashing myself; I was distracted from the feeling my legs gave off as they began merging together. Keeping them apart felt wrong; I didn't even try and resist it. I pressed my legs tightly together like my body wanted, and they stuck together and began to change instantly. It happened so quickly I could hardly believe it; one second I had two oddly-shaped legs topped with half-fin feet, and the next I had a single, changing mass of lower body tipped by a large fin.
I could feel bone and muscle churn and reform and change inside what used to be my legs, reshaping into a single coherent structure that was- without a shadow of a doubt- a tail. It was long and gray and getting longer still, only a few patchy holdouts of unchanged skin left on it.
A tail.
Huh.
I wiggled it a bit, trying to use it the way that it felt like it should work. It worked.
It didn't work very well- it was clearly more suited for swimming than flopping about- but it worked. I writhed around on the wet tiles of the floor, trying to crawl my way back toward the pool on my stomach. As I did so, I could feel more fin-like structures start to grow out from my aquatic lower body, my internal organs shifting with them. It was incredibly hard to move; every few inches that I managed to flop or crawl forward, I had to stop for another wrenching change inside my tail structure. My member was still hard and rubbing across the tiles as I crawled forward, but my testicles had pulled themselves inside my body and my anus had relocated itself to my front side. My stomach and fin-tips had turned an albino-white color, but the rest of my lower body was totally gray.
I had almost reached the exit to the locker room proper, but I could feel the changes still creeping their way up past my waist and into my fingertips. My nails were growing into my hands, and the very tip of my digits had begun to turn white as well. It made me begin wondering if I was going to still have arms and lungs much longer. Worse, my whole skeleton was beginning to feel like thick jelly, dissolving into something softer and more flexible with every movement I made. It was an incredibly drastic transformation; I collapsed on the shower floor, pinned down by my own weight.
"Mhhhrgh!"
"Ommmfh!"
Two inhuman, growling cries echoed in the showers behind me.
The otters had climaxed together, loudly moaning into each other's fur as they did so. I stopped, listening to them suck on each other and lick their fully-grown fur. They were whispering to each other, but I couldn't hear their words.
"Hey... can I get a little help?" I croaked out, my mouth feeling incredibly dry. I hoped they could hear my low voice over the din of the showers.
There was a brief commotion; I guess the two of them were so busy with their own changes (and each other) they didn't even notice me earlier. I heard the sound of wet footpaws splashing through water, and then the two bipedal mustelids appeared above me.
"Holy crap! He's turning into a... a... what?" One of them said.
"I think a shark." The other one said. "We better get him into the water. Hey stranger, you need some help?"
"Yeah, think so." I said gratefully, my voice raspy. I felt like I could drink my body weight in water.
The two furry mammals picked me up by my shoulders and tail and started to carry me out towards the pool. Their webbed, fuzzy paws felt good on my skin; like really fine gloves. I wasn't sure what to expect: what was everyone going to think of us? What was *Mark* going to think? My stomach twisted in knots, but the strange and drug-like calmness kept the worst of it at bay as my new friends carried my bulky body out toward the pool.
"Any idea what the hell is happening to us?" I asked the otters as we approached the pool.
"No idea. Crazy, huh?" The one carrying my tail said. His muzzle was still stained with his partner's cum; every so often his tongue would dart out and lick some more out of his facefur. The calm, the fun, the pleasure was contagious. I still had a mostly-human hard-on, and watching him clean his face certainly wasn't helping it go away.
We approached the pool proper. I heard the otters carrying me gasp before I saw the sight myself. Everyone in and around the pool was already changing as well.
Well, on the plus side I didn't have anything awkward to explain to the swim team they wouldn't understand.
None of them were as far along as me or fully transformed like the helpful otters, but the signs were unmistakable. I guess it made sense; the Olympic-sized swimming pool probably diluted the effect of the contaminated water, slowing the speed of the changes down to a crawl. As I was carried closer to the pool's edge, I could see an incredible menagerie of aquatic life and human forms melted together. Some of the swimmers sported dolphin or orca tails that had grown right through the back of their swimsuits, while others like me had shark tails in place of their legs. The most common traits of the transformed were those of dolphins, but I saw everything from eels to manta rays, octopi to seals. Some of them looked horrified at their changes, but thought better of leaving the water. Others were swimming around, utterly enthralled with their aquatic adaptations. A few were exploring each other in a more... carnal fashion, above water and below it.
"On three?" One of my otter pals asked me, his paws searching for a good grip to throw me in with. The surface of my skin was slick, but there were hard and coarse textures beginning to develop just underneath.
"Okay!" I said, excited to finally get into the water. My tail was twitching in anticipation.
" One... two... three!" They said in synch, tossing me in. I fell into the water with a hard, graceless belly flop, but my thick skin didn't feel a bit of pain when I hit the water's surface. The crushing weight and dryless that had been killing me on land were gone, replaced by an immense feeling of relief and freedom.
It took less than a dozen full strokes of my new white-tipped tail to send me clear to the other side of the pool; I could cut through the water like a bullet. I think I was faster than anyone else in the pool, certainly faster than the people who still had legs. Right as I reached the edge of the pool, I did an effortless flip underwater and swam back to the other side, covering the distance again in seconds. The Olpymic-sized pool felt tiny, but swimming felt so good I couldn't stop. Every lap I did, every swish of my tail made my transforming body feel that much better. My hands felt flat and boneless now, hydrodynamic shapes that looked like fins. Thankfully, I could still move each finger individually when I wanted to. It was hard to spread them out while swimming- like holding your hand out of a car on the freeway- but when I reached the end of the pool again I was easily able to grip the edge as if I still had normal fingers. I had been afraid of how far the change would go; I was glad that I was going to at least be able to hold things when it finished.
I paused to catch my breath on the side of the pool, having gone three full laps without one. Next to me two girls sporting shark tails like mine were hugging each other close, doing something under the water that made their forming fins shake and shudder. One of my otter friends had been wrapped up tightly by a boy that looked part sea snake, the two very different creatures kissing each other as the second otter's muzzle poked into the snake's genital slit. Dolphin boys and girls were entwined with one another, seal people kissed in the hot tubs, and myriad other couplings took place in every corner of the pool.
Despite the sexual energy saturating the waters, I found myself more focused on my new swimming abilities than anything else. It was unreal; I could swim far faster than any human athlete possibly could, and it was about as strenuous as an evening jog. I was only beginning to felt the smallest, least bit tired after eight full laps. I could easily have swum all night long. I probably would have too, but a rubbery, black hand grabbed onto my tail right as I was about to start my ninth lap. I turned to see who was playing with me, only to find to my astonishment it was Mark.
He was almost fully transformed into a half-orca, but still more human than me. He still had his arms and legs, although a thin, webbed membrane had formed between his digits. His slick, black-and-white skin blended almost perfectly with his Speedo, which was tented in the front and torn in the back from his tail. The orca-tail had grown straight through the back of his swimsuit; it sent rippling waves out around us as Mark swished it back and forth in the water.
"Hey, Mark!" I started to say, rubbing the sides of his dorsal fin tenderly. I could feel my own growing in behind me, little more than a bumpy patch of skin for now. "Nice fin."
"Hey!" He said to me, a bit of red blush showing up in his pale cheeks as I touched his newly-grown dorsal fin and fluke. "Sorry I didn't say anything earlier. I was a little nervous..."
"It's okay!" I said back, wondering what the hell he was talking about. I thought *I* had been the nervous one?
"It's just that... I've never really dated another guy before, only girls. I woulda said something more, but I didn't have any idea where to start." He said, averting his eyes. His fluke splashed around in the water in anxious, desultory jerks that I found oddly endearing. "I don't suppose you'd still want to date a freak of nature, would you?"
"I think you're beautiful! Besides, I'd probably still date you if you had turned into a crab." I said, smiling. I moved closer toward him with deft flicks of my tail. "Besides, I'm less human than you, and I'm still not done changing..."
"Hah! True. I can't believe how... I mean, it's funny I found it so fuckin' hard to do!" He said, laughing. "Somehow I don't think my ambiguous sexual orientation is going to be the memorable thing about me."
"I don't think it ever was." I said back, resting one of my cartilage-formed hands on the top of his tail.
"Maybe. Fuck it." Mark said. He closed his eyes, and his great cetacean muzzle began to make its way toward my mostly-human maw. Our mouths met in a big, sloppy kiss; his broad and powerful tongue forcing its way deep into my mine. I let him take the initiative, feeling my own mouth and jaw start to elongate as I kissed him back. My teeth shrunk into my gums as we did so, only to re-emerge later much sharper and more numerous. All the rest of my hair fell out, drifting away on the choppy pool waters.
Something slippery started to press against my back, and then I noticed a brown-green tail wind itself around Mark's back. One of his former teammates- an anthropomorphic eel- was wrapping us up tightly in his snakelike length. His pointed head slid between ours, a few stray strands of hair and a human nose on his developing muzzle. The three of us kissed, toothy and pointed maws awkwardly bumping against each other as we tried to get used to our still-changing bodies. It required careful experimentation- especially for me, with my flesh-rending teeth- but it was so erotic that words fail me. Every few seconds it seemed that part of your body or theirs was different in some way; new possibilities and sensations proliferated seemingly without end. I finally felt my dorsal fin finish growing in as we finished making out. When I twisted my flexible neck around to look at it, I saw that it had the same white coloring at the tips that my fins did.
I looked down, feeling my erection pressed tight against Mark's from the eel-boy's constriction. Both our members looked mostly human still, albeit much slicker and rubbery.
"Wanna do it?" I asked him, all pretense and forbearance discarded.
"Yeah." He said back, smiling. He planted great, broad licks across my neck- where I could feel my gills forming- and a fuzzy mix of love and lust removed any last reservations I might have had about fucking him silly right in the middle of the pool.
"You two lovers don't mind if I stay with you, right?" The eel-boy asked us, muzzle sandwiched between our chests. Not too surprisingly, we both gave him approving smiles and licks.
Using my hands and the weird fins on the lower half of my tail, I positioned myself under Mark's tail. He moved his legs out of the way to assist me, wrapping them around my back. When I had finally found my target, I pressed my hard, slick erection against his tail-hole and slowly, gently began to work it inside him. His big eyes shut tight from discomfort, before he took in a sharp gasp of breath and let it out in a pleasured moan. The eel-boy wrapped around us was busy with his own work; I felt something brush against the lower front of my tail, and then Mark's eyes shot wide open in surprise. I've never been deepthroated by an anthropomorphic eel before, but judging by his reaction it looked like a lot of fun. I ground my cock around inside Mark's tight, slick ass, grinning as his muzzle contorted in a combination of sexual pleasure and mild discomfort. Despite the eel wrapped around us and the fins and tails crowding around us from other mating couples (and threesomes... and foursomes), it was pretty easy to thrust into him. My tail could generate so much force in such little distance; it only took a careful, guided flick to pound his tail-hole with my entire length.
Our entwined, mating bodies started to sink lower and lower, towards the bottom of the pool. Mark was holding his breath, totally unperturbed by his inability to breathe while the eel and I were making good use of our new gills. It took real effort to make them work, but once my body got the hang of it they started to operate on their own. Breathing water- water!- as easily as air amazed me more than anything else. I could hardly believe it was happening, and yet with every 'breath' I took with my new anatomical structure, I felt life-giving oxygen find its way into my blood. Even though I had lost my legs some time ago and I felt my lungs were still in me (albeit it smaller and weaker), it was only at that moment was when I realized I was no longer a land-dweller.
The scary part? I liked it.
After only a few seconds to adjust, I resumed my thrusting into Mark, slamming his tail into the bottom of the pool as I did so. His ass was so hot and slick and tight; the preseed and pool water being pumped into it only making it feel better. He was giving me a goofy, pleasured smile, his eyes rhythmically opening and closing every time my tail propelled me deeper into his depths. The eel still sucking on his member must have redoubled his efforts, because I saw Mark shudder and shake, trying to buck himself harder against me and the other boy. One of his hands slid down his chest and held my boneless but firm fin-hand in a deathgrip. I held it reassuringly, trying to let my body language convey the feelings I felt but couldn't speak to the orca-boy under me. The eel boy around us continued his serpentine maneuvering, as if searching for something...
I sped up my thrusting, feeling my member rock against the hard nub of Mark's prostate. My climax and his started to build together, our bodies pressed so tightly together we could feel every one of each other's heartbeats...
Suddenly, the eel wrapped around us shoved his cock into my anal passage. Apparently, he had been trying to position himself against me that whole time. The unexpected penetration was rough, deep, and set off my cock like a switch. I gasped out, my lungs filling up with water as I pumped my sharkseed into Mark's firm, throbbing ass. The hot, gooey cum forcing itself up his tailhole made Mark cum into the maw of the eel latched onto his own member, and then a half-second later eel spewed his thick seed into my tail-hole. It was one of the longest and most powerful orgasms of my life, and I got to share it with two other beautiful anthros. For a few sweet moments of utter bliss, we continued to wrap our bodies tighter together, enjoying the hot and sticky fluids leaking out of our holes before they began to settle inside us or drift off into the water.
The three of us kissed, remaining underwater for the moment. We barely looked human anymore, but I was having a hard time caring.
What happened after that? Well, that's a story for another day, but I'll say this much: Mark and I are still happily dating.