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As she surged effortlessly through the pool, Sinita René felt more glorious than she ever had before in her life. Nothing held as much importance to her now as being able to swim and experience the addicting feeling of intense exhilaration. It was all thanks to in her new suit, though since she even attempted to remove it, it had started feeling her new _skin_than anything else worn.

A second skin.

She dimly recollected that it had frightened her at first, discovering back at the university pool that she had been unable to remove the exotic swimsuit. It had scared her even more when she had suddenly sprouted a dorsal fin and a long finned tail. Then her terror had been complete when the bi-coloured members had suddenly appeared between her thighs, seemingly growing out of the suit itself, just like the fin and tail. Now though, she was accustomed and accepting of it all, even welcoming of it. The swimsuit accentuated her athletic physique, clinging to every muscular contour. She also no longer felt the initially disconcerting and uncomfortable feeling of having something long and hard wedged permanently between her intimate lips. She really didn't feel_anything_ at all there now, except when the red and blue members were touched, stroked, or stiffened in response to her frequent feelings of arousal. She had learned to compensate for the tail as it flexed and dragged behind her, but she felt it should be more useful to her somehow. She hated coming up for breath too, feeling betrayed by her need for air; Sinita dearly wished she could just remain within the water at all times.

Just like a real shark.

It wasn't the first time she'd had that thought, nor would it be the last. The unusual feeling of sexual desire welling up within her each time she thought about being such a majestic, predatory creature thrilled her. As she wallowed in the fantasy yet again, Sinita closed her eyes as she spiralled through the water and rose to the surface. As she gasped for breath, her mind was now filled with images of herself as a glorious red and blue anthropomorphic mix of human and shark. One that was agile and deadly--a true predator of the sea. That the dangerous reputation of the sharks was in actuality mere fantasy rather than hard fact did not matter. The technomagical parasitic influence of the suit filled her head with such visions anyway and imprinted the desire to attain such characteristics into her mind.

Doctor Hans Sirocco of the IT&M Special Projects Division nodded in satisfaction as he watched a monitor video feed of Operation Mako's 'Subject Alpha' as she broke the surface of the expansive facility pool. Water streamed from her shoulder-length, raven-black hair and glossy upper torso; he tapped his stubble-covered chin thoughtfully with the tip of a stylus wand. A sardonic smile twisted his lips as he focused in on her face. An expression of purest ecstasy was lain bare upon it--they had chosen their test-subject well. Sinita René had already responded better than expected to the mental and physical impulses generated by the 'living latex' swimsuit, and this was even before the final stage of her transformation. She had even started forgetting just how she had come to be here at the research facility to begin with, so intoxicated was she by the sensations and impulses that the suit given form and life by the union of science and magic, just one result of the technomagical revolution sweeping the world, was flooding her with. The 'Siren Shark' project, under the codename of 'Operation Mako' had so far been a stunning success. Sirocco's team had gathered both valuable data regarding the efficacy of the sexual frenzy-inducing aphrodisiac produced by her hermaphroditic members, and new test subjects for the next stage of Subject Alpha's development.

As he tapped at the screen with the tip of the wand and dragged the stylised icon representing Subject Alpha from Holding Pool #1 to the Reprogramming Chamber and scheduled her initial session for 14:30, the doctor's keen, twisted mind was already considering the myriad possibilities for the soon-to-be latex anthro shark, once said development was concluded to the satisfaction of his immediate superior, known only to he and others as Queen.

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Sinita thrashed about, distressed and furious, as she was forcefully pushed down and strapped into an ominous looking black chair.

"I...water...want to swim...SWIM_!_"

The dull ache and feelings of discomfort she was beginning to experience when the divers had suddenly manhandled her out of the water against her will--all part of the conditioning process--had worsened into a painful need_to once again be submerged in water. Where she would once again enjoy cool liquid caressing against her skin--her _true skin. She hated how the pale and dull human skin not covered by the suit would wrinkle if she remained too long within the water, often in a painful fashion with prolonged submersion, unlike the sleek suit skin that remained as vibrant and smooth as it ever had been.

To Sinita, it was beauty incarnate.

"Calm down, Sinita. We will return you to the pool as soon as we complete our examinations," the amplified and heavily-accented voice of Doctor Sirocco crackled out of the speaker mounted on the featureless white wall in front of her, nestled between the cameras directed toward her. "We just want to make sure you have remained healthy during your recovery so we may soon send you home." He had continued to maintain the fiction that she had been taken to a medical institute for treatment even though she had long since stopped asking questions about just_where_ she was.

"Just...want to...want to...swim...nothing else..."

Within his office, Sirocco made a mental note to investigate the phenomenon further as he watched the readings from Subject Alpha spike again as she began to writhe, displaying all the behaviour of a drug addict caught in the throes of withdrawal. Whether she had a naturally addictive personality, he was unsure, or if this was just an unexpected side-effect from the exposure to the suit--one he could use to his advantage. He leaned forward and touched the transmit button.

"Yes, we know you do, Sinita. Remain still and we will both return you to the water, _and_give you something that'll make swimming an even _more_pleasurable activity for you."

Now t_hat_ caught her attention. He smiled as she stiffened as soon as the promise sank in and was accepted. Then she forcibly relaxed, panting heavily and jaw muscles twitching as she struggled to control the roiling addiction and battle for control going on within her.

"Much better. Now, you wish to become a shark, yes?"

He zoomed in on her face and watched with a satisfied twinkle in his eyes as theatrical shock and incomprehension was forced there in response to his admittedly unconventional question.

"W-What? No! What kind of que-"

"ANSWER THE QUESTION TRUTHFULLY!"

He cut her short, raising the volume on the audio pickup to startle her into giving him the answer he knew to be true. Sinita opened and closed her mouth a few times, flushing hotly as she looked away, seemingly embarrassed before she answered in a low whisper, barely audible.

"...y-yes..."

Sirocco grunted in satisfaction as his fingers danced across the screen and keyboard, engaging the final stage of Operation Mako. He was 100% convinced she was mentally pliable and flexible enough for full transformation.

"Very good. Now hold still, my dear, and your wish will become reality."

Sinita fought down the urge to struggle anew as metal clamps suddenly curled over her already strapped hands and ankles to completely secured her to the chair. Her eyes darted around for any clue as to what was about to happen. At the mechanical whirr-hiss of a hatch sliding back above her, she looked up to see that...something_..._was being slowly lowered down toward her. The fabric of a flexible collar, all that she could see of it, flapped as the manipulative framework holding that still-unknown something brought it closer to her. Unable to identify what she was seeing, but feeling menaced by it all the same, she felt a tremor of fear run through her nerves; Sinita whimpered, eyes widening and darting wildly as the voice continued in deceptively placid tone.

"Remain calm, Sinita. This will not hurt you, no. Please breathe slowly and deeply_and keep your eyes _closed until you are instructed to open them. Otherwise there will be considerable pain inflicted upon you."

The captive rubber human-shark hybrid struggled against the impulse to panic as the pliant rubber flaps of the shark-snouted hood and mask being inexorably lowered towards her slipped around her head. More so out of fear than obedience, she squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood to stifle a terrified wail. She next felt the sensation of being enclosed with a tight space, though by what, she dared not open her eyes to find out. There was a hiss of pressurising air, followed by an organic _slurping_sound as, unseen to her eyes, the hooded mask joined and _bonded_itself to her neck and shoulders, melding with the suit and sealing her in, permanently.

Hssss...Haa...ffphm...haa...ffphm...

Her breath now sounded ragged and muffled to her own ears, rasping from within the tight interior of the hooded mask as it pressed uncomfortably close against her face. She listened to her rasping, forcefully slowing her breathing, becoming a little lost in its rhythm and alien quality, until she realised she could hear something buzzing in her ears, feel something pushed in them either side of her by the fit of the hood, a bud of some sort, and focused her attention to discover that it was Dr. Sirocco's voice, albeit sounding mechanical and a little difficult to understand due to the muffled quality and his accent.

"Sinita? Can you hear me?"

"Y..Yes..."

"Good...now we begin, yes? I want you to listen to the voice that you will hear next, listen_carefully_. There will be some pain soon, but listen to the voice, is understood?"

Sinita nodded instinctively, too befuddled to answer vocally by what was happening to her as she tried to keep her breathing and heart rate in check. Sirocco, watching through the cameras, nodded to himself as he watched the slight and jerky affirmative motion, triggering the re-programming sequence.

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The voices had been whispering to her for days, it seemed. Time had lost all sense of meaning as Sinita wallowed within the miasma of induced hallucinations, mental suggestions, and physical conditioning. Her neck still ached where needles had jabbed her and hair-thin fibre tubes had been threaded through to connect to her nervous system and bloodstream, linking them to the puckered grills of artificial gills now pulsing and fluttering either side of her neck. They had been formed by the spreading living latex that had swarmed over her to cover the last vestiges of human skin, replacing the visible patches on her upper body not covered by the suit with perfectly smooth and deep, vibrant red suit-skin. Her legs and feet had been subsumed by an appealing two-tone mix of the red and blue spandex-latex hybrid her body was coated with. Sinita was being reformed for both sleek athletic attractiveness and allure, in addition to boosting her swimming efficiency. She would be both air and water breathing--as per Queen's provided specifications.

The ability to feel her own body had begun to creep in again the base of her spine, a subtle awareness of physical sensation focused around her tail and the ability to instinctively control it. The awareness of and the full instincts and biological impulses of how to naturally control her tail as if it were any other limb of her body became more defined in her psyche with every passing second.

You are a siren shark, both physically and sexually aggressive; a predator both in the sea and on the land.

Feelings of powerful aggression flooded into her nerves, stiffening the already throbbing twin shark members twitching between her parted thighs. Connected to pumps that continued to drain bi-coloured cum from the vibrant members, it would be siphoned away for use by the department in other operations. She could feel...urges to snap and bite at and into something...anything...to rend and to tear. Her jaws muscled twitched with the driven impulses to follow suit in an imitation of savage biting, the jaws of her shark-like mask maw reshaping and parting with an organic sucking sound to respond to the control inputs from the facial harness strapped tightly around Sinita's smothered organic face and chin. Hard-rubber nubs that would grow to become row after row of jagged fangs were prominently displayed as she parted her mask's maw; the snarl of aggression she released was amplified by the tube wedged in her mouth into a terrifying roar. Arm and thigh muscles strained and tensed, and the rubbery blue and red chevroned tail lashed violently within the scant freedom allowed by the restrictive hole at the base of her chair through which it had been threaded.

You are the pinnacle of aquatic and rubber evolution...surging through the water with deadly grace to complete your assigned missions...

Stylised images of her feral shark brethren, subliminally overlaid by computer-generated images of herself plunging through the water at equally great speed flickered against the lenses embedded in the mask's eye sockets and through which she now saw the world. Rather than feeling restricted by the barriers, she was encouraged to feel that she now saw the world with a greater clarity than she had done so before. Sinita felt exhilarated by the images rapidly flickering by, each one reinforcing that realisation of that is who she was: a powerful shark, a special shark. The then shifted to videos and still photos of a more lurid and sexual nature, and her engorged petal-shaped thick members twitched as she began to pant with erotic desire in response to the playback of selected footage of the orgy at the university. Disconnected from the events of her former life, she felt little beyond a sexual thrill from what she was watching.

You are irresistible. They will give themselves willing to you, as all prey-creatures should...

Sinita now felt a powerful longing_to track down such prey, physically overcoming them and then forcing herself upon them, rendering them into lust-frenzied objects for her pleasure as she towered victoriously over them. It would be easy, so very easy, for she would be so much stronger than they, and have certain other weapons at her disposal. Sinita's natural competitiveness and pride in her physical prowess had been amplified and _warped into something far darker and more suited to her new form and for the division's plans for her.

Doctor Hans Sirocco watched with a deep satisfaction through the cameras as Subject Alpha let out a thunderous snarl and strained to get free of her bonds. He relayed the footage of the birth of the new latex anthromorph to Queen. Alpha would be just the first of several, though perhaps one of the most successful of the militant and predatory anthromorphs being created by IT&M's Special Projects Division for use in the coming power struggle. Now that the programming had concluded, it was time for a little test.

"We're going to set you free now, Alpha. A nice, handsome young man is going to free you from the chair; you know what to do with him, yes?"

He smiled, once again tapping his cheek thoughtfully with his stylus, as he signalled for the unfortunate, but ultimately disposable guard who would have the unenviable task of freeing Alpha from her bonds. Oh, she was coy about it, he noticed and just as he had hoped she would be. Before the sole door leading out of the chamber opened to reveal the guard, Alpha had quelled her aggression, peaceably lying in wait like a patient hunter for her moment. It came a split-second the unwitting employee had rolled back the clamps and unfastened the bonds, with Sinita surging forward out of her seat with a roar to seize hold of the unfortunate employee. Sirocco was very, very keen to see the unleashed potential of Alpha's newborn blood and sexual lust first hand. His eyes gleamed with a perverse light he watched the carnage unfold, turning up the volume and letting out a lusty sigh as the first moans and screams erupted and the guard was set upon with an inhuman degree of sexual and bloody ferocity.