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[b][u][center]A Swim and a Squirt

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“Ah…so much better after all the people go away…”

Fenja smiled to herself as she leaned on the wooden fence posts that blocked the road from the beach. The cooling pavement wasn’t quite hot enough to burn her through her sandals, but she still felt the trapped summer’s heat moving up and caressing her, reminding her of what it could do if she had come down to the shore the way she’d wanted. Going into the sea naked was always a blissful feeling, something that she seldom got to enjoy the way that she wanted, but it was for the best. Not only was it safer to avoid being seen – and Ville-Ocean was enough of a tourist town that there were still people staring out their windows even after dark – but the heat stuck around for so long.

She hopped the fence, walking down the beach. Her hair streamed out behind her, the ocean breeze blowing the right direction for once rather than blowing her locks back in her face. She smiled, savoring the cooling feeling, though not so much the sand that blew into her sandals and along her lower legs.

Ah, well. That feeling would be gone soon enough.

As soon as the sand shifted from soft grains to packed, she shucked her sandals, tying them to the string around the outside of her sarong. It barely covered her bikini bottom, but it was enough to keep up a sense of modesty for anyone that thought someone shouldn’t be so ‘ill-dressed’ for the summer. She made sure that the sandals were properly tied through the straps at the front to the point where the waves wouldn’t carry them away, then picked up the pace.

Fenja met the first wave coming in with a crash, feeling it slow her down for a moment before she pushed through it. The flowing water pulled out from under her toes, dragging her further into the rising swells, then the next wave came, hitting her along the thighs, almost going high enough to take her sarong with it. She laughed, almost giddy as she felt the water welcome her home once more.

The third wave rose over her waist, and she let it carry her out with it, floating on the surface of the water as it took her away from the shore. The beach faded, the current taking her, and she was a good enough swimmer that it was easy to avoid being pushed back. She floated on the surface, closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy the flow of water, and then opened them to look up at the clouds before the moon.

[i]Not long now,[/i] she thought, running her hands behind her back. [i]Better get these off…[/i]

Untying the knot that kept her top on, she dragged the blue cloth free. Her breasts, already rather heavy – and about to get heavier – flopped out against her chest. She tied her top to the string around her waist, then wiggled her way out of her bikini bottoms. The last thing that she needed was for that to rip, and while some species in the town could have made the transformation without risk, she knew for a fact that it was not possible for her to transform without losing everything from the waist down.

She’d just managed to get the panty-like bottoms tied off when the first silvery light came from behind the clouds. She groaned, arching her back, but smiled despite it all.

[i]Mmmph…here we go…[/i]

Fenja looked up at the edge of the moon, feeling the burning that always came with the moonlight. As it played along her skin, her sun-tanned flesh began to shift, warping to something brown and mottled rather than just pale and tanned. Each little splash of color that rose from the depths of her skin changed her coloration that little bit more, taking her further and further from a human color.

It was more than just a shift in tone, though. Her flesh was going smooth, smoother than it had ever been as a human, and she groaned as she felt it getting softer, too, pushed up and buoyed by a layer of fat that was no longer needed. Not out here, at least, not the way that it had been off the coast back in Iceland. This…this was warm water, but the layers of fat popping in did do wonders for her curves, she had to admit.

She giggled as she watched her breasts slowly roll down her chest, filling out further, covering more of her chest. They were not huge to the point of throwing off her ballast when she was swimming, but they were big enough that they were more noticeable. She reached up, cupping them, feeling them pushing her hands out further than they already were.

The same happened with her hips and ass, curves beyond the natural capacity of humans swelling down there. Her legs were slowly growing stronger despite the additional layer of fat, and the same thing was happening to her arms. It was a tease, a tease only she knew. Anyone that looked at her would think of her as a potential BBW, just a few meals away from being a helpless, curvaceous woman that needed someone to take care of her. Nothing could be further from the truth, even on land, and in the water…

She kicked her legs. Even without the full transformation, her kick carried her a good dozen feet away from her position, and she chuckled at the ease with which she could move. When her tail came in, it would be even easier, and she would be able to do whatever she wanted in the water.

She rolled, diving into the sea for a moment, feeling the water all over her body. The salt water never stung her eyes, but as the transformation rippled up her face, slowly tugging at the front of her nose and lips to give her muzzle a good start, it was easier than ever to see underwater. The pressure grew as she kicked again, and again, and again, taking her further down from the surface. She had taken herself further from shore than she’d realized, considering that she had already dropped twenty feet and was nowhere near the bottom.

Kicking off to the side, she started swimming parallel to the shore, taking in the transformation that was still happening, the changes that were slowly taking place. She rolled her head to one side, then the other, feeling the soft bits of fat transitioning to a slightly stretchy neck, something that could extend an inch or two before pulling back in. Her legs cracked slightly as more muscle and more bone piled on, strengthening her for the dives that she could make in this form. And then –

Crack.

“Mmmmmm…”

Her breath bubbled from her lips as she felt the first twitch-crack of her tail starting to grow out of her spine. It was bigger than the other transformations that she’d seen from the other were-creatures that came vacationing in Ville-Ocean, bigger and thicker, to the point where it would have ripped through her bikini if she hadn’t pulled it all the way down her ass. She kicked more lazily as it slowly edged down, sliding, pulling, dragging itself free of her spine.

Her hands became her way of swimming, and with each clawing pull through the water, she felt like she had more and more of a grip to drag herself along. She paused, looking down at her fingers, watching as the webbing started to grow in between the digits. One pull, two, three, and she was swimming with greater ease than her human form ever could.

With the soft coos that were escaping her lips, she knew that she’d need air before long. She twisted in the water, rising to the surface. A soft gasp escaped her as the moonlight came down on her head once more, and she moaned as she rolled onto her back once more.

The body of a seal was nearly complete. She leaned back, lifting one leg up, watching as the transformation hit her ankle and began to play over her foot, instead. The view was, as ever, quite fun.

One of her toes all but disappeared, while the remaining four grew longer, pushing out from the top of her foot and becoming something more bestial, more claw-like. They would have been downright frightful if it wasn’t for the soft webbing that grew to match them. She wiggled her toes until her new anatomy prevented her from doing that; they either all had to curl, or they all had to be straight. There was no in-between.

Her face pulled forward, and her ears all but disappeared, pulled in like a flower closing its petals, until all that was left was a tiny little hole in the side of her head. A flow of water got pushed out, keeping the inside of her head safe.

In short order, she was completely transformed. Slightly blubbery compared to what she was, but oddly enough, better proportioned than she had been, with bigger curves, a more eye-catching body, and certainly more confidence to go with what she had become.

She stretched out on the surface of the water, letting the moonlight play over her chest and her sex, and slowly, she spread her legs, as if the moon was a lover that wanted to peep at her.

“Heh…more attentive than the beach boys, for sure…”

She smiled as she ran her hands down her body. She so preferred this to her human shape. So much softer, so much gentler, so much more comfortable in comparison to what she was used to being. Her fingers found her thighs, squeezed them, shook the bit of blubber there over her muscles, and she chuckled.

“Though I bet they wouldn’t know what to do with so much woman.”

Probably nothing, all things considered. She wasn’t a fat woman, but she had curves, and she had the little jiggle that not all men would have liked. But that was fine. She had more than enough choice when it came to what to do with herself under the moon.

And sooner or later, she’d find someone that would make a good mate. It was just a matter of time.

Fenja rolled her head back in the water, almost submerging herself again as she started to play with herself. The transformation had gotten her all riled up, and there was really only one way to take care of that. Her tail swished the water, idly propelling her by instinct to a private part of the beach that she was a little more familiar with, a place where she could enjoy herself and not be bothered, save for her lover in the moon.

Even as her tail propelled her along, her hands were busy, gently rubbing up her thighs, her new claws tracing little lines through fur that was too fine to see, rubbing against the softness that had come with the transformation. She reached all the way up to her crotch, but didn’t quite touch her pussy. Instead, she pulled on either side, letting the sea lap at her center, and –

“Mmmm…”

It was soft, wet, with just that hint of grainy salt that she was so used to, and she smiled at the natural caress of her sex. She couldn’t hump back, couldn’t bump and grind the way that she might have done with a more physical lover, but it was there. It was there, and it was good and teasing.

She rolled on that pleasure for a time, gently rising and falling on the pleasure that the ocean provided, but as she came to shallower waters, it was no longer sufficient. Fenja sighed as she rode the waves to the isolated part of the beach, rubbing her hands closer and closer to her pussy until her back touched sand.

Aided by the soft waves tickling her thighs, she worked her fingers to her clit. The first spike of ‘true’ pleasure was something that nearly pushed her over the edge right then and there, but she stopped herself, not wanting to lose it too quickly. This was her night, and she might as well enjoy it.

The moon was fully out from behind the clouds now, and the great full sphere looked down at her, almost like it was trying to see the show. She obliged, parting her thighs further, her tail casting foam from the waves side to side, curling her webbed toes in the water, idly sliding a finger inside –

“Mmmm…”

There was a different texture from the webbing, something that made it more erotic, and feel bigger. It was the benefit of enjoying her bestial form and taking her time, seeing how much she could tease herself open, seeing how much she could tease herself. She moaned, her other hand going to her beasts, squeezing one and feeling the difference between a human hand and a seal’s.

“Ah…ah…”

She was already teased, already wet, already excited. The sea had done its job, and the transformation had done its part. Now, she needed to go over that edge one more time, to enjoy it and give back to the sea. She moaned out loud, thrusting two, three fingers into her, the webbing leading out to her thumb and pinky adding to the stretch that gave. Her fingers curled over and along her clit, rubbing, stroking, teasing it.

She moved slowly, almost lazily, so different to the frantic pace of the day. She could feel her need rising, her pussy clenching desperately at her fingers.

[i]You need a mate…or at least, a lover,[/i] she thought, groaning under her breath. [i]Need something…to do this to you…[/i]

It would have been easier to roll onto her front, to finger-fuck herself from the doggy-style position, but that would have ruined the moment. The embrace of the sea, the view of the moon, the feeling of building up: it would have been over and done with before it had really started.

No, just a bit more…a bit more…

Fenja had just managed to get her pinky finger in, four fingers in her slippery sex, when she finally went over the edge. She came hard, squirting past her fingers into the surf, and she arched her back against the wet sand. It crumpled under her, leaving her grinding a crater into it as she spasmed and shook from her pleasure.

Finally, it was over. She collapsed backwards, panting, pulling her fingers free from her slippery slit, and then looked up at the moon once more.

“Did you…enjoy that, too?”

The moon, as ever, didn’t answer. She smiled, shaking her head as she rolled to her side, then onto her feet. A quick check confirmed that all her clothes and accessories were still tied around her waist…but her sarong had long since disappeared.

Well, it wasn’t the worst loss. She shrugged, getting dressed as best she could, and then looked up…

And realized she’d almost gone three miles down the coast.

“…Well, better get walking.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A woman goes for a swim and enjoys a transformation.

Tags: F/solo, Transformation, Human, Seal, Tail Growth, Fingering, Orgasm, Cum, Squirting, Swimming, Underwater,