Artifacts, Chapter 13, Something Fishy
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Artifacts, Chapter 13
Something Fishy
By William W. Kelso
Amanda was very vain about her looks. She knew she looked good, but it was never good enough, and she spent a fortune on beauty treatments and other cosemtic products. It sometimes took her hours to put on her makeup, and she was constantly tinkering with it all day, never satisfied. And at night she smeared her face with creams and lotions, her hair wrapped in a towel to protect it, and she woke up bright and early so she would have time to prepare herself for the day. But she knew she would get older, and her looks would gradually fade. It was inevitable, but though it was natural; the fate of every woman eventually, she refused to accept that. So she decided she would do ANYthing to keep from loosing her good looks. And that search led her into subjects best left alone.
After much wasted, and fruitless, searching she was about to give up. She had tried every strange treatment, cream, salve, or other 'miracle treatment', she could find. None worked. Deperate, she finally went to see a 'witch' she had heard about, and the strange old woman had creeped her out. She had cackled when Amanda told her what she wanted, then said,
"Ah, vanity! Yes,my dear, I have that which you desire, but the cost is high."
"I don't care about the cost, will it really make my face and body stay beautiful, forever?"
"Oh yes, I gurantee it, the old woman said. But the cost is $5,000 dollars, my dear."
Amanda gulped, five grand! Well, she was well enough off, and could afford it. And if the friend who had told her about the old lady hadn't gone from a training bra to D cups overnight she would never have believed it. So she paid the old woman, and eyed the small vial she received in return hopefully, but also skeptically.
"This is IT?" Amanda asked.
"Yes, the old witch said, just drink the potion, and as soon as the first male sees you you will become the epitone of perfection in his eyes, the perfect female. And you will remain so the rest of your life. It is a very old spell, very powerful, and never fails."
"Well, OK, Amanda said, but if this doesn't work, I'll want my money back!"
"Oh, it will work, I guarante it!" The old woman cackled. The 'witch' didn't add that until she had found the strange little spellbook she had been nothing more then a fortune teller, but the spells really worked. She was a little reluctant to use them on herself, but so far her 'customers' hadn't complained, or at least if there was a problem they hadn't come back to complain, or hadn't been able to...yet.
Another thing that Amanda liked, in addition to being a beautiful as possible all the time, was sex. A lot. But she went thorough boyfriends as fast as beautry creams, she just got tired of them. But she had a new boyfriend named Doug, and their relationship was at the point where they liked to have sex as often as possible, and he was great in bed. Or on the floor, or the couch, or the kithchen table, or... She decided to surprise him with the 'potion', knowing his tastes she figured becoming his 'perfect lover' would make her even more beautiful then she'd ever imagined. Plus he was filthy rich, and she figured becoming his idea of the perfect woman would guarnatee marriage and she'd be fixed for life.
No time like the present, she thought, so she went over to his place; a real freaking mansion, and let herself in with her key. It was couple of hours before he got off from work, so she decided to give him a big surprise when he got home. She set out some sex toys; incluing cuffs as he was into that kind of stuff; which was fine as so was she, and slipped into a slinky negligee to help 'get in the mood', and took the potion. She hadn't gotten any directions from the crazy old lady on when to take it, so figured she'd give it awhile to 'soak in'. It tasted kind of like cough syrup, and made her gag a little from the strong sweet taste.
Almost instantly she felt a sudden pleasurable warmth spreading through her body, and gave a moan of pleasure she she felt her sex grow wet, her nether lips swelling as her arousal grew intense, her panties showing the stain of her flowing sexual juices. Ohhh, she couldn't wait, not at least for the first time. She'd never gotten so aroused, so fast! Her pussy was practically quivering with need. Taking off her now stained panties and skimpy top she went into the living room, and lying back in a chair began to pleasure herself with a large dildo, and was so wet that despite its size the dildo easily slid in to her needy sex, and with a groan she began fucking herself, drumming her heels on the floor from the intense pleasure. Almost instantly she had a massively pleasurable orgasm, but after it was over her lust was even worse the before, so she kept the slick rubber toy busy deep in her sex. "Uggggghhh, ah-ah-ahhh!" She moaned, on God, it felt sooo good! Whatever else the potion might be it was one HELL of an aphrodisiac! She grunted and arched; orgasmic juices squirting from around the dildo, "OH, UGGGHHH!" She gasped, her orgasm so powerful she almost blacked out for a second.
As she was recovering from her second orgasm she grew aware of a faint thumping sound, and looked around for its source with pleasure dulled eyes. She noticed movement in the large aquarium her boyfriend kept, and finally focused her eyes on the source of the gentle bumping sound. It was one of his stupid fish, the big ugly one with all the whisker; or feelers, or whatever they were, the stupid thing was swimming up and down and banging its head against the glass. God how she hated the nasty slimy things! He'd spend hours tinkering with the tank, feeding the little creatures, and even talking to them! That was the only thing she didn't like about him, that he spent so much time with the stupid ugly things. As she locked eyes with the fish it stopped swimming and stared intently at her, and she suddenly felt her lust return tenfold, and with a gasp started fucking herself with the dildo again, legs spread wide as she groaned in ectasy, but no matter how fast or deep she stroked it wasn't enough.
"Uggggh, OOHHHHH, GOD!!" She grunted as a massive orgasm made her spasm and loose her grip on the dildo, and it shot from her sex with a spray of ograsmic juices. She gave a little moan as she felt her skin suddenly ripple and tighten, and a strange tingling started spreading through her body. But her sexual need had been left unsatisfied, so she bent over to retrieve the dildo. Then she froze, and frowned as she stared at her arms. What the fuck...?
He skin looked...shiny, and darker. Must be the light, she thought. She picked up the dildo and sat back in the chair, but as she tried to shove it back in her pussy it felt odd, like her pussy was tighter or something. Leaning over she examined her sex, and gave a little squeal of surprise. Her pussy had become a slit, but with no labial lips or clitoris showing, just a slit! And the skin on her belly and thighs had turned a sickly grayish color, fading to a darker grey on the sides. What the FUCK?? She rubbed at the shiny skin, and it felt rubbery, slick, and almost slimy. Then she closed her eyes and gasped as she felt her skull suddenly soften, and push out!!
Reaching up she felt her face in growing horror, it felt like her jaws had grown wider, her head flatter, and her nose was gone! And there were little...things growing from her lower face, they felt like WORMS! Getting up she grabbed a mirror from her bag, and looking into it gave a gasp of horror. The strange face staring back as her was not...human, at least not entirely. The wide blunt jaws had no nose, just two little holes, the gaping toothless mouth opening wide as she tried to scream, but only a gurgling croak came out. But the worst was the long senstive tendrils that hung down from the sides and bottom of that horrible snout, and she could FEEL with them! And her skin was turning a gray color, lighter under her chin, darker on top, slick and shiny.
"Nurrrggggg, guuullp, errrkkk!" She mouthed as she tried to say something, the large rubbery lips flexing and opening as the thing croaked..
As she stared into the mirror in horror she could feel other changes overtaking her, a sickeningly pleasurable nauseas churning in her guts. She started to go to the bedroom to get some clothes; she had to get help, but her stomach suddenly cramped violently, and squealing in discomfort she sat back down in the easy chair, gasping until the pain faded as the spasms slowly died down. She tried to stand again, but found her legs wouldn't respond to her commands, and instead they kind of quivered, kicking weakly. Looking down, to her disbelief she found a thick flap of skin of was growing between her thighs, pulling her legs together as it progressed! She tried to prevent that from happening, but slowly and surely her legs were pulled together down to her ankles, and then the flap of skin connecting them began to swell and thicken as her legs lost definition, her toes growing together as her feet began to flatten out and grow.
Moaning in horror, she reached for the phone on the end table next to the chair, but froze when she saw her hand. Her fingers had fused into long spines, webs of skin connecting them. And as she stared in disbelief her elbows suddenly locked, and her arms began to shorten as they pulled up into her body as she waved them helplessly, croaking and gurgling as she tried to scream. Towards her feet, just below her pussy slit, a ridge was forming, spines pushing out, echoed by two more smaller growths lower down on her sides. Oh my God, she realized, those are FINS!! I'm turning into to fucking FISH! She tried to pick up the phone again, but could only uselessly flap at it with her now stiff and useless arm.
"Eee-eeep, glurk!" She gurgled in horror, large mouth opening and closing as her lips thinned and her head flattened even more, clumps of hair falling past her slowly bulging eyes. Suddenly she felt a stab of pain in her back, and trying to lean forward and lessen the pain she lost her balance and fell forward off the chair with a loud 'splat'. She tried desperately to get up; to stand, but all she could do was writhe helplessly. Turning her head she could still see the swell of her hips, and the bend where her knees had been, but it felt like she was inside a thick rubbery sleeping bag. She gasped as she felt her hips collapse as her bones liquefied and began to reform, and her body began to swell and thicken, the growths on her sides, back, and...tail, pushing out and growing even as her arms continued to shrink and shortened as her fingers pushed out into fins. Her feet had finished merging, her toes growing into long spines, webs of skin connecting them, and she flipped her tail from side to side, flopping helplessly, eyes filled with utter terror.
From the neck down there was no mistaking her for anything but a catfish now, and her head was quickly following the rest of her body into its new form. As her breasts were absorbed into her body she felt her nipples give one last twinge of pleasure as they dwindled to dark spots, then vanished into her new slick rubbery slimy skin. She tried to cry out in denial, but only produced another wet croaking sound, her large mouth gaping, still human eyes rolling in horrified disbelief.
No, NO, NOOOO! This is impossible, she wailed in her mind as more whiskers sprouted from her snout, two on top, and more on the underneath, and she realized she could smell and taste with them! She gasped as two large slits formed in front of her weakly flailing front fins, and she could feel air passing through them, but it was becoming increasingly hard to breath, and she opened her mouth wide as she flopped helplessly, gasping desperately for air! Her eyesight began to fade, becoming blurred as her eyes became simpler, bulging and swiveling in panic as they moved farther to the sides of her head, and her ears vanished into her sleek skull. NO, NO, NOOOOO!!
As she felt the changes come to an end she lay still for a minute, gasping, tail flopping weakly. Then with a shudder she began to shrink, and rapidly her seven foot length shrank down to a mere ten inches leaving her wriggling helplessly in a puddle of the mucus her skin extruded, and slowly dying of asphyxiation as her pumping gills desperately tried to provide her body with oxygen.
No, oohhhh God, NOOO! Please, not a FISH! She thought; her mind very much aware of what had happened to her, but still reeling from the impossibility of it. She could still think, still knew who she was, what had happened, but it was harder, her mind cottony and confused, and she needed air! She needed...water! Gasping, gills pumping, her frantic struggles slowly became weaker, her sight dimming. But then suddenly she felt a vibration in the floor, and a huge dim form loomed over her, and she wriggled as she felt herself suddenly picked up, instinctively trying to get away.
"Well, said Doug, what are you doing out of the aquarium, you silly fishy? How did you even get out, anyway?"
He walked over to the large tank, and lifting the cover he dropped the ten inch catfish into the water, and it disappeared with a flick of its tail. How DID you get out, he thought? And as he counted the fish in the tank, was even more confused. He'd had two catfish, but now he had THREE? What the heck?
As soon as Amanda hit the wonderfully cool water she gave a huge sweep of her tail, and rammed her head into a clear barrier, stunning her a little. Glass, she realized as she sank down to the bottom, I'm in the aquarium! Her gills pumped furiously, and the feel of the water flowing through them was wonderful, she could breathe!! She could see much better too, and tried to blink, but her eyes remained wide open, her simple dull stare fixed. And her sense of smell! She could smell with her whole body! But her whiskers were especially sensitive; she could smell other fish; including ones like herself, and food, and a myriad of other unidentifiable scents as she slowly swam back and forth, confused and still disorientated.
Suddenly she felt something brush against her, her eyes swiveling to watch as another catfish glided past, its own goggly eyes fixed on her. The other fish; a male she realized, turned and then swam down her side, brushing against her again, and she felt a strange thrill, her body tingling where he'd rubbed against her. As he came back again she thought, 'Go away! I'm NOT a fish!', but as he caressed her again she shuddered from the touch, and felt a...need. Oh...OH...she realized, HELL NO! She tried to get away from the other fish, but he followed her insistently; and then was joined by another, and there was no place to go! When she avoided one the other would move in and brush against her, and she would shudder in unwanted pleasure. And she was so horny! The lust she'd felt prior to her transformation had returned, only much more intense. If she could have she would have moaned in pleasure as one of the males slid down her side again, his interest obvious.
Doug wandered through the apartment, and seeing the sex toys and Amanda's panties and negligee lying on the bed felt his cock stir. God, that woman was an insatiable animal in bed! But where WAS she? He checked the bathroom, then wandered through the large houses many rooms, but no sign of her. He went back into the living room; and stooping over picked up a large dildo from the floor, and then heard a splash in the tank. Walking over he watched as one of the catfish; the new one he thought, dashed around, the two others following it persistently. Must be exploring its new home, he thought. But where did it come from?? Then he had a thought, of course! Amanda had said she had a big surprise for him, it must be the catfish! It was kind of an odd gift as she'd never shown any interest in his fishies before, but maybe she was coming around. But where was she??? Her purse was sitting by the phone, and her car was out front. Maybe she went for a walk and would be back any minute.
Amanda tried to keep away from the other catfish as she swam around the tank frantically. 'Get AWAY from me, she thought, I'm NOT interested!' But the truth was, she WAS interested, or at least her body was as it responded to the males courting. She could feel a growing pressure; a strange need, in whatever the hell she had for a pussy now, and every time one of the males brushed against her it got worse, and she could SMELL them, smell their arousal, and knew what they wanted. Suddenly she saw a large vague form sit down next to one end of the tank, and she swam over and bumped her head against the glass, 'Doug, oh God, help me!' she thought. 'I'm here, it's me! I'm not a fish! Don't let them...oh God!' She shuddered in pleasure as slick form suddenly brushed against her, caressing her, and it felt so...NOO! 'Doug, help me! I can't...they...!" Another gentle caress, and she shuddered, ohhhh, it...it...!
Doug looked over as he heard one of the fish bumping against the glass; they sometimes did that for some reason. He looked over and saw it was the new catfish, its dull stupid eyes looking at him, mouth gaping open and closed as it hovered against the glass, fins moving to keep it stationary, the other two circling it, sometimes moving in and rubbing against its body. He tapped his finger against the glass, 'Hi, fishy, he said, you hungry?'
Amanda felt her hopes soar as Doug stood up, and then opened the top of the tank. He understood me somehow! She thought. He'll fix this, turn me back! Suddenly the other fish in the tank went into a frenzy; dashing to the top of the water again and again, and she smelled the food as it was dropped in the tank, some heavier chunks of something drifting to the bottom, and her two suitors temporarily lost interest in her as they gobbled up the food. No, she realized, he's just feeding them...us. 'Doug, please...!!' But soon the lid closed again.
Doug sprinkled some flakes on the water, and then dropped in some special pellets for the bottom feeders. He was very particular in how he took care of his 'babies', making sure the water was always fresh and clear, the PH balance perfect, the temperature just right, and the lighting not too bright or dim. And he had provided them with real living water plants, and a hollow log and other hiding places. Instead of expensive tropical fish he'd gone with more common ones such as catfish and goldfish, darters, and 'native' species. They were easier to take care of, were less expensive, and lived longer. He noticed the new catfish had followed him around the sides of the tank, ignoring the food, and was bumping the glass again. Friendly little guy, he thought.
Amanda bumped her head against the glass in despair, 'Damn it Doug, it's ME!' she thought. 'Please don't leave me like this! I don't want to be a fish!' She shuddered as one of the males swam up underneath her, turning and rubbing his own sleek belly against hers. Oh, oh God, she thought, that feels so...so good! But NO, she didn't want to...to lay eggs! To mate with a FISH!! She wasn't a FISH, Damn it! She didn't want to be like THIS!! It was horrible!! So cold, so...so WRONG! She shuddered again as a male brushed along her body, gently tickling her with his fins...stimulating her to...lay. Finally, with a flick of her tail, she moved to the bottom, no longer able to resist that growing need, the males eagerly following.
She found a good spot sheltered between two rocks, and the first male became more intent as he rubbed against her, his touch and scent stimulating and erotic, and suddenly he ground his genital slit against hers, and she felt an intense surge of ecstasy as thick roe spurted from her sex onto the gravel, and he clouded the water with his sperm. Again and again she lay as they stimulated her; taking turns, and again and again as the males fertilized her eggs. Ohhh God, she thought, her body trembling in pleasure, who'd have thought fish sex could be so fantastic!? Then, finished, they lost interest in her and swam away, leaving her resting next to the large clump of eggs.
Doug finally gave up on waiting for Amanda, and worried he went to look for her, ignoring the energetically mating fish.
Slowly Amanda came to accept her fate, that she would never be human again. She would always know she had been once; her human awareness intact, but it just seemed less and less important. She rested on the bottom waiting for the next feeding, her offspring swimming around and over her body. She didn't care much about them, and Doug routinely scooped some of them out with a next, but she hoped he found good homes for them. She wasn't sure how often catfish bred, but it seemed to be a lot. As soon as she laid she began filling up with eggs again; her belly swelling, and the males would begin courting her again, and soon she would be shuddering in pleasure as they stimulated her to lay her eggs, and it was so wonderful. She wished it was more often, and lasted longer though.
Doug regarded the three large catfish in the tank, and the swarm of younger catfish. He was amazed at how often they were mating, and was running out of options as to what to do with the fry. All his friends who wanted some had plenty, and the pet shop didn't want any more, even free. And the mature fish were getting too big for the tank. That was the problem with channel cats; they outgrew their tank after a few years. They were almost two feet long now, barely able to turn around, and were mating again! Well, he thought, time to find a new home for them. He hated too, he had grown attached to them, especially the female. She followed him around the sides of the tank, and would even come to the surface and nibble his fingers, and he liked to feed her directly, give her worms and other treats. He'd named her Amanda, after his girlfriend who had so mysteriously disappeared, and no trace was ever found. He knew he'd been a suspect, but there had been others as well as she'd been fairly promiscuous. But he'd really liked her, and missed her a lot.
This was new, Amanda thought, as she tried to avoid the net. She was a lot bigger now, and the tank had seemed to be getting smaller. But she was soon caught, and found herself in a large bucket along with her two mates, and a bunch of fry. Sometimes she was removed when the tank was cleaned, but when the bucket began to move; the water sloshing around, she got worried.
Doug pulled over to the side of the road, and then made his way; carefully carrying the slopping bucket, towards the small lake. He knew the owner of the property, and had been given the go ahead. He walked out onto a short pier, and sitting down he lowered the bucket, then gently tilted it until the water and fish flowed out; the fish disappearing with flicks of their tails. Then he stood up and went back to his car. He'd kept a couple of the fry, but let the rest go. It was nice lake; they should be right at home.
Amanda felt stunned for a moment as she slid into the colder water, and watched as the two other catfish disappeared into the murky depths. She didn't know if she'd ever see them again, and felt sad. As much as she could she had grown to love them, and they had given her so much pleasure. But she was also scared, it was one thing to live in a tank, but quite another to live in a lake in the wild! She swam up to the surface, and watched as the large blurry form walked down the pier, and disappeared from her sight. Then, mouth gaping silently, she turned and dived into the depths to explore her new home. Maybe it won't be so bad, she hoped, and she knew she'd be ready to breed again soon.
The End
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