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Shark Tooth Shores Written by Leo_Todrius Commission by Sanmer

The sounds of seagulls echoed across the white sandy beach, waves crashing against the few remaining rocks that had yet to be ground down. Shark Tooth Shores was a particularly famous stretch of beach spanning several miles, named for the pillar like stones shaped like shark teeth that jutted up from the sands... though the sands themselves were rumored to be more shark teeth than silica. Regardless of the legends and stories, it was a particularly promising destination for surfers the world over.

As surfers paddled out and rode the waves back to shore, families dotted the sands leading up to the cement steps and retaining wall holding the parking lot in place a few feet above sea level. The sun was just starting to set, casting blinding light on the dozens of cars. People moved up and down the steps, stopping at the rest stop to wash the sand off their shoes, their feet, their dogs and their children.

In the midst of it all, Jake leaned against the hot metal guard rails overlooking the shores and the surf, his green eyes watching everyone packing up. The tourists had spent the day playing in the sun and now they were all over heated and hungry and worn out, over-salted from the ocean water and the bags of potato chips they had been packing away. This was a time of day where the weak went home and only the most dedicated remained.

The wind whipped Jake's sun streaked brown hair around as he continued to watch, hearing the change in the air. The screaming of children disappeared, the flapping of kites faded. Minutes passed and soon he could only hear the waves, the crackling of bon fires and occasional whoops from the sun burned surfers... None of whom were more elated than Jake's best friend Nick.

Nicholas Hardy had always been the school's prize athlete... Being a coastal school, the number of students was quite low and Nick was a member of numerous teams. While he'd won awards for football and basketball, his favorite sport had always been surfing... and he looked the part. He was five foot ten, lean but muscled and he had platinum blond hair in a loose, wily shag. Jake envied his physical prowess, almost as much as he admired it.

While Nick was the star athlete, Jake had made waves with his academics. He had represented the school in debate and public speaking, but his awards were seldom discussed and even less remembered - except by Nick. Nick had made it a point to get to know all the other students that achieved success, trying to make an all star team of school pride. It had worked for a short while before competition had driven the team to fracture, all except for Jake. Their talents rested in differing areas and the two had become close friends, though Jake had always wished they were even closer than that.

Just as their talents were nearly opposite, so too were their preferences. Nick drifted effortlessly from one girlfriend to another, sampling not only the local girls but a notorious flirt with tourists. He claimed to have dated a girl of every ethnicity. Jake, meanwhile, only had eyes for Nick... and the occasional beach hottie. He had come to the beach every day for the entire summer to watch Nick, but the unrequited love was starting to crush him. Jake considered for a long moment before he decided to at least try to talk to Nick before giving up.

Jake maneuvered his way over to the cement stairs, padding down into the sand. It was amazing how temperamental the sand could be, ranging from blisteringly hot to ice cold depending on the sun and the water level. Needless to say, Jake was relieved as he reached the uniform, wet sand near the water. His feet sunk in and left deep prints, but as the waves came crashing around his feet, they eroded the sand beneath him, making each step a little uneven. Jake watched Nick's approach, his muscled body glistening, his silver and black checkered latex shorts looking like ink on his skin.

Icy blue eyes spotted Jake and Nick flashed a grin of pearly whites. He'd spotted Jake several of the last days and he'd been hoping to see his friend. He'd taken a pretty risky gamble and hoped it paid off. Nick's eyes searched the shore before spotting the black mesh bag he'd brought with him for the last two days. It seemed like everything was coming together, and with luck he'd be able to convince Jake to try boarding. He knew his friend wasn't really keen on the water, but the lure of the sea called to everyone... even those not from land.

Step by step, Jake and Nick moved toward each other, one walking into the water, the other riding toward the shore... and both slowly were becoming aware that something out of the ordinary was going on. Nick started to see movement beneath the surface and Jake saw shadows in the water... and then fins. Triangular gray fins cut through the white foam on the surface, massive forms moving just beneath.

"SHARK! SHARK!" Jake began shouting, waving his arms, but his voice was muffled by the sounds of the waves. Nick's heart raced as he saw a fin pass him as well, but his eyes widened even more as the form ascended. Water spilled off of a black glistening latex wetsuit and gray muscled arms. A wide, broad head emerged and a thick tail flapped around as it curved upwards, powerful legs coming up from a kneeling position. All that weight had been pushed down on a very large surf board trying its damndest to float to the surface... and then he was up.

The shark surfer moved along a few feet from Nick, waving back and forth like a seasoned professional. Nick's eyes were wide and he nearly fell off the board in shock, but a sound on his left side made him turn, seeing yet another shark surfer rise to the surface. Both had steely grey skin and white underbellies, their gills flaring on their necks, their huge teeth shining in the light, but what was strange was not so much the shark as how human they were... One had a piercing on his fin, a thick gold hoop hanging from it... And his rubbery shark skin even had two strips of reddish brown sideburns down the side of his face while his friend had lighter brown scruff on his chin, the start of a goatee standing out against his fishy pallor.

The sharks shot each other glances, their huge mouths shifting into wide grins. One ran a hand across his latex wetsuit, almost as if fondling his muscled abdomen before he reached into the collar and pulled out a necklace with a teal blue crystal shark tooth pendant on it. As he lifted it up, the setting sunlight caught the pendant and it began to sparkle, sending light out in every direction. The fear Nick felt, the shock Jake felt, it all started to melt away. The abnormality of shark surfers seemed to become a trivial every day fact. Without the fear, Nick's personality began to reassert itself, a grin crossing his lips.

"Killer moves, dude!" Nick called out to the shark to his right.

"Thanks... I'll show you my moves any time I can." The surfer replied with a grin, the groin of his wetsuit quivering gently as something inside shifted. Back on shore, Jake's shoulders soon slumped. He couldn't remember being afraid of the sharks, but he did remember that he'd come to talk to Nick alone. Now there were two other surfers to occupy his attention. Jake was even to the point of considering going home, but the surf finally brought Nick to the shore... and soon there after the sharks as well.

The boards skimmed onto the sands and the surfers chuckled. The sharks looked at the human boys like they might a morsel of fish, though one sniffed the air, his nostrils wide before he looked directly into Jake's eyes. The other, however, was eyeing down Nick's shorts. Nick had to laugh a bit more.

"You guys totally startled me, I didn't see you out there all day." Nick admitted.

"We were pretty far out to sea, took a while to get back. Gave us a chance to watch you though, you've got some mad skills. I'm Russel by the way." The goateed shark commented, offering his hand. Nick reached out and took it, giving it a squeeze and a shake.

"I'm Nick, this is Jake." Nick said, gesturing to his friend.

"Gavin." The shark with sideburns said, looking Jake over again. He slowly reached up and fumbled with his pendant, lifting it just a bit. There was a flash of light and Jake's mind felt fuzzy for a moment... More than that, his mouth felt as if it had been pried open wide by a wriggling mass of muscle... but the sensation faded and he was exactly where he had been. Jake blinked in confusion, reaching up to wipe his mouth. It did feel wetter than usual, though nothing had happened that he could remember.

"So... What are you boys up to? You want to have a few drinks? Our treat." Russel offered, putting an arm around Nick's shoulders.

"I'd love to, but we're in high school." Nick replied with a smirk.

"Trust me, won't be a problem." Gavin replied, his fang filled grin growing wider and wider.

****

The sun had set, the temperatures had dropped and the street lights had snapped on, but still the four surfers lingered on the outside patio of a beach side restaurant. Numerous drinks had been brought out and the four had gotten quite chummy. At first Jake had been quiet as the guys talked about surfing and the various waves they'd ridden, but conversation had drifted on to numerous other subjects. To his surprise, the biggest talk of the evening had been the fact that both Russel and Gavin were gay... something Jake had never admitted to anyone about himself, at least until Nick went to the bathroom.

"Dude, you've been crushing on him all this time?" Russel groaned.

"You have to be a decisive killer in this... See what you want and take it. Besides, you saw how relaxed he was about us being gay." Gavin replied more sternly.

"But he's only had girlfriends. Won't that just make things weird?" Jake asked, failing to realize that sharing drinks with sharks was in any way strange. Every time he started to feel tense, one of the sharks would toy with their pendants and he'd feel relaxed again.

"Well, I'm sure he won't be mad at you... Especially after that gift he was gonna give you." Russel replied. Jake's head tilted.

"What gift?" Jake asked.

"He had a bag buried in the sand, he was going to give you some boarding shorts. Probably going to offer to teach you to surf." Gavin replied.

"He told you?" Jake asked. The sharks laughed.

"We have great senses of smell. We can smell the latex, heavenly stuff dude... Plus he's such a sweet guy. We'll encourage him to do it, you just be ready tomorrow. I'm sure you're both going to learn a lot about each other." Russel grinned. Jake was a little uncertain, but when the bathroom door opened and Nick started to return, Jake put on his best smile and continued as if nothing was out of the ordinary. He had no idea how deep he'd just gotten himself.

****

The following day had been amazing for Jake. Nick had presented him with latex board shorts and took him out for his first lesson. Jake had been nervous, but there was something about being with the guys that just put him at ease. He'd paddled around until his arms felt like rubber and his skin was almost as red as a crab's. The first day had ended with more drinks, then sleeping in before another day at the beach... then another, then another.

On the fifth day, Jake felt like he had been crazy to ever consider giving up on Nick. He'd started to really get the hang of surfing, at least the basics. He felt the ebb and flow of the ocean beneath him as his hands cut through the water, propelling him outward. His green eyes glanced over at Russel and Gavin and Nick. They were starting to climb up onto their boards, though they were just ahead of him. Jake took a breath and started climbing at the same spot they had. He felt his body lifting up, his weight shifted on the board.

The four surfers ascended the wave, lifted up almost as if they were flying. Jake's heart raced as he zigged and zaged along the wave. His dark hair whipped around and he grinned. The rush of the ocean mist against his skin, the wind in his hair, it was exhilarating. He tried to maintain his position as best he could, but when it felt like the board was ready to rocket out from under him he shifted angles and shot outward, riding down the wave.

"Woooo!" Nick exclaimed, grinning wide, watching his friend excel. Just a few days earlier Jake had been so nervous about the water, but now he seemed like a natural. That fact wasn't lost on Jake.

He felt the sun soaking into his skin, but he could also feel a bit of a stinging itch at his neck. A hand reached up and brushed his neck, feeling a series of faint slices along his neck. Jake thought little of it, assuming he'd just been cut on some corral or his board. As he forgot about the itch, he focused on the water ahead of him, unaware the slices were trying to open, gills forming steadily on his neck. They were just one more of very subtle changes taking place... changes the sharks hoped would soon accelerate.

****

In many ways it felt like the summer was zooming by far too fast, but to Jake and Nick there was an almost eternal feeling to it. Each day stretched on and on, seeming like heaven on Earth. For Nick it was the feast of killer waves, the rides of a lifetime. For Jake, it was spending so much time with his friend... although the brotherhood between the four men was growing stronger in many ways.

Nick was sprawled out on a beach towel, the late afternoon sun baking his well tanned skin. The waves had died down for once but none of the men were quite ready to go home. Jake sat near by, gazing at Nick's latex clad ass, seeing the way it followed over those firm, muscled cheeks, wishing he knew what to say. Jake felt his heart skip a beat as a strange shadow fell across them both, a shadow with muscle and fin and fangs...

"Hey little dudes. You're looking pretty red. How about we get you some better protection." Gavin said, kneeling down between them, holding a bottle of sunscreen. As soon as Jake saw Gavin and his necklace, he started to relax again, feeling as if everything was right again in the world.

"Sure, that sounds like a pretty good idea." Jake murmured.

"Lay down on your stomach, close your eyes, and relax." Russel added, moving to kneel next to Jake. The young man nodded and did as he was told, stretching out, closing his eyes. The two sharks looked at each other with steely eyed determination before they each grabbed one of the bottles of sunscreen.

Thick, warm cream came sputtering out of the end of the bottle, splattering onto their backs like liquid silk. Rubbery gray hands came down to smear and spread the cream across their shoulders and down their backs. Nick moaned deeply, a smile crossing his lips. Jack was so overwhelmed he was unable to make a sound. No one had bothered to touch him before and physical contact was something of a luxury. He melted beneath the experienced hands.

The massaging continued, stroking up and down their backs. The sharks were really getting into it, the crotches of their wetsuits growing and filling out, but they knew what was about to happen, what would make everything move much faster. Once more the shark boys took up the bottles and unloosed the spray, the streams drizzling down Nick and Jack's spines down to the edge of their latex board shorts... and then the real magic happened.

As the cream hit the latex, the rubbery black material seemed to absorb it up, taking it in, growing shinier and softer, malleable and stretchable. Gavin and Russel emptied their bottles into the shorts, letting it all soak in, their hands starting to push and pull at the latex. It stretched outward like taffy, but even as it grew larger, it failed to loose its integrity or thickness.

The sharks massaged the latex higher and lower on their human friends, Gavin working the legs down around Nick's thighs while Russel slid it up Jake's back. The boys were moaning, feeling confused and baffled and amazing. Somewhere in the back of Jake's mind he wanted to run or flee, but it felt so good and he kept hearing the same words over and over in his head, 'We're here for you, you can trust us.' He wasn't sure where he had heard anyone say that, it felt like so long ago...

The shark boys suppressed their own groans, focused on what they were doing but it was obvious they were enjoying themselves. Their own latex body suits were far more expansive than the simple board shorts their friends wore. Their suits went from their collars down to their wrists and ankles, covering everything between with form fitting rubber... all except the crotch, the material suspiciously stretchy there... but it was finally being stretched to its limit.

As the latex over the shark groins went tight, it became obvious they were closer to sharks than humans. Not one but two points rose from each rubbery tent, their hemipenises throbbing in lust. Still, they ignored their own need, focusing on their craft, inducting the new boys that much closer into their new lives. They pushed the rubber up and down, letting it spread more and more. Sleek gray shark hands moved under Jake's chest, lifting him up as the latex crept up his stomach and ribs, pooling between what few pectoral muscles he had before sweeping over them. The tendrils of latex crept out across his collar bone, knitting together and filling in to make a true wetsuit collar.

Nick, meanwhile, was wiggling his toes involuntarily as the latex swept over them, encompassing them and his legs fully. It felt tighter around his skin, forcing his legs into perfect alignment. He shifted and tried to move, even as the latex moved up his back. It crept across his muscled chest, looping around his nipples before covering them, feeling almost as if they left little nubs for his nipples to rest in. Nick groaned, humping against the blanket involuntarily.

"You boys are in for such a sweet ride..." Gavin moaned, "I wish we could take you right now." He licked his lips.

"But tonight you'll go home and you'll remember the awesome new suits we gave you. You won't want to take them off, especially when you realize what they did to you... Your secret pride." Russel whispered. Jack and Nick laid on their blankets, as oblivious and unaware as any tourist walking by, unable to see the sharks or the men they were claiming by simple hypnotic suggestion... just as they had always done.

****

It had been a long and torturous night for Jake as he tossed and turned in bed. The air felt too hot and too dry. His bed felt too hard. Everything about his room seemed wrong and alien. As the sun started to rise and the early rays of light penetrated the blinds, Jake couldn't take it anymore. He swung his legs out of bed and stumbled to his feet, his latex suit creaking and shifting as he moved. His pillows and blankets were strewn across the floor like island chains in a carpeted ocean.

Jake made his way to the bathroom and turned the sink on, cupping water in his hands. He brought them up to his parched lips and tipped them back, letting the water flow in. He drank with great glee, though the water still tasted odd, almost too pure. After five handfuls of water, Jake glanced around, spotting the shower. Its promise of more water was impossible to ignore. He left the sink as it was and stepped over the rim of the tub, reaching down to pull the stopper and lift the handle.

There was a hiss, a series of gurgles and then the shower head erupted with its flow. The water saturated Jake's sweat soaked hair and ran down his face, his lips wetting. He opened his mouth wide and let it fill up, but he soon hissed when the water turned hot. Jake's hand reached out, fumbling for the handle before he turned it all the way cold. The icy embrace was magnificent and soon he basked in the torrent.

The water ran down his neck, soaking his wetsuit. The latex material shone in the dim incandescent light and it began to move more freely across his body. Jake closed his eyes, living in the moment, basking in it all. His chest rose and fell, his muscles tensed, and the slits on his neck fluttered before opening. Water rushed into the open slits, but the water was processed, the oxygen drawn out and sent into Jake's blood stream. If anything, he felt more alert than ever... and he was most certainly aware of the sudden squirming coming from below his waist.

Jake's eyes snapped open, looking particularly glassy and black. He looked down at his groin, watching something slither and move in his pants, stretching up his stomach, growing wider and thicker. Jake could do more than just see it, though, he could feel it... He could feel himself growing longer and thicker and harder. He reached up and found the odd, bone like zipper than ran down the front of his wet suit and drew it down, revealing his chest and stomach. As the zipper came down, there was a rush of milky white fluid... and then it emerged.

A foot long, messy pink cock slipped out, looking fleshy and slick and quite inhuman. The mushroom shaped head had eroded to a tapered point, the distinction between the end and the shaft almost entirely gone. Jake stared at himself, knowing he should be shocked... but he simply was proud of the gift he had been given, proud of his manhood.

A hand reached up and slowly curled around the shaft, giving it a squeeze. Jake shivered in delight, tipping his head back. Before long, his hand was sliding up and down as the water washed away his nightly emission of shark milk, letting it pool around his feet before washing away. Jake's lips parted to let out a sigh of delight, but his sigh passed over particularly sharp teeth. Slowly, steadily, his teeth were changing. The molars shifted and popped, the dentin becoming soft and moldable before rehardening. The teeth became spear like all the way around, from front to back, but even that wasn't enough. Bumps were forming along his gums as new teeth formed a new row beneath the surface.

Jake panted harder, breathing in a mix of air and water, humping into his hand. He panted louder and basked in the pleasure, his hand tightening. His fingers dug into his shark cock and the flesh seemed to bloat and widen as a result. As good as jerking off was, though, Jake knew he needed more. The water logged teenager sat down in the shower, the water still running over him. As his ass hit the cold tub floor, his back arched and he came forward. He could smell his own musk, his scent and feel the heat coming off his rod.

The changing teenager's lips parted and he came forward, sliding his mouth over the quivering pink tip. His tongue lapped at the slit, at the shaft and the slope of his manhood. He bent forward more, filling his maw with his shaft. He began to bob his head up and down, sucking off of himself, his sharp teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. His gills flared wider as he sucked, his legs kicking around haphazardly. One caught the switch to the drain and the water stopped swirling down the hole in the tub, filling up the depression before the water level began to rise.

Jake kept sucking on himself, bending into harder and harder positions. The more he strained, the more he achieved, feeling almost as if his bones were more like rubber or cartilage. Jake was in a self-feeding frenzy, thinking nothing of the world around him. He bobbed his head down until his nose was smashed into his groin, his chin rubbing over the smooth, rubbery flesh that had once been a hairy groin. He thought nothing of it, focusing instead on the shaft rubbing the back of his throat with such delightful persistence.

The teenager was a model of oddities, bent over himself in the tub. The bones of his spine were visible down his back, even through the latex wetsuit, but even they were changing. The joints were shifting and changing and a lump was forming just below his shoulder blades. Ever so slowly the lump built outward, honing and refining, taking on a slow and steady point.

Jake continued to suck and slurp on his own meat, applying such pressure that it was almost painful. His tongue slid up and down the middle of the cock, pushing into the flesh until it didn't bounce back. Bit by bit, he had formed a valley in his cock. The flesh grew more insubstantial down the center, his urethra having split into two. The sharp teeth ran back and forth over it all until finally the cock couldn't remain as it was.

In a surprising, empowering moment, Jake's cheeks bulged outward as his cock split into two in his mouth. His lips spread wider around the messy meat and the two pink cocks quivered independently in their saliva bath. Jake was shocked, amazed, and overcome... His brain tingled, his body ached, his balls throbbed and his cocks pulsed. Thick, musky shark cum sprayed into his mouth with such force that soon it dribbled out of his gills, but Jake was lost in the moment. He gulped at the seed, taking it down, unaware that with every swallow his skin looked a bit less tan and a bit more gray... All Jake knew was that he felt amazing.

****

The orange sun had grown quite intense, casting long shadows across the sands from the pillars of stone dotting the beach. It almost seemed like some ancient monument, a monument to the sea and to those wild enough to battle it... and Jake and Nick had never felt wilder. The two strode down the cement steps and across the sand, carrying their boards, feeling like rockstars, though the stares they were getting from everyone was not for their confidence, but to the changes in their appearance.

Both young men were clad from neck to toe in black and gray latex, showing off their muscles. Their grins were unusually wide, betraying sharp teeth. Their noses were a little flatter, their nostrils more like slits, their eyes darker. There was almost a crazed look to them, though wide, pointed tongues slathered at their lips as they prepared for another day of surfing. Their groins quivered gently as their double cocks stirred, always ready for activity... and most surprisingly of all, just like their boards, their backs had long, curved fins pressing out into special pockets of the latex.

As the two approached the sea, Gavin and Russel were waiting for them. The sharks looked over their new recruits, Russel going so far as to grope himself. They were quite pleased. It seemed the boys were finally ready. Gavin glanced to Russel and Russel nodded. Gavin started moving forward. Jake and Nick couldn't help but grin. It felt like the best summer of their lives, like they'd truly found each other.

"You ready to hit the waves man, I'm stoked!" Nick grinned.

"I totally am, we're gonna..." Jake's commentary trailed off as Gavin pulled out his crystal shark tooth. Once more the sunlight hit the crystal and the boys fell silent. The effect was more than just light, there was an intangible hum in the air, a resonation that spread across the beach. Jake and Nick's glassy black eyes went distant, the two falling into a deep hypnotic state.

"Down on your knees." Gavin commanded. The boards were dropped, the boys knelt before them. Russel moved up, unzipping his wet suit, the tough latex peeling back to reveal the flesh beneath before two thick shark cocks emerged.

"You two have felt the rise inside you... The slow climb of your instincts, the needs and desires becoming more tangible. You aren't meek and mild humans anymore, you can reach out and seize every opportunity you have." Russel explained.

"It is time to let the animal out, to shed your weak skin and join us." Gavin added.

"Come forth and worship your new brother..." Russel said, giving his twin cocks a bit of a stroke. Jake was the first to move, having no restraint. He crawled to the shark and opened wide, his sharp teeth and tongue slathering all over the messy cock as he had his own but hours before. Nick, however, had a bit more resistance.

"Come on Nick, you can do it. Don't you feel it? The hunger, the need? You crave the salt, you can't deny the prowess. It needs to be worshipped, to be fed upon... and you need to realize your true nature." Gavin whispered.

"True... nature?" Nick murmured.

"All the girls you dated, you never stuck with any of them. They were all a passing fancy. Only one person has been there for you all that time, and he's over there sucking cock right now. If you had just opened yourself up, it could have been your cock he was sucking. He longs for you, and after this ritual, he can be yours... Your eternal, your equal, your partner... Your Jake." Gavin prodded.

In his suggestive state, Nick looked at Jake. It was true, Jake had always been there to help him with school, to watch movies, to shop, and now even to surf. In the last few weeks they'd been closer than ever and Nick didn't want that to stop. He was afraid of losing his friend, of losing his Jake. Somehow his brain equated the ritual with obtaining his love and he finally moved forward, crawling to Russel before he began to slowly nuzzle, lick and tease the left cock of the shark man. Russel hissed in delight, gray rubbery hands coming down, grabbing a hold of the near human heads before him. He pulled both forward, filling their mouths with shark cock.

"Hurry up, finish the stuff." Russel panted. Gavin moved, rooting through their bag before he found the left over sun screen. He came back to the boys and aimed the bottle at Nick. The bottle let out a wet splurting noise as a few dribbles of white cream came out, but then nothing. Gavin groaned.

"We're out..." Gavin said. Russel rolled his eyes.

"Then make some more..." He suggested. Gavin's eyes brightened at that and he fumbled with his zipper, soon whipping out his own dual cocks. Both muscled arms worked to pump and milk his shafts, stroking back and forth, up and down, harder and faster. He wasn't savoring the moment, he was working with an objective... and soon he had reached it. His cocks pulsed and thick streams of milky shark cum sprayed out, splattering onto Jake and Nick.

The shark cum was absorbed by the latex once more, the material becoming pliable and shifting. Before long it started to stretch and move on its own, creeping to cover what little skin was left. Nick and Jake's necks were covered, their hands and feet, and soon their throats. The material spread up the back of their heads and across their jaws, looping up over their chins.

The black liquid spread around their mouths and covered their noses and eyes, the latex creeping over the top of their heads before coming down. It oozed all over before knitting together, leaving only the mouth hole... a mouth hole stuffed full of cock and sharp, deadly shark teeth. The boys sucked hard, bobbing forward and back. Unlike Gavin, Russel had tried to hold himself back but he failed. He groaned loudly as his cocks pulsed and soon he started to feed the boys directly.

Nick drank the seed with hypnotic regularity, but Jake drank it with fervor. Both felt the hot silky seed flow down their throats and fill their stomachs, the tingling spreading through their bodies. The latex coating over their skin had hardened again, looking shiny in the sunset and normal.... At least until the flesh beneath the surface began to shift. Just as the fins had emerged from their backs, more changes were taking place.

The latex creaked as their faces began to push outward. Their noses grew more blunted as their mouths pushed forward, their faces angling into more shark like points. Their ears shrank away, their hairlines pulled back and their necks thickened to be as wide as their heads. In many ways they looked like black latex sharks, but they were missing one distinct feature.

At once, both Jake and Nick doubled forward, groaning around the cocks. Russel was unforgiving and kept churning the cum in their mouths with rapid thrusts of his cocks. He watched the latex stretch and morph as their tailbones started pushing out. The flesh wedged wider at once, spreading out over their asses even as it grew out from their bodies. The tail surged, inches at a time, passing one foot and then two. Tiny flares began spreading at the tip, forming the vertical fins from the tip. The tails began wriggling left and then right, muscles forming and brain connections growing.

Pounds of mass accumulated on their bodies as their tails filled in, their shark cocks bloating. Jake was the first to lose it, cumming himself. His balls seized up and the warm, wet seed spilled into his wetsuit. While the latex reacted chemically to it as well, it didn't spread further... There was no further to spread. Instead, the material finally snapped and retracted, pulling back from the rubbery gray and white skin beneath. Jake's shark head was revealed, his hair having turned black in contrast to his skin. There were few traces of his humanity left, looking much like a shark that had grown legs.

Nick's orientation had slowed the process, but at last he had arrived. He grunted and came, his own wetsuit pulling back to show off his shark skin and his messy blond hair. His glassy eyes were glazed with lust and joy, the two new shark boys looking up at the one that had brought them into the fold. Gavin moved around and reached down, unzipping their wetsuits with both hands. The bone zipper pulled down to reveal hairless chests, their nipples less pronounced than before.

"Jake, Nick, welcome to the brotherhood of Shark Tooth Shores..." Gavin said, reaching into his pocket before pulling out a pair of rings. Jake winced as he felt his left nipple pierced, but the pain soon ebbed. Nick felt the same sting in his right nipple, the two opposite and matched. Russel bent over and rooted through the bag before pulling out a pair of necklaces. Nick was given a tight choker covered with seashells and a yellow crystal shark tooth while Jake was given a longer necklace with many bone teeth and a red crystal at the front.

"You may now kiss the bride." Gavin chimed in. Russel punched his brother in the arm before rolling his eyes. Despite their hypnotism, their mysticism and their animal natures, it seemed they truly were just surfer sharks that had no problem with a good joke. Jake turned to Nick and still saw the man he had waited for so long. For the first time, however, Nick saw the man he would spend the rest of his life with. The two leaned forward, their heads turning, their killer jaws interlocking in a deadly shark embrace. Their tongues slapped, their teeth grated and they kissed with more intimacy than they had ever felt before.

Across the beach, tourists came and went as if nothing was happening. They gazed out at the sunset and marveled at the peculiar play of light on the sea. There was something about the rocks that made the light almost seam teal and yellow and red, but none of the people saw anything out of the ordinary. None of them were aware of the conversion in their midst, nor of the many more sharks swimming in the water. The humans had tried to warn themselves by naming the shores after the threat, but with the hypnotic effects they merely thought the name came from the pillars. The sharks didn't want it any other way. It was a perfect hunting ground for new recruits, and the waves were amazing.