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Dan struggled frantically trying to free his arms from the ropes that tied his arms around the tree behind him.

Just a few moments ago he and fiancé Marci had been fishing by the side of the river. It was a perfect spot, off the beaten path, and well away from other people. He'd been there a couple times now. It was a stretch of unspoiled river, as the fishing there was always good. A few salmon, several different kinds of trout. Even Marci had caught a burbot. A strange looking fish it was.

Despite her strange phobia of fish Marci had accompanied him on this day-trip to experience his favorite past-time with her. She even screamed and danced in joy when she yanked the fish up out of the water.

But that had been as close as she ever got to it, as he had to take it off the hook for her. She wouldn't even look at it when he held it up for her to see. It was the oddest thing. Apparently Marci had always been terrified of fish when she was a child. She refused to ever get into any body of water other than their pool at home. Sometimes she would still wake up at night, sweating from her recurring nightmare of swimming in the middle of the ocean with fish all around her, touching her. It was the idea of fish touching her, from any direction, that terrified her so much.

He wasn't going to force the issue. It was good enough that she came with him here. Perhaps it was just good will since their wedding was just a couple weeks away. All the planning for it was maddening. So getting away from it all for just the weekend was amazing.

It was shortly after dumping the writhing fish into the cooler that he was blinded by a sudden white flash of light.

When Dan came to, he found himself tied up to the tree.

It took a few seconds for his vision to clear. To his horror he saw Marci's naked form laying on the ground. Her face contorted in pain.

Her hand was reaching back, touching the mound of flesh extending out behind her. The thing growing out from her spine was at first the same color as her tan skin, then began to turn a greenish hue. The skin turned shiney and scaled in texture. She screamed in pain.

The reptilian-like appendage continued to push out from behind her, as she fell to all fours, whimpering as she turned as saw the growing tail behind her.

This couldn't be possible.

Dan stared silently in disbelief as the tail behind her continue to grow longer, thicker, as a fan-like fin emerged from its tip. A caudal fin. The skin was slick and slimy with a layer of mucous now forming. A giant pair of long fins emerged along the tail's top and bottom. It looked like the back half of a giant morey eel was growing out from behind her.

Darker splotches started to grow on her skin, spreading out like mold, finally giving the scaly skin a mottled appearance.

The tail flipped back and forth like a fish out of water. Simultaneously, Marci's legs shrank, sucking into her body. The changes seemed to accelerate, her legs quickly shrinking away into nothingness into the mass of the tail. The tail, now at least twice her body length, was now as thick as her belly, making her look like a snake with a human torso... like one of those naga creatures that he'd seen in video games.

But the changes didn't stop there. The mottled green skin now spread up her body, up her torso. Suddenly she fell flat onto her belly as her arms lost their strength, shrinking, webbing forming between her fingers as they turned into the cartilage of her quickly forming pectoral fins.

Overall her body began to shrink as the transformation overtook her thickening neck. She screamed and screamed in pain and terror, her bones shifting and cracking, her skull broadening and flattening out. Dan watched the beautiful features be obliterated from her bloated face, her long brown hair falling out in clumps. Her mouth and jaws broadened along with her face while her screams turned to weak croaks as she lost her vocal cords.

Her soft smile was now a hideous gaping mouth that opened and closed like a fish struggling to breath out of water. Her face was now reminiscent of a frog's, wide, green, and slimy. Her eyes were the last to change. They bulged out of her face like they were going to pop out. Before they lost their ability to turn, her eyes looked at him pleadingly before turning rigid, beady, and looking alienly reptilian.

Yet he could still see the emotion and awareness deep inside them.

Her body continued to shrink. She shrank to 3 feet long... then 2.

John recognized exactly what she had become. A burbot. The same strange looking fish that Marci had just caught on a fishing line.

Soon there was nothing left of her but the slimy green form of a fish thrashing on the ground.

Dan was still in shocked disbelief when a form emerged from behind the tree to which he was tied to. It was a woman. I nude woman. A beautiful woman.

What was going on??

As the woman bent down to scoop the fish from the ground he pleaded with her to help him. But she ignored him, only smiling at him.

It soon became clear she wasn't here to help when she sat down on his legs, pinning them down. She then used her free hand to pull down the zipper of his pants.

"Zzzzzziiiipppp"

She held the fish by the neck just behind its gaping jaws, right in front of Dan's face so he could stare at his fiancé's altered face. There was no denying the terror on the fish's eyes, as odd and strange as it was.

He tried to kick his legs, screaming at her to stop, but to no avail. She unbuttoned his pants, then pulled his underwear down revealing his manhood.

What the fuck??!

She continued to ignore his protestations, now grabbing his cock, stroking it. She stroked and caressed it, while she cited some strange language he'd never heard before. To his terror he felt himself getting hard, his dick going erect at the unwanted foreplay. Her chanting was like that of a snake charmer, encouraging his penis to arise, despite him not feeling the least bit aroused.

Although...

It did start to feel good.

The woman leg go, and his member stood erect on its own, throbbing a little with his racing heart.

Then the fish that had been Marci began to struggle when the hand holding her pointed the gaping mouth down towards the tip of his dick. Just a couple inches away. The woman used both hands to subdue the helpless fish, holding it tightly behind the head.

The tip of Marci's snout touched the head of his penis, before being slowly lowered over it.

Dan screamed and pleaded as he felt the fish's mouth engulf his dick. He felt a row small teeth scraping against the edges of his shaft, and then the slimy tongue sliding underneath. His tip rubbed against the ridges on the top of the fish's mouth as it was slowly guided deep into its mouth.

The fish's tail thrashed helplessly as it took his meat into her mouth, the length of it passing well past her throat.

The fish was held there, fully engulfing his penis in this horror scene for a few agonizing moments. Dan tried to kick again, but he was too pinned down. The woman began to pull back.

At an increasing rate she worked the fish over his dick up and down, squeezing the fish's body to intensify the contact with his sensitive skin. The teeth. The ridges of bone. The various other pointy things inside the fish's mouth. Even the tongue. They rubbed and grinded against his throbbing dick. It felt better than any flesh-light he'd ever played with. Even better than any hand, boob, or blow-job Marci or any other girl had ever given him.

It was horrible, but the pleasure couldn't be denied. Dan felt himself about to climax.

"I'm sorry Marci!" he screamed as he came, sending multiple jets of hot semen into her open jaws.

Dan sobbed as his orgasm faded. The woman only looked at him with a sinister smile on her face. She lifted up the poor fish so they were face to face. Cum dripped from its mouth.

Before he had a chance to think of something to say to Marci, she flipped the fish to its side, giving him a profile shot of her elongated body. Midway up her belly, just before the long tail and anal fin began, was a bulge.

The woman began her chanting.

Before his eyes, the bulge in her belly started to grow. It grew and grew. It obviously hurt Marcy. Her mouth opened wide, her beady eyes expressing her pain. Her tail thrashed violently, then slowed down as the strain on her immensely distended belly became too much. Her belly was now like a ball, like a snake that had swallowed something too big.

Now the fish hung in the woman's arms limply as she held it out for Dan to see, only its mouth opening and closing slowly. The woman turned the fish's body so he could see underneath. The she took a finger and pressed lightly on Marci's midsection.

To his horror, midway down her body, close to where the proximal part of the anal fin met the rest of her body, was a slit. With the pressure, the slit began to part. Underneath was some pink flesh, then underneath that, a greenish shiny round thing.

With a little more pressure the slit opened wider, and a strand of green balls oozed out from the slit like toothpaste.

Eggs.

Those were eggs, and she was full of them.

The woman, still carrying Marci in an arm, dragged over the cooler that Dan had brought with him to temporarily store their catch. She pulled opened the top revealing the fish inside. 8 or so different fish they had caught, including Marci's burbot. They moved around slowly in the shallow bit of river water Dan had filled the cooler with to keep them alive until he released them.

Oh god, please don't put Marci in there.

As if she read his mind, the woman dropped Marci.

Splash!

The woman tilted the cooler towards him so Dan could see inside. The burbot that was Marci thrashed around in the shallow bit of water. She was surrounded by other fish. Water splashed everywhere. Soon all the fish were in commotion, turning the cooler into a boiling stew of fish bodies. It looked like a feeding frenzy was going on down there.

It was like Marci's worst nightmare come true. Only even worse than her dreams. So much worse. And Dan knew it.

Dan stared wide-eyed into the cooler as the panic in the water continued. The water seemed thicker now. Greenish.

His heart sank, seeing the texture of round things floating in the water. Eggs. So many eggs. Too many eggs. Mixed in with the moving bodies. In her terror Marci had released her eggs. Now she was swimming in them. And surrounded by the fish she was so terrified of. The fish that she now WAS.

He could tell which of the fish she was her by her distinct shape and coloration. There was another burbot in there, but it was smaller, and without the distended belly.

Then he saw a swirl of white in the water. Then another. And another. As it mixed in the soup a milky greenish white. A soup of water. A soup of fish. A soup of eggs.

And sperm.