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The Ocean Pendant; Part 2 (John's POV)

I sat there with what seemed to be a puzzled look on my face as I watched Mark lead his way to the bathroom.

'You got to go when you got to go I guess' I thought to myself. I felt my stomach start to moan a bit like it was unhappy with something I ate.

I shrugged it off and made my way towards the grey worn couches in the living room. I sat my butt down on the left side of the couch that was facing the television. It had become a habit at this point and the indentations on the seat cushion made it clear. Knowing Mark for so long and always coming over I couldn't help but reminisce the many sleepless nights playing videogames or watching television together on the same couch. I would always sit on the left side and I could always look to my right and see Mark's tan slightly muscular body lazily slouching, his sexy...

'Wait! What!? When had I ever had a thought like that?' The thoughts in my head raced as My eyes shot wide open.

I could feel my chest start to heave as I tried to catch my breath. There was a warm glow surrounding my chest that made me let out a slight gasp. I didn't have time to react as I watched the pendant around my neck glow and my mind became fuzzy. The thoughts of Mark flooded my mind and oddly it made me smile and I was no longer afraid or confused.

I could feel almost like tickling electricity run through my body, which made me gasp once again. Then instinctively I looked down at my hand... errr at least I think that it's my hand. The top of my skin seemed to have the same hue as the couch I sat on. It looked mildly grey but as I studied it some more I noticed it was getting darker. The sensation was only increasing as pleasure spread through my body like a wildfire erupting in different areas. I notice even the skin on my exposed legs and feet were starting to darken as well.

My attention was brought back to my hands as I felt a strain begin to develop in between my fingers. I watched in amazement and curiosity as skin started to grow slowly in between each finger and a sharp tension showed a presence on each fingernail. It was astonishing to feel and watch as my fingernail darkened and began growing to what seamed to be sharp points. It did not take long before my hands sported half inch black claws from the ends of my fingers and grey webbing that led to the first knuckle on each finger. The gradual feeling of curiosity led me to extend and contract my fingers. It was so odd to see the webbing become taught and it felt so good to stretch the brand new skin connected my fingers.

"I bet I could beat any one in a swimming race with these hands" I said out loud as I dragged my left index finger along the webbing on my right hand. It gave me a quick shiver through my spine as I traced the outline of my new skin being careful not to poke my self with my new claws.

"I can't wait to show Mark my new hands!" I shivered once again as I said Mark's name aloud.

I couldn't just sit there and wait for Mark to come back so I shifted my weight forward to get off the couch. A sudden jolt of tingling pleasure shot through my feet and legs which made me grab for my right foot.

"Ooooooooo." It happened so fast that the only reaction I could manage was a pleasurable exhale. I felt as each toe quickly grew several inches as each of my pinky toes merged with the toe next to it.

The progression had a familiar feeling; webbing quickly grew in between each toe almost to the tips as slightly bigger claws grew out of the rounded toenail I previously once owned. My feet were now a monstrous 14 inches as I curled my toes in satisfaction and excitement. Having four toes was definitely different but that thought quickly dissipated as my legs started to contort under my now grey skin. My thighs started gaining bulk, feeling my muscles build as my calves shortened a bit. It was the oddest sensation, almost as if some was pulling and pushing my legs in different directions.

It ended as quickly as it started. I peered down at my new legs and the excitement was only intensified as I shift my body forward to try to stand. Without hesitation I was standing on my newly transformed appendages. I gripped the arm of the couch for support accidentally poking a few holes in it with my claws. It was very odd because now with shorter calves I was forced to stand on only half of my foot. It was like standing on my toes and I tried my best to balance but I kept swaying forward. If it weren't for holding on to the couch I would have landed flat on my face.

A bit disappointed in myself I landed my body back on the couch. I wasn't ready for such a task yet; I still had more examining to do. My skin seemed to stop changing in color as a solid grey and I had noticed with the help of my excited fingers touching my arms and legs that it was much smoother than before. There was a distinct roughness to it when I rubbed my somewhat rubbery skin in opposite directions. All of the poking and prodding did not help calm my excitement. It just felt so good. In surprise my groin stirred the more I rubbed myself, I was in awe. I could only imagine what was to become of my dick as it slowly began to inflate underneath my bathing suit.

I did my best to undo the boardshorts that I was wearing. It was not as hard as I thought it was going to be with my newly clawed fingers. I lifted my shirt over my head tearing into it a bit and I pulled my shorts down to my webbed feet. The first thing that I noticed was the difference in coloring on my skin that outlined my pectorals and my well-defined six-pack even under the rubbery texture. My underside appeared lighter, almost white in color, which seemed to end on the underside of my thighs. Slowly tracing my fingers over the six ridges on my stomach down to my groin area I took a good look at my hard penis.

It looked exactly the same as before which made me a bit quizzical but nevertheless I took my clawed hand to it and ran my webbed finger along it. My hands felt amazing on my dick. I couldn't hold back. It was electrifying to know my new hand was giving me the pleasure I absolutely needed. The feeling of the rubbery smooth texture caressing my shaft almost brought me to orgasm but a tight feeling in the middle of my cock seemed to hold me back.

I took my hand off only to be left starting intently at my own penis as I felt this feeling intensify. Then I heard myself heave out loud. "Aaaahhhhh Fuuuuuuuuuu..." as I watched my penis split right down the middle. It happened so quickly, there was no pain, just a great wave of pleasure. What appeared before me looked to be what could only be impossible. I shut my eyes and thought of Mark as my mind was enveloped in ecstasy. Never had I felt such physically arousing explosions before as I grabbed each penis and started to stroke them off in unison. They changed underneath my moving webbed hands and I could tell they were getting bigger. It only took about a couple more strokes and a good squeeze from each hand to send jets of seamen through the air. I could feel both dicks pulse as the orgasm continued for what seemed like ages with thought of Mark buzzing through my head.

I quickly opened my eyes and saw two pink rods point up at me and cum running along my glistening abs. They both looked the same with a pointed tip and a row of ribs along the base. I put a hand on each one of my dicks and shuddered. I can't comprehend the feeling of having to dicks and being able to hold both only making it even more unbearably pleasurable. Even the sizes of them are almost twice the size of my old cock, each a good eleven or twelve inches.

My hands withdrew from my dicks due to the new protrusion of what seemed to be two fins beneath and on either side of each of my dicks.

"I'm starting to love saying that. 'My dicks.'" I snickered to myself.

Instead of seeing my usual ball sack it appears smooth despite the new fins which I didn't mind one bit. There was a short period of time while inspecting my groin area where my cocks both started to retreat and pull back into what seamed to be a slit that rested in between both of the new found fins. I began rubbing them to get myself acquainted to my new appendages when I felt a sharp pressure in the middle of my back and tailbone. This time it was not as pleasurable as before. Still it did not hurt it just caught me off guard. I had no chance to get my body situated on the couch for what was to come. I could feel my tailbone being pulled hard as I could only assume to be a tail being formed. My back also had the familiar feeling, a pointed fin began to grow pushing my back away from the couch.

The growing tail behind me didn't help either and with the combined force it rolled me off the couch and landed me side ways on the ground. As I lay there I embellished in the experience of growing a fin and a tail and as odd a feeling that was, it still was amazing.

I took a moment to gather myself and pretty soon I was sinking my claws into the couch, scratching my way to stand up. With the added weight of the new appendages it did take quite a bit of effort but with the added muscle to my legs I slowly raised to my big, clawed feet.

I didn't need to turn around to know what was there. I could feel it. Every muscle and every inch of skin on my tail I could feel. The initial shock wore off soon enough and I had already begun to swing it around like nothing. I turned my head to see a three-foot tail jutting out of my ass and waving around controlled by my own thoughts.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! HOLY SHIT!!!" Were the only words I could think of.

It felt so good! I had never experienced anything like this (obviously). But to have my own tail! It did not take long before I was able identify it as a shark tail. I even had little pectoral fins on the side of my tail. This is impossible. I also noted that it was helping me keep my balance so I could stay on my toes without the help of the couch. I also noticed the same white color of my stomach stained the bottom of my tail and of course the top of it was grey. Upon inspection I pointed out to myself a small slit on the base of my tail. I really had to lean in to see it and as I did a laid a finger along it. It only took me half a second to know that it was my asshole. It had moved along with the growth of my tail and now I was teasing myself by gently putting a tentative finger inside of it. I accidentally poked myself a little bit with my claw and decided to wait until I got a little bit more used to my shark hands. I took several minutes just rubbing my newly grown tail with my webbed fingers exploring every ridge and concave that I could reach before I remembered about my back.

I reached behind me as best I could and was able to rub it to some extent. Even though it wasn't as sensitive as my tail it still gave me shivers just thinking about my new dorsal fin. I was beginning to worry if it was going to be hard to sit down now with a huge tail and dorsal fin but that thought did not last that long. I was happy as long as Mark was going to be with me and deep down inside I new that he would love me no matter what. As a mate. As a friend.

With that thought I took a few awkward steps before tripping on the carpet and landing in front of the TV. I tried to get up again but then I felt the pressure again but this time in my head. I could see myself in the reflection of the television. I knew just by the reflection that I wasn't finished changing. I curled my big shark feet and anxiously waved my heavy tail back and forth with no effort as I waited to what was coming next. I could still tell that I had my original human face with gray skin except for the white skin leading from my chest up the front of my neck and stopping on my lower jaw and lips.

It didn't take long for the pressure to build especially around my mouth and neck. I could feel my mouth and jaw slowly extending out to form a type of muzzle. My neck felt like it was on fire and I soon realized why. Newly formed slits developed three on each side of my neck. As soon as they stopped growing the burning went away. The weirdest part was when I rubbed at them with my fingers I could feel them open up. Knowing that they were my new set of gills I was definitely going to have to get used to those.

Luckily I could still breathe air and I was doing well so far with the changes to my face. I felt my muzzle stop growing and noticed that my ears had disappeared as well as my hair. I was bald but it didn't bother me, I am a shark now after all. My eyesight went away for a few seconds and when I came back I could see a lot more as well as the muzzle on my face that was now my mouth. I could hear my teeth popping out only to be replaced with sharper bigger teeth. It felt strange opening such a big mouth especially now with the extra rows of sharp teeth I could feel with my tongue.

I looked back into the TV reflection and liked what I saw. A muscular shark man staring back at me. I also found if I concentrated hard enough I could shut my inner eyelids over my eyes to help me see underwater I am assuming. Whether or not it was for that specific reason I did not care. Mark was in the other room and needed to see him right away. See me for who I am.

I jumped to my feet with a new sense of balance and dexterity and started my way toward where Mark was but before I got out of the living room I heard a voice call out my name.

"John?!"

There was an otter gazing at me with his muzzle wide open in astonishment.

"Mark!" I answered back. Even though I have never seen a standing, talking otter man I knew it was my Mark.