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Leaning back upon the comfort of a sandy shoreline, a human figure stared out into the waters before him. He sandwiched himself between a far-off glow of campfires to his back and a bright full moon illuminated the ocean with an awesome white glow. Visiting this region had at one time been a point of great apprehension for this particular person in the past, but in the end he felt happy with his decision to just come here with a group of friends. The day time hadn't been the best of experiences, for he was one that enjoyed less noise and chaos, which the tourist-influenced town harbored in bulk. He was, as any of his friends might describe him, an extreme introvert. Never did he have the will to act out or relinquish inhibitions towards anything, and that especially included being open in a region of the world that almost begged one to let go.

The evening had come however, and this allowed him to laugh and enjoy the company of his friends as they sat around a fire. Being able to sit back and listen to the crackling of the waves allowed him feel content and further dismiss the stresses of the ruckus of a busy and densely packed island tourist town. Never did he believe that even a simple wind could illicit such a great sense of tranquility; warm ambient air fleeting with a cool sea-breeze felt almost therapeutic after a busy day. Being able to settle down and relax was exactly what he searched for in a vacation. All he wished to do was see more of the wildlife, for everything he saw so far had been exotic compared to the cool forested region of the world he normally lived in.

Something different caught his eye, breaking him from what seemed like a trance as he stared outwards. There appeared to be a figure in the water which he hadn't noticed before. Strange, he thought, since this area wasn't actually an official campsite, nor did any other people set up nearby. Looking back and forth, he saw no other fires indicating others settled down around here. Turning his attention towards the ocean once more he could clearly make out a humanoid shape, so ruling out that it simply was a large fish became easy enough. Not only that, but it became clearly evident the individual offshore flailed about as though struggling to keep above surface. Springing up he shout out to the one in the water, and no response came, save for a roaring laughter originating from his friends behind.

His heart felt as though it sank deep into his gut. Not only did a lack of response mean that the person was likely in trouble, but the noise coming from behind meant that the rest of his group wouldn't likely hear his own pleas for help. Biting his lip, he figured only one other alternative, and it didn't make him happy. Tearing down his shorts, he began to hobble towards the shoreline, revealing a pair of loose swim trunks which he kept on during the day, just in case he'd find himself in the water at some point. He just wished it wouldn't have to be for this reason. Kicking off a pair of sandals along with removing the shorts clinging desperately around his ankles, he'd flail in his own fashion in a heavily vested effort to quickly remove his shirt. He had never taken any sort of life saving courses, let alone how to properly rescue a drowning individual, thus he didn't prepare much prior to diving into the water. Not only that, but he seriously doubted how much he'd even be able to accomplish. Friends of his, by no stretch of the, labeled him as a particularly strong fellow. In fact he became renowned with his friends how lithe and weak he often seemed, but he couldn't live with watching someone drown be on his conscience.

One thing that the human didn't realize was how warm the ocean waters remained as night fell, for he fully expected to fight against a chilling bite once he splashed inwards. In normal circumstances he'd reflect upon how much more refreshing wading in the waters is compared to just sitting on land, but it became difficult enough to focus on the drowning person which he tried to reach. Losing grasp of the sand beneath him prompted him to quickly assume a swimming position, but once more he barely knew more than how to awkwardly float and paddle along; having to do that while fighting against increasing swells of waves became a strenuous venture. His arms already felt sore from swimming about half the distance from the shore to the figure he saw earlier. Not only that but he couldn't for the life of him figure out just where that other person had gone off to. Fears mounted in his mind that he may have been too late, and that they already sank beneath the waves. Chipping away at his mind, he also thought that perhaps he simply lost track due to the raising and lowering of the waves. Befuddled, yet determined, he swam ever onwards. Gasping every so often for extra air soon became an obvious poor choice due to engulfing a massive mouthful of salty water. The warm waters assailed his taste buds, and it stunned him at how terrible if felt with his mouth.

Becoming utterly fatigued after what in truth had only been a couple minutes, the good intentions of saving another person soon became an obvious mistake. Every stroke forward with his arms made them feel heavier, and simply lifting them into and against the waves felt painful. Both of the legs wiggled around beneath the water in quick little motions, equating to barely anything in terms of locomotion. Every breath came as a strained action. Every extra inch he moved felt as though he only sank downwards; waves pushing against the body or the lack of reaction he made allowed him to realize how little control he retained. Already tired due to a day of constant moving, and for one who barely exercised on his own time, caused the rescue attempt to slowly devolve into a dangerous situation for himself. He barely had enough energy to flail, just like the one he was swimming out to save. One final wave pushed against his head, as if it were a blanket covering his body to keep him below the waters.

A strange and flat object struck him in the face, or rather the water pushed him into it. The differing pressures of water pushing against his eyelids versus the open air kept him from wanting to open his eyes, but he could feel something below him clearly and very much wished to see it for himself. Wrapping his arms around the object, he much better felt the texture. It was strangely rubbery, and despite being slick from the water, he managed to keep a good enough grip with unaided fingers. What also helped immensely with latching his fingers around the object happened to be how, despite being generally so smooth, it possessed countless deep ridges in rounded patterns. If he didn't know better he had latched onto some sort of rock. The only thing keeping him from accepting this was how pliable the surface felt, almost akin to skin, giving the illusion of being soft. Stranger still, as he kicked with his legs, it seemed as though the same object mimicked his movements just beneath his own albeit larger. Whatever he lay upon tickled his nose every now and again by squeezing it in a noticeable rhythm, and in ways helped him from gasping reflexively for air in the panicked state. Only a few more stressful seconds passed by until he felt the water dissipate from around his head and recognized dry air above the waves.

Sputtering and groaning, the young adult opened his eyes slowly. He knew whatever he landed on helped him stay afloat, but he barely had the energy to try and look at what it could be. His heart felt ready to burst from his chest as it beat so heavily and with disturbing rate from the ordeal. It was then that he felt a gentle pressure atop his head, and his arm stretched up as though attached to whatever touched him. Soothing as it may have been it also disturbed him, for he quite distinctly felt what seemed like fingers attached to a hand stroking along the short and wet hair on his head. Opening his eyes he'd stare straight forward into complete blackness, with only his peripheral vision yielding results. What looked to be some sort of white coated texture showed itself, and rolling his eyes upwards made his breathing freeze.

It seemed strange enough that the objects he lay nestled between rounded themselves upwards to the sides of his face, and how he felt them escalating and lowering every few seconds. The reasoning for it being that he lay quite clearly atop the foreign body with his face partially wedged between two gigantic pectoral muscles. What made it so alien, however, was the individual's face. Originally he could have assumed them to belong to another person, the thought in itself causing his face to flush a deep red, but it became much more alien of a feeling than that. The face he barely looked at up above, it being still somewhat obscured by the being's own large chest, was a rounded black face bearing striking resemblance to that of an orca.

Slowly lifting his head, he simply stared. He made no sudden movements as he felt scared, and somewhat worried, as to how something like this could exist. His mind wanted to interpret the creature as being just another orca, but the matter of beautiful human-like sculpting to its body consistently proved him otherwise. His toes dug down into what he assumed to be the legs, itching and wiggling between the kneecaps and the calves, while the fingers fondled and poked along both arms and the surging power hidden beneath the skin. Trying to shy away, he'd find himself unable due to something tough blocking his path to move downwards. Without looking he presumed that to be the tail sticking upwards mostly because it halted his movement so well. He felt thankful that his life had been saved, but he wanted nothing more than to flee again, being so intimately close to a creature he thought might kill him.

The orca sensed how distraught the human felt, and once more the hand wrapped around the back of his head to give a gentle stroke. Next, however, the other hand trailed down the spine with the guidance of a finger, sending chills along it. He never quite felt anything like that, and he couldn't stop himself arching his back upwards against the smooth digit. Gasping out quickly while oscillating his breathing, it felt nothing short of purely magical with how well it calmed his nerves. It seemed the orca pinpointed the exact locations on where to press down before feeling against the bone of the spine, making it feel all the more blissful for him. It wasn't until the orca reached the bottom of the back that the actions took a sharp one-eighty, becoming a different type of pleasing. Smooth aquatic fingers arched quickly downwards, groping around his rump so as to allow the digits a quick and easy path to fondle the human's testicles. Widening his eyes after having let them close partially, he immediately jumped upwards both in surprise and undeniable pleasure. That same sensation felt along his spine transitioned perfectly to other locations, and in ways which he wasn't sure to be the best for him.

Ensuring the human didn't move too far off, the orca shifted the teasing hand up to rest just between the shoulders. Gently he'd etch a finger up and down in that location, once more bringing the land mammal to a lull. So much of one, in fact, that he barely gave resistance when feeling himself sinking below the waves once more. A quick reactionary breath was all he took to prepare for the descent, treating it like a normal dive, despite a part of his mind screaming at him to kick and flail. He did just survive drowning after all, and the body surely didn't want to experience something like that once more. A different side of his brain kicked in despite that, and devoted a strange sort of trust in the orca. He stared into the orca's olive eyes, having a soft blue tint guided with a beautiful sparkle that made him want to collapse entirely onto the broad chest and just curl up in happiness. Combining it with the smooth massages taking place and he felt encapsulated and controlled by a dreamy spell.

What surprised a bit more, however, was how the tail invaded his privacy very much like the hand did earlier. Shifting about, trying to get a bit more comfortable, he felt as the tail fluke pushed in alongside his leg, prodding and pushing out from the inside of his swim trunks. It felt surprisingly warm in a way, and not to mention possessing a curiously different texture to that of the rest of the orca's skin. If nothing else it made his shorts feel extremely tight as it pulled upwards by both trying to steal itself away further beneath the thin clothing and trying to lazily tug it away. Warmth from it seemed somewhat disconcerting from the start, and once he realized the texture contrasting from the rest of the skin, began to realize just what it was invading his privacy.

Nothing preluded to the coming actions, or so the human thought, as he very clearly felt his rump being used by the orca's shaft as an object to grind against. With every pull it seemed to further slip away his shorts, ensuring him that the sexual encounter isn't some little accident. He wished to believe that it was, for he never harkened himself to be promiscuous, but the hands of the orca lulled him in mysterious ways. The index finger of the orca always pinched harmlessly along with the thumb just between his shoulders. Each time they tensed, a further pulsing shaft could be felt grinding ever longer up along his backside. Somehow the two aspects worked together and encapsulated the mind. Perhaps it was the simple fact of such strange feeling skin interacting with his; rubbery fingers against the oily skin feeling absolutely divine due to how different it was from anything else he had felt. At the same time however, while closing his eyes, he could envision the orca's shaft. Strangely enough it seemed entirely human, disregarding an astounding size; this conclusion coming forth due to the top portion of the glans grinding against the skin having a very similar texture quality similar to a human glans. Just a couple more passes of that throbbing meat allowed it to hook enough times to finally pull away the swimming shorts.

Looking up towards the aquatic creature, the now naked man simply stared. Slinking back slightly more, thoughts of fear slowly overtook anything regarding a reserved pleasure. Naturally it brought him closer to the shaft, of which amounted to another aspect of questioning, but simply laying atop of such a muscular creature as though he were a bed was enough of a factor to make one squirm. Ducking down certainly didn't help, for that just made the black face seem more intimidating, for the pectorals protruded upwards like shelves to obscure lower portions of the face. At this point the orca finally bent down. All the while the giant hand still grasping behind the hairy head pulled it forward. If he didn't know any better, it was as though the orca wished for him to just let loose and come out.

At that thought the human clenched his hands while grasping at the larger body's muscular chest. Something hit him at that moment, and it caused him both a great deal of dread and bliss. It was as though an object had begun to prod at his back incessantly at the same time as the lower back muscles twitched to demand attention. Turning to look wouldn't be part of his agenda however, for the orca finally moved and parted his mouth just enough to lock lips with the human; the hand guiding his head and angling it. He wanted to tear away at that moment. The hand didn't clamp forcefully enough to restrict any movement, allowing him to understand that there were no feelings of hostility, but it was the eyes which kept him in position. Never could he recall staring at another person's face and bearing witness to such intense sentiments of compassion than now, let alone imagining it coming from anything but a human. Slowly, and shakily, he wrapped his arms up around the back of the orca's neck whilst his body straightened and relaxed.

A flood of emotions ran through the lounging individual, the tightness of his body loosening considerably. The eyes cast a spell on his passionate side, and he couldn't understand why. Perhaps it was the water around the head, constantly lapping at all sides of the wet bodies, or possibly with how well they captured the moonlight within them and reflected it back to bring out the full spirit hidden in the eyes. Whatever the case he gave in, and the balance between confusion and joy shifted, leading more towards the positive spectrum mere moments later. It felt awkward, in a way, to lock lips with a creature that didn't truly possess them, let alone have a vastly different shaped face. A pointed face lended itself as being aggressive when displaying acts of passion, yet never actually diminishing the warming display. While he expected the scent to be horrific, like that of fish or old wet clothing, instead the orca continued a pleasing combination similar to the sea air; the only defining smell to let him know it was indeed the orca being a heavy masculine musk along with an endearing warmth. Finally, for the first time, he felt his own arousal growing. In a way it embarrassed him with how quickly it rose as it grinded against the smooth skin below him. It put into perspective the size difference between the two in a more abstract sense.

Just enough time passed for the orca to finally fulfill his next move. All of the warming sensations slowly tingling beneath the human's skin broiled quickly once the tip of the shaft was felt prodding between his buttocks. Right as he tried to tear away from the kiss to look back, his savior dipped beneath the waves which nearly claimed his life earlier. Closing his eyes once more, it forced him to focus and not depend too heavily on his sense of vision. Every inch of the giant head that parted his rump caused the eyes to clench all the more to help with focusing on not making the penetration any more difficult. Feeling the smear of the pre-seed against his skin, even through the water, allowed the receiving individual to understand just how pent up his partner became over the course of their time together. That small aspect helped lesson the difficulty of the situation, as a surprisingly gentle push from the orca pushed the shaft forward and inward. Gasping into the other's mouth and clenching tightening the hold of his arms, the human felt like crying just from that slight bit of body. He knew the shaft was large, but being unable to look helped to exaggerate it in his mind; the glans already feeling similar in size to one of his glutes.

Something else triggered in the consciousness of the smaller partner, and one that confounded him greatly through the heat of the moment. A different pressure formed just slightly further up his body. Where the orca's movement had been inwards, this instead became a outwards push. Not only that, but it seemed like his very skin was stretching awkwardly, combined with a soreness not unlike his legs felt earlier when strained, but instead as though a third and more prehensile leg molding, pushing out. Above, on his back, similar sensations tingled beneath the skin, having a much less pronounced sensation. If anything the actual act of it would have gone unnoticed if not for the feeling of water slapping against it idly. His back twitched constantly as it registered these as new sensations, and yet he couldn't understand why that was the case, for it simply felt like water against his back. It took a few moments for it to dawn on him, for after he squirmed slightly more upon the other's body, the friction between the two decreased dramatically compared to before. Along with this it also simply felt much more smooth, and strangely at the same time so much more receptive.

Locked still within the kiss, the human tried to regulate his breath as much as possible while beneath the water. Everything about his current condition both confused and aroused him all the further, for every slight movement could be felt in full taking place. In particular he noticed how skillfully the orca showcased his abilities when pleasing another individual, and apparently especially when dealing with one who is smaller. His body felt much more flexible, at least over time, as spreading his legs shouldn't have normally helped the orca in penetrating his otherwise tight anus. His flesh clenched down upon the meat pushing into him, tighter to it than skin, coaxing it just as much as it tended to his insides. Perfect angling allowed the orca to push and grind against the prostate with a full on blunt force, and every time the shaft retracted, the large and puffed glans caught and rubbed that tough organ relentlessly. The force of the thrusts became enough that he bobbed up and down upon the shaft, while his testicles even gained a small bit of attention as a result. It had been enough, in the very least, to allow his member to gain its own teasing sensations, as his head poked just barely against the lower musculature of the abdominals. He grinded his face in against the orca's, almost trying to emulate a loving nuzzle, as his face blushed heavily. A thought crossed him that, perhaps, he may try to display more affection than normal for a human. In a way it felt extraordinarily pleasing in itself, as if lighting up nerves beneath the skin which hadn't ever been utilized. Holding the actual kiss proved more difficult for some reason, yet more natural, as though his face conformed to the orca's. Moving back and forth, a tail slowly swayed in the water.

A tail moved behind him that most certainly did not exist prior to now; all strange sensations converging mentally. Suddenly hitting him strong enough that it felt like a physical object struck him, he finally had it in his mind to check on his own physical well-being. Breaking away from the passionate lock the duo's lips had been in, he swiftly turned his head to look behind him. Opening his mouth, letting out a surging stream of air, he could barely believe his eyes. Patches of his skin began to change, most of them having completed a metamorphosis by now, as the peach colors made way for the shining black generalized with the species he lay atop of. It wasn't the act of the sexual intercourse which wrought forth the warmth bubbling forth, but instead the simple metabolizing taking place and releasing heat as its byproduct. Just barely, with the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his newly grown dorsal fin nestled firmly in the upper center of his back. A deeper blush crossed his face, or at least the warmth from the flushing blood to his face felt; he was able to not only take in the sight of his new tail, lifting submissively, but as well the engorged pink shaft of the other orca which likely didn't penetrate even halfway into his own form despite all the work and time spent towards the thrusts.

Pulling his attention back, the larger orca pressed his fingers against the once-human's cheek to bring it back into a much deeper kiss. It wasn't just for the act, but also to ensure the transformed human didn't lose too much air; exhaling, using his own reserves to ensure the other remained comfortable. Closing his eyes, the morphed individual returned the affection with invigorated gusto. Pushing deep into the other's embrace and tilting his head every which way in an effort to better lock the pair together. Wiggling his tongue ever so slightly to invade within the other orca's mouth, he had to stop for just a moment to sensationalize on the new teeth felt within his mouth. They were much more spaced out, lacking the specific form of a normal human mouth, but at the same time gaining more precision for slicing as a predatory asset. If nothing else it just made him wish to feel within the other's mouth, and hook his now much more broad tongue with his partner. Both of the creatures sucked and tugged at each other's muscles.

Eventually the newly formed orca began a counter thrust against atop the other's shaft, pushing down both in wanting to feel the fullest of the sexual intercourse, but also to take full advantage of a new body. Everything felt so new, yet as if it was a part of him all this time but only hidden away. It was here that he realized how limber his body had become while accentuating the musculature hidden beneath his skin. For the first time he saw the definition of strength coming forth, and while every aspect of his body remained dwarfed by the other's body, he at least became completely enthralled. Arching his back up, he aided in creating a higher level of bliss between the two by twisting himself, albeit it coming in slow and strained motions for the massive member at the same time made him feel much more stiff.

Rewarding him for his actions, the larger aquatic creature smoothly reached down to gently massage at the smaller shaft. The fingers wrapped around the entirety of its circumference, padding down with the tips, attempting to find the more sensitive regions for his body; the thumb pressed against the top of the glans, blocking the urethral slit and thus kept back a once steady flow of pre-seed. Every time the other's shaft pressed with more effort against the prostate, a stronger massage came forth against his own as the fingers seemingly danced with magical precision in finding the greatest areas of bliss.

Each second that passed created for a more intense push, burying the monstrously large shaft ever deeper into the new body. Feeling himself stretch to his limits, he tore once more from the kiss to straighten his body fully, retracting his hands from a hug to instead push down against the other's pectorals. Gritting his teeth slightly, he focused entirely on contracting his anal sphincter and muscles further within to better massage. It was a strange feeling, having this much control while considering himself so unskilled, yet once more it all came natural without practice. His body tightened enough so that he could directly feel the larger fellow's heartbeat through his shaft, speeding quickly along with the powerful throbbing, letting him know fully well that a climax approached fast. The only thing keeping him from feeling his own, as he let loose a pitiable series of writhing, was how well the other orca kept contained his orgasm. The fingers pressed against the underside perfectly in a line to keep back an impending rush of seed, with the thumb sealing the deal. Every tiny movement between the bodies created a greater tension for him, as each pulse felt inside his shaft became more incessant and demanding. Liquid could be felt welling up without escape, and at the same time gaining more pleasure, creating an exponentially increasing level of pure ecstasy.

In a single moment, slowed down by time through sheer heavenly euphoria, the other orca finally released his shaft. A strand of thick seminal liquid shot forth through the water, dispersing almost instantly, spreading partially along the pronounced musculature he lay upon. He felt his testicles bobbing along with every pseudo-muscular contraction taking place within his member, shooting forth his ejaculate in a steady rhythm complimented with a slow and steady massage from his partner. Everything played to increasing his bliss beyond that of normal mortal comprehension, as even the water surrounding him and restricting any breathing helped trigger his brain to do nothing but build up all pleasure. Retrospectively it became a matter of huge respect towards control, for the larger orca managed to continue pleasing despite drilling into his rear. He felt ready to split in two from the final thrust, but he knew it still didn't even hilt him, and giving thanks, the other orca showed as much control as he did. The shaft already created its own silhouette through his body; the belly bulging and revealing the hot meat buried within. With that final thrust came with it the feeling what seemed like a flood of heated liquid spreading forth deep within his body, pushing him beyond that sensation of being filled, to outright bloated. If nothing else this helped in the quick and powerful thrusting that took place during the orgasm, the liquid coating and working deep into every portion of the smooth inner muscle, causing it all to seem so much more surreal. Even through the water he heard the distinct wet slaps from a thicker liquid oozing out from his anus and down the giant member, differentiating it from the normal swishing of water. While his orgasm died down after just a few seconds, the larger orca's continued for what seemed like several minutes, thoroughly filling his body in a way that the shaft could not due to its size.

Raising above the water, taking a deep breath of much needed air, the filled orca simply stayed in his erect position while being guided by the larger body beneath him. The hand upon his shaft massaged and milked his member for everything that his body contained, and in return he squeezed his rump and body as much as possible to extend the other's pleasure. Without him realizing, the two had slowly drifted onto shore, where finally the larger orca retracted and contained no intention of pushing back inside. Despite that fact he had to cringe all the while and finding it difficult to want to let go of the filling sensation the fellow orca's shaft provided. Every inch which retreated made him feel all the more empty until it finally pulled free of his tight interior. Gasping with relief and collapsing upon the other's chest, he closed his eyes. His body was stiff and sore, not only from the sexual acts, but simply from the transformation that took place. The morning sun could barely be seen lighting the night sky as he fell into a quick sleep.