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The Reef was packed, I would find ample prey there. I needed tonight to be a success. My hips swayed and my breasts jiggled, catching glances from nearly every man I passed....but I needed a woman. A woman less...paunchy...than my current form. I stole a glance down at myself, peering over my D-cups and struggling to pull the laces of my corset tighter, the leather creaking as my plump belly protested against the restraint. My...current occupant...squirmed as the ensconcing garment squeezed and constricted, and I patted my belly in satisfaction, admiring the swells of my breasts as the corset pushed them up rather enticingly too, the deep cleavage created more eye-catching than ever. She tried crying out again, squirms ceasing at last, and my tentacles flickered in annoyance as i clenched my beak, stifling the sound, my skin briefly shimmering a deep, pearlescent blue before returning to the carefully-chosen salmon tone I displayed tonight. Shut the fuck up...or i'll never let you out I glowered. She couldn't hear my thoughts, but my skin rippling over her briefly tightened to nearly-crushing encasement, and her protests tapered off. _Good. _

I sidled up to the bar, perching on a bar stool, tentacles flickering again as the metal creaked slightly gods damn you're fat.... I crossed my legs as femininely as I could manage, adjusting my tight pleated skirt to discourage any upskirt-glances, not that they'd see much in the dim light or through the mesh crotch of my fishnet bodystocking. I ordered my usual- Spawning Salmon on the Rocks- and gazed out across the club, lots of prospects tonight. It wasn't a "chick bar" per se, but femmes and fins of all inclinations frequented the joint, and it was far less conspicuous to pick someone up from The Reef.....particularly given my habits.

Three drinks in and I finally spotted the night's quarry. I caught the gleam of her eyes out of the corner of mine, she was shrouded in a far booth, wreathed in cigar smoke, a dolphin- or maybe a porpoise- I can never tell the difference...and it hardly mattered. As my eyes adjusted to the deep shadows, I could see she was lithe, slender, but curvaceous in all the right places, and just stacked enough to be called "busty:" a generous B-cup, perky and plump, barely concealed by a slinky pushup bra, leaving little to the imagination. My eyes trailed downwards over her exposed abdomen, clean, smooth skin with those shapely lines, just a hint of ab muscles leading down to low-riding chain pants, the straps of a thong riding high along her wide hips. _She'll do. _

I stood slowly, tentatively stepping towards her, dragging one hand along the edge of the bar surface as I met her gaze, my other hand nearing my buxom chest, fingers plucking at the collar of my corset...just hinting enough to be sure. She winked, downing her drink and beckoning me with a finger of her own.

Me knees nearly buckled as I took another step forward. I caught myself, barely, clenching my legs together, tentacles flickering in annoyance. Shit, forgot about the drink! My passenger may have been obediently silent, but she'd been downing the booze in my stead, all the easier for me to keep my wits about me...but her coordination now left much to be desired. I steadied myself, tightening around her, skin membrane constricting her thighs and calves, supporting her body myself and stepping forward more confidently. Hopefully nobody noticed...or perhaps she'll think I'm drunk. This might work in my favor..... If I could blush, I would, but I settled for sliding into her booth, adjusting my skirt and gesturing for the barkeep to send over another round.

"You sure you can handle another?" she grinned, eyes half-lidded as she blew a ring of smoke, ashing her cigar on the table surface. "Heh....just setting the mood," I cooed, beak clicking and cheek-ridges uplifting in my own version of a smile. "I've been watching you, think the mood is already set," the dolphin replied, one bra-strap sliding down her slender shoulder. She bit her lip and blushed as she eyed my cleavage. I like where this is going...

Drinks were swiftly forgotten and we were back at my hotel room in a flash, the quick ride there was of no consequence, and before either of us knew it we were entwined on the bed. She pinned me, straddling my plump stomach as she stripped her bra, those perky tits bouncing freely as her nimble hands slid down her hips, thumbs dipping beneath the waistband of those chain pants. _Almost ready.... _

Without warning, my occupant shifted, screaming audible through my skin as she arched her back and kicked her legs, my skin stretching tightly and distending as she tried to escape. Her hips bucked, forcing me up against the dolphin woman's groin. She gasped in surprise, tits bouncing again with the motion, and she crossed her arms across her chest with a blush. "W....what was that?!"

Had to act fast! I grabbed her hips in both hands and pulled her into a deep kiss, eliciting a sharp moan from her. I took that opportunity to slip three tentacles into her mouth, the coiling tendrils probing down her throat. Her eyes went wide. Then her body went limp. _Gotcha _

The venom would keep her unconscious for a few hours, but now comes the hard part. I rolled her body off of me onto the bed, she sagged against the pillows, and I stole a quick grope as I slid off the bed and stood up. _Supple....perky....can't wait to have them. _

I stretched a bit, unlacing my corset with a relieved sigh. You ruined the fun, doll....but it hardly matters, I still get what I want. I cupped my heavy tits in both hands, admiring myself for a brief moment. Can't say I won't miss these...but the rest of you is a hassle. She squirmed inside me, I think sensing her impending freedom. I slipped out of my skirt and shredded my tightly-stretched body stocking, the fishnets snapping easily. _Time to go. _

I forced myself to relax, skin rippling as it began to shift and move. I flexed and clenched, opening my beak wide, tentacles stretching in circumference around the orifice as the woman inside me inched out. Her snout breached me first, inhaling sharply and snapping angrily as she instantly started to yell "Let me go you son of a bitch! Nnnnngh!!!" I had to concentrate, my hands clenched into fists of their own accord as she strained and fought. She thrust her chest forward, forced our legs apart, my body stretching across every surface of her body as I began to push her out. My skin was stretched tightest over her hips and backside, her tail thrashing angrily, knocking against the nightstand, rocking the lamp, which flickered and buzzed. I rolled my musculature over those hips, forcing her upwards, leveraging myself by getting on my knees. Her head slid out of my mouth, and she snapped her jaws and sputtered, cursing and growling in indignant rage. I looked down at her over the flailing morass of my tentacles. That's right....Orca...heh...been so long I forgot. I stole another grope of that heavy, busty chest, my skin no longer taut across it, it felt like caressing a woman through a silk shirt. She yelped, thrashing suddenly "Ahoy! Cut that shit out, pervert! Fuck....nnnnnngh!" Had to respect a fighter, but not when I needed her out of my body.

It took nearly an hour, but inch by inch, foul-mouthed curse by curse, and the Orca bitch was finally out of my body. She took a swing at me, and I retaliated with a kiss, the same trick I used on the dolphin. She wouldn't remember a thing.

Now it's your turn I staggered back to my feet, steadying myself on the edge of the bed as I turned my attention back to the dolphin on the bed. The orca next to her snored lightly, worn out by her own struggling. It felt so....strange...not to have somebody inside me. I took a moment more to examine myself in the full-length mirror. Been a while.... i pinched the skin of my belly and chest, frowning in my own way, cheek-ridges downturned. My body- empty of any occupant, that is - is male, or at least, masculine. Octopoid and held up by my internal mantle and muscles, with no internal skeleton. My thin, tough membrane incredibly tight and stretchy, perfect for holding occupants inside my body, and conforming to their figures perfectly. I didn't like it when I was empty....it felt...wrong.

Given the choice? I'd be female any day of the week....the right curves, the sexy clothes, the looks of lust you get from men, the looks of jealousy you get from other women...it all felt so right. I'm sure that makes me transsexual or transgendered or any number of things. I'm not sick in the head. I just want to like my body. And I do that by taking over the bodies of other women.

It's not like they got hurt...my venom is a paralytic, it leaves them relaxed and unconscious, and the more I inject, the less they remember. Theoretically....I could digest them, my entire body is a stomach membrane...but it would take months, maybe years, and I'm no murderer...just....whatever i am. The Orca I'd just expelled had been inside me for a month now, I glanced down at her, the dim light reflecting off the various juices glistening over her naked form. Call me picky...I preferred to be a bit thinner than her...though I'll miss having those tits. Oh well, moving on...

The dolphin was breathing shallowly, a light smile on her as she lay spread-eagled on the bed next to the orca. I took advantage of that position for a moment and stole a taste, plunging my beak in between her thighs, tentacles probing betwixt the tight folds of her pussy. _All mine...let's do this. _

I took a step back, licking my beak clean of her juices and clucking in approval. I hated the first bit of this, my maw stretched wide, tentacles encircling the wide "O" of my beak as my jaw distended. Her tail was first, nice and easy as I gulped it down eagerly, but then came her feet....and let's just say I do NOT have a foot fetish. Had to be that way, and I suppressed my gag reflex and forced her in as fast as I dared. I felt that familiar tightness in my chest as her feet passed my neck, plunging into my gullet. I spent a little extra time on her hips and ass, relishing another taste of that cetacean cunt, tentacles spread and fondling the curves of her buttocks before her entire lower body was ensconced inside me.

My belly was growing tight now, I had to use my hands, guiding her into just the right position. My body is essentially empty inside, just a muscular digestive membrane, tight and form-fitting. I relaxed internally, rolling my hips upwards, and pushing her downwards. Her feet slipped into my thighs, then slowly plunged down past my knees, my shins, and finally my feet, hers slipping into mine like a pair of tight stockings. My two hook-clawed toes vaguely conformed to her five digits, three in one, two in the other, the heel molding to hers and clamping tightly around her ankle, then her calf....knees...thighs...hips....._there we goooooo....perfect. _

Legs are one thing.....tails are entirely another. I squirmed, groaning out with my mouth full as I felt her hips fit perfectly inside mine, skin tight around that perfectly-sculpted ass and smooth, smooth groin. My tentacles formed the tail. Two were half-merged, a birth defect I'd barely thought about before discovering my....interests. Her tail slipped inside the tentacles, and I felt them flicker, sensation rolling through my mantle as that thick tail fin of hers stretched me tight at the tips, they didn't conform to her perfectly, but nobody would be looking at my tail....not until it was too late.

Almost....almost baby..._I grinned despite myself, the dolphin's head finally slipped into my mouth. Her dorsal fin bulged out through my back, slotting into another tentacle, but that was the least important. I posed in front of the mirror, smiling deeply, a warm flush rising through my body as I examined my new figure. My belly was tight against her abdomen, outlining her abs just barely as the skin conformed to her every curve. My eyes followed those curves down to my groin, smooth and taught, framed by those wide hips and toned thighs. My skin conformed almost _too well, a deep cameltoe shown as it dug in between her folds. I could feel her clit throb, my nervous system nearly in sync with her body...if it came to sex, i could even delve deeper, it would be my pussy just as much as it is hers. Lastly, I cupped my breasts, perky, plump B-cups perfectly palm-sized, just big enough to create cleavage with the right outfit, but not so big as to be a hindrance. I wish they were bigger....but they'll do nicely for the time being. Trim, athletic, just busty enough to be an eye-catcher. She was perfect. I was perfect.

My coiled shell covers all the vital organs in my head- brain and nervous system and whatnot, but the rest of my head is just like my body, and the dolphin's head was tightly ensconced as well, her mouth matching up with mine, just behind the beak. I never asked if they could see out through my eyes...but I always got the sense they could. My face conformed to her contours, high cheekbones, strong jaw, the difference was minimal, and i smiled as I studied myself in the mirror some more, my own cheek ridges upturned, eyes squinting slightly. My skin was its natural translucent green, I didn't feel like changing colors, for now i just admired my new body. The dolphin was visible through my membrane, her slick, grey-black skin a shadow just under the surface, occasionally squirming or twitching. It would be a few hours until she woke up, so I took the opportunity to explore.

We were just about in synch. I could feel her heartbeat in my chest, every pulse of her veins through my taut skin, every twinge as I squeezed over her nipples, her clit, relishing the deep sensation as my body felt her pleasure. I looked over my slender shoulder, the orca was still snoring lightly on the bed. Hmm....speaking of pleasure...meh...better not. Plenty of time....

I rolled the orca onto her back, straddling her fat midsection with my new, supple, toned thighs, grinding my stolen clit against her navel with a rough bucking of the dolphin's hips and relishing the throb of pleasure I got in return. I planted a second kiss on her lips, tentacles probing down her throat, beak locked with her lips, a second dose of venom to keep her under a while longer. I moaned into her mouth as my new breasts pressed against her much larger pair. I stole one final grope, squeezing her plump orbs and feeling my suckers plucking and pulling at her smooth skin. _Thanks for the good times, doll....I'm sure gonna miss those. _

With that, I rolled off the bed, slipping into the dolphin's former ensemble- sans panties. Her chain pants hung loosely around my new hips, exposing my navel and leaving little below to the imagination. The bra fit much better, of course, conforming to these perfect, perky little tits just right, pushing them up to create deep and alluring cleavage. Not much else there, and I left the orca the clothes I'd been wearing previously. Not hers, originally, but they fit well enough. I took one last look at myself in the mirror. Not half bad...but I'll need to do some shopping, don't have any clothes for a body like this back home.

I slipped out the hotel room door, latch clacking closed behind me, and was on my way back to the Shoal, turning heads and drawing looks from more than a few horny fins as I strolled home, hips swaying with every step, perky tits bouncing. I still had a few hours until my new "guest" came to, so I hit up Rayfin on the way. It was mostly shark fashion...but dolphins were pretty damn close, and after tonight's success I was feeling pretty predatory. Besides, they had a good selection.

And what a selection it was! Tops, bottoms, shoes, lingerie, this place had it all! High end and high quality, I spent nearly an hour selecting a good week's worth of outfits to try on, relishing a moment of femininity that for once didn't come from the woman I'd engulfed. I stood in the fitting room, slipping out of my pilfered clothing and stretching out, flexing my skin and, by extension, my dolphin passenger's muscles. Her abs were fascinating. I've usually only been busty, somewhat paunchy women, and that had its perks. But this was different, her toned, firm body was gorgeous and fit. I stroked my hands over that belly, smiling as I felt her musculature through my taut skin. _Time for a little show. _

Couldn't try on the lingerie, of course, or the numerous bras and panties I'd selected, but I reckoned her at a small, with maybe a 32B cup. I tried on a few different skirts, pants, and even a dress or two, each time examining my figure closely. Hmm...not busty enough for the low-cut look. I'll have to go for form-fitting. I cupped my breasts pensively, looking at the clothes hanging near the mirror. I grinned, _Got it. _

Checkout cost me an arm and a leg- or, rather, the dolphin. It was her body, i'll consider it her treat...I'd found a fat money clip in the right cup of her bra, and i grinned smugly as I thumbed out a few bills to the cashier- a sea otter with frosted hair, his eyes went wide as I slipped an extra fifty clams, grabbing him by his waistband, sliding the bill into his boxers with a grin. "I'll be seeing you again soon, cutie." I sauntered out of the store, a bag in each hand, swaying my hips with a practiced ease as I winked at him over my shoulder, heh...might actually make good on that offer...

Finally home! I slammed my hatch door closed, flinging the bags from Rayfin onto the couch before slipping out of my current ensemble. I slid naked into the central pool, letting out a sigh of relief as the warm, briny water caressed my skin membrane, steam rising. I inhaled deeply, spiracles making a slight gurgling noise. My passenger was an air breather, she'd be fine. In truth my "victims" didn't get bad treatment. Their....occupancy....in my body is involuntary, sure, but I never digest them. The process takes an incredibly long time. The orca had been inside me for nearly a month, and had suffered no ill effects, I drew nutrients off of her top layer of skin, maybe a couple of layers, methodically- my metabolism was so slow i rarely needed to eat, so a month-long span with her inside my skin was more than enough. Like i said before, I never digested them fully, and I like changing often. This dolphin would tide me over for a long while yet. I breath for her, I feed and drink with her mouth inside my beak, keeping her healthy and alive inside me. And together, we form one perfect symbiont, even if she wants no part of it.

Resting my head against the cushioned rim of the pool, I drifted to sleep, hands sliding down this new, firm, belly, caressing and kneading the tight, chorded muscles of the abs, my hands eventually found their way between my new, toned thighs, and I spread my legs, feeling the skin stretching around the dolphin's muscles, and then a deep throb of pleasure as my membrane compressed her groin, soft pressure making the clit pulsate. One finger found its way between her tight lips, forcing my membrane deeper inside her, slowly plucking at her walls as my the barrier between my body and her body was nearly nonexistent, the cilia inside my stomach sac bonding to her nervous system at every contact point- her sensations were my sensations, and I shuddered in pleasure as I plunged my digits deeper, fingering myself. The dolphin squirmed inside me, a soft gasp escaping her lips, mouth gaping open and forcing mine open with it as she approached a climax. I felt her tits swell slightly, nipples perking up and my skin stretching around them. _So close! _

I arched my back, skin clenching tight across the dolphin's belly, hips, thighs, breasts, and ass, caressing her entire form from outside as I relished in those sensations. We came, hard. The dolphin's eyes snapped open as she orgasmed, a loud moan escaping my beak as her mouth gaped open inside mine, and her pussy clenched tight around my fingers, suckling at them (and my suction cups suckling in return). I rode that orgasm for all it was worth, her tail spasming along with my multiple tentacles, spasming before all falling still as we collapsed in unison, spent from a glorious orgasm. By the time the splashing had died down and the pool's surface returned to its normal flat, glassy state, we'd passed out. I suppressed a gag and slipped my tentacles back into my beak, dosing the dolphin one more time before I fell asleep, just in case.