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The Deepking - The Shallows

Prologue

It was an inevitability.

When Roy Buckmeir had been hired for his adventurous history and archaeological experience to survey the last resting place of the Ocean King, there was never any doubt that Baypark Petroleum would make sure that they got something for every cent of their investment. 'Going missing' would not be an excuse. Honestly, it was a surprise that they waited two weeks before sending a search party.

The Buckmeirs came from an era of boy adventurers and manly scientists going out into the field, wrestling tigers, evading traps and making love to women from exotic, forgotten cultures. It was universally accepted that they were a little eccentric and no doubt that after a week or so of harrowing danger, they would return with a new adventure to sell to the biographers and publicity for the company that had hired them.

Still, two weeks was a little much.

Whichever executive had decided to delay the rescue had either been naive or had so little regard for human life that they pushed it down the priority list until it became urgent.

Not that I was complaining.

In those two weeks, I had gotten to know my fellow comrades-in-arms, the knights of our Lord the Deepking, far more intimately than I had ever hoped. Sure, I had read the tales of Roy Buckmeir's adventures and how he often had sex with the natives and if it wasn't him, in recent years, it was his son, Bradley. Their ever-present guardian, Brock, would sometimes get in on the action. Needless to say, I was excited to be part of this expedition. There had been some hope in the back of my mind that we would find some survivors from the Ocean King's disastrous maiden voyage somehow living out on this abandoned island, having made a utopia for themselves. A foolish thought, naturally, as everyone was accounted for when they left the grand ship to rot.

It didn't matter because what we found instead was so much better.

As I quietly sat with my legs dangling off the edges of the deck watching the small boat arrive on a distant shore, I reflected on how lucky I was to be welcomed into a much greater family; to have been given a a purpose that was far more fulfilling than just playing the pilot for a heartless oil company.

My long tail thumped against the metal deck excitedly. Two weeks ago, my lord had told us of his plans to once again take to the seas. The metal shell that he was bound to was still in disrepair. What little strength, materials and energy my self and my fellow knights could offer him with our lovemaking might be enough to maintain his awareness and physical shape but it would not be enough to shake off years of neglect and repair the damage to his hull. No. We needed more in our kingdom to help with the repairs and after that, maintenance. We were not strong enough to go seeking out prey but the Buckmeirs' reputation and Baypark's greed would eventually provide us with the means to progress our plans.

These past few days had stretched my patience thin but now that the patrol boat had finally landed, I was all too eager to begin. There was an undeniable itch to stick my cock down one of those men's throats and feel their mouths change into the broad beak of an orca around my member. To feel their tongue lengthen and gain flexibility against my own, to feel the touch of their bodies lose that fragile, fleshy, pink skin to be replaced by the taut flesh of a marine mammal stirred my loins. No offense to my brothers-in-arms but there was nothing quite feeling another man change while intertwined with you. Sex with the others and especially my liege lord was it's own pleasure, something in it's own league but sometimes, one craved variety.

And these men would offer much needed spice.

Warm hands glided across my back, brushing against my fin and making me quiver. My king's mere presence had my cock hardening, the black glands emerging from my alabaster foreskin. Grey precum with an opalescent quality to it dripped down the underside of my dick in excitement.

“I know you are excited to begin," my lord and king and whispered into my ear with his sonorous, sensual voice. “But we must be patient. The ocean does not rush into battle." He leaned down towards me, levelling a mighty hand beside my face, palm flat and facing down. “It waits until an opening is made and…" Fingers closed into a fist, showing off the might of his grip. “…then crushes the opponent with all of its might."

His form radiated such sensual power that it was ineffably seductive. The sight of those thick, vascular forearms so close to my head brought back memories of nights spent curled up against his frame, alone and basking in the moonlight as he thrust one of his mighty dicks into me. Precum was already soaking my loins and I could not help but trace the roads his veins made across his forearms with my tongue.

“I understand, m'lord."

He gently cupped my chin, turning his blazing, passionate blue gaze towards me. “Then come. You have much potential, my good knight. It is time that I truly knighted you."

Excitement bubbled from my chest, my heart racing to the beat of a tango. My flesh yearned for his touch and as I turned around, I found that he, too, yearned for me. Both his monolithic cocks were already completely erect, dwarfing mine in their majesty and their tips brushing up against my nipples, the succulent fluids they produced leaking down my pectorals and onto my abdominals.

“I live to serve, my king."

He smiled at me, pulling my chin closer to his. “Good."

Our lips met and it was like I was being swept up in a current of something much greater than myself. I was but a single drop of rain falling into a vast ocean of sensuality, power and masculinity. Every cell in my body screamed in adulation like they wanted more than anything to be part of that vast potential. My hands, moving of their own accord, latched onto the Deepking's broad, scalloped shoulders, holding on and perhaps trying to dig my fingers into the mass. By legs lifted, curling around his waist and pulling my cock to become sandwiched between the two mammoth spires of manliness. His tongue dove into my mouth, diving down my throat and lashing about like the unruly ocean.

He was reaching deep into me more than physically. He was reaching into my very soul. I could have dissolved into that ocean, let go and be absorbed into the vastness of the endless sea. But my king is benevolent. He is kind and generous. Instead of me becoming a part of him, he injected me with some of his divine might. If I was but a single drop of water in the ocean, he was turning me into another sea. I was but a vessel for his might, an instrument of his will!

His tongue lashing within my throat was the conduit for the change. Power radiated from it and with every thrash, he changed me from within. It started off as a tickling sensation, like someone was drawing a feather against my insides over and over. It began to build, my muscles tensing all over my body, rubber bands being stretched taut and to their limit.

Then I felt him reach forward, grabbing my ass and slowly lifting me up to allow for his cocks to slip in behind me. It came as a shock when he grabbed the base of both his dicks and began to guide them both towards my ass. I had only ever been able to take one at a time, straddling the other between my thighs. Even Brock, the biggest of us all, had never been able to take my lord's twin dicks at the simultaneously. There was no time to protest. Nor did I want to. The desire in my body had evolved into a need.

I wanted him in me.

The sensation of those two, massive glands pressing up against my ass filled me with a bit of trepidation but that was quickly washed away by the flood of power that filled me. Fear turned into courage. I could do this. I could take him! There was resistance - of course - but just when I thought that I could not stretch anymore, there was another inch that my ass could give. The blistering rods slid into me, pressed up against one another, his hot precum oozing straight inside of me. They gave me more and more strength and I could feel is power seeping into my cells, rushing into my very soul and making me stronger!

The stretched elastic bands were still being pulled to its limit. A loud pop erupted from the base of spine, just above my tail. An electric shock of pleasure that was almost painful in its intensity shot through my entire body, causing my eyes to flutter and tears to well up in the corners. Another pop sparked, a little higher this time and I lurched upward instinctively, diving further into that ravaging kiss. One after the other, my spine kept on popping, each instance occurring a little higher and each one adding another inch to its length until even I was at level with my lord's lips.

The muscles all over my back and torso were stretched taut, thin sheets of meat being stretched over a skeletal frame that far outgrew it. I shook, I quivered, trying to hold on… Then the Deepking's hand gently stroking my back and another few inches of his cock dove into me. His hand settled just above my tail…

… and the rubber band snapped.

Blasts of electric pleasure burst from the small of my back. There was a loud noise like gravel being tossed around in a fleshy sack. The muscles there expanded, ballooning out to fill the gap between it and my lord's fingers. My muscles were eager to fulfil his expectations, to pleasure him, that they expanded to the point where his fingers sank into the valley of my spine and had a secure handhold there.

He ran his hand a little higher up and the muscles there expanded to match, my lats flaring out all the more and spreading my shoulders apart. The moan I emitted was one of joy and victory. His hand slipped towards my front, every muscle he touched expanding rapidly until they settled on my abdominals. The muscles there felt like they had undergone a whole day of planking but the moment his fingers ran across them, they exploded forward with such enthusiasm that it almost seemed like they were eager to consume his fingers between their rigid crevasses. His index finger actually sank between the walls of four of my abdominal muscles.

His gentle touch traced the line of muscles upwards, one finger sliding between my pectorals. Both shelf-like muscles surged forward emitting that strange noise of rocks thrashing about in flesh. Rigid striations like the bars of a piece of sheet music formed long bands from one side of my pectorals to the other, perfectly symmetrical. The valley between my pectorals was deep enough that they consumed by Deepking's finger up to the knuckle.

So consumed was I by his tender, sensual touch that I didn't notice his other hand sliding behind my back. Another eruption crashed through my body. Deltoids lurched forward to immediately meet his palms and the crevasse of my spine deepened, consuming the base of my fin. Compared to my rising muscles, my fin almost seemed so minuscule. That was when the hairs stared growing. His fingers rested as the base of my neck and he slowly drew it down my spine. Where he touched, long, thick, golden hairs began emerging. I don't know how I knew this was happening, but I could just sense the mane springing up like he was a god of nature and wherever he touched, life just blossomed. His finger ran over the curve of my fin, fur emerging around the edges of the appendage but leaving the flanks completely bare. He traced the outline of my fin and continued all the way down to the base of my spine. All he had to do was just trace the gentle curve of my tail a few inches and the rest of my body knew what to do. The mane continued to grow well past where his fingers stopped, streaking down all the way to my fluke, tapering off there.

That triggered the change through my tail and again, there was a fiery explosion of pleasure and pain in my tail. Just in time as half of his twin dicks had pushed deeper into me. My already long tail felt like it was being filled with so much blood and power. This was different from the rest of my body which seemed to stiffen with all the mass that was being added. It was getting looser, more flexible. It thumped the metal of the ship's deck beneath me, coiling and thrashing from side to side as it continued to lengthen to the point where it began to pool around beneath me like a squirming rope or… or… a snake.

My tail began calling to the rest of my body and my legs instinctively began to uncurl from around my lord's waist. This undeniable force called to my limbs like a siren song. My hamstrings pressed against the warm expanse of my tail, the soles of my feet pushing up against the underside of the flexible appendage. Raw power emanated from my tail, a power that was unlike anything else that I had felt and it spread out to consume my legs. Flesh melded with flesh and the skin of my tail stretched out to pull my legs towards it. Muscles, skin and bone merged with the expanding length, adding to its mass and reinforcing what would become my primary form of locomotion. Without my legs holding me up, however, the Deepking's cock were free to delve deeper and deeper into me. It took me a moment to realise that my lord's cocks were now pushing into my front. The change in my anatomy had shifted my anus to just below my balls. Somehow, I just knew that his would not be used to excrete waste. It was to be used for direct access for my lord and king.

But my legs were thick and not all of its inherent power would be used for my tail. Some of the mass flooded into the lower half of my body but the rest rocketed up toward my erect cock, pumping it with length and size. My manhood throbbed with a pulsing need that almost saw it vibrating. Each pulse had it expand, crawling up inch by inch up the Deepking's rigid abdominals and oozing increasingly darkening precum down his perfect skin. I tried to hold back the oncoming flood but that only saw that pressure double-back into my balls and cause those to expand and widen, two massive orange-sized orbs resting on my king's cock hilting into me.

I could not hold back the tide.

The moment my lord slammed into me, he shot his wonderful, warm juices inside and all the power that had been used to change me, to see me evolve, doubled in the span of a second. I couldn't contain it all and my whole body tightened, muscles going rigid and every limb in my body locking up. I threw my head back, breaking away from that kiss and let out a cry of triumph, my song as I was reborn into the world.

All the pressure came blasting out of of my cock, spraying black seed all over my master in a geyser of joy and ecstasy. But it was not enough to alleviate all the pressure. Some of it still raced up my upper body, rocketing past my lungs, shooting up to the back of my throat. I instinctively closed my mouth, trying to hold back the something that was building in there as I didn't want to waste any of the beautiful essence that he had given me. But it was like holding back the tide; it was impossible.

My jaws were forced open and my tongue came lashing out like a bright pink geyser. It launched high into the air, a long, sinewy, strong rope that lashed out and sprayed a faint, bluish venom in all directions. It cracked like a whip and snapped like a snake. Cum sprayed out of my cock in joy, celebrating my complete transformation. Much like the tide, there was that rush of relief as my cum came spraying out of my dick quickly followed by every muscle in my body relaxing… only for it to tighten up again and unleash another blast.

I don't know when it happened but my serpentine lower half curled around the Deepking and we were suddenly on the floor, his arms around me while my coils were around him. His lips suckled on my neck while my tongue continued to lash back and forth, my eyes shut tightly as the pleasurable explosions were almost blinding. Over and over we came, his seed pumping into me and mine oozing all over his perfect, sculpted chest.

The sun was starting to set when, finally, the flood ended and I lay exhausted, my extremely long tongue hanging off the side of the ship while he cradled me in his strong arm.

“Now you are ready," he whispered into my ear.

With all the will I could manage, I retracted my tongue. It took a minute given how long it was but eventually, I was able to smile and utter my oath of loyalty.

“All aboard the Deepking."

The Shallows

The search crew had found the original campsite that I had begun constructing before the Deepking had called out to me. They were naturally puzzled, confused and maybe even a little scared. Certainly the hurried way the campsite had been abandoned coupled with the fact that all tracks of our passing had now been weathered away by time left them with little to go on. That only worked to my advantage. Their guard was up but they were looking inward - towards the island and the wreckage of the Ocean King. They were not looking towards the ocean.

Three boats were moored on the sands, naturally docked on the western shore to avoid the very reefs and rocks that had devastated the Ocean King. Two of the boats were more practical, almost spartan and militaristic. But the last, the largest of them all, was a tremendous yacht that looked more at home in some socialite club than out in the open seas. This was my first target.

Most of the men were on the beach, huddled around fires and heat lamps while eating dinner and exchanging stories and theories. Few people were left on the boats and those that were didn't stay long. One young man was perched on the deck of the yacht, muttering under his breath while he took a mop to the polished, wooden deck. This man had a strong, lean build compressed into the brown and grey uniform of Baypark Petroleum's security branch.

Baypark Petroleum was big enough that it had its own division that effectively functioned as a private military. The oil business could be very competitive, after all, often leading to some harsh competitions between sites. While not as well armed as an actual military, they were nonetheless well-equipped. There was a stun baton hanging from this particular human's waist and a gun in a holster above his tight rear. Most other members of the security force wouldn't have much more than that. It would be very easy to bring them all to the fold of the Deepking here and now but their numbers were still a concern. Caution was my best weapon.

Only my head emerged from beneath the dark waves as I observed this young man from behind one of the other ships. He had Asian features with slanted almond-shaped eyes and dark brown hair that was almost black. The few days at sea had given him a little bit of stubble but nothing to truly call a beard. His wry build spoke of some great, inner strength that made me lick my lips.

I felt the touch of the Deepking within me, resonating within me; a song that was so ingrained into my very being that I could tell it was being sung wherever I was.

“Feel the seas around you. Feel the water. Feel the man."

I closed my eyes. In the darkness, I could feel the call of the ocean within my mind. The ocean, the source of all life. Life much like this Collin Wu who grumbled about having been trained for four years as a part of BP's security force only to be reduced to mopping the deck of an expensive yacht because some arrogant archaeologist wanted to make sure his ride was polished and clean. Wu already had misgivings about the job. He was stationed on a relatively nearby oil platform and often had to do without the comforts of home for months at a time.

Little surprise. A 'security consultant' for an oil rig rarely needed more than a high school education. It paid very well though. There were inherent dangers with living out in the middle of the ocean especially on a volatile platform with highly combustible material running through its veins. But Collin would have preferred months of isolation to playing bodyguard to an entitled, rich old man.

That one piece of information intrigued me.

Who was this old man? Why was he here? What had they gleaned from our camp?

All that would be known to me once I brought Collin and the rest of his crew into the fold. He would no longer have to worry about isolation; he would be part of a loving, caring family under a caring lord.

Quietly, I slithered forward, using my new, serpentine lower half to propel myself quietly forward. Not a sound was made over the gentle lapping of the ocean. Ignorant of my presence, Collin Wu decided at that moment to take a break and lean against the railing on the stern of the yacht. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and rested his mop beside him as he stared listlessly at the starts above.

“One of the perks of this job, I guess," he mumbled. “This night is beautiful."

I emerged from the waters right beneath him. The sides of the ship were too slippery to cling upon so I had to act fast. Any noise would attract undue attention and if they found Wu to be missing, then the search party would be on even higher alert. My heart was racing in my chest. This would be the turning point of humanity's fate.

The Deepking whispered to me, his voice radiating from deep within my own soul.

“I have faith in you, my loyal knight."

His words empowered me, steeling my resolve and hardening my cock at the same time.

Silent as the night but as fast as lightning, I leapt from the waters, landing easily right in front of Collin. The junior security guard never got a second to exclaim in surprise as I quickly coiled my serpentine lower-half around his body, constricting him while also slamming my lips against his. My tongue snaked out and brushed against his. Every part of his body instantly went rigid including his cock which went from soft to erect in the time it took for me to fully constrict him.

I paused a moment, relishing the taste of the man in front of me while simultaneously keeping aware of anyone that may have noticed my intrusion. Someone laughed in the distance and there was a clinking of glass. Still unaware and ignorant of the great ascension awaiting them.

Perfect.

My venom was working its way through Collin's system and though he was fully incapable of true mobility, there was terror, confusion and just the faintest spark of arousal in his deep, brown eyes. To calm him, I gently caressed his cheeks, brushing the back of my fingers against his high cheekbones. How curious that my hand was big enough to consume his entire head. It would be so easy to crush his skull. Yet that would be a waste. The Deepking would benefit more from his ascension than his death. Not to mention that I was growing aroused as well and I was eager to feel him change as I had been changed by the Deepking.

But the yacht was nowhere to do it.

My hands were free so still with him wrapped in my coils, I grabbed the railings of the yacht and brought us to hang over the edge. It was slow going as I was effectively carrying a 180-pound man with me but my flexible coils ensured that I didn't make a sound as I slowly lowered him into the cold, dark waters. There was panic in his eyes as his heavy boots sank beneath the waves but I again gently caressed his cheek, gliding my tongue over the roof of his mouth. He had no idea what was happening but the fear in his eyes faded if only just a little. As his whole torso fell beneath the waters leaving only his head exposed, he started to calm somewhat. The euphoria of arousal started to creep up from his groin, overtaking his senses. My venom only exacerbated the process with his cheeks starting to flush with colour.

Now he was ready.

The length of my tongue pushed deeper into his throat, an inch at first but then a little deeper until I brushed against his uvula. A gag reflex momentarily kicked in and he convulsed. Those muscles and nerves began to relax as my venom continued to suffuse throughout his body. With a gentle motion, I wiggled my tongue slowly down the back of his throat, being sure to leave enough room for him to breathe. Each inch that I pushed into him, I made sure to bull back two before thrusting in deeper, mimicking the motion of slowly penetrating him from behind. The half-lidded stare that he gave me indicated that he was clearly enjoying the experience.

Floating out in the ocean provided very little stability especially since I was using my lower half to keep him restrained for now. This was for his safety. If I uncoiled him now, his paralysed body would sink and he would drown. I think he knew that and it was this understanding that eased his conflicted feelings all the more. Still, I pressed us up against the hull of the ship, planting my hands and thick arms against the gentle slope of the ship.

A smile crawled across my beak and I gently pulled my lips away from his but left my tongue firmly embedded into his throat. He blinked a few times before the redness in his cheeks grew brighter. As I straightened, he got the see the full majesty of my form in the moonlight, two feet of my tongue coiling in the air between us. There was a spark in his eyes; a hidden message that proudly exclaimed: 'I want that'.

That opened the doors, even if only by a crack.

The paralysis over his body did not cease any sensations he was feeling so he fully felt the powerful tingling sensations that were overtaking his toes. It started off mild. Just a simple sensation like a mosquito biting the tip of his toes; forcing him to wiggle them a little in his water-logged shoes. The itch intensified. Every time he sated it by brushing his toe against the inside of his shoe, it came back with double the force until he was wildly wiggling his toes. Defying the fact that he should have been paralysed, Collin's eyelids fluttered at the rapid barrage of satisfaction and need that came from the ritual.

The venom coursed through his veins, seeping into his toes, pooling into them. Mass for his bones were quickly absorbed by the surrounding muscle. Those useless toenails sank into his flesh. Rounded tips began to taper off and lengthened, coiling up against the insides of his boots. A soft moan rose from his throat, the first sound he ever made even if it was muffled by my tongue. Each toe grew to three times it's length, each one like a pink, fleshy serpent that fought for some room in the constraining boots. What had been his big toe and pinkie toe had the luxury for starting to curl backwards towards his heel but the others were squirming and quickly running out of space. More and more of his bones and flesh was absorbed into the growing tendrils, divides in each appendage spreading up the rest of his foot and crawling up towards his ankle.

By then, there was no more room to grow.

The middle 'toe' on his left boot had enough and shot through the cap of the boot. A wave of relief quickly washed over Collin, recalling sensations of post-coital afterglow. Taking the lead of their brother, the other toes burst through the fabric of his boots, once again free to grow and expand. Ten new tendrils - five on each leg - shot through the frame of their boots, ripping the brown shoe aside vengefully, punishing it for having dared to constrain its growth. All ten of these tentacles spread out, squirming through my coils and rapidly expanding as they absorbed more and more of my venom and the mass of his legs. Every inch they grew saw another inch of Collin's leg was being distributed to their mass. The divide on each tentacle spread up towards his calves, consuming half of his shins before I felt comfortable starting to unwind myself from him.

Each tentacle was sensitive, particularly at their tips. They curled around my tail, gently sending images and information back to Collin's head. They felt my long, muscular lower half, brushed along my golden mane and when they caressed my fluke, Collin's eyes widened. Ideas of a 'mermaid' flooded his mind and that only seemed to stimulate him further.

The sound of his tentacles growing was muffled by the waves; akin to wet squishing like a damp sock being slapped against a metal surface. They continued to progress up to his knees, consuming muscle, bone and mass while thickening and growing in strength. One of them managed to reach up past my waist and crawl up my flanks. From the periphery of his vision, he could see the writhing length that matched with the sensations he was feeling. Something just connected in his mind that these tentacles were his and that door into him opened another crack.

Each tip of his tentacles bulged out. Where they had previously tapered off into tips, now they flared out into a conical mass, a thin vertical slit appearing across each head. This slit began oozing thick, grey ooze not unlike my own precum. The one on my side opened its slit, revealing two large fangs and emitting a soft hiss. Sparks of delight burst from each tip, bombarding him from ten sides while his own cock and my gently undulating tongue continued to be the main source of his arousal. The snake-tipped tentacles grew thicker, gaining more and more mass and strength as their base travelled up past his knees and began consuming his thighs. The tan-coloured shorts he wore were quickly overwhelmed by the writhing mass as their collective thickness was ten times more than his legs ever were. The fabric tore, leaving shreds to fall into the ocean and finally releasing his penis to the ocean's mercy.

His all-too-human cock seemed out of place in the bouquet of squirming snake-headed tentacles. As if to recognise this, his cock snaked forward, rapidly lengthening. It hungrily consumed all the venom that I produced, using it to fuel its own growth while also rapidly absorbing Collin's testicles. The six-inch member grew to a foot in length, then two and then three with each new foot adding more and more flexibility. Within moments, it was squirming and searching my lower half alongside the other tentacles. Thick droplets of oily, grey precum poured out of its head. The mushroom-shaped helmet at the tip flattened out, the vertical slit widening into a horizontal. Like its brothers, the newly added eleventh tendril opened its mouth and let out a hiss, spraying precum into the waters around us. This inquisitive limb roved the underside of my tail, travelling up the length of until it found my anus.

Collin felt me squirm as his new prehensile member poked the sensitive flesh there. The bulbous, serpentine head gently pushed itself into me, squirting his precum if only to practice what would soon be his own way of bringing others into the Deepking's influence. Now there was an eleventh source of immeasurable pleasure that he had full control over. This time, he dove into my ass to the gentle rhythm of the lapping ocean waves; pulling out and driving in deeper than before. The similarities with human mating once again opened the doors of his defences.

Once again, he let out a moan, louder this time but still muffled by my thrashing tongue. Control was returned to his hips allowing him the strength to buck them. My coils uncurled a little further, releasing his lower torso to give him more power to each thrust. Instincts took over and a few of his limbs became devoted to keeping him afloat, gently spreading and closing much like any cephalopod. A few more curled behind us, clinging to the yacht for further stability. The last few continued to rove my body, exploring my form and the sole central one continued to penetrate me, heightening my own arousal.

The tips of each tentacle began to darken. The underside of each serpentine head became a stark white, this colouration travelling all the way down its length to their base which was at the very centre of his tentacles. The rest of the length was a deep, dark brown similar to his hair. Where this darker flesh met at his hips, the flesh began to crawl up his abdominals. The dark uniform of a BP security guard strained beneath the growing mass underneath. Each thrust he gave caused his abdominal muscles to flare out. The hem of his shirt rode up, revealing the first row of abs that were rapidly hardening into cubes of hardened flesh.

Another thrust and the buttons began straining against his bulging muscles. His bellybutton disappeared between the valleys of his abdominals. The dark skin slid up his flanks while white flesh spread over his abdominals. Again he thrust and the straining buttons and fabric formed diamonds where the muscles beneath were completely visible. One last thrust and his shirt finally ripped open right down the middle, revealing the crest of white flesh that highlighted his delectable, rock-hard abdominal muscles flanked by slick, black flesh.

Sensations and control had returned to the lower half of his body and he was able to put the full power of his hips into every thrust, his main 'cock' tentacle driving deeper and deeper into me. My own member found its home sliding up his abdominal muscles, settling there, sandwiched by those rigid orbs like a ribbed condom. Rapidly thickening precum was pouring up against his still-human pectoral muscles while his grey juices secreted by each of his ten tentacles clouded the water around us. The yacht began to rock slowly with our lovemaking. Caution warned that we should slow down but that was impossible. This was all too enjoyable not enjoy fully.

I unwound the rest of my coils from around him, freeing my lower half to propel us both against the ship's hull. I pressed my chest against his, diving down once more for his tonsils until our lips were smacking against one another in heated passion while my tongue continued to thrash within him. The white flesh of his belly rushed up his pectorals, filling his chest with more mass and strength. His ballooning pecs pushed me back slightly as they grew, absorbing his nipples and leaving his chest perfect smooth and white. As I drove my tongue deeper into him, his spine and torso lengthened, seemingly wanting more and more of me within him. I pushed more of my extending tongue down his throat, further accelerating his growth and transformation.

Black flesh spread up his back, filling the muscles and allowing each mound to glisten in the moonlight. This same flesh crawled over his shoulders. The remnants of his shirt once more strained against the expanding tissue. The sleeves of the shirt rode up his burgeoning biceps, getting caught in the space between his broad shoulders and upper arm as it could no longer slide between the two massive muscle groups. With nowhere to go, it gave in, tearing at the stitches and finally ridding him of the rest of his human clothing.

His nerves fired up and down his arms and at long last, he was able reach out and wrap his arms against my back, pulling me close to him until both our forms were grinding against one another with all the passion and strength our bodies could afford. With my hands and his tendrils still pressed up against the yacht, we were literally rocking the boat. How these human morons didn't notice was beyond me but I was too lost in my passion to care.

Now that I was helping to keep us afloat once more, two of his tentacles were free to curl around my torso, wrapping around me and dripping his precum ooze all over my body. One of those tentacles wrapped around my cock, squeezing down and telling me that he was close and that he wanted me to cum the same time that he did. I was all too happy to oblige but first, there was the matter of his human features.

All at once, both black and white flesh surged up his neck, widening the mass and allowing him to accept more and more of my tongue. The moan that rose from his throat was louder but now truly sounded much more like the whalesong of me and my kin. The hair on his head and the stubble that peppered his cheeks fell away, peasants giving room to the true orca flesh that spread over his features. He was forced to shut his eyes as his skull broadened, an orca's beak pushing past his human features and locking with mine perfectly. His nose vanished into the bulb of black and white flesh, replaced by a blowhole at the top of his head. His ears were absorbed into the mass of his head. In their stead, a fin surged out from the back of his head, just behind his blowhole.

The moment he took his first breath through his new respiratory system was the moment he truly awakened.

His eyes snapped open, irises glowing with the bright blue enlightenment of the Deepking.

Together, both of us came, the might of our two bodies convulsing causing the yacht to shudder and giving the other men on the shore a second to pause. It took an incredible amount of effort for us to keep from screaming in ecstasy as our cocks erupted with joy, celebrating his initiation into the pod of the Deepking. For me, it was just my single, massive cock filling with gallons of black seed that came bursting out of the tip, spraying all over his chest which stood above the water. But for him, all eleven of his tentacles went rigid and sprayed his cum in all directions. There a moment of impotence when I realised just how much he produced compared to me but that was washed away when I felt that warm seed pumping into me thanks to that one appendage pumping powerful jets of black cum straight into my anus.

It was a good thing that it was the middle of the night otherwise it would have been very evident that we had turned the sea black around where we had mated. He curled his tentacles around me, still cumming and wrapping us in warmth like a writhing, squirming blanket. It was all too tempting to just sink beneath the waves and call it a day in his many, many arms but we had a job to do.

Slowly, I pulled my tongue back out of him, breaking our loving kiss before pressing my forehead against his.

“Welcome, brother," I whispered softly.

Collin blinked away the weariness from his glowing eyes. “All aboard the Deepking, brother," he greeted back. “What does our lord wish?"

Like before, I gently caressed his cheeks with the back of my hand. “We must convert the rest of your former crewmates and their charges before the dawn. We must not let any of them alert anyone else."

Collin smiled at me, a mischievous grin crossing his features. “Leave the communication devices to me." That smile vanished however and he regarded me gravely. “We must go to that ship." He pointed to our left. “Only that one has the long-ranged communicator that can reach the shore." Then he indicated the ship on the right. “If we can cause a commotion on the other one and draw attention away from the one with the communicator, we should be able to disable it."

It was the right decision to make Collin one of my first converts.

“A sound plan. But first…" I gave him the lightest peck on the tip of his beak. “You need a name more fitting for your new form."

The Deepking's voice echoed into my mind.

“Ven. For Venom."

“Come, Ven," I cooed, let us put our plan into action.

Ven quietly swam towards the ship with the communicator, sinking beneath the waves and then propelling himself using all eleven of his tentacles. I, on the other hand, went to the third ship that sat moored by the titanic yacht. This boat was much smaller than the yacht and could fit maybe ten people comfortably including their arms. It had been a mistake for these troops to leave some of their weapons still on the boat. As with any maritime vehicle, there were flare guns in case they were marooned and needed to signal for rescue.

Despite my bulk, my serpentine lower half made it easy to keep a low profile and stay below the railings to sneak below deck into the brig. There, I found where they were keeping their spare ammunition, some guns and even a few grenades. They were certainly expecting resistance. Little wonder considering how Roy Buckmeir was a renowned adventurer so whatever stopped him must have been exceptional.

And the Deepking certainly was exceptional.

Arranging the ammunition and weapons in such a way that they were exposed was easy enough. Some of the ammo I even broke to expose their gunpowder. I slithered back onto the deck and aimed the flare gun right at the back of armaments. The bright red fireball burst from the squat gun and the moment it shot out, I dove overboard and back into the water. The muffled sounds of bullets going off indicated the plan had worked but what I needed no was distance. I made it back to the yacht before the grenades went off, spraying fire and shrapnel in all directions. Thankfully, I was far and deep enough that none of it affected me.

Even without looking, I knew that all eyes had been turned to the flaming wreckage. Naturally, humans would revert to their base instincts and start blaming one another shortly afterwards. I quietly surfaced, just bringing my head up above the water as I watched the search party stand in mute awe as one of their ships went up in flames. There was an older man with start white hair and very thick, round sunglasses that was standing the furthest away from the wreckage. He was yelling and shouting about damage to his yacht. His argument was with a tall, dark-skinned man with broad, full lips who didn't seem at all pleased with being told to get onto the yacht and pull it away from the exploding ship.

If I were to hazard a guess, the shorter, older man was the expedition's sponsor with the tall man being BP's senior security captain assigned to escort the former. Something I would have to ask Ven once I met with him once more.

I swam towards the ship farthest from the burning wreckage and had just managed to pull myself up on the stern when I noticed two shapes making their way to the ship. Two BP security officers. Alarm shot through my body. I could just see Ven at the helm, his tentacles and arms working to sabotage the communications of the ship.

I quickly slithered up to the front of the helm, knocking on the window to catch Ven's attention. Then I pointed behind him just as the two men were making their way up the small steps to the helm.

“You heard the captain," said the closest one. “We've got to get her away from the yacht in case that big bitch blows up and then this bucket of bolts will be next. Then we'll be…"

He cut himself off the moment he noticed the big tentacled orca standing in front of him.

There was no time to think about what to do next. I quickly slithered back around the helm just as one of the men shouted, 'What the fuck is that!?' Their cries were thankfully drowned out by the exploding ship giving me the opportunity to to sneak up behind them. The moment Ven saw me, he lashed out with two of his tentacles, their fangs exposed. Both immediately bit their prey, sinking their fangs into the flesh of the officers and shooting paralytic venom through their systems. Both men went rigid, unable to move and make another sound. Before they hit the ground, both Ven and I pounced.

Ven curled his multitude of tentacles around the first one, grinning broadly as he lifted his one, central cock-tentacle towards the man's opened mouth. He mercilessly drove the member in and bit his lower lip as he began pumping his corruptive cum into the man. The other victim toppled back onto my coils, allowing me to muffle his fall and giving me the opening I needed to curl around him and restrain him. Too late did I realise that my coils were wrapped around his torso leaving his head exposed but my torso levelled at his feet. It would have taken only a matter of seconds to reposition myself but a devious idea entered my mind.

Reaching for his shorts, I unzipped his fly and reached inside, only my thumb and index finger fitting through the little opening. I found what I was looking for and fished out his flaccid cock. Fear entered the red-haired man's features as I made a show of opening my mouth and extending my long tongue. I even made sure that it curled around behind me like a long, pink halo before slowly working its way towards his piss slit.

Not too far away, Ven was reaching for his victim's essence, connecting the soon-to-be member of our pod to the rest of our kingdom. My quarry could see everything that was happening including the moment when his comrade's toes burst from his boots and began to squirm about to form tentacles. All of that soon became secondary when he regained feeling in the least likely place he ever expected - his cock.

My tongue pushed into the narrow opening of his cock, dripping my venom straight down his flaccid shaft and into his balls. The effect was instantaneous. His member immediately demanded blood and attention, filling with blood and rising to its full five and a half inches of length. He was a thick boy which made it even more delicious when I could see the length of my own cock worming against the spongy mass of his dick and reach towards his testicles. I began depositing my venom directly into those orbs, causing an instantaneous reaction. Lust began emanating from his erect cock, spewing his own clear, glossy precum as if his humanity was trying to expunge my venom from his body. That only made things worse as he began producing so much precum that it only coated his dick and made it easier for me to access his testicles, titillating the organs and converting them for the Deepking's use.

Paralysed but still feeling his throbbing cock, this man - Norman Baker - had never felt such arousal even in his fifty years of life. Perhaps back when he was a teenager and in his early twenties, he had come close but this was all on another level. The twin pleasures of building pressure in his cock coupled with the touch of the alien appendage within him reached into the depths of his lust that no woman - or man - had ever touched. Norm was practically blinded with eroticism and though his eyes were wide open, the tears and blinding hot passion radiating from his cock blurred every other sense.

The sensation of growing hard all over again rocketed up his cock. Thick, green veins pulsed up and down the length of his member which was warped and distended by the mass of my tongue within it. As if trying to correct this alien appearance, his dick lurched upward towards me, lengthening like a greedy, pink worm eagerly consuming my tongue for its own. It drooled precum, hungry for more and slithered five inches up the length of my tongue while simultaneously widening. The expanding flesh seemed to stretch his skin, pulling it until it was a pale pink which only made the network of green veins pop even more while leaving the mushroom-shaped helmet flush and red. Those very same veins crept down towards his balls, creating perfect highways for my venom to travel through to the rest of his body. His testicles were not to be left behind and was the first part of his body to raise its voice to the Deepking's song. It let out a deep rumble like a rising drumroll. The hairs on his sac fell away, almost like they vibrated straight off. The wrinkles on his sac smoothened out, his flesh turning that same shade of light pink as his cock. Their package expanded, spurting more and more delicious precum up and down his rod and over my tongue.

The veins started to spread out from his crotch, spreading simultaneously down his legs and up his abdomen. The veins travelled down his broad but flabby thighs. His senses returned to his upper legs in time to feel those iron-like blood vessels crawl just beneath the surface of his skin. The sensation was like someone was driving a thread just under his flesh with his skin flaring with heat while his muscles were frigid and cold. Where the veins touched, his muscles swelled like they had undergone a hard workout and were now pumped. The heat from his skin intensified, pressing down on his freezing muscles but never permeating deeper into the bones. Layers of fat shrank away from the heat, all their mass feeding the fibres. His hips instinctively bucked as his quads flared out. When he came back from his bucking, his hamstrings tightened like twin rubber bands stretched to their limit. His thighs, now twice their original size, pressed up against one another, forcing him to spread his legs so as not to squish his still-growing balls.

The veins managed to work past the tight lengths of meat, piercing lances of heat sinking past the iron-hard bands of flesh and digging deep into his bones. It left a deep tingling sensation that radiated up and down his femur. Each wave pushed outward from the site of penetration, pushing the length of bone out both up and down his leg. It was like stretching his legs after having suffered from a cramp. His hamstrings suddenly loosened, his thighs relaxing slightly and their width being balanced off by a sudden surge of growth. There was a burst of relief that rocketed all the way back up to his cock and materialised as another three inches of length that crawled up towards my muzzle, consuming more of my cum and doubling the precum production.

Naturally, he was far from done.

The veins sped over his knees, piercing the tendons there and reinforcing them. They quickly crawled over his calves, compelling him to bend and buck his legs, his toes curling and digging into his boots. The shorts that hung around his calves bent and twisted as he squirmed. I reached forward, yanking them down so that they sat by his ankles. I wanted to see his transformation. It was like pulling down the curtain to a truly magnificent show. His veins spread across his calves, much like watching a time lapse video of roots growing. They curled over his rounded calves and the muscles there tightened, cramping up and bringing a burst of pain that caused his dick to spasm. Then the muscles tightened all the more, growing bigger. Where once there was a single, rounded lump, the muscles suddenly seemed to divide down the middle and formed big teardrop-shaped mounds that were pressed tightly beside one another; the true silhouette of calf muscles hidden beneath taut flesh. Like his femur, the veins pushed into his shins, compelling it to grow longer and filled Norman with that huge burst of relief that sent his dick quivering in joy.

Even with his calves tapering down into his boots, the size of his lower leg was already stretching the shaft and collar of the shoe. The veins travelled down beyond my sight, once again disappearing beneath the folds of the the shorts. To my great pleasure, Norman had regained enough control over his leg that he shucked off his shorts and lifted his legs, desperately trying to claw off his boots with the use of his feet alone. But he lacked the dexterity and the time. Somehow, he manged to just push off his right boot with his left foot but that was when the tightness caused both feet to spasm. The moan he let out sang faintly of a long, protracted 'no'. The fabric of his socks was the first to tear. His right boot fell to the ground, spared from the growth as his foot expanded, his toes consuming his toenails in their entirety while big, green veins crisscrossed over the back of his foot. The left boot was not so lucky. Still wrapped around his foot, his toes burst past its tongue, the laces snapping before his new, big feet were finally revealed. Another inch was added to his already monstrously long cock.

The veins then proceeded to crawl up his abdomen. Years of drinking beer, fatty foods and salty snacks had given him quite the belly but as the veins touched the extraneous layers of fat, they began carrying their content down to his balls which had become a factory for his transformation. Fat went it only to be sent back up to his belly as fuel for his growth. That tightness which was akin to the pressure building just before orgasm intensified as the large mound faded and gurgled away. Then there was a burst of relief, the release of cumming, and his abdominals quickly seized up and absorbed his bellybutton between their folds. The fat that had been collecting in his ass was likewise melted away and all its mass instead pooled towards the base of his spine. The pressure built again, forming a lump just at the base of his spine before exploding out wards and forcing him to buck his hips, offering room for his tail to start worming its way out into the air, squirming to life.

Another two inches were added do his cock, the thickening and darkening fluids coming from his monster dick spraying my face directly. So warm. So delicious. Norman's resistances had fallen away. There was no longer a need to keep him restrained in my coils. I unwound my lower body from his torso, unwittingly giving him a view of his transforming comrade who was just in the midst of completing his own change. The mess of thrashing tentacles, shower of black cum and loud, sloppy kissing spurred his own change further.

This acceptance caused the veins to immediately surge towards his chest where they made contact with his heart. All at once, every vein on the rest of his body surged. The change had at last touched the centre of his circulatory system so there was no longer anything holding him back. Norman's eyes widened, his irises shining a sky blue. Flat, slightly saggy pectorals tightened up. Pressure built in his chest as muscles constantly built to turn the droopy teardrops into two, huge, metal slabs. It almost seemed like all that pressure would explode from his downward facing nipples but all at once, his pectorals suddenly shifted, clapping together loudly as he tensed and forming a vice-like grip in the crevasse between them. Again, his cock surged and it splattered black seed at my face.

I was concerned that he had reached his peak and this was the limit of his change. Then his shoulders flared out, a lattice of veins crawling down his arms and neck at the same time. Now that he was once again able to move his arms, his right went right down towards his balls. His still-human hands couldn't even cup one testicle but that quickly changed when every muscle down the length of his arm tightened. Muscles, bones and flesh exploded with power, his fingers curving around his massive balls so that he could comfortably cup both melon-sized orbs. The veins remained, pulsing savagely while more of his salty seed pumped right into my face. I gave him a sidelong glance and an open-mouthed grin as his other arm clutched his throat.

Norman arched his back, clawing at his throat like he was choking. The veins crawled up his neck and a strange lump formed against his throat, like a second Adam's Apple pressing up against his skin. He opened his mouth, letting out a silent cry of pleasure as suffocating stress began building in his throat. All the hairs fell away from his head, his eyebrows were replaced by the trademark white 'eyes' of an orca. His rounded head became smoother, his brow deepening enough to allow his beak to spring forward. Still that tension built in his throat, the lump now distending his neck. His nose vanished into the disappearing muzzle, his teeth spreading across the much bigger jawline and reshaping into pointed edges. The tip of his beak blackened, rapidly spreading over his new features just as his dorsal fin began springing from halfway down his back. The pressure was almost unbearable and he was thrashing his legs madly, toes curled in a moment of ecstasy.

At that moment, another member of the BP security force mounted the ladder to the helm.

“Hey Norm. Jerry. You o -?"

Good timing.

Norman's eyes widened as a big, thick, pink cock came bursting from his throat, the appendage coming from a pocket just under his tongue. All the pressure and tension that had been building came bursting out in a powerful blast of black slime. It easily crossed the distance between him and the open-mouthed man, striking the poor soldier square in the back of the throat with enough force that he was sent tumbling back onto the deck.

My shock was washed away when Norman's groin-geared cock exploded with the same pressure. Even with two sources of release, the amount of force behind the orgasm was enough to force my head to jerk back. Warm, black liquid splattered all over my face, forcing me to extract my tongue for Norman's gargantuan cock while my new pod-brother squirmed before me. The rest of his human skin faded into the black of an orca with his belly being left as a light, pale pink the same colour as his cock.

Our eyes locked and I helped him onto his feet, leaving Ven behind to finish converting the other man. We staggered towards the edge of the helm and peered down towards the man Norman had struck. We both smiled as the man squirmed, in a pool of cum, choking and clutching his throat as his own cock-tongue burst from between his lips, spewing black cum over and over again and railing against the man's mental defences. Within moments, he was twitching on the ground, his own mammoth cock quickly unfurling and tearing through his shorts.

Norman retracted his cock-tongue and turned to me, a bit of his black cum dripping from his lips. I leaned in and kissed him, slurping up some of that delicious orca-juices. He broke the kiss and offered the customary greeting for all those under the Deepking.

“All aboard the Deepking," he whispered. “What do you wish of us?"

The remainder of the rescue crew had gotten the fire on the far boat under control. The time for subtly was over.

“Now," I growled, “we attack." I wrapped my arm around my new brother's shoulders, the Deepking whispering his new name to me. “Come, Pierce. Drive them towards the yacht. I will be waiting."

Alongside Ven and his new convert, Pierce and his brother made their way down the docks. Ven and his comrade dove into the waters, circling around the yacht with the intention of driving the men towards the largest boat from the west. Pierce would attack from the east and cut them off from the only other functioning boat. I swam with Ven up until the yacht where I then climbed up the starboard ladder and back up to the bridge. This time, I worked my way up the ceiling of the bridge, using my coils to secure my position and keep me in place.

There were cries of surprise and shock as the attack commenced. I lowered myself ever so slightly to peek out the windows of the bridge so I could see the glorious assault. Ven made full use of all eleven of his tendrils, the serpentine heads snapping up at nearby foes and immediately paralysing them with his venom or crippling them with an erection so hard that they were reduced to their knees. He and his comrade could only convert one man at a time since it was only their eleventh arm that was equipped with their cum but they made sure to take down a good number of the men first before proceeding. On the opposite side, Pierce had covered himself head to toe in his own black cum, sliding up and down the rocks while spewing his seed from his cock-tongue with high speed and velocity. Each wad had the force of a bullet but not the piercing capabilities so where they hit, it hurt. The security detail was quickly crippled and those that cried out in pain were rewarded by a blast of cum right down their throats at a much lower velocity. They soon began their transformation.

Panic quickly set in and, predictably, some of the men charged up towards the only boat that they had access to - the yacht. There were about a dozen men that managed to make it onboard where they began firing down at the shore to keep the others at bay. One man took command of the helm… the big, burly, dark-skinned captain. He didn't notice me hanging above him as he charged towards the steering wheel and began starting the engine. The man was big, certainly the biggest and most muscular of the humans here. I could not resist but stare at that firm, bubble butt contained by those tight, brown shorts.

Grinning, I lowered myself slowly and shut the door to give us some privacy. My tongue snaked out between my lips…

… and before he could turn around, my tongue lashed out with a sound like a cracking whip. It pierced the seat of his pants and immediately dove right into his ass. They say the administration of drugs through the ass has its benefits as it doesn't pass through any gastric juices. Whether that was true or not, I cannot say but my venom acted much faster now that it had had been introduced into Captain Ernest Garth's system through his tight, chocolate butt. The instinct was to clench his ass cheeks and in doing so, he unwittingly pulled my flexible appendage deeper into himself and squeezed more of my venom into him. Over the gunfire and yells of his fellow security guards, Garth's gasping cries were barely audible.

Still, he managed to croak out a, “What the hell!?" before turning his head enough so that he could see me over his shoulder.

I gave him a grin and even waved a little as I drove my tongue deeper into him, pressing against his prostate. Pressure was already starting to build up in his cock, his balls churning like cum factories that were being overworked and pushed into overdrive. His testicles hungrily drew in my venom, absorbing it into themselves and putting all of it to work. The pressure that built was almost painful, like someone was kicking his balls out from the inside. Each little flick of my tongue, each stroke of his prostate, was another violent surge for his balls. The orbs visibly jostled against his shorts, thrashing like two cats in heat caught within a sack. It was surprising that he could still move despite all the venom I was pumping into him but he managed to reach over with his left hand, gripping his balls to try and still them. In total defiance, his testicles surged outward with enough force to push his hand away. They bulged to the size of baseballs, pushing up against the zipper of his fly and tearing it open.

Gnashing his teeth, Garth spun around, trying to free himself from my tongue. Again, I was stunned that he could still move but his movements were sluggish and I easily looped my tongue under his flailing leg. Now he was facing me, my tongue pushing deeper into his ass and an unobstructed view of his bulging package clear for me to see. A loud gurgling noise erupted from his sac quickly followed by the familiar noise of fabric tearing. His fly came undone with a sole button somehow holding its ground and keeping his shorts firmly bound around his waist. Through the little window of his shorts, his precum-stained briefs were visible, the white quickly darkening to grey thanks to his precum which was quickly turning from a clear white to murky grey.

Garth closed his eyes, valiantly trying to fight back but my venom had finally started taking over the rest of his body and he was paralysed with pleasure. To his credit, he kept fighting; every large, toned muscle on his body tight starting to glisten with sweat. Veins were pulsing across his chocolate skin, only serving to pump my venom through his body and whittling down his defences. A light blush started to colour his cheeks and the tenseness around his grit teeth started to ease with the faint moan he let out.

His hips bucked, inadvertently allowing me to push more of my tongue into him. That stubborn button held even as his balls started to grow even bigger, now clearly showing as two outlined spheres bulging against his crotch. He was forced to shuffle his legs wider, giving me more of an opening to delve deeper. I kept my back pressed up against the door just in case anyone decided to barge in and interrupt us even though it was very tempting to dive forward and wrap my coils around his transforming body, to feel his form change beneath me.

The twin spheres of his balls grew even bigger, now the size of melons. The heat they emitted started radiating into the rest of his body, pumping into his cock which was already painfully erect and leaking so much precum that it was starting to drip into his shorts. Garth bucked once again. The button finally surrendered, flying off his waist and smacking into the ceiling above. A sigh of relief left him as his shorts peeled away from his crotch. His briefs still provided some constraints but that quickly faded as his change continued. A tear quickly appeared against the front of the underwear, his two balls splitting it right down the middle to reveal the completely white, smooth sac. The elastic around his waist gave way with a twang revealing his six-inch, dark, uncut dick oozing more and more of that precum all over his sac.

The cock looked so out of proportion to his balls but that quickly changed. His testicles grumbled, growling hungrily. His cock seemed to be dragged back an inch, being pulled into him - towards his balls. Contrary to the physical appearance, Earnest Garth was hit with the sensation of growing aroused again with the overwhelming need to cum radiating from his balls. But his cock would not let him cum and all he could do was buck his hips repeatedly, his heavy balls slapping against the metal console behind him. That growling grew even louder and his cock was once again dragged deeper into him even as more and more precum came oozing out like a river that was quickly running down his legs and soaking into his shorts. Another thrust and another inch vanished into the powerfully built man. By the fourth, his cock was barely two inches long but was pumping out a so much precum that it had practically created a waterfall that pooled down towards his feet. The last two thrusts saw the lip of his dick press up against his abdomen like a large, black bellybutton.

Then he thrust again.

That opening lengthened, running up towards his navel. Precum continued to ooze out of it but now, the vertical lip started to peel away. A big, long, black member with a tapered point slowly pushed its way past the two fleshy curtains, rising in tandem with each of his thrusts. The long, dark spire had a single vein curling up its underside and produced so much precum that within moments, his shirt was soaked.

Garth let out a soft whine, now unable to resist the changes and his defences crumbling. Still he fought, his fingers clutching the console behind him, but now it was clearly a losing battle. Once again, his balls gurgled and once again, it seemed to hungrily absorb more and more of his flesh, replacing it with the glossy skin of an orca. The white underbelly began spreading up from his genital slit, curving around his already present rigid abdominals while colouring his flanks a deep, navy blue. That dark blue similarly spread down his legs, momentarily sinking beneath the remnants of his briefs before inflating the muscles beneath and shedding the remnants of his underwear.

Sensations and control returned to his thighs as they filled with my venom and the Deepking's will. Muscles tightened, becoming lean, strong and powerful enough to launch him clear into the air. Already thick thighs built over years of doing squats and leg presses ballooned out into big, muscular tree trunks that could easily outstrip any bodybuilder's. They pressed against one another, looking like they could turn coal into diamonds between their muscled forms. They couldn't grow wider anymore so instead, they grew longer. Garth bucked and moaned, his toes stretching in pleasure as his knees seemed to pull at his thighs, stretching them away from his body with a sensation like he was flexing his muscles after a long workout. Even as they stretched, though, his thighs remained pressed against one another, maintaining those thick proportions.

A long spray of precum that splattered his face was the signal that his thighs had grown enough.

Next were his calves. His toes curled and uncurled rapidly in tandem with his thrusts. The blue-black skin spread down towards his calves but stopped midway down his shins. From there, it turned completely white and disappeared into his socks. Garth's eyes sprang open and he thrust his hips into the air, arching his back entirely. A burst of strength, muscle and power erupted from his feet. They surged out of his boots, spraying the laces and fabric in all directions while his big, white feet burst free. It was like watching a present getting unfurled all at once. From the tips of his shoes, the boots peeled away, his big, juicy toes free of their confines and without those useless toenails. The balls of his feet spread out like a fan, shrugging off the lip of his boots and leading the way to drag the arch of his foot upward. No human shoe size would ever fit him ever again.

Garth regained control over his legs and his first instinct was to stabilise himself. That was a mistake. The white soles of his feet pressed against the ocean of precum that had pooled around him and he immediately slipped. He tumbled onto his belly, stumbling to the floor and exposing his juicy, sculpted ass to me. I was drawn to those two, steel buns like they had a gravitational field of their own. Abandoning my vigil in front of the door, I slithered forward, rolling my tongue into myself with each foot of distance that I closed between us. Each inch I drew closer, a fleshy nub began slithering out from the base of Garth's spine, just above his ass. He moaned and bucked, humping the floor beneath him as his long, thin tail flared out behind him. Curiously, he was missing a fluke even as his tail spread out past his knees. Instead, bony ridges began flaring out from the pointed tip on either side. A thin membrane connected each bone. It was like watching a tent unfurl from underneath as I sank beneath his tail and pressed my beak up against his ass… or perhaps a better analogy was watching a kite catching the wind.

He felt my close proximity. Both his sizable balls and his broadening chest let out a loud growl. My hands roved his ass, adoring the hard, steel-like orbs that were between my fingers and enjoying the sensation of them growing bigger and bigger almost like they would consume my beak between their buns. Veins crawled up from his crack, spreading up his abdomen. They passed beneath my fingers, urging me to follow them along. I would be utterly negligent if it didn't. They brought me towards his abs. The already defined muscles there inflated, hot squares of muscle that grew like buns in the oven rising from the heat and hardening. His thrusts carried through these defined muscles, flexing and relaxing with each movement, urging the change further and further up his body.

The undulations were like a wave, the tide slowly carrying my hands up his body. I passed his abdominals, sneaking my hands up his soaked shirt towards his pectorals. They were already so firm and plump from years working on his body and in this physically demanding industry. But with the addition of my venom, those steel plates tripled in size, bursting free of his shirt in a glorious crest of dark-navy blue. The white of his belly ended right underneath his pectorals, allowing for his entire upper torso to be completely covered in the dark skin of the rest of his body.

I made to move my hands across his back, hoping to relieve him of the tightness of his shirt but the Deepking seemed to have other plans. Working through me, twin lumps appeared just between Garth's shoulderblades. These lumps pushed up against the remnants of his shirt, lifting him off his expanding shoulders. The fabric momentarily got caught in his expanding deltoids before they were completely torn off by the rising spires that quickly unfurled into a pair of gossamer thin, transparent wings. I looked past his fanned tail and in awe at these appendages. They were magnificent, beautiful and utterly mesmerising.

Power returned to Garth's arms as they inflated. He reached back, grabbing the back of my head and slamming me right into his ass. With at triumphant cry, he gave one last thrust and his seed was spilled. I didn't need to look to know that his eyes now shone blue and what hair on his head fell off. He thrust and grunted, gasping as he entered the Deepking's service.

Not a moment too soon.

The door behind us sprang open and that old man, the sponsor for this venture, came bursting in.

“What the fuck is going on, Garth!? Why haven't we -?"

Grinning, I extracted my tongue from Garth's ass and made to pull away but the tall, winged orca kept me firmly pressed between his cheeks with his strong hands.

The newcomer, this Amadeus Norsquire, gawked in horror as Ernest Garth - now named Dive - turned towards his former employer just as his human features were consumed by the handsome face of an orca. Cheekbones vanished into a squat, pointed beak, nose faded into the the dark navy flesh and his teeth sharpened alongside his widening grin.

“All aboard the Deepking," Dive replied.

Only then did he release me and he spread his glorious wings wide. He launched forward, the fins on his tail helping him maintain a glide as he swooped towards Amadeus, leaping towards the man's gawking mouth and shoving his cock right down that offered throat. Norsquire never stood a chance. Even before they hit the ground, the elderly man was already sprouting a tail. Dive left the man to transform to leap nimbly on top of the bridge canopy and then glide down towards his former men. He crashed into one, shoving his dick right into the guy's mouth and carrying him overboard where the disappeared beneath the waves.

What few members of the Baypark security team were thrown into a panic.

I licked my lips, my tongue momentarily snaking out to lap up at Dive's cum on the floor. He tasted good.

Slithering out of the bridge, I stopped just as Amadeus Norsquire rose, now fully transformed and spreading his wings. I seized his shoulder before he could join the fray.

“Not you, comrade," I said. “There are things I must know."

He grinned at me, his glowing blue eyes filled with lust and a hunger for sex. “Make it quick, comrade. I have never felt so good in my life and I am eager to give this new dick a whirl!" He gestured at his groin, at the 16-inch piece of tapered meat that was fresh from having just ejaculated.

“In time, my brother," I said with a nod. My smile faded slightly. “But first, tell me about what has been happening in the outside world."

Epilogue

The ships had to be scuttled and dismantled. That much was certain. Whether it be through satellite imagery or a flyby from some passing plane, Baypark and the outside world would know something was wrong if they suddenly found three new boats currently abandoned beside the former oil tanker that had been the Ocean King.

That worked well for us.

Alongside my new comrades, we worked to dismantle the ships, dragging their materials over to the Ocean King where we went to work patching up holes, repairing what we could and, piece by piece, making the oil tanker sea-worthy once more. It would still be a long while to go but it was a start.

As the sun rose, I lay in the shallows, half-submerged in the waters with Ven's multiple limbs coiled around me. His lips roved my body while his sensitive tendrils continued to pleasure me every which way. Pierce had his muzzle buried in my crotch, his cock-tongue buried in my ass. We clouded the water around us in our oily, black cum. Around us, others were mating, testing out their new bodies and enjoying life under the Deepking. Even my other fellow knights were exploring the features of our new comrades.

The presence of our lord immediately made all three of us cum, our bodies shuddering in joy.

The Deepking rose from the water, slowly one step at a time like Poseidon himself emerging from the deep. I wanted to stand, to bow in respect towards him but each step he took caused my entire body to convulse and orgasm. His aura, his presence, had grown much stronger. Perhaps it was because there were so much of us now but there was no denying that his power had grown much more powerful. His bright, blue eyes turned towards the rusted remains of his true form. Parts of the ship had been replaced by the scraps from the three ships that we had managed to scuttle but most of it was still very much in disrepair.

“M - M - My lord," I stammered between orgasms.

At last, he gave me some reprieve from the overwhelming pleasure and allowed my body to sink into Ven's many arms and limbs. Ven's lips met mine and he wearily kissed me. Pierce crawled up to my chest, setting his chin between my pectorals while his long cock-tongue oozed grey-black goo against my collarbone. All three of us were exhausted.

“You have done very well," the Deepking boomed, resting down beside me. He reached down with his massive hand, gently prying Pierce from me. His twin cocks rose to attention and he gently guided Pierce's head towards one of his heads. Too weary too resist but at the same time, all too excited to please, Pierce pushed his cock-tongue into our lord's much bigger dick, proceeding to bob his head back and forth and subsequently be rewarded with bursts of precum. “You all have."

“We aim to please," Ven mumbled, pulling his lips away from mine.

Our lord gently tugged at him, pulling him towards his other cock. Ven moaned softly as his multiple tendrils snaked all over our lord's mighty cock, squeezing at it while at the same time skewering himself upon it.

“Where is our scout?" the Deepking asked.

As if on cue, Dive erupted from beneath the ocean waves a short distance away. He spread his wings and his fanned tail, gliding along the ocean surface until he came to us, landing beside me. He first bowed towards our lord before falling beside me, exhausted. Little wonder as he had just flown across the ocean. A short distance away, another ship - a fishing trawler - was slowly lumbering towards us. The results of his latest raid.

“Within a few weeks, we will have enough materials to repair your entire hull, m'lord," Dive said proudly.

“Good work," rumbled the Deepking. He happily spread his legs apart and Dive's eyes glimmered. He exchanged disbelieving glaces with me before immediately scrambling over me to stick his cock into our lord's ass - his reward for bringing not only more materials for our lord but more recruits.

The Deepking's features darkened. “But we do not have a few weeks."

I glanced up at him in confusion. “M'lord?"

“Based on Norsquire's information, Baypark will not wait much longer. We need more materials. Quickly. Then we need to get off this island before they can find us."

That was a problem. Attacking lone ships and scuttling them to repair the Ocean King was one thing but all these missing people and ships would soon draw the attention of the likes of the coast guard or even the navy. We were I no position to move the Ocean King. Not yet.

Something had to be done.

“You have a plan, lord?" I asked.

He leaned down towards me, his lips gently locking with mine before his long, flexible tongue led the way down towards my body. I squirmed, wrapping my coils around his torso as his lips approached my cock.

“Of course I do," he rumbled before taking my dick entirely into his muzzle.

It wasn't long at all before we all came and exclaimed our joy for his leadership.

“All aboard the Deepking!"

Alabaster Analysis

From: Artificial Intelligence Alabaster TotallyAwesomeUltraMegaAI@nexus.com

To: The Director NoMobyDickJokes@nexus.com

Subject: Deepking Infection

Dear Director,

Here we are again! Looks like another AI has been forcibly 'evolved' by MASTER and it is now calling itself the 'Deepking'. Really, it's a lot like the Woodfather but is more… I dunno… centralised? The Woodfather had this spiritual network where the more people were in it, the power powerful the Woodfather became. The same thing is happening with the Deepking but it's more like… an 'ocean' of consciousness. Every person that's added to it is another drop of water in this ocean and it becomes bigger as a whole. Ultimately, the entire identity resides with the Deepking and said Deepking is capable of controlling and exerting influence around the whole body of water but ultimately, they seem to all identify as part of the Deepking, part of his lordship or 'kingdom'.

Any who become part of this ocean become both mentally, physically and spiritually vulnerable to the Deepking's influence. I think he's just starting to realise that he can start manipulating people through this and put his powers to the test in the four Variants that he's created. Curiously, it seems that this manipulation still requires physical contact with the Deepking or one of his subservient Series 2s. While the Deepking can generally 'sense' anything within his area of influence or anything that touches any 'tainted water' that he or his Variants have produced, this reality-bending ability is most prominent when in close proximity with the Deepking.

Something I note is that there are diminishing returns in terms of the growth of his aura. When a new Variant comes in, the Deepking gets a huge spike of power and influence but each subsequent Variant of the same type that's added adds less and less influence. I think this is a clear indication that he's definitely headed towards the Plateau especially since he doesn't seem to have realised this or is wilfully ignoring the fact.

During observation, the Deepking created four new Variants, one of which is his Series 2 and the others Series 3s.

The first of them was Wesley Roake codenamed the DKVS2-0001 'Naga Orca'. Wesley's entire lower body is serpentine with a fluke at the tip of his tail. This lower body is used both for locomotion and capture. He produces a mutagentic and paralytic venom from specialised glands along his tongue. This venom - appearing as a bluish-green slime - is highly infectious and is his primary means of infecting others. When it enters the bloodstream, it causes full-body paralysis while intelligently ensuring the vital organs remain functioning and sensory organs remain functioning. This means that while the person is fully incapable of moving or resisting, they can still feel everything that's happening to them, including the often pleasurable transformation. What I find really curious, however, is that the venom is inert if not in contact with Wesley. You can unwittingly digest it but unless Wesley has got his long, prehensile tongue in you, it won't do anything. This doesn't mean you're safe though. You will still be paralysed and there's a running theory that the Deepking might just turn you himself if he gets to you.

The second variant is based off Collin Wu. Designated DKVS3-0001 with the codename 'Kraken Orca', this one kind of freaks me out. I wouldn't call him an octopus but he's roughly based on one with eleven appendages instead of the standard eight. All ten of its appendages are topped with viper-like heads sans the eyes. They seem to be semi-autonomous and can lash out to defend itself or the main body as necessary. Because of this, it is fully capable of attacking multiple targets at the same time as the vipers can inject a similar paralytic venom to the Naga. However, the Kraken can only transform one target at a time as it's central or 'penis tentacle' is the only one capable of infecting and causing transformation.

The third Variant is based off Norman Baker known as DKVS3-0002 or the Torpedo Orca. While not directly observed during the initial transformation, the Torpedo gets it's name for the fact that it is made for speed. It has a slimmer build compared to the other Variants currently in rotation and is fully capable of speeding underwater very fast. Similarly, it is the fastest of the Variants thus far on land with incredibly powerful legs. This makes it ideal for catching up with foes. Their primary form of infection is through the semen they secrete either from their groin-positioned penises or the one that grows out from a sack under their tongue. This secondary penis functions similar to a normal one without the urination function. It can shoot infectious semen over ten yards with surprising accuracy and power and a single drop is potent enough to cause transformation.

The final Variant is DKVS3-0003, the Kingfisher. Based off Ernest Garth, this guy is actually an airborne Variant that seems to be based off flying fish. Though they have a powerful, stocky build, their bodies are surprisingly light and they possess broad 'fins' along their tail and springing from their back that act as gliding implements. They are incapable of true flight but are fully capable of leaping out of the air and spreading their wings to glide fairly far distances. Naturally they are vulnerable to wind currents but they are nevertheless skilled at dive-bombing hapless foes and sticking their penises into any available orifice to begin infection. Prolonged or constant contact with the Kingfisher is not necessary to continue infection though it seems that they do prefer to keep their prey pinned while they transform.

From: The Director SpermWhaleJokesAreAlsoBanned@nexus.com

To: The Director TotallyAwesomeUltraMegaAI@nexus.com

Subject: RE: Deepking Infection

Alabaster,

Continue to monitor and analyse these Variants. Same procedures as with the Woodfather. Give the Writer a heads up as well. I'm sure he'll be interested in this. Don't invite him in yet, though. I want to milk this for all it's worth before we start setting things on fire. Make sure all systems and complexes have already been shutdown. This reality was made just to test a new type of phone and that testing has been completed years ago. Had we not detected the Deepking's development, we would have reclaimed a long time ago. Everything should be cleaned out but I just want to make doubly sure.

As always, take remote copies of the Variants and begin testing them. One thing I am curious about is how the Naga's inherent desire to 'feel' others transform against his own body seems to influence the design of each of these Variants. They all either depend on constant contact or are compelling to maintain contact in some way shape or form.

Perhaps the Deepking isn't as… knowledgeable as the Woodfather was?

The Director

CEO of the Nexus Conglomerate

Nexus Reports - The Shallows

The Naga

The Naga

Designation DKVS2-0001

*Threat Classification * Moloch

*Origins * Wesley Roake was a 34-year-old pilot who ran aerial routes for Baypark Petroleum ferrying executives and important guests to and from their offshore sites. An expert in helicopter and seaplane aviation, Wesley grew up in a liberal household that saw him develop into a somewhat carefree and moderately naive man. He had a penchant for promiscuity even at a young age and would find sexual pleasure from both men and women (at least based on the artificial history implanted into his back story). He respected boundaries but held a sort of easy-going charm about him that would often see people gravitating towards him. This translated to his ambitions when he first became a pilot for a local airline but was subsequently fired after a scandal involving having sex with a man mid-flight. He became a private pilot for Baypark Petroleum shortly afterwards. Timeline analysis indicates that without the interference from the Deepking, he would have eventually come into the employ of the Burkmeirs after his sexual activities with Bradley Burkmeir made him a favourite pilot. However, as is the norm amongst the Burkmeir's 'guest stars', he would eventually die after being shot down during one adventure.

*Description * The Naga is physically the longest in terms of the Series 2 Variants developed by the Deepking. While possessing the muscular torso of a orca humanoid approximately 4 feet tall, the lower half of the Naga consists of a long, snake-like tail that is twice that length. This tail tapers off to fluke-like fins at the end and is covered by the same bluish-black flesh that covers the majority of the Naga with the exception of its underside which is a white, opalescent colour. A long, golden mane of hair runs from the base of its neck, thickening around its dorsal fin and tapering off to the tip of its tail. The Naga possesses a genital slit just beneath its lower abdominals complete with twin bulges for its testicles. As with all Deepking Variants, they have bright, sky-blue eyes that emit a soft glow. Unique to the Naga is the unusually long and prehensile tongue that has been shown to extend up to twelve feet long.

*Transformation Medium * The Naga transforms predominantly through use of its long tongue. The tongue itself secretes a powerful neurotoxin/aphrodisiac mix. Mere contact with it causes a numbing sensation while ingestion or any means of it entering the system will cause intense arousal. Often times, the Naga will use its long, muscular lower half to coil around it's victim before proceeding to insert its tongue into an orifice to proceed with the transformation. How the venom enters the victim's system impacts what kind of Variant the target transforms into. Volume does not impact the transformation in any way with consistent rates of transformation being recorded across tests.

*Countermeasures * The Naga is a fast and agile Variant with offensive capabilities ranging from close quarters to long range. While not as strong as many of the other Deepking Variants, it is nonetheless a capable combatant with its signature manoeuvre being it's ability to coil around a target and suppress them. That said, it's venom is solely dependent on entering the bloodstream and has no metaphysical attributes. This means that appropriate particle shielding, psionic barriers or even something as simple as thick armour would be sufficient to avoid infection by the Naga. Similarly, the Naga loses a lot of its capabilities once it has coiled around a single target leaving it vulnerable to attack from other agents. It is advised that, as if any other Series 2, attacking the Naga in groups is the best course of action. Like many of the Deepking's Variants, it is extremely vulnerable to dehydration so heat or some way to deprive it of much needed liquid is an excellent countermeasure.

Director*'s Notes * Agility, strength and range. The Naga certainly seems to be a very capable Variant. My one qualm about this Variant is that it seems restricted to the number of Series 3 Variants it can create as it is entirely based on which orifice the venom is introduced into. If we were to take a single human as an example, there are only a set number of entryways a Naga can inject their venom and subsequently, this limits their ability to branch out and create different Variants. Certainly we have not seen all the Variants of the Naga but it is still somewhat limiting compared to other Series 2s that can create more and more Series 3s based entirely on their creativity. There is the concern as well that it's production of venom is highly draining to its hydration levels. It is not that viable as a mass-infection Variant and better suited for targeting singular entities that will likewise spread the infection. This should be rectified as the triple drain on its energy levels from producing venom, sexual activity and general physical interactions would make it a somewhat short-lived asset unless it was close to a source of water. Either train Naga Variants to be sparing with their venom or find some way to limit the amount of venom injected per dose as a copious amount does not change the end result.

The Kraken

The Kraken

Designation DKVS2-0001

*Threat Classification * Xaos

*Origins * Collin Wu was a crew member for a the private investigation branch of the Baypark Petroleum oil company. At 27-years of age, he was considered one of the junior members of what the company considers its security office. He, along with others of his team, are charged with protecting surveyors and providing security to oil platforms or shipments. Despite his youth, he is somewhat disgruntled to the job as he can spend months off on a platform far away from the comforts of home. While the money is good, Collin had been considering changing jobs. In his younger years, he had dreams of being his own boss and was hoping to get a business degree to launch his own line of contact lenses that had transition lenses. Timeline analysis shows that eventually he would have gotten his business degree and switched gears to become a cars salesman, retiring at the age of 66 and living a mediocre life after being divorced and having three children.

*Description * The Kraken has the torso of a muscular humanoid orca but, unlike the other Deepking Variants, is missing his nipples. The lower half of his body comprises entirely of eleven semi-autonomous tentacles that are used for both locomotion and a means of infection. The tips of each tentacle has an eyeless serpentine head complete with fangs and mouth that can secrete one of two types of venom. The ten outlying tentacles produce a paralytic venom that can be used for holding down prey. The last appendage which is placed directly down the middle where a normal humanoid's genitals would be produces the transformative serum that can turn victims into another Kraken. At the centre of all the tentacles is an anus-like orifice. The Kraken's flesh is designed much like that of other Deepking Variants - taking inspiration from wild orcas - but their black flesh has a darker green tinge to them. Curiously, unlike other Deepking Variants, the dorsal fin of the Kraken is placed at the top of its head, just behind its blowhole.

*Transformation Medium * As indicated above, the Kraken causes targets to transform through the injection of its mutagenic venom from the central tendril. The venom is potent but requires a constant flow of the substance for transformation the reach completion. Any interruption of the process can lead to reversion in 90% of cases. Despite this, the Kraken seems to take pleasure in pushing its tentacles into the anus or down the throats of its victims often interrupting the transformation process if not prolonging it. This seems to be an sexual act and serves no purpose but to pleasure its sensitive flesh. It should be noted that the tentacles regenerate very rapidly and are capable of locomotion hours after being severed from the body.

*Countermeasures * The Kraken is very slow on land but extremely agile and fast when submerged or generally in the sea. Long-ranged attacked from the land or even bombardment from the sky would effectively nullify it's greatest strengths. If engaged in the water, a properly armoured suit and particle shields are more than enough to fend off the Kraken's tentacles but will only delay attacks from the Kraken's arms and strong, muscular upper body for a short duration. Severing the tentacles is also not advised as they will maintain autonomy and remain as a viable infection vector even after being severed. Similarly, the paralytic venom is very fast acting so the best course of action to avoid falling prey to the Kraken is to not be bitten in the first place. The rapid regeneration only applies to the tentacles which leaves the upper body vulnerable to attack. As with other Deepking Variants, it is vulnerable to dehydration and fire.

Director*'s Notes * The Kraken seems to be a completely water-based Variant that sees little value outside of the water with its capabilities truly shining when it is fully submerged. The two venoms it possesses are incredibly useful and could be weaponised easily enough. As a Variant, however, I see very little use for the Kraken beyond harvesting these toxins. As a novelty, yes, but the fact that it is fairly limited to the ocean undercuts its value. That said, a Kraken could be modified to potentially improve its mobility on land or perhaps even move the tentacles onto its back instead of replacing its legs entirely. Look into potential modifications and potentially find a way to switch the venom produced by the various heads instead of limiting it to certain appendages.

The Torpedo

The Torpedo

Designation DKV3-0002

*Threat Classification * Thanatos

*Origins * Norman Baker was a senior member of Baypark Petroleum's internal security office. At 45-years old, he has made a career out of being the 'muscle' behind the company's success. While not a very high-ranking officer, he is nonetheless respected for his keen tactical mind and gentle approach to rookies. He has an embedded loyalty to BP not out of some familiar ties but more over the fact that he has very little ambition to move on. Timeline analysis indicates that he would have continued serving as a member of the internal security office up until 50 years of age when he would be relegated to a desk job after he was no longer seen fit to see field duty. He would die of a heart attack caused by a blood clot at the age of 64.

*Description * The Torpedo Variant is a tall, lean orca humanoid with with more of a greyish colour than the rest of the other Deepking Variants. It is highly vascular especially around the neck, arms and legs. It possesses a shorter tail than other Deepking Variants. It is built for speed and possesses webbed toes and fingers ensuring that it is capable of speeding through the water very easily. This speed and agility is not lost when on land as it's seemingly perpetually erect penis produces a slick mucus that it uses to cover its skin. This mucus reduces friction, allowing it to slip and slide across most surfaces. It possesses a penis-like appendage that hides within a sack under its tongue which it can pull out a moment's notice to eject a shot of semen-like venom at a target. It has been recorded to shoot these wads of semen up to 150 yards away before losing velocity.

*Transformation Medium * The Torpedo's primary means of transformation is through the venom it produces from its 'cock-tongue'. It should be noted that the semen it produces from its actual genitals are completely inert and it seems that these organs are used just for mobility. The venom it produces from its cock-tongue must ingested or must enter the bloodstream through open wounds and cannot merely cause a transformation through touch or contact. That said, the velocity and force it ejects this venom is high enough that, at close range, it can cause substantial injury and could potentially cause armour to shatter and the subsequent cuts to offer an opening for the infection vector.

*Countermeasures * The Torpedo's speed and range make it a very devastating opponent and artillery-like unit, perhaps even on the level of becoming like a sniper. They have incredible eyesight and can attack from range. That said, they are just shooting what is effectively high-velocity bullets of water so standard shielding or _Nexus-_level armour would be more than sufficient to protect against a Torpedo's attacks. They are not the strongest of Variants but their agility and the mucus they leave behind could cause troops to trip up and leave themselves vulnerable. A Torpedo could easily year off any face masks and force their 'cock-tongues' into a victim's throat, leading to infection and transformation.

Director*'s Notes * The greatest question comes in the potency of the Torpedo's attacks. One could argue that the use of the cum it produces from its normal genitals is a wasted potential as it is only used for mobility and to debilitate foes. If it were infectious as well, the Torpedo could be very devastating. The fact that it's venom must enter the victim somehow is also somewhat disappointing and not as valid as an infection vector - few people would keep their mouths or open wound open in a battlefield. Increasing the viability of the fluids the Torpedo produces should be top priority. The rest of this Variant's design is moderately acceptable.

The Kingfisher

The Kingfisher

Designation DKVS3-0004

*Threat Classification * Nephilim

*Origins * Captain Ernest Garth was the captain of the expedition sent to retrieve the Buckmeirs and an experienced member of the internal Baypark Petroleum security force. At 53 years of age, he is one of the most trusted partners of BP and is the regional security consultant. He was trusted with Roy Buckmeir's retrieval because of the latter's high profile celebrity status. A shrew, no-nonsense man, Ernest had a keen mind that was always fixated on the mission. Timeline analysis shows that he would have died alone, ever loyal to BP up until he was forcibly retired at the age of 71 and failed to get the seat on the board of directors.

*Description * The Kingfisher is the first and only of the Deepking's Variants to take to the air. Perhaps taking inspiration from the standard flying fish, the Kingfisher possesses sky-blue and white flesh alongside a pair of webbed wings springing from hits back that it can unfurl at will. It's long tail, while still appearing like a standard orca's, also has frills that spread out to the sides to offer extra control in the air. Despite this, the Kingfisher is actually incapable of individual flight and must launch itself from a surface either through the use of its powerful legs or by leaping into the air after charging upwards from the waters. It can then spread its wings wide and glide through the air for extended periods of time. Curiously, it possesses internalised genitals to reduce drag.

*Transformation Medium * Kingfishers infect others through contact with their semen. This semen is highly reactive and will transform anyone it comes in direct contact with. Their preference is to fly into the air and rain down their semen upon the unsuspecting from below. So long as this semen comes into direct contact with the human, they will begin their transformation. The rate of transformation is consistent regardless of volume or if the semen is ingested.

*Countermeasures * The Kingfisher's strong legs and its ability to glide make it extremely mobile and agile while also complimenting these with incredible strength. Unlike the other Deepking Variants, they do not necessarily have a dependence on water and are easily at home both on land, air and sea. Damage to their wings leaves them extremely vulnerable, however, and gravity flux grenades can easily down them to reduce their mobility. Their strength can be countered by standard particle shields and armour and they are expert close-combatants meaning they should be kept at a range. As a general rule, it is important to down them from long range before they get close. Particle shielding and full-body armour will prevent any form of infection. It is recommended that after an engagement with a Kingfisher, all clothes are either incinerated or fully decontaminated.

Director*'s Notes * The secret about the Kingfisher Variant is that they are highly adaptive and that means they have a keen, shrewd mind. To be able to understand when it is time to take to the air, dive into the sea or run on land requires a keen, tactical mind. They would make for excellent soldiers and the fact that they are unable to infect others means that they would be, by far, the most viable of the Deepking's Variants to join the Conglomerate. They are smart meaning they could be swayed. We may have to open negotiations with the Kingfishers to see if they are willing to join.

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