Webbed Desires By The Nome King, for mouse99110 @ Furaffinity --------------------------------- Sounds of the rainforest and tropical wetland echoed through the thin trunked trees; the leaves rustling as a howling wind blasted through the long heavy undergrowth. A hundred thousand sources of noise did their best to disrupt any sleeping creatures lying in the forest, the birds and owls noisily chirping, the millions of bugs swarming through the air and digging into the soil, the sounds of buzzing and other various animal noises echoed in the wetland forest. The gentle warm waters of the Paraguay river brushing noisily against the highest banks deep in Pantanal. And on top of all this noise, light rain showered the entire rainforest, smashing against the trees and leaves, making the natural pleasant splashing noises. However the rain struck something unnatural, something hollow and determined to keep nature at bay; the force which seemed to determined to break the relaxation of the creature within. Rob twisted and turned in his double layer sleeping bag, the noises of the hundred and one animals, bugs and birds outside was driving him to insanity. He had slept through bad nights, but for some reason; mother nature had decided to make it her personal vendetta to keep the poor young ichthyologist itching with sleep deprivation. He was used to getting no more than four or five hours sleep a day with the noise of the rainforest, he had just completed his survey at the Amazon river and he was certain that this night was the worst. He had come to south America to study the marine life in the Amazon and Pantanal rivers, try to find changes in habits, feeding and behaviour in native species. He mostly specialised in reptiles and piscine species, but also studied aquatic mammals, and recently he had seen some unusual changes to the marine life in the Amazon river. He tried to bash the thoughts and worries out of his head, tried to lie back and get some sleep, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the noise of the surrounding environment. He let his mind drift away, using some tricks he learned from his father to meditate himself into sleep, blocking out the sound by allowing it to merge with his silence, becoming one with the environment. Soon he began to drift into a deep sleep, the blackness taking him into sweet oblivion; however; only a short time he would be allowed to rest, before returning to the rainforest. He heard the sound of splashing waters and a monkey howling in the trees, the noise invading the blackness of sleep and forcing him back to reality. He was met in the morning with wetness and a sweat drenched face. He moved around in the oder filled sleeping bag and gripped the zip, pulling down and releasing his own foul stench. He gagged a little before sitting up in the same clothes he had been wearing for the past week, rubbing his head and scratching his short dark brown hair and looking over to his almost indestructible waterproof watch. He grunted and frowned when he saw the mere 2 hours sleep he had managed to muster, even with that information his eyes began to stress with weight and restlessness. However he knew that he had to work, he had to study and try to find some sort of results with the aquatic species that dwelled in the rivers. He picked himself up and stretched his legs, standing tall outside the tent at about 6 foot and stretching his back. A loud crack echoed down his spine as he smiled, opening his brown eyes and staring out the river, seeing the sun rising on the horizon. He reached down and picked up his work bag, filled with binoculars, a waterproof notebook, several pens and papers, a GPS homing device, a cell phone, a large solar charger and a wallet full of the local currency. It was all he needed to perform his work, and his food supplies were kept safely in the tent. Zipping up the artificial home; he stood back up and stared out onto the river, looking at his watch and then slinging his bag over his shoulder. Rob had no time for breakfast, he may get lucky and have some fish or dried meat when he got back, but he had little time to eat when there could be fish, otters, alligators and other water-dwelling creatures to document. As he walked down the side of the river he kept an eye on the shores, keeping careful watch on the sides to look for any disturbances in the water, signs of any fish or life underneath. He had seen the previous day, several species of fish that weren't common in these waters, but also several different types of insects that the very same fish fed off. He concluded that something had drawn the insects to the river, and thus the fish; but he was yet to find out what. After half an hour of walking he reached the spot he knew would yield him the best results, the spot he had found yesterday to spy for alligators. He wanted to try and find some behavioural changes in the alligators that could prove useful to him; possibly signs of changes to environment. Sitting down in the short grass he placed down his bag and unzipped the outside, pulling out his binoculars and a large notebook with a pen attached with crude string. Rob signed heavily to himself, not saying a word but knowing it would be another long day of disappointment ----------- The sun scorched down in the midday heat, Rob’s eyes sore from looking through a lens all this time. He sat for a moment and examined the water, looking at the slightly murky river, more like bog land than a clean source of water. Yet he felt drawn to it, he felt like jumping into the cold waters and swimming around. As a ichthyologist and his own personal ideals, he spat at the idea of jumping into what he was studying. Not only could it pollute and spoil his results, but it was downright unprofessional. Yet after over a week of no showers, sweat lined clothes and inadequate food, he felt like he could use with a clean. Rob shook his head and scorned himself, frowning for even thinking such a thing, picking up his pencil and pulling himself back into his work mode. Rob sighed and put down his binoculars in the short grass, and pulled out his pen and paper; opening up the notepad and flicking to the nearest date, pressing the pencil lead against the paper. “12th Jan, 2008, 3.28PM -- 5 hours later and no signs of interesting activity, I’m certain that the alligators are resting along the shorelines further up the river. There has been a lot of fish and bug activity, as well as some samples of leeches from the river bed I found yesterday near the shore. Thus far I haven’t seen any signs of the ‘giant otters’ and nor have I seen any behaviour of alligators hunting them, in fact I am more convinced that the giant otters are apex predators in these waters, and they even attack the alligators in numbers when they wander too far from the shorelines. This is only theory from rumours and local chit chat, I have yet to discover this for myself” Rob wrote in his notebook, logging through each and every day, including his thoughts, theories and findings. From an average persons standpoint it was absolutely nothing, the findings he had were pitiful and worthless, however to another ichthyologist his meager findings allowed him to build up a comprehensive view of the surrounding waters, environments and wildlife. He was about to continue writing when he heard a loud splashing noise. He saw something splashing a few hundred metres away on the opposing shoreline but I was too far away to see what; without hesitation Rob picked up his binoculars and quickly looked towards the source of the disturbance. It was blurred and all Rob could see was the head of what appeared to be an otter, a rather large one considering the size of the trees on the shore. It’s fur seemed abnormally long around the head and it appeared to have caught a fish, Rob panicked and began to focus the binoculars. As he focussed he saw the otter turn it’s head to face Rob before diving under the water, giving Rob a perfectly in focus view of it’s tail, before half a second later disappearing under the murky waters. Rob stared out at the waters, looking diligently for a while to find the same otter, but it had long gone. “SHIT!......ok ok…” Rob cursed, throwing down his binoculars and calming himself, picking his notebook back up again and continuing to write. “Additional….I just saw what appeared to be a giant otter, abnormally large and had some deformed fur growth on it’s head. I only got a quick out of focus look before it disappeared. They seem to be feeding on the increased number of fish, perhaps the increase in fish numbers has made them stray closer to the alligator embankment, or maybe they are just too hard to spot. I will move further along the shoreline tomorrow to see if a change in position yields better results.” Rob wrote down in his log, just underneath his previous one. “Christ….results are results…….common!” Rob said to himself, trying to beat himself back into a more positive mind frame; telling himself that any result no matter how small is still useful. Rob sat back on the shoreline for 3 more hours, carefully watching the waters and looking out beyond the grass to see if he could spot any alligators or other interesting wildlife. After 30 more minutes his stomach couldn’t take any more and the call of the salted pork and dried meats was too much for him, he yearned to crack open a can of baked beans; even though he had become sick of them over the past week. Rob picked up his notebook and pencil, throwing them into his bag and zipping it up tight, taking one last look of good luck out onto the waters before slowly heading back to his camp at waterside, trudging through the grass and mud with a slightly depressed look in his face. After another 30 minutes of walking he finally reached his camp again, another long sitting of mostly nothing yielded yet another disappointing work day. Rob threw his bag next to the tent and looked back down the river, seeing the blazing ball of plasma nearly 150 million miles away slowly setting in the sky as the earth turned; and the starts began to slowly shine. Rob sighed and looked out onto the setting sun, looking at the shining water, an idea popping into his mind. After a days hard work he hadn’t seen any alligators in the river, they all seemed to be resting up on the beached areas, they didn’t seem to occupy this part of the river where the walls were steep. Rob bit his bottom lip and stared at the waters, a rather naughty tempted thought filling his head; the feeling of his sweat lined shirt and shorts eating away at his resistance to temptation. Finally after a few minutes of staring at the glistening waters he smiled and gave in. Gripping the bottom of his smelly t-shirt, he pulled it off over his head, kicking his loose heavy boots off and leaning down to pull off his socks. He was screaming at himself not to go into the water, not to break his rules and remain professional; but while stripping down Rob rationalised that he was an animal as well, and animals needed to keep themselves clean. Gripping his shorts next, he stripped down to just his underpants, then pulled them off too. The feeling of being completely naked in a total wilderness was somewhat invigorating and inspiring. He was just like the animals around him, totally at one with nature. He was always a believer in the aquatic ape theories and it was part of the reason he loved being an ichthyologist, the idea that his very species was one that partially evolved in water. He seemed more convinced by this when he began to step into the cold waters, feeling the slightly pleasant tingle run up his skin as it changed temperature. The water was colder than the surrounding environment, but It was warm enough to be comfortable and not turn him into a human icicle like some other environments he studied in. Rob smiled as he could almost feel his worries and pRoblems washing away with the river. Pressing down his feet pressed against the river floor near the embankment, the waters didn’t seem to have much of a current, he knew it would be safe to float around for a few hours before he’d need to swim back to his encampment. He plunged another foot down and jumped into the waters, feeling his entire bottom half getting submerged in the warm water, gasping loudly in pleasure at the feeling of a cold water washing away his filthy sweat. Slowly he began to feel the floor coming away as he walked towards the centre of the river, feeling the water rising up to his chest and finally to his neck. He pushed up and then began to float, breathing in deeply to keep himself afloat on the rivers surface. The waters didn’t have any effect and didn’t push him at all, in fact they seemed very still. He took a deep breath and dived under the surface, the noise of the river and rushing water deafening him for a second, his eyes closed tight as he wetted his head. He came out the water and shook his face before opening his eyes, the cool breeze on his hair and head making it cool down rapidly, a feeling he had missed for so long. He knew he was not supposed to jump and swim around in his study areas, but it had been too long since he washed. The only thing he regretted was returning to the filthy clothes and the sweat lined sleeping bag, he’d rather just float out on in the waters and relax. He decided since their was no current he would float a little while in the waters, pulling his feet up he grunted and took a deep breath, allowing his entire body to float on the water. Lying on his back he breathed in and out gently, keeping his lungs full of air, but only breathing in and out what he needed, allowing him to float on his back. He closed his eyes and began to drift, still concentrating on his breathing. A few minutes past and he was feeling a lot more relaxed, happy just floating around in the cold waters. His attention sparked when he heard a splashing noise in front of him, almost panicking and changing his position. However his knowledge told him if he moved he might just make things worse, some alligators would only attack something moving in the water, they are less likely to attack something immobile. Opening his eyes he looked around the waters, expecting to see a scaly pair of eyes and an upper jaw staring at him; but was pleasantly surprised when he saw a different face. A giant otter had poked it’s head out the water and was starting straight at him, the long whiskers and big black eyes started at him with a distinctly cute expression. He smiled a little and felt his heart race. All day he had been trying to spot one, all he had gotten all day was a glimpse of a tail, and now he was seeing one starting right at him. Another splash later and the otter went underwater, it’s tail flicking up and disturbing the surface of the water. Again he almost moved when he heard something, expect this time it was far closer. A loud sniffing sound to his right was heard, another otter seemed to have taken an interest in him. He was so exited as it began to sniff around his neck, feeling the long whiskers rubbing up against his skin. He felt honoured to get so close to the wild giant otters, he had waited a fair few days to see one, let alone engage. He was determined to stay still, he didn’t know if they would scatter if he moved, he wanted to get as much out of it as possible. Rob stayed rigid, trying not to breath too much so he could see more of the wonderful creatures. The previous otter poked his head up next to his leg, and Rob was able to see his face up close, covered in a soft smooth oily fur, the long whiskers rubbing up against his leg as the other otter started sniffing his ankle. Rob tried to contain his laughter, the tickling whiskers were becoming a bit of a distraction. Yet another one popped it’s head out the water near his left hand, and another to his right, starting to sniff away at his body, obviously fascinated by him. Rob was in heaven, he had waited so long to see them, and by breaking his only rule of getting into the water, he had gotten more information than he had in a week. He looked and studied them, saw how they behaved and reacted, it was absolutely fascinating to him. Rob grinned like a child at Christmas as he looked over, the otter behind him sniffing away at his ears, licking his neck gently with a rough tongue, feeling strange but oddly pleasant; leaving a interesting tingling sensation in it’s wake. He saw the otter to his right sniffing his leg, pulling his paws out the water and grabbing onto Rob’s limb, then began to lick the skin. He was shocked to see the otters hands were oddly shaped, they possessed an overly developed thumb and fingers, almost human in a way. Yet the black webbing was strung between the digits and long dark brown oily fur covered their surface. He also saw it’s arms were strangely shaped as well, it looked almost similar to primates, in fact it looked vaguely human. He was curious as to why this otter was licking his leg, then it occurred to him that human sweat had lots of salts in them, obviously the otters were licking the skin to get at the salts they might find difficult to get in their diet of fish. He grinned a little and felt the strange tingling of their tongues licking at his skin, another seemed to join in and grip his leg with their hands, strangely large for a giant otter. Each and every moment seemed to reveal something new and strange about the otters, their limbs were rather large in proportion to their bodies, they seemed huge for their species. After seeing another moving towards him, seeing it’s tail and head moving through the water; he guessed each of these otters to be at least 6 and half foot long, which was huge for a giant otter. As the new arrival swam towards him, he saw something even stranger about it, the fur around it’s head seemed longer than the others, almost like hair. He wondered if it was the same one he had seen earlier, however his thoughts were washed away from shock when he felt two webbed hands grip under his legs and push them apart, the other otters, moving gently to the side, but not running away. Two of the otters gripped his arms and kept on licking, gripping them tightly with almost human hands. Rob began to feel a little threatened, but he was determined not to move at all, he was certain they were just playing around. His heart sank and he felt a rush of adrenaline when he saw the new otter swimming in front of him not a moment before; emerge slowly from the waters. Rob saw the head rising up from the water, the black eyes and long whiskers becoming visible, and long flowing oily brown hair the same colour as it’s fur rose up around it’s shoulders. He could see it’s webbed hands gripping his legs and using them to lift itself up. As it’s torso came out the water he got the shock of his life, seeing two large bulbous growths on it’s chest, it’s arms and hands now totally making sense as to why they were deformed. It was human…..or at least it was human shaped, the hands and arms were almost identical to a human female, but the shape was a little different, the bone structure was obviously a cross between human and otter, yet the ample breasts that she sported were quite clearly a homo-sapien trait. Her face was anything but human, possessing a long slender otter muzzle a little smaller than his own face; with long black hair-like fur running from its head, long whiskers and beautiful black eyes. He felt he had to move, but just seeing this beauty in front of him, he felt strangely attracted….he felt like he wanted to stay and just float with this strangely wonderful creature. It didn’t seem like Rob had much of a choice, he tried to move his hands, and arms but he got a rather violent pull from the others as they continued to lick his skin, their rough tongue grating against him now. His attention was pulled away as he felt something smooth and slick rub up against his inner leg, the female between his legs rubbed her long prehensile tail between his thighs, the tip running under his naked human balls. He was both terrified and aroused, the sheer strangeness of the situation made him want to bolt, but the unbridled beauty of the creature in front of him; it was too much to resist. She gave him a devious smile before pulling her tail back, whipping it back under the water and lashed it around his ankle, anchoring herself. Without a word or sound she leant forwards, her webbed furry paws gripping his inner leg, another hand reaching from his side and securing his leg. He gasped gently, the others not hesitating at his breathing and continuing to lick his skin with an almost mission like perseverance. The female otter leant down, a wet nose running up against his balls, a webbed hand gently running a small claw across his cock-flesh, making Rob wince in pleasure. Blood immediately rushed to his human prick, slowly becoming larger and erect. He felt so wrong, these were animals, yet they seemed so human at the same time. Her whiskers tickled his inner legs as she opened her mouth and licked his smooth testicles, her rough mustelid tongue bracing across his skin, making him moan in delight. He was shocked when he realised the other otters didn’t move, they stayed in place, seemingly not minding his moans of delight. Not a moment later he felt the same rough tongue run across his now erect cock, the bristly tongue licking the surface gently, her webbed hands massaging his balls, the soft fur feeling pleasant against his bare skin. It was only then he realised he was breathing in and out deeply, the other otters seemed to be keeping him afloat. It appeared that the other otters were like the female, seemingly human or at least they possessed human traits. Looking down at the one between his legs he didn’t think they were much smaller than he was, they must be like small adults in terms of bodily size, their tails make up for a bit more of it; standing at least five foot nine. His thoughts melted away with the river as he felt the same harsh tongue rub up against his man meat, the other tongues licking his skin started to become more stimulus for him, making him even hornier. “Wh….why…..whaa….what’s going on” he moaned gently, trying to muster the breath, hoping he would be able to speak to them, or at least let them know he was a human. “Shhhh shh” a slightly high pitched voice hushed to the left of him, the female still licking his shaft lovingly, her wet nose and fur making the sensations all the more sensational. The otter that hushed him before began to lick his ear, the same rough tongue that he felt all around him, it was then he was certain he wasn’t dealing with ordinary giant otters. He got a bit of a shock when he felt the female open her mouth up and wrap her soft furry lips around his dick, the sharp teeth gently rubbing harmlessly up against his cock-meat, making him wince for a moment. After she began to suck and lick with her bristly tongue and juicy jaws, his worries melted away, his entire body caressed and carried by these strange humanoid otters in the middle of nowhere. He didn’t know why they were doing this, nor did he care; the only thing he cared about was the sheer sensation of their tongues on his skin, the feeling of the female’s mouth around his entire shaft. The tickling sensation turned to an odd tingling sensation next, everywhere they licked it seemed to make his skin tingle with a strange electric buzz. The sensations were then followed by a pins and needles feeling around his body, his skin heating up like mad as they licked and nibbled at his flesh. “Uhrhh god…..uhhh don’t…stop” he groaned as the female pulled her mouth off his meat, slowly starting to lick the shaft, and then move down to his balls. He put his worries to rest when he felt her tongue and lips slowly suckling and licking away at his testicles, his cock thRobbing with heat and a similar tingling sensation around the base. More webbed hands gripped around his body, and more tongues joined in to lick his skin, one underneath him nuzzling and licking his back. He could feel another hand pulling his cock towards his belly, pressing his head and shaft against his crotch. It felt odd and rather bizarre, it felt like somebody was pushing it down but he couldn’t feel a furry hand gripping it. Opening his eyes he looked down to his shaft, and then his eyes began to bulge open. His cock wasn’t being touched, in fact it had moved on it’s own to his crotch and lower belly. He watched and grunted as he felt the skin of his erect prick sticking to the flesh of his belly and crotch. It felt like somebody had put glue in between the two parts of the skin and was pressing them together. He gasped as pre-cum spurted onto his belly, watching his cockhead pushing out of his foreskin and slowly becoming longer. Rob began to panic, feeling his cock changing shape, seeing the skin around his crotch and belly pulling and sticking; merging with his dick, it terrified him. He Tried to move, tried to escape pulling hard on his arms and legs but felt himself held in place. The so familiar tongue of the female licked up against his balls again, this time more vigorously, more passionately, the others licking and nibbling his skin. He felt his panic subside slightly, still terrified by the sight in front of him. The tingling began to focus on one point, it became powerful in a single location. The female smiled and looked up, seeing his changing cockhead leaking cum, reaching a webbed hand round and rubbing what was once his shaft. It now looked more like a sheath, or some sort of strange bulge. He gasped loudly as he felt her soft paws rub up against his cockhead, the only part of his human shaft that remained free, slowly pushing and growing longer outwards, his balls and crotch thRobbing with heat and tingling. He moved his head back, seeing a familiar otter face licking at his forehead and hair, the wet fishy breath making him grunt a little; almost enjoying the smell before turning his head back up to look at his crotch. “Whaaa…what the” Rob exclaimed, seeing the female licking passionate at his new sheath, watching his cockhead taking an unfamiliar shape, his usable prick becoming at least four to five inches long, looking more like a proper penis than only a glans head. Small dark brown hairs began to sprout from his skin around his balls and crotch, the old curly black hairs slowly straightening and more hairs growing from the skin. Every time Rob tried to resist, he felt the female lick and rub him more passionately, making him fall back into his sexual ecstasy, the little voice in his head telling him to relax and not fight. His cock spurted more pre-cum onto his belly, where even more hair began to sprout, the other otters leaning in and cleaning it off his seed diligently, more hair growing wherever they licked. It seemed infectious, like their tongues were somehow causing the change, causing the hair to grow, the female otter still between his legs, moving her muzzle upwards to inspect his newly shaped dick, the hair growing thicker around his crotch, no longer could he see his skin, it was just covered with thick, brown, oily…… “F..f.fur?” he exclaimed, examining his oily furry crotch, seeing his short, fat pink dick sprouting from a furry sheath, his balls swelling with cum as they too became fur covered, his skin lost underneath the thick oily hair. “He looked up at the female’s eyes, watching her smile and wink deviously at him, leaning forwards further and opening her mouth. He gasped loudly as the rough tongue rubbed across his new shaft, far more sensitive than before it brought him to the edges of climax, his eyes rolled upwards as an orgasmic wave of pleasure rushed over his body, an odd feeling centring beneath him, his anus felt like it was moving; shifting forwards. At this point Rob didn’t care, he didn’t care about what was happening, the sheer pleasure was too much for his brain to handle. It was like he’d been overwhelmed, his mind had been over clocked with sensation and he had no way to cool it down. He could feel something pulling at his spine, it felt like an object was trying to push out, his anus and perineum felt like they were being dragged away by moving flesh. Looking down he saw more and more fur spreading from his crotch, his thick fat pink dick lovingly being licked off by the beautiful female, her face becoming more and more appealing, her scent and smell invading his reason and logic, making him even hornier. A few otters gathered round his arms and hands, began to grab them with their webbed paws and lick his skin, bringing about more tingling sensations, the feeling he now knew all too well. “Uhrhhh yeees….” Rob moaned as he looked down to hands, feeling tiny prickling sensations spreading along his hands, watching the other otters licking and nibbling at his skin, changing and turning it into something else, something more. He smiled slightly as he watched the gaps between his fingers close, the skin began to spread from the bottom from the gaps of his fingers to the top. The small brown sprouting fur grew around his hands, watching as two of the other otters began to nuzzle and lick his changing fingers, the rough tongues licking between his fingers, encouraging the skin to spread. It felt like somebody was tugging, pulling on his skin, spreading it upwards. He continued to watch in absolute fascination while his fingers shortened slightly, his nails creaking as they extended outwards, the nail sharpening into long sharp points, the skin between his fingers starting to darken. Rob watched almost in glee as the skin around his hands began to change, the pigment changing in spots where the otters had licked previously. The colour shifted from his light skin tone, to a dark brown, to a heavy brown, then finally to a light matte black. He saw the tips of his fingers change too, his claw-like nails shifting in colour as they extended; his human nail colour still remaining at the tip. Fur grew around his newly webbed hands, spreading down his arm, the skin changing with it. “Urhhhh hhhhhahaa!” Rob moaned, opening his mouth and groaning loudly, hearing his voice breaking slightly. He breathed in and out quickly, feeling the female wrapping her entire muzzle around his thRobbing fat smooth pink dick, the strange tugging sensation growing even stronger. Then Rob stopped, his attention was drawn away from his prick and he could feel something, he could feel something furry and wet, something against the end of one of his limbs. He looked down, he saw the female licking and suckling his new animal cock, he saw the otters working hard at his feet, skin already growing between his toes. But it was something else, something beneath the water. He could feel something, he could sense something through a limb he had never felt before. As he stared down something came out of the water, the tip of a long black fleshy tail, slowly it extended out of the water, and rested against the back of the female otter. His eyes widened in shock as he realised he could feel the females soft fur through the appendage, he could feel her beautiful curves and oily fur through the strange limb. “Ohhh god!” he gasped loudly, realising the long thick appendage was his own, he was growing a long thick tail, not dissimilar from the others. Even as he watched it curve round he felt his anus shifting round, his tailbone extending. Another lick from the females maw smacked his mind back into submission, leaning his head back in pleasure as his panic and woes drifted away. He was under battle, every time something new happened he panicked, his humanity came back to tell him it was unnatural, abhorrent, wrong…but with every change it only made him want more. He opened his mouth and let out a long loud moan, feeling his tail growing around the females body, feeling it twitch and move to his command. It felt like a flexible arm, a long thick prehensile limb, it was fantastic to move, as if he had possessed one his whole life. As he moaned his voice broke back, his deep human moan breaking into a singly higher pitched mustelid like squeak. The two otters next to him let out a similar whine and continued to rub and lick his skin. Rob looked back, his tail growing thick oily fur over the surface, willingly wrapping it around the waist of the beauty in front of him and pulling her towards him. She felt Rob’s new tail pulling on her body, responding to him with a smile and pulling her maw off his thick fat mustelid prick. He knew what he was becoming, his long tail, his webbed fingers, his feet slowly extending as they shifted into paws. The stunning female otter moved up his body, gripping his shoulders with her webbed paws, his own meshed hands gripping her sides as she moved up. She moved her tail round and tickled his testicles, making him moan and whine with his loud otter-like call again. Rob moved his tail around, gripping and entwining it with her own, locking them together as he pulled her crotch down against his own, watching her face change expression from a devious grin to a pleasurable gasp. She squeaked a loud familiar otter mating call, Rob joined in and willingly called out to her shortly after as he felt his thick mustelid dick slip inside her moist folds. He reached up with webbed paws, gripped her hip with one, and her furry breast with the other, enjoying the sensation of his new otter cock slipping deeper inside his female. Rob thrusted upwards, feeling his feet crack loudly, the changes occurring faster than before, his willingness to change gave his transformation fuel. Another loud crack echoed from his feet as he felt them extending, the feeling of the other otters paws gripping his limbs as they grew longer was a wondrous sensation. His toes began to shift forwards, fur spreading down his legs while his skin converted to a dark black, the thick oily hair infesting and taking over his humanity. He groaned as he felt his toes crack into position, his feet no longer human, the shape was far more akin to a rodent, the long digits and black webbing screamed otter rather than primate. Rob gasped as he began to thrust in and out of his beautiful weasel like female, his webbed paws gripping her sides tightly, her own hands rubbing his changing arms, feeling his skeleton shortening, feeling his height slowly reduce, his entire body shrinking slightly, but not by much. He felt the equal sized hands now gripping his furry legs, rubbing and licking any part not covered by the oily hair. Rob moved his entire arm up, seeing his hands covered in fur, but his arms were still human. Leaning forwards he pushed out his tongue and began to lick his own skin, still one paw on his female, humping up and down, hearing her call out to him, squeaking loudly. As Rob licked he felt his tongue tingle against his skin, another lick and his tongue began to feel as if it was causing friction between his skin and the growing hair, and a third lick later and his rough mustelid tongue was carefully licking his oily fur. He continued to lick the rest of his skin, feeling the tingling fur spreading and growing down his arm, the other arm being taken care of by the other otters. Grunting he moved his paw back, gripping the hip of his female otter, thrusting upwards and gasping loudly, feeling her warm paws pressing against his chest, feeling the hot human skin being overtaken by the wet oily otter fur. He smiled and licked his lips, feeling the tingling in his face being left by his changed mustelid tongue, the rough surface rubbing up against his teeth. Rob squeaked again as more of the otters moved around to his chest and head, his feet and lower half had totally changed, his feet and lower body now resembled a very large anthromorphic otter, his tail entwining the female he held tight to his body. She leaned down, pressing her breasts against his own furry chest, the other otters licking the underside of his torso, Rob squeaking in delight as he felt more fur spreading up his back and body. Tingling entered his face as he felt his upper lips thRob with pins and needles. He moved his lips around in discomfort, feeling long thin hard whiskers pushing out of his face. Slowly they grew longer and longer, like putty being passed through a mould. The long keratin structures extended out, brushing against the other fellow mustelids around him. Rob smiled as he felt the other otters next to him through his new whiskers, he could sense where they were, even the shape of their heads and faces. It was just another sensation to add to his stockpile, his tight winding tail, his webbed paws, his thick short otter dick thrusting up inside his beautiful weasely female. Rob gasped and looked up at the beautiful black eyes of the female he was mating, watching her move her face closer, seeing her huge eyes reflecting his own face. He could see his reflection in the pools of black, his whispers pushing out of his human face. He pushed his tongue and licked his nose, feeling that too start to change. He took in a deep breath of her scent, his nose darkening in her presence, his sense of smell heightening. He could smell her cunt; smell her fur and scent, her pheromones invading his mind, he could smell the other males and other females around him, but she was his own. Rob watched his own eyes in the reflection of his mate, he watched his pupils dilate, his eyes enlarging as the colour faded and pulled to the edges. The whites of his eyes disappeared, the dark brown disappeared into black until he too had shiny black otter eyes, staring at his mate as his vision shifted. The sun set in the distance, the darkness encroached across the waters, yet he saw as clear as it was in the day. He could see his mate, some colours faded from his vision, but the beauty of his mates fur seemed shinier than ever. Gripping her back with his webbed paws, he thrust upwards, pushing his feet into the air and squeaking loudly. He felt her peep with him, letting out a mustelid mating call as she pulled closer to him. The other otters around him licked and nibbled his ears, small spouts of oily fur sprouting from them too, his hair becoming greasy and thick like his fur. He felt his face slowly push out, his black wet nose twitching as his teeth began to extend in his mouth. Rob looked up at his mate, looked deep into her black eyes with his own and leaned forwards into a passionate kiss. Their tails entwined passionate and she gripped him tightly. Their rough otter tongues lapped at each other during their kissing frenzy, Rob feeling his face cracking and shifting forwards to become just like his females. She kissed him deeply, her furry breasts rubbing against his chest, his entire body now a furry anthro otter; barely any part of him was left human. He felt his hair become one with his furry neck, his ears pulling up as his skull shifted forwards. Rob moaned as he shared his animalistic kiss, feeling her webbed paw rubbing his shifting face gently, his nose and jaw cracking forwards. It felt like somebody was pulling his skull outwards, shifting it and changing it, his teeth elongating and fur spreading across his new muzzle. He squeaked and gasped, moaning loudly in a higher pitched tone than before as his neck began to expand forwards, parting their kiss as he let out a loud otter squeak. His hips thrust back and forth with shocking speed, his webbed hands gripping her hips tightly, as he came close to orgasm. The other otters licking and rubbing his body gently, his face almost complete, so close to being just like them. Rob opened his big black otter eyes, seeing the stars in the sky start to show past his long otter muzzle, his eyes shifting out slightly to the sides as his skull made the last shift. His teeth elongated even more, giving him a perfect set of knashers to gut fish with. His ears pulled up as they became covered with fur. His entire body shook with change and pleasure, the female gasping and panting, letting out a loud high pitched moan and squeak as Rob felt her thick cunt walls contract. Hot female otter juices spilled out onto his already oily fur, his tail tightening around her own as he lost his breath, feeling his neck shift forwards, his vocals changing with every step. Rob felt so close, he couldn’t breath for a moment, he felt his skull trying to shift, his face almost complete. He continued to hump vigorously, the entire ordeal seemed to draw out until he finally felt his muzzle crack loudly; and his orgasm struck him. Rob squeaked and grunted, thrusting upwards and gripping the female tightly in his webbed grasp, he felt his furry balls press up against her ass as he pulled his tail upwards, filling her up with his brand new otter seed. He gasped as his orgasm settled down, feeling his skull and face slowly settle as the heat dissapated from his body, allowing him to relax and feel his new mustelid body. He fell back in the water, feeling the other otters carefully holding him up, the female gasping and panting, leaning down and licking the underside of his long furry muzzle, making him smile and blink with his new black otter eyes. She let out a small adorable squeak as she dismounted her new mustelid mate, pulling herself off the once human ichthyologist, now a part of his work. She slowly released her entwined tail from his, slipping off his body and pulling herself back into the cool waters. Rob felt a warmth spread through his body as he slowly felt the other otters retreat away, allowing him to float on his own with his new mustelid form. It took a moment but Rob finally felt his otter prick pull back into his furry sheath, turning his long neck and head to see his female poking her head out the water. He saw also that there seemed to be other pairs, there were other males and females that seemed very similar, but not identical. He pulled himself round in the water, and slowly began to use his new additions. Swimming towards his female he found his new long thick tail was more than powerful enough to propel him forwards, and his webbed hands and feet were far better than his human ones. He felt his playful nature kick in and dived under the water. An entirely new world was opened up when he put his head under the water, his supersensitive whiskers gave him so much more, he was able to sense where everyone was, he could feel the pressures in the water moving. He looked around with his extraordinarily good vision, his huge black eyes seeing the familiar underside and breasts of his mate. He swam forwards with purpose and coiled around the smooth furry body, gripping her form with his paws and pulling himself out the water. It seemed that every male had their own female, but this female didn’t seem to have a partner. Rob nuzzled behind her neck, gripping her breasts and body with his webbed fingers, understanding she needed one of her own to be with. For a moment Rob tried to speak, he tried to say something, he tried to say thank you to his new friends to his mate, the one who had given him what he had always wanted. But no words came out, he could only form squeaks and grunts. He was certain that they were like him, once human, and like him they knew he was thankful. He didn’t need words, Rob didn’t want them; he wanted nothing more than to swim with them. He had become an ichthyologist to study the aquatic life, he had wanted so much to be with them, to swim in the waters as one. Rob smiled and let go of his mate as they all began to swim away, he pushed his tail hard against the water and followed. Diving deep down into the waters he sensed his mate near him, swimming alongside him. He nuzzled up against her in the deep murky underwater depths. His eyes and ears pricked, he sensed frantic movement in the waters, something delicious ahead. In a powerful and graceful movement he bolted forwards, faster than he had ever moved before. Thrusting forwards like bullet in the water, using his tail and webbed hands he opened his deadly jaws and bit down hard. A fish wriggled in his bite, his first catch as an otter, the first meal to mark the rest of his life. He came up to the surface and looked around with the wriggling fish in his jaws, and saw the others on their backs, happily chewing away on their own catches. He turned to his side and back, floating near his new family, a gently nudge as his female floated next to him. Rob tore a bit off the fish and offered it to his mate. Both gripped each others humanoid paws tightly, nuzzling each other gently as they began to dig into their meal. Now in the dead of night, with his new nocturnal brethren, he was able to finally get all the research he ever needed.