An Awakened Dawn
For Grace (MiniMink), by TheNomeKing

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Light from burning skies of a new dawn gently bathed the quiet American seaside town with its glow, and the ocean crashed quietly onto the light sands of the nearby beach. A single shadow was cast upon the fine grains of the seaside, as Michael’s frame blocked out light from the glow of the absent sun, which had still yet to rise and bring about a new day. The lithe man kicked up the sand into a cloud, which began to follow the current of the wind, whisking towards the town as the breeze brushed past his loose blue shirt and baggy tan shorts. Though he wore trainers which did little to keep the sand from entering his shoes, Michael cared little for the minor irritation of tiny stones that rolled upon the bottom of his feet. He was quite used to it in fact, after living near the ocean for a few years, he'd grown accustomed to the typical problems one might experience living near the sea.

But he'd never have it any other way, as the clear skies, fresh air and open ocean had called to him ever since he was young, a deep yearning for that huge blue expanse. The short ginger hair flustered past his sharp features as he continued walking on the shore, his mind deep in thought as he watched the sun rising across the water. He'd always enjoyed the early morning walks, ever since he'd moved to the town. 

It was peaceful, calm and most of all; it liberated him from his worries. The smell of salt from the ocean spray, the sight of the waves and the sounds of the crashing water upon the rocks both little and small. He was able to put whatever daily troubles plagued him to the back of his mind, and be at peace for a few hours each day. 

At this time in the morning there wasn't a soul to disturb his tranquility, except the fish beneath the waves, and the dolphins he would occasionally see playfully breaking through the water's surface in the distance. Excitement was one such feeling he'd experience at the sight of the cetaceans as they joyfully jumped from the depths, yet also envy. He'd yet to see his favorite ocean dweller breath through from the waves, and sometimes he thought he'd actually came out in the morning, with the hopes that the undisturbed waters would yield in a sighting of those magnificent beasts. It was something he wanted so dearly, to be among those that dwelt in the waves. Every day he'd walk upon the shores of the ocean, and amongst the scattered thoughts that drifted through his mind, he would wish to whatever powers that might exist; to be granted such a wish.

Hundreds of times he'd tried, and hundreds of times it'd yielded naught but disappointment. However, at this point he never believed such things to be real, it was just a thought that'd stuck from habitual repetition. The familiar sights, smells and sounds had locked that memory within his mind, burned the thought into his unconscious. And now it was just an impossible dream.

Michael was drawn away from his train of thought, as he suddenly felt something beneath the sole of his shoe. It felt like something hard, like a rock was supporting the weight of his foot and preventing it from sinking into the sand, as if there was something buried beneath. Michael broke free of his daydream, pulled his foot back and peered towards the footprint he’d left in the sand. A white glimmering chain could be seen peeking out from the orange grains of the beach, which seemed to twinkle in the dull glow of the hidden sun. He reached down and tugged a large object from where he’d stepped, and gently blew the sand away on what seemed to be some sort of necklace. As the air from his lips rushed across this strange amulet, the features of the object became apparent.

After adjusting the thick frame black glasses that’d slid down his nose, Michael began to inspect the beautifully crafted piece of jewelry. It was a two sided pendant, no larger than a quarter dollar and bore the visage of a killer whale. It appeared to be mostly made from a white silver metal, which seemed to unnaturally glimmer in the sunlight. The darker areas of the killer whale seemed to be made of a polished black obsidian, and the orca appeared to be encircling a blue gemstone in the center, a lapis lazuli. This pattern of metal and stone repeated upon the other side of the pendant, and it was clear that the materials and craftsmanship, must have made this item of jewelry quite valuable. Michael looked around as he searched for somebody who might've dropped such a gorgeous looking pendant, but could find nobody other than him walking upon the beach, not even the occasional dog walker. Then, as the rational part of his mind started to wander, he began to fantasize. 

With a smile curling across his lips, Michael raised the pendant over his head, and slid the chain around his neck. The length of the chain seemed a tad long for his short stature and frame, and found that the pendant hung just below his sternum. Despite its oversized nature, the pendant itself seemed to feel quite comfortable hanging from his neck, and felt surprisingly light against his skin. He held the pendant in his hands for a moment, stroking the gemstone, before he heard a sudden rush of water and a massive splashing sound. 

He turned his head to the ocean, and bore witness to the beautiful sight of an orca breaking through the waves in the distance. His blue eyes widened in shock and wonder, before watching another beautiful whale  breaking free from the waves and fell back against the water, causing a massive splash to rise from the skyline.

"Oh my god!" Michael screamed in pure unadulterated excitement, and began to run across the sand. He could barely believe he'd seen not just one orca, but two in the same day! It was then he spotted several dorsal fins breaking through the waves, and he began to run faster across the beach, kicking up plumes of sand into the air as his heart started to race. A huge grin was plastered upon his face as he stared out across the water, running along alongside the huge killer whales that occasionally burst through the water and splashed into the waves of the ocean, as if they were playing with one another. Michael realized he’d reached the rocky pools of the beach, which connected with the hillside that loomed over the town. He began to clamber upon the wet rocks, and took great care not to slip and fall, all the while taking whatever chance he could to stare out at the magnificent beasts. As he clambered over the rocks with excitement, he realized he'd have to go around a large boulder to get to the other side. 

With a smile on his face, Michael made his way around the huge rock and looked out to catch a glimpse of the orcas swimming and splashing in the ocean. His heart began to slow, and his expression changed to that of confusion as he stared out upon the gentle waves of the water, which were entirely undisturbed. He could no longer see the beautiful pod of orcas that'd captured his attention, and there seemed to be no ripple, splash or foaming of the water. As if they were never there to begin with.

"Wha...no!" Michael cried out in sudden disappointment, as he saw nothing but the undisturbed water of the ocean. He slid down against the rock and sat upon the hard stone, resting his hands against his legs and bowed his head. A sigh left his mouth as he tried to keep in his disappointment. Although he'd finally seen the animals he'd have just been happy to get a glimpse of, he still felt somewhat lost and unsatisfied with the experience. It wasn't that he was ungrateful for having seen them, nor did he regret the experience. He knew why he felt this way, and what he truly desired, no matter how impossible it would seem.

As he looked down at the damp stone on which he sat, he began to see a faint blue reflection shining upon the surface of the damp uneven rock. It took a second for Michael to realize that the glow was emanating from the pendant around his neck, more accurately the blue gem in the center. Michael’s heart fluttered as he grabbed the pendant and stared at the faint blue glow, only to see the light slowly dying away until it became inactive once again. Michael hadn't a moment to contemplate what had happened, before feeling a strange sensation permeate his fingertips.

As if the very bones within his hand had begun to burn with an intense heat, so did this warmth radiate outwards into his surrounding tissue. Accompanying this odd feeling of spreading warmth, was a bizarre feeling within his skin, as if a pair of hands had begun tugging the flesh and stretching it out, making it feel taught and smooth. It almost felt as if his hands were slowly being bound inside the smooth rubber gloves he'd occasionally use when washing the dishes in a sink. These feelings rapidly began to manifest visually, in a darkening of the skin around his fingertips. In little to no time, the light Caucasian skin began to rapidly blotch and darken with newfound pigment, until it became almost jet black. It was like somebody had injected ink beneath his flesh, as the changes in colour appeared in growing blotches that merged into one uniform colour. The once uneven and bumpy human skin rapidly started to smooth out, bringing with it a strange series of vibrations. The feeling was akin to the shuddering sensation that would ripple across rubber of vinyl when gripped tight or rubbed with human fingers, a series of creaking vibrations that felt as if they were spreading up his arms.

"Wh-what the fuck!" Michael cried out as these rapid changes began to consume his lightly coloured flesh, until it shone with shimmering jet black sheen in the burning glow of the sun, which still hid beyond the horizon of the sea. The burning clouds began to glow a fiercer shade of red and orange as panic consumed Michael’s mind, his eyes were wide in shock at the terrifying transformation that'd taken ahold of his extremities. "Ohhh, OK! Breathe...just breathe" Michael said to himself as he tried to calm his mind, before seeing his flesh changing in an even more surprising way.

"Oh god! Is...that-" Michael shouted fearfully as he watched the skin between his fingers slowly starting to stretch upwards. It felt as if a pair of invisible hands had gripped the flesh between his digits and had begun to drag it upwards, stretching the morphing skin into a thin membrane that seemed to settle in between his digits. It was only a few moments later, when the former peachy flesh, turned not black; But a clean white instead. The separation between the jet black skin and the white webbing was perfectly clean. Michael’s heart raced even faster, his eyes wide and his face expressed utter fear and confusion as he realized what spanned between his digits, “-Webbing?"

"Th-this isn't r-right! Ohhhhh g-god...m-my feet!" He stammered at the realization that the very same burning heat that'd been flushing through his fingers and arms, had started to tingle within his toes. With his jet black webbed hands, which continued to change in shape and texture, he began to undo the laces on his trainers in an attempt to remove his shoes. He could feel the sensation of popping bone and snapping ligament against the fabric of his trainers, as both his feet and hands continued to transform. Finally he managed to slip his shoes free, and quickly threw them to the side before grabbing the tip of his socks, and sliding them away. 

Michael’s heart began to race even further at the sight of his former human feet, and a he shivered as a surge of adrenaline was pumped into his burning blood. The skin, like his hands; had turned jet black. The soft skin had tightened and had become shiny, almost like rubber or vinyl. But as he inspected the flesh, and rubbed his smooth webbed hands across his morphing skin, he began to feel something else. It was a strange sense of sensitive at the feeling of this strange squeaky flesh against itself, which produced a rather loud squeaking sound. Michael murmured to himself as he began to press down against the flesh and felt the fat and muscle beneath, which felt far thicker and tougher than before. His mind began to race at the appearance of his transforming skin, and started to slowly realize what was happening.

The same sensation of tugging flesh spread between his toes as the same form of stretching white webbing that spanned between each of his fingers, began to grow between his toes. As he rubbed his changing feet, he noticed the changes that'd begun to ravage his nails. The once lightly coloured Keratin started to stretch forwards, forming into pointed tips while also changing colour, until they were as black as the new squeaky flesh that covered his hands and feet.

"A-aaahh! Oh my g-god. Is this...blubber?" Michael stuttered as he continued to inspect the smooth squeaky flesh, moaning loudly at the feeling of the wonderful shivering vibrations that spread up his arms and legs as he stroked his morphing skin with his squeaky hands. The sparse numbers of hairs on his arms began to fall away as the human skin began to darken, tighten and change. Each hair that fell away produced a tiny pricking sensation, and Michael’s fear changed to wonder and curiosity at how wonderful his new jet black blubber felt to the touch.

Popping sounds echoed from his joints as he felt the bones within changing, producing no pain or discomfort, and only a series of strangely sensual creaking vibrations as the bones and cartilage reshaped. The frail human bones began to thicken and become denser, his arms started to thin out as the muscles began to condense and new fatty deposits developed to provide a layer of insulating blubber. His legs changed shape, becoming more curved and elegant as his calves and thighs seemed to get smaller. Yet no loss of strength seemed to plague him, instead he could feel his muscles becoming heavier as they compressed and became denser. More of Michael’s skin changed, and the fear he’d once felt was replaced with delight, now gleefully enjoying the sight of the once pale human flesh morphing and becoming a dense shiny black blubber.

As Michael watched his arms and legs change, he looked down at the pendant that hung from his neck, and held the white gold orca in his squeaky webbed hands. His mind raced at the wonderful thought that this might be real, that whatever wish or desire he'd had held deep inside; had come true. A sudden burst of heat shot through his chest and moved down into his pelvis, which forced a sudden grunt of pleasure from Michael’s mouth.

"UUHhh! Ohhh god its real is-isn't it?" Michael shuddered and moaned at the feeling of pulsating warmth emanating from his chest, and pressed a hand against his pectoral to inspect the area. His cheeks burned red with surprise at the sudden flush of sensual bliss he received from pressing his palms against his nipples. A swelling began to develop in his pants, though this growth was an expected side effect of such sensual pleasures, and not the growth he’d begun to feel in his chest. It was like a dream coming true as he felt his squeaky hands slowly filling with the expansion of his newly developing breast flesh.

"Ahhh! Ohhh yes! th-they're getting b-b-bigger," Michael gasped as he reached under his shirt and groped his chest properly, moaning deeply at the wonderful feeling of his black squeaky blubber upon his swelling chest, and smiled as he began to enjoy the swelling fat that was coming from behind his pectorals. Fat and skin stretched forth as he began to feel a pair of breasts slowly growing forth, and where a once flat chest had been, he now sported a shapely pair of small breasts. Though the changes didn't seem to be stopping there, and before Michael realized what he held in his palms, his breasts had grown to a B-cup. 

"OHhh y-yes," Michael murmured as he stroked his newfound mammaries, and let out a sudden gasp of pleasure at the sensation of the skin around his shoulders transforming into the same squeaky blubber as his arms and hands. He could feel the changes spreading down his spine, towards his groin until it began to spread across his buttocks. The human flesh tightened as it burned with the heat of change, his cheeks grew red with embarrassment at the thought of being spotted in this way, and how he’d look once this transformation was complete. Michael no longer cared whether this was a dream or reality, he only cared about that completion. 

With one hand still groping his swelling breasts, the other reached down and quickly began unbuttoning his shorts. There was a certain urgency to his actions, a quickness that spoke of a hastiness to pleasure himself. It was more than just simple arousal, it was a need. An insatiable drive to feel himself change, for he could sense the transformative heat had moved to his loins, where the burning fire of change had begun to coalesce. 

"MMmmmm! P-pleeeeasse!" Michael groaned deeply as he felt his smooth fingers stroking upon the sensitive flesh of his cock, and quickly slid the baggy tan shorts free of his legs before throwing them onto the rocks, followed swiftly by his underpants. Looking down, he saw the smooth squeaky black blubber of his strangely feminine legs, and the sudden change in colour from jet black to clean white. The change in colour and pattern was unmistakable, and spoke to the truth of his transformation.

It was the hide of an orca that covered his arms and legs, the blubber of a killer whale which replaced his human flesh. The one fragile human muscle was rapidly being replaced with denser and stronger fibers, which would make swimming within the water a much easier task. And Michael was desperate for more of his body to change, to become what he’d dreamed about for so long.
 
"OHHh g-god!" Michael cried out as he began to feel an utterly alien sensation in his crotch, which caused his eyes to roll upwards at the suddenly blissful sensation that began to shiver down his cock. The same vibrations of squeaking skin began to afflict his crotch and dick, until he felt the smooth human skin tightening and turning dark. Michael’s cock began to shrink as he began to stroke it, and small dribbles of pre-cum oozed forth from the rapidly shrinking member that felt as if it was being dragged down. A burning heat suddenly pierced through Michael’s insides, until it felt as if something was trying to force its way out from between his legs. The sudden shock of heat forced him onto his back, where he leant up against the rock and shuddered with intense sensual bliss. One hand stroked his swelling breast, the other kneaded his shrinking cock, and in the midst of this wonder; and all the world vanished around him.

"AHHHRHH! F-f-ffuuuuuuck!" Michael screamed at the sudden jerking sensation between his legs, and the weird feeling of his scrotum tightening up against his perineum. The breath in his lungs left him at the sudden jerking sensation which wracked his insides, which culminated in the bizarre feeling of something forcing its way inside him. The feeling was too strange to fully comprehend, and could feel his flesh morphing around a lengthy oval shaped object, before it was pulled through what felt like a sensitive passage between his legs. Michael barely had time to collect himself from that assault on his senses, before another similar jerking sensation forced his head back against the rock, and loosed a scream from his shaking lips mouth. 

He shuddered upon the damp stone, his morphing body plaguing him with pleasure beyond the dreams of the exact same circumstances. But never in his wildest hopes had he seen such a possibly coming true. Through the cries of his joy, he could hear the waves before him had started to stir, and the waters quickly started to crash against the rocks and spray his morphing form. In the distance he could hear the faint sound of thunder, and a rumbling within the sky itself. Had he not been paralyzed with pleasure, he would have inspected the strange weather, but found himself unable to do anything but enjoy the sensation of his changing body.

After a few seconds, he found the strength to release the grip on his shrinking cock, and moved his clawed finger down to stroke the area beneath, only to find that his testicles were missing. Though not a single moment of loss was felt, as Michael quickly discovered what’d replaced his former manhood, and let loose a scream of feminine bliss.

"OHhhhfff...yYYyyeees!!" the screams echoed across the rocks, and the moans of joy were carried across the increasingly restless ocean waves. Michael had discovered that which had replaced his testicles, and what he felt his cock was morphing towards. His wrist rubbed up against his rapidly shrinking member, which now measured no more than an inch as it began to slide towards the squeaky white pair of feminine lips between his legs. One finger slid against the walls, and the moisture of his new female sex provided ample lubrication for his digit to explore.

A dream would have been poultry in comparison to the bliss of completion Michael felt, the wonder of knowing HER-self for the very first time. It was more than just sensual pleasure, it was that moment of knowing she was herself, for the first time in her life. No longer would she be burdened by her flesh, for it was becoming one with the very essence of her spirit; Grace.

She cried out as the former tones of her male voice began to fade into more gentle feminine moans, and even her once short red hair began to gradually grow longer and more voluptuous. No longer did Michael lie upon the rock, for he had disappeared like raindrops into the ocean. Grace was she that'd replaced him, the beautiful orca that she was becoming, the bliss of knowing her fate was beyond the pleasure her former human body could ever provide.

Everything seemed to fall into place, and Grace began to sink back against the damp stone, as she felt the cold waves spraying over her wet shirt, causing the damp fabric to cling to the morphing skin beneath. Crashing waves against stone, the moans of a feminine voice echoing across the rocks, and the squeaking of Grace's smooth fingers against her new lips; this was the crescendo that accompanied the changing woman. Her mind lost in the wonders of her new feminine anatomy.

It was beyond amazing how her new cetacean pussy felt, the vibration of her squeaky smooth webbed digits against the sides of her sensitive walls. Combined with her increasingly sensitive cock, that had only gotten smaller as it slid down, and began to reposition within her female sex. She slid her fingers across the remains of her former cock-tip, shuddering at the sensation of a few last squirts of pre-cum spurted from the tip, and provided even more lubrication for her aching pussy. Even louder cries of bliss left her mouth as she massaged her morphing clit between her new squeaky orca sex, crying out even louder as she began to slide her smooth digit across the surface; reveling in the rippling orgasmic waves that pounded the walls of her pussy.

"AHhhh! M-m-more...Oh god give me more!" Grace screamed as she felt her crotch squeaking and tightening, and looked down to see the smooth white cetacean blubber disappearing beneath her shirt, until there was almost no human skin left below her waist.

"Ur-uruuughh! Wha...what the?" Grace moaned as she quickly shifted to her side uncomfortably at the sudden feeling of pain in her lower back. The pain continued until she relieved the pressure by turning onto her front, and looked behind to see what was happening. Her eyes widened at the sight of a large growth that'd begun to spread out from her lower back, just above her buttocks, which pressed against the underside her baggy damp blue shirt. Grace quickly grabbed the bottom of the only remaining garment that donned her body, and quickly threw it from her frame. With the exception of the pendant which continued to dangle from Grace’s neck, she was now totally naked upon the rock, and the feeling of the ocean spray upon her squeaky cetacean skin felt more liberating that a thousand walks on the beach ever did. With nothing obstructing her view, she turned back to see what was growing forth from her flesh.

At first the skin surrounding the swelling growth looked human, but she soon saw the familiar jet black cetacean blubber consuming the lightly coloured flesh. Grace leaned forwards and pressed her fingers even deeper into her sex at the sight of this growth, her moans becoming even more feminine as she felt her spine slowly extending through this swelling mass of flesh. As she massaged her squeaky orca sex, she felt her anus and slit being pulled back by this expanding appendage. The last shreds of human skin were entirely consumed as her growing appendage became thicker and wider, to the point where it started to spread her buttocks apart with its muscular width.

"AHhhH! Y-yes! B-b-bigger! St-stronger!" Grace cried out in joy at the feeling of the muscle and fat developing within her new growing appendage, realizing that soon she’d have something even more effective for swimming than webbed hands. Unbeknownst to the morphing human, her facial features had also begun to subtly rearrange. The more male features of her face began to gradually fade away, and with every change that ravaged her body, she became more and more female, "HHHHAaaah! OHhhhh fuck!"

Grace screamed as she slid her fingers even deeper into her cetacean pussy, her mind racing with the images of a beautiful anthropomorphic orca, until she let out a deep gasp as her fingers found her G-spot. Her eyes widened as the newly forming tail suddenly flicked upwards with a spurring amount of force, and revealed the white and black patterns around her changing buttocks. Popping bone and snapping ligament produced strange vibrations that shuddered through her transforming flesh and newfound blubber. Her hips began to snap outwards as her pelvis grew wider, her waist thinning slightly as her proportions became more fitting of a beautiful orca lady. At the same time as this rapid skeletal shift, a sudden burst of sensation rushed into Grace's brain. An electrical spark united her lengthening appendage with newly growing nerves.

"OHHh god! M-my tail...I c-can feel it!" Grace moaned as she began to twitch the muscles within her growing appendage, watching as it grew longer and thicker. It was incredible to watch her anatomy morphing in such a strange way, but utterly wonderful when she began to sense the newfound tail. Grace couldn’t believe how long her tail was growing, and once it’d reached the same length as her torso, she could feel the growth shifting to the end of her appendage. The tip rapidly began to creak as the blubber began to stretch into a bladed edge, and Grace blushed at the sight of her Tail flukes gradually forming. It was wonderful to watch, but even more amazing to feel. And what Grace found terrifyingly serene about her new appendage; is that it felt natural. It was as if she were awaking from a dream of being human, and she'd gained a sense of her true form that she'd known all her life, just merely forgotten.

"Ahhh...ohhhhh yeeesss!" Grace groaned deeply as she raised her beautifully shiny orca tail in the air, exposing the flukes to the burning skies, and noticed the sun was almost peeking across the horizon. Bands of burning orange flames seem to sear across the sky, and the ocean appeared to be churning with an unnatural violence. The whole scene seemed surreal, yet Grace could do little but cry out with bliss at the wonderful feeling of her fingers sliding even deeper into her orca sex, as she shook the new squeaky black and white tail left and right. Everything seemed almost perfect, and yet Grace realized she wasn't even finished changing. With her newfound orca tail shaking and shivering with the pleasure of her throbbing sex, she began to sense a similar growth expanding from her upper back.

Grace knew full well what this sensation meant, and closed her eyes as she began to imagine it within her mind. She was unable to see the growth that expanded from her back, appearing just above a white patch of blubber that'd formed a symmetrical saddle patch pattern on the middle of her back. Familiar creaking vibrations shuddered down her spine as newly growing cartilage started to grow forth from the rapidly transforming skin, which began to spread across her neck and towards her cheeks. Grace knew she'd be complete soon, and yearned to feel her features stretching forwards into the beautiful orca snout she'd dreamt of. An even louder cry of pleasure left Grace's lips as she slid another webbed digit into her stretching orca pussy, and shuddered as her dorsal fin grew longer and larger still.

Mere moments later, her long slender dorsal fin finally stopped growing, and her body was left entirely changed. Even as Grace felt the waves of changing heat spreading into her nose and lips, she looked down and began to admire her beautiful body. A contrasting mix of black and white blubber coated her from breast to toe, her hands and feet were spanned with thin squeaky webbing. Her legs and arms were slender, delicate and feminine. Her body curved down into her wide hips, where a series of white patterns broke apart the black blubber, and showed off her chest and bust. The delightfully curvy B-cup breasts hung gently against the smooth blubber of her palm, and she could feel the squeaky smooth cetacean flesh squeaking as she stroked herself. Her huge orca tail seemed to gently sway up and down as she touched her breasts and massaged her aching feminine sex, and her mind was totally lost in the delightful sight and sensation of her new orca form.

A dream coming true would've been a poor way to describe this moment, and yet she realized that this transformation wasn’t even complete, as she could feel the changes spreading to her face. Her mouth and nose began to gently inch forward, and the skin started to tighten as human flesh transformed into cetacean blubber. A creaking sound shuddered through her head as the bones within her skull began to shift forwards. Though she could feel her bones stretching, the cartilage in her nose expanding forwards and the very structure of her skull changing, like the bones that'd transformed before; there was no pain. Just a sensual heat, a surge of adrenaline, and the familiarly blissful vibrations of her shifting anatomy. Combined with the amazing sensations of her new heavy tail and sensitive orca blubber, it was entirely complementary to the pleasure she felt. 

"AHhhh go-god! My f-face!" Grace cried out as she slid her fingers even deeper into her throbbing orca sex, and shivered as she felt a wave of heat flushing through her loins. She could feel her muscular walls clenching against her fingers rhythmically, and a building tension of orgasmic pleasure seemed to be developing within. She could feel herself getting close to completion, to being the beautiful orca she’d always imagined, and feeling her first female orgasm. Using her tail to balance herself, she twisted herself up from the rock she'd rested upon and turned back. With a giggle, she rested her huge orca tail against the side of the boulder and gently sat upon the stone, with her eyes looking out towards the ocean, she used her now freed arm to massage her squeaky white orca breasts. Deeper and deeper she pressed her fingers into her cetacean slit, so much that she began to develop an ache within the muscles of her digits; but this did not slow her down. 

Instead she sped up her strokes, and began pressing down harder against her innermost walls, massaging her g-spot and using the bottom of her smooth palm to stroke her clit. All the while her face continued to stretch forwards as her skull reshaped. Her nostrils seemed to narrow as her upper lip and nose began to merge, her jaw snapped forward to follow suit with her shifting skull. She could feel her teeth shuddering as they began to morph within her mouth. The molars creaked as they shifted into pointed tips, while her incisors also underwent a similar transformation, until she was left with a set of large pointed teeth that would be more than suitable for slicing through fish. Grace could feel her earlobes slowly sinking into her skin as her head continued to reshape, and the sounds that she'd once heard all around her, now began to gain direction. She could hear the sounds around her, the noises of the ocean becoming muffled as her ear canals began to seal up. Her skin rapidly tightened into cetacean blubber, until her ears finally disappeared into her flesh, leaving nothing but a small dimple where they'd once been. Despite these lack of ears, she could still hear the sounds around her, which felt as if they were emanating through her jaw and towards the sides of her head. It was an utterly bizarre sensation, but a sensory gift that allowed her to feel her surroundings without needing to use her eyes.

"HHHhaaah! s-s-soooo cloooose" Grace cried out as she felt herself approaching climax, and realized that she was so close to being a complete orca as well. As her skull grew longer, she could feel her eyes being pulled to the side, and her vision began to change to suit. Her glasses wobbled as her nose widened, before falling to the rock and bouncing down to join the pile of clothes she’d left behind. At first her vision was blurry, as it had always been. But as her eyes began to push apart and grow larger, things started to come into focus. She started to see the sea and waves moving aside, until she saw the rocks to her right, and the beach stretching away into the distance on her left. Grace felt the splashing waves sputtering over her smooth naked body, and could see the light from the sun just peaking across the horizon before she closed her eyes.

She was so close, and with her eyes closed tight, she was able to feel every inch of her body with the attention her transformation deserved. Her mind raced as she felt her mouth stretching out even further, and heard her voice shifting even more towards a feminine tone. Her tongue began to lengthen and thicken to suit her growing orca snout, and her head felt as if it was vibrating with the increasingly heightening pitch of Grace’s pleasurable cries. These blissful gasping moans began to rise in pitch, until her voice began to partially morph in unmistakable cetacean squeaks, the likes of which you'd only ever hear from dolphins or orcas. She began to wonder if she'd be able to dive beneath the waves and sing with the whales below, if she'd be able to talk to them, and become a part of their pod.

So many possibilities raced through her mind as she came closer and closer to climax, her eyes shut tight as the skin of her face began to fully tighten into cetacean blubber. Two white patches developed around her eyes as her nostrils started to seal up, and her throat began to transform. All of a sudden, she felt panic rush through her. Her eyes opened wide to reveal the huge blue orca orbs starting out from the sides of her fully transformed cetacean snout, her mouth opened wide to reveal rows of sharp pointed teeth. She wanted to gasp for air, and could do little else but squeak in shock. 

At the worst possible time, she felt a sudden flush of pleasure was through her loins as she pressed down hard against her clit and g-spot. Her pussy clenched tightly around her fingers, producing loud squeaking sounds as the smooth blubber against blubber began to vibrate loudly. Her arm shook and her body burned with an intense heat, as her orgasm began to rock her mind. She gulped as her expanded ribcage began to compress in an attempt to breathe mid-orgasm, but she could do little else other than shake with joy, at let loose short cetacean squeaks at the pleasure of her climax.

Burning heat seared behind her neck as she felt the flesh stretching apart, and the waves of warmth rippled within her neck as the configuration of her trachea and gullet began to change. All of a sudden, air rushed into her lungs as she felt an opening in her neck, and a series of newfound muscles relaxed the newly formed nasal plug to allow oxygen to once again enter her lungs.

Grace fell back, screaming deeply at the pleasure that suddenly pounded her body, and her blowhole produced a loud burst of air at the sudden release of pressure. A loud squeak of joy left Grace's mouth as she shuddered with joy at the warmth of her orgasm, and the sheer pleasure of completion. The sun broke the horizon of the sea and shone across the quiet town, and bathed Grace in the warming rays. A dawn shone upon a new day, and a new form for Grace as she sunk down in the afterglow of her climax, humming quietly to herself as she looked across the waves.

Her long flowing red hair gently drifted in the wind, and parted behind her neck to allow her blowhole to get plenty of air. She breathed deep through her new opening, and enjoyed the rush of air into her lungs, which bathed her myoglobin rich muscles with oxygen, preparing her for what was to follow.

She stood up atop the rock and giggled, before quickly diving into the water, her huge tail creating a massive splash as she disappeared into the ocean depths. Her former human clothes rested upon the rocks, for she no longer needed them, at least not in that size. The only item from before she'd taken was the amulet, which still hung around her neck as she dived into the cool waters to seek out food, and a pod whose songs she could join with.

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A warm evening sun washed across the sparsely populated beach, and a few couples began packing away their umbrellas and towels, preparing to go home after a relaxing Saturday evening. The ocean waters crashed gently against the beach, and a few surfers swam across the small waves, hoping to ride for a bit longer, before they too would have to depart. 

A head bearing bright ginger hair emerged from the waves, and Grace slowly emerged from the water. As she swam to the surface, she found that she'd gotten quite used to the tanned skin patterns and partially webbed hands. Even in human form, she could still pass off as being relatively normal. She made her way to the shore until the waters were shallow enough that she could stand. A black two piece swimsuit covered her breasts and crotch, but the lines of where her white and black blubber would separate could be seen with tanned sections of skin. 

She'd always have to make the excuse that it was a 'birth mark' or that she ‘never tanned properly'. Though nobody ever seemed to question where she went for days at a time, or how she was able to see perfectly fine without her glasses. She walked across the sand and grabbed a towel from her basket she'd left at the beach, and after drying her long red hair, she put her glasses back on. 

She turned back to the ocean and looked across the waves, looking forward to when she could feel the water across her dorsal fin, when she could beat her tail and feet against the water and dart through the depths.

Grace smiled, her mind lost in the thoughts of her pod, and the origin of the amulet that’d given her this gift. The amulet which still dangled from her neck.