Neoprene Dreams 
by Dracos Blackwing; art by Tehsean

After many weeks of
waiting, the suit finally
arrived. The case was
fairly simplistic; a large,
metallic square, looking
somewhat like regular
luggage, but with a 
special seal on the lock 
indicating the pressurized
containment unit inside.

My team and I were 
going to be testing a 
new type of deep diving 
suit, one supposedly so 
high tech it didn’t require 
air tanks or a breathing 
mask. I was frankly less
than impressed, but being
the main diver for the 
group, I was going to be
the one who had to test it
out. 

“Do we really need to use
this? What’s wrong with
the old equipment?” I 
complained, sliding out of
my clothes in the locker room. Frank, the equipment repairman, chuckled at me, passing me the case. “Well, all I know is that if this works, it’ll be a lot less work for me, and it’ll cut costs by a lot… this new suit supposedly never needs to be repaired OR replaced; supposedly it’s ‘self healing’… whatever THAT means.” He slapped me on my shoulder as I moved into a more private changing room. “Just have fun with it; I’m sure it’ll be an interesting experience to say the least.”

“Sure,” I thought. “But interesting for WHO?” I stood in my boxers in front of the case, then input the release codes for the lock, listening to the case hum and click, then hiss as the seal slowly depressurized. “At least the case is advanced.” I thought, flipping open the lid. When I saw what was inside, I nearly closed it back and walked out. “What the hell?!” I wondered aloud, picking up the suit. It was only about 1/3 my size, and made of a light grey material, all of one piece and with an opening in the back. The headpiece had a rather ridiculous looking shark’s snout on it, and the overall shape was that of a blend of human and shark. From what I could see, there were two holes that I could breathe through, and nothing else. No machinery or small devices at all, and no eye holes or visor; how the hell was I supposed to see out of it?!

The body seemed even more like something out of a sci-fi movie, with a ‘dorsal’ fin in the back and a long, thick tail, contoured and shaped unlike any fish I could immediately call to mind. The gloves and flippers were a part of the overall outfit, and looked like the paws of some weird hybrid creature, webbed and designed, from their look, to allow only THREE toes or fingers inside. The crotch of the suit had a raised area, presumably so the tight-fitting suit wouldn’t crush my balls… I stood, staring at the thing then opened my mouth to call Frank back; there was no WAY I was climbing into this thing! It looked like some costume for a monster movie!

As I turned, I glanced at the paper in my hand and stopped, reading it further. Apparently, the makers of the suit had known that any skilled diver used to the normal equipment would look at this outfit and scoff as in big red letters at the top of the page it read, “STOP AND READ THIS BEFORE CALLING YOUR BOSS!!” There were actually smiley faces to either side of the line, and directly under that, it read, “We know. This suit doesn’t look like what you’re used to using, and there’s a good reason for that; THIS SUIT ISN’T WHAT YOU’RE USED TO USING.” That got a chuckle out of me, so I relaxed a bit and kept reading. “This suit here is made of the finest materials we could find, and what’s more, despite its present size, it was calibrated to fit you EXACTLY. As long as you follow the following instructions, you’ll soon be swimming with the fishes in ways you’ve only dreamed of…and perhaps more.”

I paused, reading that. What more could this suit offer me than just a chance to swim more easily? I looked at it again then shrugged, reading on. “First, you will need to leave all of your clothes behind; this suit is designed to function in close contact to the skin. Any detachment from your body will interrupt the suits systems, and could cause it to fail.” Great. So now, I have to wear it nude. Shrugging… this wasn’t the first time I had dived without clothes under my suit, or completely nude … I dropped my boxers and tossed them on a bench, then kept reading. “In the case is a large glass container with a thick blue gel in it. Pour this into the suit then pull it on. DO NOT pull the facemask down until you are in the water.” 

I blinked; the blue stuff must be some kind of lubrication to make the suit fit? Maybe it was some kind of conductive material that allowed the suit to communicate with my body’s nervous system? Feeling a bit weird about this step, I lifted the jar, looking into it at the thick blue goop, sloshing it around a little. Other than some tiny silver flecks in it, it looked almost like hair gel or some kind of body wash… I considered pouring some into my palm to see what it felt like, but instead poured it into the suit as instructed; for all I knew, there was an exact amount in the jar, and wasting any might make this tight fit seem MUCH tighter. As I set the jar down, I noticed distractedly that the jar was TOTALLY empty… not even a residue of the stuff remained, even though I hadn’t attempted to wipe it clean. “Whoa… now THAT’S some slick stuff.” I chuckled to myself. “I need to get some if this for me and my girlfriend to play with later!”

I sat down, and carefully began pulling on the suit, first sliding one leg down into the ridiculously tight looking leg and wriggling my toes into the ‘flipper’ or foot or whatever it was… To my surprise, the tiny suit stretched slightly, then more, gripping to my leg, and slickly sliding right up to mid thigh with no trouble whatsoever. My foot fit in the flipper with almost as little effort, the space around my toes conforming quickly and comfortably. I had expected the suit to be cold, or at least cool inside, but it was pleasantly warm and VERY smooth… Okay, so maybe the suit wasn’t so bad. I found myself enjoying the tight, warm feel of it covering my body, and soon had tugged it up over my hips, being sure to settle the tail behind the seat carefully in case it contained some kind of instruments or devices I needed to breathe. I carefully snugged the crotch piece into place; no need getting something pinched, no matter how comfortable the inside of the suit was.

Spreading the rest of the suit out in front of me, I glanced at the directions, but they seemed to be about after I was in the water… “Once the suit is submerged, it will fully calibrate itself to your biorhythms; give it a moment to completely conform before swimming. After this, you will experience the suits full functionality, and you will know what to do from there. Congratulations and good luck!” Shrugging, I slid my arms down into the suit, feeling the gloves settling over my fingers in a way that allowed me to work all three fingers rather dexterously… I would have rather have had all five fingers, but these worked fairly well; the palms even seemed to have the right texture for gripping to allow me to pull myself into the suit fully, settling the chest panel to my own chest. I started to call for Frank or one of the other crew members to come zip the back up, when the suit shivered a bit, then closed up slowly on its own.

I blinked, and then noticed that the suit had become even warmer now inside, feeling quite good actually, as it moved along my body. Certain panels of the grey material had taken on the same blue tinge that the gel I had poured in earlier had, and I could see small, glinting sparkles among the general glossy shininess of the suits outer surface. I ran my fingers over these thoughtfully, then shrugged, assuming that maybe the liquid had simply absorbed into the material to better aid in its fit. I felt a bit unsure in walking out where the other were, but I had to admit the suit already looked a lot better on me than it had in the case; the contours were very sleek and refined, and I felt almost naked standing there. The feeling was a bit odd as I turned to look at the back, grinning to see how closely it molded to my rump and body. It even seemed to have conformed to my musculature, fitting into the details of my swimmers physique flawlessly.

When I walked up to the deck, I immediately wanted to head back inside; the crew… predictably… stared, then laughed out loud, pointing and making jokes about my outfit and my body inside of it. I grumbled as one of them tugged on the hood and facemask, still flopped over my back, trying to put it on to ‘complete the look’, and almost punched one of the others, who took the moment to make a remark about my ass. It took the captain mentioning in his gruff, offhand way that the next person to say anything not related to the dive would be fired and docked the entire days’ pay to stop them, and even then, the expressions on more than one face told me that they were still basically laughing at me. “Don’t mind them,” he muttered, glaring balefully around at all the stares and raising his voice a bit so they would overhear plainly. “I doubt any of THIS lot will be comin’ back out with us on the next trip; I thought I had hired on PROFESSIONALS, not a bunch of fuckin’ hyenas!” That made more than a few of them stop laughing and suddenly look upset… which suited me fine. I favored one of the louder hecklers with a smirk, and only smiled wider when he had the nerve to look like he was mad at me.

Frank, Captain Wallace, and I moved to the diving platform at the back of the ship, and I stepped down. The simple feel of the water on my feet and legs was as real and close as if it would have been touching my bare skin, and sent a shiver through me. I found myself wanting to be in and under the water as soon as I could, but Frank was speaking to me; I listened distractedly. “The suit has a tracking system and communication link in it; once you’re in the water and it’s fully functional, you should be able to speak to us and we can pick up all sorts of info from you… just like with a tracking collar on a real shark.” I nodded then gave a thumbs up. “Wish me luck; if this thing works half as well as it’s supposed to, I think I’m going to enjoy diving more than I usually do.” With that, I pulled the mask up, fitting it over my face. Just like the body of the suit, this one fit itself to my faces contours perfectly, and even slid short breathing tubes into my nose. I could see clearly, though the ‘eyes’ of the suit were only molded shapes and not actual eyeholes or lenses. Feeling a sudden urge to dive, I crouched, then dropped over the edge into the water in classic divers fashion, falling in backward and tucking in a bit.

As soon as the water closed in over me, I felt several things in rapid succession go wrong. The first was my body suddenly became unresponsive… I was unable to swim or move or anything! I tried to move, but nothing was happening; my body was numb. Second… I couldn’t breath. I tried to draw several breaths, but all I got was a sensation like my nose and mouth were full of something, blocking off all intake. Not even water was coming in! When the suit suddenly took on increasing weight, drawing me down out of reach of my friends, I panicked, but even that did no good as the waters closed over me and I sank further and further from the surface. I was sure the suit had malfunctioned, and that now I was pretty much doomed to die, wrapped in some neoprene tomb on the bottom of the ocean. Even with the other divers on the ship waiting, they wouldn’t get to me before I smothered, unaware that the suit had blocked my air seconds after I had hit the water.

As I drifted downward, I could feel the pressure increasing, and wondered if I would even survive long enough to drown; at this rate, the water pressure would just crush the air trapped in my lungs… and my ribs along with it. Just then, I felt the suit move. It crawled along my skin in a way that was both VERY personal, and very unnerving… I could feel it conforming even more to my body, even shaping itself to my privates. Shortly after that came a sensation of slight pain and pressure in my fingers and toes, followed by a sensation I will never forget. I could suddenly FEEL the tail attached to the suit; ALL the various attachments were suddenly sending me sensory input, from the fins, to the mask, to the webbing between my toes. It flooded into my system in a way unexpected, and had I not started holding my breath in the hopes of the suit working suddenly, I would have gasped out loud.

The water felt… good… on my ‘skin’. The sensations were amazingly diverse, more so than I had ever felt before, as if every tiny swirl and shift of the water around me was able to be detected through the coating on my body. I suddenly grunted as I felt the suit squeezing on me, as if trying to force the air from my lungs, and tried to scream, all in vain… I felt my vision blurring as the pressure increased all over, and wished I could at least have found out how the thing was meant to work… Suddenly, I felt the blockages in my mouth and nose vanish, and on reflex, I inhaled. As soon as I did, I felt a sensation I can only describe as what it would feel like to inhale a balloon pressing into my mouth and nose, along with an impressive amount of water! I choked, and tried to gag, but the ‘balloons’ pushed on, right down into my throat, then further, pressing into my lungs. I thrashed, struggling with the sensation, trying to refuse it, and dimly aware that in my panic I was swimming around in blind circles.

Realizing I WAS swimming, I started to try to swim for the surface, panting heavily… And that’s when I realized I WAS panting, and breathing; heavily, but easily. I lifted my hands to my face, gasping in the salt water and touching my face… I thought of it that way without realizing that either, as I could feel my now webbed fingers touching the mask as if it was my own face; my mind was plainly too confused at this point to focus clearly. I stopped trying to surface and gasped heavily… and that’s when I looked down at myself. I blinked, then did a quick double take, carefully touching my chest, then running my hands down my body. I could feel the touches quite clearly letting me know that yes that WAS my body down there… but it couldn’t be. I had always had a good shape, and worked out with both swimming and regular exercise to keep fit and trim, but this was something else…

My chest was broad, and powerfully muscled beyond anything I had done to it, and my torso had assumed that near V shape I had been working towards for years. My hips and rump had taken on a firm, sleekly muscled appearance as well, almost visibly rippling with muscle, but still smooth and sleek, in the way a real shark would appear. My thighs… My thighs looked like powerful pillars of muscle, rippling as I lightly paddled in the water. They had to be half again as thick as I was used to them being! I could FEEL the power in them; I figured just from the strength I could sense there, I could probably swim as fast with one leg as I used to with both. I stretched out in the water, flexing this new body I had gained, and began to think that maybe this new suit wasn’t all THAT bad for the second time that day… And then it spoke to me.

“Bio Unit 1285908-R. Request attention to the present announcement. This unit, model THRESHER AGH509, has reached a merging state of 78.95% with your biosystems, and is proceeding as programmed. Relaying present details:
Epidermal Osmosis: 100%
Nervous Integration: 98%
Respiratory Integration: 100%
Nanite Infusion Level: 89%
Bio Enhancement Level: 89%
Cerebral Data Integration: 67% 
Overall Attachment Ratio: 82.67%

By this point, I was staring, wide eyed, at the small digital readout in front of my eyes; it must have been just on the insides of the eyepieces… right? It was NOT scrolling these images on my retinas! I shook my head, then without thinking shouted, “What the HELL does this mean!? Are you saying I’m… BONDED to this thing?! How does it come off!?” Few things are quite as frightening as realizing the mistakes you make right after you make them. The sounds I made came out of my mouth,  just as they would with regular air-based speech, echoing though the water and along the ocean floor. Immediately, the optic readout changed to show many, MANY things turning to take note of the sound, a few moving away, some hovering cautiously… and some moving toward the sound I had made. I grunted as a moment later, my face began to hurt rather badly… then I felt something changing in my mouth, distracting me from my potential danger. A lot of somethings. 

I spat… and several of my teeth fell out into my webbed fingers. I just looked at them, then on impulse, pulled my rubbery lips back and touched the inside of my mouth. As I smiled, I felt more of my teeth fall free, and also I felt the serrated edge of what must be my ‘new’ teeth… I was getting sharks teeth in my mouth! Could this be a reaction to the sudden added threat? I shook my head as I could smell and taste my own blood in the water as if I had bled a gallon of the stuff, and knew without thinking that a lot of other creatures would be able to as well. I carefully turned, looking up for a moment then casting away the thought of swimming to the surface; someone would be as likely to put a harpoon through me as help me. Searching around the sandy floor, I found a fairly isolated area in among some rock formations; my eyes seemed able to see clearly with only the slightest of light. Keeping my mouth shut, I swam for the grotto then crouched, floating easily as I tried to consider how to communicate with this suit before it reached a point of not being able to come off at all. Finally, I decided to simply THINK at it; the worst that would happen would be it wouldn’t work, and I’d be no better or worse off than before.

Feeling a bit stupid, I thought, “THRESHER? What… what are you doing to me? Why wasn’t I warned about what would happen, and how do I go about taking this suit off once I get out of the water?” The reply sent chills down my spine from its simplistic and final tone. “The process we are undergoing is to create permanent underwater surveyors and colonists for future projects. You were not informed as it was decided that you did not need to know; you’re chances of refusal would have been too high. You were chosen for your noted skills and intelligence levels, as well as certain other traits, including your love of the sea. This unit was not designed to be removed. When the process is complete, we will be one being.” I shook my head, trying to deny some of what it had replied… Chosen? Did not need to know? All of this was a setup?! “And what am I supposed to do now, live like some kind of animal, restricted from the land for the rest of my life? What about my friends, and my crew? Sure, I don’t have a wife yet, but… How do you know I don’t want one?”

“You have been observed for well over 10 years. The decision to use you in this fashion was made over that time period. Over the course of the next 2 months, you will be able to merge completely enough to return to your life on land, though you will be restricted to living with the other participants. Your crew and other important contacts will be informed of your new status, and all life requirements will be provided for both above and below the sea from now on, in accordance with your will and immediate needs.” This took me by surprise. ‘All life requirements’? So the people who had done this to me were planning on doing more than just mutating me and leaving me to… “Merging on all levels is completed. It is suggested that you test out your new abilities in the immediate area, and explore any functions you might have missed. All basic abilities are available here...” Suddenly I felt my mind completely blur, and a rush of info fill my head as I felt the link between me and THRESHER become more than just a faint connection. We were now one mind and body, and the need to ask more about my new situation faded away quickly. I heaved a last, watery sigh, then went about testing my abilities, all of which were plainly listed in my mind now.

I paused for a moment, and felt amazed, the sheer scope of what I had been given finally breaking over me as I ‘looked’ through the list of abilities that this suit had afforded me, no mater how forcibly. The ability to self-heal wounds was just one of many, many other capabilities, and further, it had been passed on to me. As long as I wore the suit, I could regenerate from injury; my fear of being attacked by sharks diminished greatly at that; even if a shark was able to attack and wound me, I would simply recover. And from the list in my minds eye, most sharks would give up long before they could even begin to hurt me.

I saw that I could breathe both fresh and salt water, and apparently, my body now adjusted to resist pressures that would crush a normal submarine, allowing me to explore the ocean floor with ease. My new skin was also able to sense the most subtle currents and vibrations in the water, as well as changes in temperature; I could also feel the movement of other nearby sea creatures by the shifting pressures of the sea around me. The systems hidden somehow in the suit measured it all out and fed it to me in such a way that I could understand and encompass it all without being overwhelmed. As I considered all this implied, I realized that some of the old wrecks, lost on the bottom and beyond the range of most divers and even some exploration equipment was now open to me. And since fish and other bottom dwellers tended to gather near wrecks and lost ships for the shelter they provided, I could use my sense of the sea life around me to track some of those that had only been traced down to a certain area far more exactly that ever before! Despite myself, I felt my heart beginning to beat a bit faster, as the excitement of the concepts playing through my mind increased. In response the suit, which was beginning to feel less and less like something I was wearing and more and more like my normal body, produced a powerful rush of chemicals, sending them into my bloodstream. I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of energy and strength, wild trembling running through my limbs. 

Turning, I decided to test out the swimming abilities of the… of my body… and swam up, my webbed feet ‘grabbing’ at the water, then pushing me forward easily. I could use my arms as well, but found that for greater speeds, I did best with my arms folded down at my sides and my legs working together, tail lashing as well to provide even more speed. I found I could get up to about 10 knots of swimming speed underwater without trying hard, and almost 30 if I went all out; the sensation of the water sliding over my body at that speed was VERY nice, and made me shiver with a pleasure that was almost too much to take. I forced myself to slow, and drew in deep breaths, tasting all the creatures around me; my senses had enhanced enough so that not only could I sense by feel, but my sense of smell and taste had somehow combined, allowing me to get a very detailed feel of what was in the water around me. Something nearby was giving off an interesting ‘scent’, and I found myself breathing it in and out without thinking; the sensation of water blowing along my shoulders made me pause, touching the vents in my neck lightly. “Heh… Gills, no less…” At this point, almost nothing could surprise me, but something did. 

As I continued taking in my surroundings, I found myself drawn to a shallow sandbar near an apparently uninhabited island. The waters here were warm and crystalline, and I felt myself relax… The scent was all around me now, but old by some days; it swirled into my mind, making it hard to think, and brought some VERY focused thoughts of my girlfriend to mind. Combined with the pressure sensitivity and heat sensitivity of my body now, I had to stop altogether, trying to puzzle this sudden change in mood and though patterns. After a moment, the surroundings and the conditions hit me, and I had to chuckle… it was a shark breeding ground, probably abandoned during the off season. 

As I rested near the bottom of a sandy area not too far from the empty beach, I noticed something else I hadn’t before. The crotch of the suit had conformed to my genitals, and they were laying there, wrapped in their own new neoprene skin, semi-erect from all the stimulus of my swimming. I lightly touched the length of it, pleased to find that it sensed pressure and temperature just like the rest of me; I guessed I would have to get used to being aroused for a while until I could get used to the intensity of swimming and the intense scents that drifted in the water… This close to the shore, the constant flow of the tide gave the sensation of being kneaded from head to toe, back and forth, the watery tendrils stroking over my skin in ways that almost drew a moan from me. Add to that the mixture of cooler water below and warm, sunlit water above, and my body quickly responded, the warm rush of energy from my new skin and the stimulus all around leading to an obvious conclusion. The feel of the water slowly swirling around my body and the gentle grip of my webbed fingers soon had me hard, and with nothing else to do for now and no idea where else to go anyway, I stroked the length of it slowly, giving in to the general sexual feeling passing through me. My entire body felt charged and eager, and my shaft felt doubly sensitive as I trailed my fingers along its length, panting a bit. I couldn’t help thinking that it was kinda small for this new custom body I had though, and imagined myself with a much heavier, lengthy shaft…

When I felt the cock in my hands stir, then slowly begin to grow, I started in surprise and looked down, watching the large blue tip swell larger, as if inflating from within with air or water, but far to hard for it to be anything other than meat. I leaned back as I grew, groaning aloud this time; after all there wasn’t anyone around to see or hear me anyway. Even the usual sea creatures seemed to give this place a wide berth, probably due to it being a haunt of sharks often. “Guess there are a few perks to having this much control over my body…” I thought, then just quit thinking, urging my shaft longer and longer. I closed my eyes, working my hands along my length, willing it wider AND longer now, and shuddered as it complied, growing way beyond anything I had ever imagined and throbbing to the very pulse of the sea. The feel of the waves washing in and out on the beach nearby stirred up currents that felt far better than any hand, so I let go of my shaft, simply letting the tide do my work for me as I swelled more. I leaned back, willing my balls larger as well and slowly spreading my thighs to their increasing width, lightly thrusting my hips and moaning, turning this way and that to let the water currents stroke me off. 

Someplace in the back of my mind, I wondered what kind of seed giant, nanite enhanced neoprene balls would produce, but the throbbing in my cock told me to shut up and enjoy myself. By this time, my long, webbed toes were curled in to grip at and heft my huge sack, and my cock was long enough to be just below the surface, the choppier waves there providing a wild counterpoint to the steady back and forth currents underneath the water.

With my rump, tail and back pressed to the warm, sandy bottom and the tip of my cock cresting the waves, I finally lost control, letting out a throaty grunt and erupting powerfully, a small geyser of thick, grayish white seed shooting into the air. I came hard, the wild enhanced sensations making me writhe in pleasure and thrust my hips blindly, toes curling into my huge balls as they trembled, no longer growing as my mind had turned from the build up to the ending… I willed my body to give all it could, reveling in the temperature increase around me and the pleasure, until I felt my body reach its limit a full 3 minutes later. Panting and shaking, I rested a webbed palm on one of my huge balls, feeling it already starting to shrink back to a more hydrodynamic size, and groaned to myself. The water was cloudy all around me, and I was kinda glad the currents were swirling the cum away from me; small fish, attracted by the floating tidbits swarmed around me, nipping at my body for bits of it, and delaying my shrinking by nibbling at my still huge cock. I lay on the warm sand of the ocean floor and closed my eyes for a bit. “Maybe this won’t be so bad after all…” I thought as I started to drift off to sleep, smiling to myself. As I settled down completely, I heard the com unit FINALLY come on, but ignored it for a bit longer. After all, they were going to be REALLY surprised when they found out what, not who, was answering…