(Man to Female Mermaid)


Matthew hummed as he looked out to the ocean. The waves quietly lapped at his feet as he curled his toes in the sand, a small smile dawning across his features. “This really is the best.” The man said, enjoying the fact that there was nobody around to hear him speak.

Or so he’d thought.

An ethereal form drifted behind him, the silhouette of a buxom mermaid smirking as she looked down to her prey. She’d been following him for some time now, and she knew that he was perfect for her: a host susceptible to magic, yet unaware of its existence.

“You’ll do nicely.”

Matthew didn’t so much hear the words as he did feel them within his skull. They echoed around within his head, and he lifted his hand to his temple, momentarily worrying that he’d mentally snapped. Then a cold feeling crept along his back, like someone melting an ice cube along the small of his back.

Then a warmth spread through him, centering around his nipples. The man moaned, his coarse hands reaching up to find a softness that hadn’t been there a second ago. A deep crimson colored his face, and he looked down to find that he’d grown breasts.

They weren’t large ones, barely an A-cup. Still, compared to the flat chest he’d had before… “What’s going on?” Matthew whimpered, yelping at an electric tingling on his shoulder. He didn’t expect an answer, and was singularly caught off guard when a woman’s voice resounded within his head once more.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. I’m just… Well, tailoring.” The spirit spoke with undisguised amusement, enjoying the distress of her new host. She trailed her right hand to his, curling her fingers around his wrist and tugging on it gently. Much to her delight, his body responded intuitively.

Matthew yelped at his right arm lifted, and he looked to it in shock. His fingers were twitching as the electric sensation went from curling around his hand to actually inhabiting it. He could feel a hand slipping into his own, as though his hand was little more than a glove.

Worse, his hand transformed to accommodate the tingling. It slimmed, his fingers thinning and growing softer, more delicate. In seconds, they were undeniably female. Gone were the callouses, gone were the few hairs along the back of his palm. Instead, he now had a smooth, sleek texture to his skin.

He stared at his changed hand in terror, only to whimper as it continued to transform. The webbing between his fingers crept ever-upward, slipping past his first knuckle, then the second. Soon his hand was completely webbed, like some sort of amphibian’s.

Laughter slipped into his head, and he shuddered as he felt his other hand fall under an ethereal sway. He looked to his other hand desperately, watching as the transformation mirrored itself. His hands twitched and moved as though he was a marionette, and he let out a pitiful, pleading gasp for mercy.

In response, both of his hands were jerked forwards, and he yelped aloud, balance off-set. The magical tingle set upon his back and along his legs, and his knees clamped themselves together. A distressed gasp crept from his lips as his knees bent, and he fell hard onto the sand.

The tingling in his back was echoed by a renewed warmth in his chest, and his hands moved to his small breasts, groping them and caressing them, swelling them out larger and larger. He moaned loudly, and for the second time in as many minutes, he was glad to be along on the beach.

His cheeks colored at the fact that he was enjoying this, and the man looked down to his chest, watching his feminine, webbed hands caress his growing breasts. His nipples were erect and long, and he whimpered with pleasure as he rubbed his thumb-webbing along the sensitive buds.

“Ghoood this feels good!” He panted hotly, wriggling his thighs as they began to merge into one another. He could feel it happen, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure he was feeling from just teasing his breasts, his areolas growing larger the more he played with himself.

His feet stretched out behind them as he curled his toes, which were already beginning to blend with one another. The nails fell from his toes as he let out another husky moan, and a shimmering shade of violet began to spread along his legs.

Were he in his right mind, he’d have realized he was becoming a mermaid. But Matthew was hardly in a cognizant state. Drool trickled down his chin as he felt his manhood stir, though not in a manner that he was used to.

It was hard, but wasn’t rising. Rather, it was sinking, pressing back into his groin. His balls ached as his scrotum tightened, beginning to reel them into his crotch like a net being withdrawn. A sharp pair of aches brought a loud squeak from his lips, and he realized that his testicles were no more.

His prick wasn’t long for this world either. It recessed within him, leaving him as blank as a doll. As his hips curved, his swimsuit began to slip from his body, exposing the changes to his startled eyes. “N-no, please…” He gasped, arching his back as his hips bulged further.

The spirit smirked and pushed herself a little further into her host’s yielding form, marveling at how simple it was to enter him. Normally, her victims showed at least a little resistance. It was like this man had been born to be remade into a mermaid. Without any further ado, she slipped herself wholly into Matthew’s body, chuckling with derisive scorn.

Matthew yelled in shock, his entire body yielding to her. His swimsuit snapped as his hips flared out, his legs pulling into one another and merging into a single long tail. His feminine breasts heaved as he struggled to breathe, his hair creeping down his back an inch at a time.

He could feel an aching need dill him as his sex opened, a mermaid’s vagina nestled beneath smooth violet pubic scales. It only heightened his distress, his terror at the changes that he was helpless to fight.

The small of his back pulled out into a curved fin, cloaked in the same iridescent skins as his lower half. A trail of scales connected it to his pert feminine ass, mimicking the cutting effect her dorsal fin would have on the water. His dorsal fin. Hers?

His brow furrowed as his ear lengthened, and Matthew curled his long tail in distress, shuddering at how easy it was to move it. His changing body was responding as though he’d been born into it, years of instinct belying the fact that he’d been wholly human just moments before.

His mind was changing. Her mind was changing. It was the only thing that made sense to her-him. He clutched as her soft lengthening hair, struggling to remember her childhood, remember swimming below the ocean, playing with mermaids and…

“No, it’s not right!” Matthew whimpered, tears slipping from her eyes as he struggled to regain some semblance of who she was. She was… She was Matthew, human, brown hair, purple tail… No! Nothing made sense, nothing made sense, this

“This is right.” A sultry feminine voice slipped from her lips, and Matthew’s eyes widened.

She recognized the voice: it was the one that had echoed within his head just moments before. He tried to plead with the voice, to make her undo the changes to her own body, but… Her own body? The pieces finally connected in Matthew’s head.

“Good boy.” The spirit spoke with a mocking coyness. “See, I need a body in order to have fun. And yours…”

Matthew’s eyes flared with amethyst light, and she curled her back, clawing a hand feebly at the air for all the good it would do her. Her breasts heaved as she was overwritten, shunted into the subconscious of her own brain. She wanted to scream wanted to run wanted to wanted wante

The mermaid blinked, her eyes glowing violet. Her body felt naturally onto the sand, and she curled her long tail, flitting the fin with mirth. “Fits like a glove.” She finished, looking to her hand and grinning. It was time to have some fun…

LATER…

Matthew blinked, gasping. Cold water filled her mouth, and she clutched at her throat desperately, trying to keep herself from drowning. Then her gills filtered the saltwater, oxygen reaching her lungs. Her tail gently swished to the current, its fins flitting gently with the rushing water.

Something was pulling away from herself, a violet outline of her grinning reflection. Matthew realized she was looking at the spirit who’d changed her, and she gaped in shock. Maybe it was thanks to her having been transformed; maybe it was because she was underwater… She didn’t know.

“It was fun, but I’m no good with kids.” The spirit laughed, waving her webbed fin at Matthew’s shocked face. “Have fun with your baby!” With that, she vanished, leaving only an echoing laugh and a tumult of emotions in Matthew’s mind.

Then her words processed, and Matthew looked down to find her breasts had enlarged, as well as her belly. It was round and taut, undeniably pregnant. The new mermaid gawped like a deer in the headlights, realizing that her troubles had only begun.