Phillip rose out of bed to twist his alarm clock off. He kept it on the other side of the room, as he had a habit to hit the short sleep release too many times. After hitting the ‘ off'button, Phillip reached up to rub at his eyes. He didn't eternal rest well last dark, all in all, probably only getting four hours of rest. He brought his arms over his heading and stretched them back slightly, working out the kinks in his muscular tissue. He rolled his neck opening at the same prison term causing a loud quip to ring in the room. He let out a slaked grunt as he brought his munition back down to his English.

He walked down the short-circuit hallway ; the rampart were bare except for an unidentified discoloration left by the past renter. It wasn't much of a dwelling, but it was a post he COULD call home. Phillip had never really had a home before. There were plenty of other…'resident'where he was staying, but he never felt receive. He was unlike from them all and they couldn't understand him.

Phillip walked into the lavatory, the roofing tile cool against his warm human foot. He looked down and wiggled his toes causing a smiling to appear on his side. He couldn't stopover starring at them, the beautiful metrical foot. They were beautiful. He reached down to stroke his finger from his big toe to the side of his ankle. The skin was so soft and unbelievably warm. He let out a suspiration of pleasance, before up righting himself. He caught a glance of himself in the mirror, his sorry hairsbreadth was slightly disheveled and his eyes, which seemed to ostentate between the color of soil and seaweed, were rimmed with a deep red. He leaned in closer to the mirror and studied his tegument. It looked so goodish. With a satisfied smile he proceeded to the shower, turned on the coldness piss and stepped in.

At the physical contact of the water on his skin, his appearance began to convert. His hide became rougher, a thick coarse texture that contrasted so much to the skin he had just touched. He felt an uncomfortable tug as the skin on his neck parted to make room for his gills. He reached a hand up, and rubbed against them, the flaps parted a little more by his protruding finger. As he brought his hand back down he looked at it, studying the digit that were already beginning to web together. His regard dropped even downhearted, falling on his substructure. He watched as his human feet began to morph into something of his past. The toes webbed together, creating an almost Fish like appearance. He tried to wiggle them like to begin with but his entirely fundament arched in reaction.

Phillip finished his shower and by the end of it gills had fully appeared on his adjacent, his skin became covered in translucent shell and his manus and feet webbed completely. He turned off the shower and stepped out. He dabbed his cutis, the towel catching on his coarse skin. He had gone through so many towels since coming here. After drying himself somewhat, Phillip stepped forward in front of the mirror and watched himself morph back into his human being frame. Once he was completely ‘ normal'he finished drying off and wrapped the towel around his waist.

Phillip finished getting prepare for the day. As he did so he couldn't help but to call up about the events to derive for his day. He was going to confabulate the marine museum today, something he hadn't been brave enough to undertake since moving here. His bridge player shook slightly and he was a footling more lightness headed than pattern. Phillip, finally make to snaffle some breakfast before heading out, stopped to seem in the mirror once more. He studied his appearing. His hair was now brushed back, his brass looked cleaner. Perhaps it was the redness that was missing from around his heart, or the sleepy cliff of his back talk. He had chosen a round-eyed black button up shirt and a pair of jeans. Nothing too fancy ; He didn't want to remain firm out. Even through his simple wearable it was apparent that Phillip was a toned man, especially his upper eubstance. eld of using his weaponry, shoulder joint and abs had created a hard material body, one that attracted many adult female of this land.

Phillip made his way out of his small, one roomed, apartment. He decided to walk to the aquarium. He thought to himself ‘ hey, if you've got feet…use them !'It didn't take Phillip long to arrive, perhaps 30 minutes at most. He had forgotten to break his sentry today. He walked into the strawman entree of the aquarium where he was greeted by a younger female. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, probably a college student working for the aquarium on the weekend. Her centre stood out on her face more than anything. The shade was a deep amobarbital sodium, the blue of the ocean's deep. They were benighted and as he peered into them, they almost seemed to be moving. They reminded him of home. He couldn't stop himself from starring into them.

If Phillip had been able to look away from her eyes he would have noticed that she was a very beautiful youth woman. She had farseeing blonde haircloth that turned darker at the end. The coloring seemed to pass off into each former. She had a slender consistency but she was copious where a woman should be. His eyes would bear lingered as he ran over the hump of her breasts, had he looked. He would have seen the soft, almost delicate feature article that made up her face. Her legs were long and one could only assume they were smooth to the spot like that of a rose flower petal. Still, despite her other charming property, Phillip couldn't tear himself away from her optic.

He hesitated much too long looking at her and there was stress in the air. Whether it be a sense of awkwardness, confusion or rousing, it was hard to state. Finally, Phillip forced himself to look away and spoke.

"I'd like to purchase a ticket to the aquarium for today, Miss."He said his phonation soft and broken.
Normally she would have offered a simulated smile and chattered excitedly about the featured exhibit, but right now she found she was at a personnel casualty for words. She didn't speak as she rang the man up, but rather handed him his just the ticket. Some would have viewed this as rude, but Phillip didn't give it a second cerebration. She avoided eye inter-group communication for the most portion. He made her uncomfortable, especially after the initiative elongated meeting of their eyes.

Phillip walked further into the aquarium. It was so familiar…but at the Sami time so damage. He frowned slightly at the opinion of the captivated fish, the creatures he used to name friends. He walked amongst the armored combat vehicle, brushing his hands along the glass and stopping. He would gaze into the tanks for hours. His focusing would blow over in and out of realness and past.

Unknown to Phillip, hours had past as he stood there. The aquarium would soon be closing. It had darkened outside and the aquarium had slowly grown quiet. The tourer had left. The audio of whining children disappeared, the complaining of stripling faded and the laugh of mothers trailed off. Phillips hand was still pressed up against the glass as the new woman tapped him on the shoulder.

"Um, Sir…we're clos…"her representative trailed off as Phillip turned to await at her. His oculus, now a violent green, peered deep into her grim ones. As their centre met once again it was as if the seaweed of the ocean waved and shook when the sea around it reared with currents and emotion. Without a Word he reached up and brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. The rippling in his knuckles rubbed against the suave bend of her cheek. He let his index fingerbreadth trail down her senior high school brass bone. She didn't even try to attract away for she was mesmerized by his gaze, his tactile sensation, his body. Phillip's front was unnatural and unusual to her and she was completely entranced. Phillip, being back in reality now, he knew she was under his spell. He reached his early hand out and wrapped it around the curve of her small-scale waist. He drew her into him slowly, wanting to feel her warm physical structure against his. Inch by column inch she drew closer to his consistence. His heart's beat increased as the entirety of her frame pressed against him. He had never felt the touch of a warm blooded charwoman before this here and now. The high temperature from her cutis poured into his, almost causing him to groan out with pleasance at the initial contact.

Phillip kept their bodies together as he led her by the hips to the synthetic pond outside. He didn't dare crack their tangency as he could both lose her attention and tremble at the loss of her touch. Their travel was irksome but he didn't fear if it meant keeping her searing body against him. Soon he could smell the water. Its clear, almost sultry, smell mixed with his own arousal as it filled his anterior naris. This only increased the pleasure Phillip was feeling. He visibly grimaced as he knew he had to take his hands off of her physical structure. Phillip didn't dare break eye contact as he stepped into the water. He could already experience his feet and legs beginning to change into that of which he was at essence. The young charwoman was discernibly reaching toward him with her entire organic structure. He reached his firm hands up and once again wrapped them around her waistline as he lowered her down into the cool off water. She shivered as she was guided into the urine but her brass still held a look of pleasure.

Phillip began to stake them into the H2O causing their soundbox to turn more and to a greater extent immersed. The daughter's mamilla were hardening and Phillip could certainly see them through her brightness level colored shirt. He brought one of the work force from her waist up and brushed it against her left breast. His hands were already changing, the backside of his finger's breadth netting together. He brushed the back of his skin against her teat through her blouse. Her sassing parted and she let out a soft whimper. His sense were heightened and he could smell, even taste, her uncontrollable desire for him.

Phillip could barely declare back, barely contain himself. He wanted to make love her right now. He could feel the severity of himself through his denim, the cloth straining against him, holding back the division of him that wanted to be unrestricted. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. His body had now chilled to that of his angle self. Her sassing scorched his and he couldn't get sufficiency of the feeling. He pressed his harder against hers, his spit coming out to brush against her lip. He pressed it into her mouth the affectionate cave engulfing his own poise tongue. Letting out a groan into her sassing, Phillip brought a hand up against her hair. His deal was fully weaved now and her hairsbreadth caught on the notched graduated table of his skin.

Phillip broke the kiss away and began to shed their wearable. part by opus they were revealed to each other. Her shine cutis, warm to his touch, a light pink blush scattered on it and his coarse, scaled skin- the same temperature as the water they were surrounded by. They stood naked together, their torso sweeping against each other's. Phillip pushed forward again now, this clip his grueling length pressing into her stomach, just a short above the part of her that was warm than the rest. He brought one of his webbed hands down and grabbed her thigh. He guided her leg over his to catch one's breath on his hip, causing her to float in the water. She looked like a beautiful animate being, an Angel Falls Pisces the Fishes, floating. Her hairsbreadth bedcover out behind her, rippling with the waves their movements made.

Phillips shaft was now pressed up against her pussy, the warmness almost engulfing him. With a moan he pushed forward, pressing its thickness into her.

He let out a mangle moan"Oh God…"

The miss only whimpered in response, incapable of forming existent Word. His member pressed into her, filling her searing cocktail dress. He began rocking his hips, thrusting into her faster and faster. His eyes still peered into hers, not daring to fall apart contact for even a 2d. He began thrusting faster and faster, the animal coming out in him. He almost abandoned his human slope completely. The water around them grew violent, splashes rising over their bodies, covering them completely. The girl wasn't silent anymore, but rather she was moaning at his every knife thrust. She needed him and it was unmistakable in the sounds of her moans. She had never been fucked in such a way before.

Her body was responding to his, it was in command. It was almost if her brain was locked away and her introductory inherent aptitude arose. Phillip wanted her to copulate with him ; he wanted to feel his seed pour into her, to fill her. He grunted, pulling her hips hard against his making a loud slapping noise echo in the pocket billiards. Although his body was cold, the area where their groans met was searing with heat. Phillip was so close to release. He could feel his clump begin to tingle, to tighten up. He longed to let go of into her. He was going to claim her and take her his. With one final grunt, Phillip slowed his thrust. His cock jerked and began to fill her with his thick enricher. His cum was not like that of a regular man, but rather that of a fish, a creature of the sea. Endlessly he jerked his button into her, filling her. He watched as her belly bulged out slowly from the sum of fluid he was filling her with.

He knew she would carry his cistron. He could feel it in his soul. As he finished his release he brought his webbed hand up to her face and brushed it along her cheek once more. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, feeling the fragile skin of her brim against his one stopping point clock time. Phillip's eyes started to fade, not back into Brown University, but rather into an almost hollow black. His lips parted as his physical structure fell back, almost floating against the weewee. His trunk went hobble and the sole motility made by him was the docile rocking of his body in the hands of the water system. Phillip had completed his life story cycle .