She would’ve screamed her throat raw if not for exhaustion. Slowly, well after she had finished and plopped back onto the dry grass of the shore at last, her friend the turtle waddled up beside her and eased itself down. Smiling tiredly, Colleen turned on her side towards the turtle and smiled, propping her head up on one arm. The other hand playfully and gently explored the turtles’ shell and head, which it did not pull in as they usually do, but blinked at her curiously, as if regarding her with as much curiosity as she had for it.
Feeling bold, Colleen turned the large animal onto it’s side; she knew turtles could die on their back, but she wanted to see something and didn’t think propping him up on a rock sideways for a few minutes would hurt anything.
Sure enough, she was right. From out of a fold in it’s underside, was a bright red penis as she had never seen before. The turtle itself was about 3 feet in diameter, and the penis was about 9 inches long, bigger than her ex’s by far. What got Colleen’s attention was the shape of it. It had a thick, bulbous head that was as thick as three fingers curled up, but smooth and warm to the touch. Behind that, it tapered sharply, as if a bulb were on a very thick stick, sturdy but not as thick as the tip. Unlike other cocks, it had no really visible veins, only smooth, warm skin.
Without a thought, Colleen bent her head down low and kissed the cute little cock-head. Tenderly, she licked and kissed the turtle’s cock, marveling at the watery yet salty taste of the fluid that expressed from it. Feeling more bold, she engulfed the whole thing and felt the
knob bump against the back of her throat as her lips closed on the thinner shaft. Colleen began licking and pumping her head up and down, giving the turtle’s dick a thorough wetting. Too soon, it seemed, the warm organ in her mouth began running warm, sticky fluid into her mouth, which Colleen quickly swallowed. It was smooth and kind of tasty, like when her Mom had made turtle soup, but different. Colleen gulped down shot after shot of the turtle’s spew, then licked the surface of his cock clean.
Sitting up, the young girl pulled the turtle back on it’s feet and gave it a peck on top of it’s warty head for good measure. Colleen was becoming strangely accustomed to the weird turn of events here at her old playground today.
“It’s funny what you can get used to.” she mused.
Colleen’s body had undergone a drastic change, as a side effect of her aquatic intimacies and long term exposure to the specially tainted waters. The chemicals combined with the natural acids and salts of the swamp and had perfected the true aphrodisiac that scientists had failed to find themselves and was more potent than they would have dreamed. The ecosystem had adapted and assimilated the new property introduced there and now for all purposes, this swamp would always produce sexually-charged flora and fauna. Colleen herself, having drunk and bathed in the waters all of her life, having it infused into her biochemistry over the years had been unintentionally prepared for the final jolt that would change her very being forever. Having had the concentrated fluids of many of the swamp’s denizens directly pumped into her today, she now was pushed over the biological edge.
The thin redhead, over the course of the next few weeks would find her body changing; her breasts becoming fuller and she began to lactate, her body grew more lush and generous. Overall, her curvaceous body also seemed stronger, more resilient, but also sensitive. Inexplicably for many around her, she seemed to garner more attention than usual; men and women both found themselves staring dreamily after her when she was close by. Animals of all kinds, from dogs and cats to all manner of beast drew near her, wanting to lick or be touched by her. Colleen likewise found her own desires would increase to even more unnatural levels as she looked upon almost everything and everybody as a potential sexual partner. She would find herself drawn to strange thoughts unlike any she had before, some dark and dangerous.
It was a beautiful sunny day only 3 weeks later. A confident and stronger-looking Colleen drove up the dusty road to the clearing by the swamp she had been thinking of since the first day she left it. She was so horny her panties were soaked. “I better get to it before I mess my pants,” she thought. Colleen quickly stripped off her red-checked halter top releasing her now full, milky jugs and her daisy dukes from her generous ass and walked toward the water. She floated with her legs spread and pussy wide, until she saw the familiar ripples of her friends approaching.
She sighed, knowing the fun to come. Colleen tilted her head back, smiled, and closed her eyes, “God, this has been a great summer.” The first of her lovers swam forward.
Chapter 2
A cool breeze with just a hint of chill in it blew over the reclining form of Colleen McPherson. Now a stunning young woman of 21, the once tiny girl was now an almost amazonian woman. Her 36DD breasts strained at the thin white T-shirt she wore, her eraser-thick cherry red nipples accented her creamy white, freckled skin of her generous cleavage. Her bare, toned stomach was exposed, flaring dramatically to her 36″ hips, covered by the red cotton shorts that clung tightly to her red-trimmed pussy lips, giving any viewer a pleasant scene of classic camel-toe.
Colleen was outside, laying in the grass letting the sun warm her beautiful body. She was at the Lafayette campus of Pharmatech, the largest research facility in the state of Louisiana, waiting for test results. After almost a year of her “Swamp Adventures”, as she called them, she became quite certain that something in the water there caused her wonderful and strange transformation, not only in her but in her many multi-species lovers.
Having taken a sample of swamp water with her, she found it surprisingly easy to get an audience with the head biochemist of the firm; such was her newfound powers of persuasion. Stuttering and flustered, the middle-aged man listened with rapt attention at her recollections of unbridled lust and sex with the many animals in the swamp. Colleen realized that the poor man was not only under her pheromonal spell and finding it hard to concentrate, but that her stories were making the scientist unbelievably horny. Always being in a low-level state of arousal herself, Colleen did the only thing she felt natural about in these situations; she fucked the scientist.
Pausing a moment in her tale of being ass-fucked by a large, burrowing mole who literally dug it’s head into her tight, dark sphincter, Colleen smiled at the Professor and whipped her T-shirt off, revealing her bouncing white globes, generously speckled with brown freckles. The doctor’s eyes widened in child-like hope, then he smiled gratefully as the lithe redhead knelt before him and unzipped his fly, pulling out his already leaking 7″ cock. Running her mouth and nose up and down it’s length, inhaling his scent, Colleen’s mouth watered. She had forgotten how nice a human cock was, once in a while.