Diving Accidents - MTF Mersquid transformation

It was summer vacation, and Andrew was on holiday. During his holidays, he liked to visit exotic places to exercise his greatest hobby – scuba diving. He loved finding new creatures, and witness the beauty of an underwater world.

This scuba diving trip would prove to be his last, however – and in the coming years, he’d be sure to get very familiar with the underwater world he would soon call his home after an encounter with one of the creatures he loved encountering.

New, unusual, and, most of all, magical.

An experienced diver, Andrew had decided to dive alone that day – properly dressed in a black-and-navy wetsuit, flippers, and most importantly, a tank full of air.

It’s advised to never dive alone. But Andrew didn’t listen – and thus signed his fate that day.

Andrew spent a good while swimming around, somewhere he’d never gone before. He had his favourite spots, but something had just sparked his interest in regards to this bay. Andrew would soon find out what this interest was.

He spotted a cave at the bottom of the bay, a place seemingly unexplored. Unable to resist the urge to peek inside, Andrew swam for the cave’s opening.

Andrew was hesitant for a moment – he’d heard rumours of giant octopi roaming these waters. What if one lived right here, in this very cave?

Well, he wasn’t wrong – but he was misinformed about what kind of giant octopus lived in these caves below the surface.

Andrew wasn’t to find out until much later, however, as inside this particular cave, he found nothing but a small herd of innocent-looking, small octopi.

He’d never seen this type before, and excitedly swam over, hoping not to scare them away. Finding a new species was always the highlight of any diving trip for him.

This time, however, he’d be discovering two new species – the second would be him after this family of octopi was done with him.

They approached, having gone through this process before with other visitors. The octopi stretched their tentacles in an attempt to reach Andrew, who curiously extended a hand towards one of the creatures.

The octopi took advantage of this; two immediately crawled up his arm, as two mode piled onto his legs, with others quickly following behind.

Andrew found this rather amusing; the creatures were far from shy, eager for human contact even, so it seemed.

Things became less funny, however, when he noticed the weight of the octopi was dragging him down to the cave floor, preventing him from swimming – for such small creatures, they possessed a formidable weight.

One of the octopi had crawled up his chest; it took quite some effort to dislodge the aquatic being from his torso, but Andrew managed.

He held the octopus up, intent on inspecting it closer – as he brought the octopus to eye level, its tentacles shot out, wrapping around Andrew’s face, suctioning itself to his head tightly.

Andrew screamed as he tugged at the octopus, too focused on freeing his face to notice that the other octopi were tugging at the air tubes of his mouthpiece. He tried to bite down on the mouthpiece to keep it from slipping, but unfortunately, he noticed too late – the mouthpiece fell out from under the octopus attached to Andrew’s face, and the octopus in question immediately attacked Andrew with its ink.

The ink sprayed right down Andrew’s throat, and he felt like he was going to choke on the substance. Forced to swallow, Andrew tried to close his mouth to stop more ink from going down his oesophagus, but the octopus was relentless.

It forced Andrew’s mouth open using two of its eight tentacles, maintaining its grip on Andrew’s head with the other six. Andrew proceeded to be victim to the octopus’s force-feeding of ink for what seemed to be several minutes, until the octopus finally let go, and the entire octopus family abandoned Andrew, retreating back into the shadows of the cave.

They left him hacking, sputtering, and kicking his feet – whilst struggling to get his mouthpiece back in the place it belonged, Andrew noticed something had changed.

He’d just… coughed up half his lungs without drowning.

As he lowered the mouthpiece from his half-opened mouth, it dawned on him; he had suddenly developed the ability to breathe underwater.

For a brief moment, this somewhat startling discovery filled Andrew with excitement. The octopus’s ink had somehow transformed his inner workings; he quickly got rid of the tank on his back, intending on carrying it back up later. For now, exploring would be far easier without it.

Except… that tank would remain right where Andrew had left it. Until the next unlucky diver would come across it.

Something tingled inside Andrew; some kind of pins-and-needles sensation that seemed to start at his crotch, spreading out across his legs and torso. It was a strange kind of feeling.

That strange tingle quickly turned into a burning sensation in his crotch. He could feel himself getting aroused, for no particular reason, as his hormones raged, a large bulge appearing in the tight wetsuit Andrew was wearing.

Feeling like his goggles were blurring his vision rather than enhancing it, he tossed them aside, intending to search for the zipper on his chest to see what was going on beneath his suit.

As quickly as his boner had appeared, it suddenly vanished, but not the feeling of arousal. Andrew could feel his penis changing shape, as if it was shrinking in-between his legs.

The heat he was in made him too impatient to fiddle with the zipper on his chest; his hand headed straight for his nether regions, gripping them tightly – only to find two folds of skin instead of testicles.

Due to this sudden pressure, the fabric of the wetsuit slipped between Andrew’s newly formed labia majora, creating an uncomfortable wedgie-camel-toe-combo.

Andrew groaned, plucking at the wetsuit to try and get it back into gear – but it was no use. His hips were expanding, causing the fabric to get tighter, wedging itself firmly in-between his labia majora and much firmer butt cheeks.

So much so, that the stretchy fabric eventually began to give way – but the slim Andrew suddenly growing a round, feminine behind wasn’t the only reason.

The zipper on his chest was about to give way, too. The seams around the poor, flimsy plastic closure of the wetsuit were tearing, and part of the zipper had opened up as well, revealing two sizable breasts that were steadily growing underneath, threatening to burst the wetsuit apart.

From the bottom, the wetsuit wasn’t in much better conditions – by now, Andrew’s legs were no longer humanoid in nature. Between the end of the wetsuit and the start of the flippers, massive suckers peeked out where Andrew’s ankles had been, attached to slimy, red, bumpy skin.

As the tentacles grew, Andrew’s bones melted away, making it feel like his legs were on fire. Andrew grasped at his head, causing his webbed hands to get tangled in his now long, brown hair.

Multiple bulges had appeared beneath the tearing wetsuit, finally busting the tattered piece of fabric apart. Andrew would have to pick the remains off of his… her… new body later.

Adrienne’s nipples burst free from beneath the wetsuit as the tentacles finally dealt it the final blow. Suckers, red skin, and floppy, boneless appendages sprouted from beneath Adrienne’s bellybutton. She ran her fingers through her hair, gently detangling the mess Andrew had left as he clawed at his head in pain.

She gently brushed her tentacles, freeing them from the last remaining scraps of fabric – the flippers floated around her, probably intending on making their way back to the surface later.

They, along with the tattered remains of Andrew’s wetsuit, his goggles and the half-empty tank that was left at the entrance of a mysterious cave, would feed the town’s rumours of the monsters that lived beneath the surface of the water.

Any fool to be unlucky enough to discover the truth behind these rumours, however… would meet the very same fate – to become one of said monsters the townspeople whispered about.

Adrienne kicked around her tentacles, getting some practice in – something told the young mersquid her new family didn’t reside within the cave – the octopi that lived there were merely the messengers.

Soon, she’d be swimming out of the bay, off to sea, to find where she belonged – surely, she wasn’t the only one out there.