Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
There is only one thing holding me back now.
The terms of the Blight.
My sister, brother and I were all cursed by the Sea Witch a decade ago. It was entirely my bumbling brother’s fault for venturing into her territory. In exchange for his carelessness, we were cursed with the ability to shift into human form.
But only for twenty-four hours. After that, we return to the ocean and resume our lives as whales, never able to shift again.
Unless we find someone to love us. To confess that love. Out loud.
My sister wasn’t successful.
Neither was my brother.
And they are much easier to love. Where I am…not.
I am the surliest being in the entire ocean. I tolerate nothing and no one.
I have no expectation that I’ll be any different on land.
The best that I can hope for is that my human form is attractive to Darla so that I can spend twenty-four hours rutting her on the shore, before the Blight claims me once more.
Will it be worth it?
When I spy Darla backing away from the bonfire on the beach and taking off down the shore by herself, my heart jolts in my chest and I feel myself tingling. Reshaping. Shifting to a human form, as if I’m too starved for her to help it. Before I’m fully aware of my own transformation, there I am, treading water in the moonlight with four limbs that feel incredibly awkward at first. The water is much colder now. I’m smaller, but still decidedly large compared to the many humans I’ve witnessed.
I begin to swim in the same direction where Darla is walking, relieved to discover that I’ve retained my adept swimming ability, my arms cutting through the water like knives, my legs like twin motors, spurring me forward. In no time at all, my new feet are touching the ocean floor, and I can see her, there, standing backlit by the stars, staring out at the ocean. She wears bikini bottoms and a sweatshirt, which I believe makes absolutely no sense. And there are her cute, little toes, dug into the sand.
Why do I find her toes delicious looking and not foul?
Every part of her I find delicious. Tantalizing.
My rod is long and stiff beneath the water, and I take it in my hand, testing the new size and shape. Again, much smaller than my whale construct, but decidedly enormous. I’ve seen plenty of drunk humans pissing over the side of their boats to recognize that I put them all to shame.
Too big to fit inside Darla?
How much can a human girl fit inside of her?
God willing, I will find out tonight.
As soon as I arrive on the beach, preferably.
My hand creeps lower to judge the shape of my testicles—having them hang on the outside of my body will take some getting used to—and my eyebrows shoot up to find them much, much bigger and fuller than expected. I once saw a sailor peeling an orange and dropping peels into the water. That’s what my balls reminds me of. Two round oranges.
And oh, they are so sensitive.
I bite off a groan while rubbing them vigorously in my palm, twisting and yanking and massaging, all while looking at Darla’s bare legs, but I have to stop when my cock threatens to spew. Right. As a human, I have less willpower. I need to remember that.
Praying Darla finds me attractive, I walk out of the water and onto the beach.
She stumbles backward and falls on her butt, her eyes round in terror.
“Oh my God. Oh my God.” She scuttles in reverse, looking around for something. Or perhaps someone to help her. “You…you…where did you come from?”
“The ocean.”
Interesting. My voice is the deepest I’ve ever heard from a human.
Is that a good thing?
She rattles through a breath, no idea how delectable she appears in the sand with her thighs spread, a little black strip shielding her breach from view. But I know it’s there. I know its purpose. Me. “W-were you swimming? Snorkeling? I didn’t see you…and then, you just…it’s like you came out of nowhere!”
You know me. We met this afternoon.
Those words are on the tip of my tongue, but I pause. Perhaps knowing I am the whale she confided in this afternoon will alarm Darla. After all, a whale who can shift into a human being is not the norm, whatsoever. I might scare her. Or cause her to run.
I will wait a while to reveal my true identity. For the most part, anyway. It won’t hurt to tell her my name.
“I’m Moby. And yes, I was out for a night swim…”
I trail off when I realize Darla is staring slack-jawed at my cock. Until now, it hasn’t occurred to me that I will need clothes in order to blend in.
Oops, as the humans say.
“I left my pants here on the beach,” I lie smoothly. “Have you seen them?”