Cetacean Screen (Anthro Orca TFTG+MC) [TFM]

Johnny stuffed his discarded clothes into his backpack and stepped away. He looked down at the bag on the bench and thought of what he might be missing. He knew there was one more thing he had to do before he left the changing room to enjoy the beach and sun outside, but he couldn’t quite figure it out. He looked over himself.


“Sandals,” he said, with a wiggles of his toes. “Swimsuit, check. Sunglasses…” He pulled them down, then propped them up to rest on his forehead again. “Sunglasses? Sunscreen!”


He bent over and rifled through the backpack. With a triumphant shout and then a sheepish look around the otherwise empty changing room, he pulled out the sunscreen. He opened the cap, held out his hand, and gave it a squeeze and was rewarded with a disappointing wheeze.


“Seriously?” he said. He turned the bottle over his hands and it indeed felt very, very light. Empty, perhaps. He sighed and placed the bottle in the backpack. It seems like he’d have to buy some of that greasy stuff from the stand near the beach, sunscreen that was too ineffective for his price. He sighed again. At least it was better than being burnt.


Johnny gathered his backpack and towel. He was just about to head out to get the sunscreen when he spotted something out of the corner of his eye, a dark object lying on its side under the bench. Curious, he stooped down and pulled it out.


“Huh,” he said, turning it over in his hands. It was a plastic bottle mostly black and smooth and shiny save for a wide circle of white on one side. He peered down into the circle and saw that there was a cartoony drawing of a anthropomorphic orca head with a huge smile and big blue eyes with words in bubbly black letters above and below it.


“Cetacean screen,” he murmured, reading the top words. His flitted past the orca to the words below it. “Killer edition.” He smiled, then raised an eyebrow. “Infinite SPF?” He looked up, and then down again at the bottle. He peered closely at it, but especially the orca face. It...she was kind of cute. Her easy smile made him far more trusting of it than its seemingly unlimited sun protection.


“Oh, what the heck,” he said. He unscrewed the plastic top and found that there was a seal under it...which meant it hadn’t been used, right? He shrugged. Whatever this stuff was, it was sure better than what he could get at the stand. And it was free, too!


Without a moment more of hesitation, Johnny squeezed some of the lotion out onto his hand and began to apply it to himself. It rubbed in quite easily and smelled nice enough, like a pleasant sea breeze. In a matter of minutes, his previous concern was no more and he was ready for the beach. He placed the sunscreen in the bag, silently thanking whoever had been unfortunate to misplace it.


Johnny left the changing room and stepped out into the beach. He immediately had to lower his sunglasses to cover his eyes because it was very sunny today. He was even more grateful to have found the sunscreen now. Even the short walk between the changing room and the stand would have left him burnt. He was even more grateful to see the beach was relatively empty with only a few loners like him here and there along with a cute cat couple and a family further down. As he walked down the beach, he found even the lifeguard post was empty. He shrugged. The waters were pretty calm today and he didn’t come here for someone to tell him whether he could swim or not. Regardless, he laid out his towel and placed his backpack not too far from the post. He took out the “Cetacean Screen” in case he needed to re-apply, something he was sure he would have to do even with “Infinite SPF.” It would be easy enough to see even if the tide did bring him further down.


With his stuff set, Johnny kicked off his sandals and headed off into the ocean. He ran right for the waters, sloshing through the shallows quickly before diving forward into the deeper waters with a splash and a laugh. It was so hot that even the relatively warm water against his skin was chilling. He swam and was happy for it, glad to have time to relax and enjoy the freedom and rhythm of the waves. He swam and swam, not thinking much of anything and certainly that his swimming was so calm and natural as it had never been before. It was a calm day, after all, so why shouldn’t he too be calm?


After some time of enjoying the sea, Johnny surfaced and found himself far from the shore, the lifeguard post little more than a speck in the distance. Though the waters weren’t so deep and there was no one else nearby to disturb him, he felt a mental nudge to get closer to the post. Why was he so far out anyways? He shouldn’t be abandoning his post.


“Post?” Johnny said aloud, treading the water. “Post? But that’s just my po...pos...possessions?”


He wondered why he cared so much. All that was out there was his backpack with some clothes and a towel he wouldn’t miss. He’d left anything important at him, for the beach was a close enough walk. Still, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the post and there was a draw to it that he could not resist.


Thus, Johnny extended an arm forward to start the swim back and would have started had he not caught sight of his arm and how a portion of his skin was black in coloration, smooth, slick and hairless. He yelped and thrust arm away before bringing it back up to his face to inspect. Any calm he had before evaporated as he saw the smooth black was spreading, subsuming his skin, thinning it to a sleeker shape and shedding its hairs. Instead of screaming or yelling or flailing about, he simply let his jaw drop.


“Uh…” he said, watching as more and more of his arm became black and smooth and shiny under the sun. He wiggled his fingers as they slimmed down, his nails falling out into the waters, no longer needed. He stared wondering why black and smooth and shiny seemed so familiar…


His eyes drifted away from his arm and back to the distant post. It wasn’t an answer, but the draw now had more powerful than ever. He had to get back to as his post--


He shook his head and blinked as clumps of hair fell from his head into the water. He brought his still altering arm up and swept it over his scalp to find most of his hair had fallen away and that some skin was already beginning to feel smooth, almost rubbery which no doubt meant it was black like--


“The screen!” he exclaimed, gazing forward towards his post...his possessions. “Cetacean screen! That’s it!”


He looked over to his other arm and saw black creeping up on it too. Actually creepy was the sensation of his ears shrinking away into his increasingly smoothly shining black scalp.


“I have to go back!” he said, still staring at the lifeguard post.


With this, Johnny started to swim back to shore, his arms and legs working as they never had before. It was more than pure panic that spurred him on, however, for as he swam he continued to change. By the time his left arm was like his right--smooth and sleek and black--his legs were undergoing changes of their own. Black slippery hide replaced soft skin and did away with hair and nails, overall shape slimming yet retaining strength. His toes melded together so that his feet became slightly flippery and certainly slippery, making him swim slightly faster.


Feeling the changes and not wanting to think about them so much, Johnny dove under the water just as his nose fell flat, his nostrils closing up while his skull became totally subsumed by the slippery black skin. His cranium expanded to a more melon shaped dome while his face pressed forward a cetacean snout. Still beneath the surface, Johnny’s eyes were forced shut as they moved slightly to either side of his new visage, his irises brightening to a bright blue and eyelashes extending outwards, long and feminine. A large teardrop shaped splotch of white formed on either side of his head while the black underside of his jaws and slightly lengthened, though thinned, neck faded to white. Feeling his breath catching in his throat, Johnny surfaced and sputtered. His new mouth fell open and teeth fell out, replaced by ones that were smaller, sharper and more numerous. As he desperately tried to take a breath, his tongue wagged out of his mouth, its hue paling pinker and it grew out more pointed. Finally his blowhole formed near the top of his head, new air rushing in after a few spurts of water from the freshly formed hole.


Johnny blinked after noticing his new perspective, the black shape of his orca muzzle now ever present in his vision. He raised his hands and felt over its new shape with smaller, now slender fingers. He would have continued to examine himself had his gaze not caught the sight of the post again. It was so close!


“Have to... “ he begin, then shut his mouth as he heard his voice. It was higher than before, and rose higher still as his Adam’s Apple melted away on his neck. He shivered as he felt the black, smooth skin rush down from his narrowing shoulders to continue to cover the rest of him. Still, he scarcely thought of this, for all he really wanted to do was return to his post. Or was it his possessions? He couldn’t really be sure which.


It hardly mattered to the changing man, who resumed his swim. It was now natural the way he moved in the water, and as he continued his swim some other additions only served to aid him. While his the skin on his chest became smooth and ivory white, slimming down his stomach and thinning his waist, something pressed out against the base of his spine. It was a little uncomfortable, but he kept swimming still even as the flesh nub continued to grow. It branched out into a recognizable cetacean fluke, black on top and white on the underside. At first, his growing tail was more of a liability but it quickly made up for it as it rapidly grew thicker and longer until it was capable of propelling him through the water with a speed who never would have been able to achieve previously.


Before Johnny knew it, he was on the beach. He stood on the sand and its warmth felt good on his feet. Though his tail dragged a little behind him, he hardly noticed. He was close to the post, so close and so he started to walk closer still.


Johnny only managed a couple of steps before his hips popped and cracked. He stumbled and caught himself on his hands, his pointed face nearly touching the sand as he felt his hips widen and his rear plump up. The altering man forced himself to stand and had to catch his swimsuit with a hand just as they started to fall. He felt his face grow flush and he wondered if others could even see him blush as he looked down. His hips were now too wide for his swimsuit, so much so that there was no way he could walk without one hand holding it up. He looked around and noticed that the beach was much more busy than before especially with anthros, but no one was really paying him mind. He wasn’t sure whether it was just luck, but he didn’t want to risk notice even if he was changing into some sort of anthro orca.


Awkwardly Johnny stepped forward...and felt his chest wobble. He stopped and looked down and watched in horror as the flesh on his chest bubbled, quickly swelling and growing out into a pair of bouncing breasts. Now Johnny let out a little high pitched shriek that he forced himself to cut short as he covered his new assets, blushing at their touch.


Now that both his arms were used up, Johnny couldn’t help but lurch towards the post with a slow walk whilst silently praying that no one noticed the orca anthro awkwardly walking amongst them. He kept his head down to avoid eye contact, and it was for this reason that he noticed his swimsuit shimmer and...shrink?


“No, no, no…” Johnny murmured in a tone high and feminine. “Come on…”


He let out a gasp as the fabric of his swimsuit reconfigured into a purple V-shaped swimsuit more fitted for a woman just as his masculinity shrank away, leaving behind a slit and other internals more suited for womanhood. Johnny shivered as she ceased to be male, the only solace to this turn of events as the top of his swimsuit stretched and shifted up his front and around his back so that the new orca woman now wore a very fitting purple one piece swimsuit that thankfully covered her chest and rear. Surprised, she dropped her arms to her sides and stepped back, almost bumping into a mink male in the process.


“S-sorry,” she said, wincing at the sound of her voice.


“No problem, ma’am!” the mink said, moving on.


“Ma’am?” The orca female said. She looked down at herself and saw her smooth black skin that shined so well in the sun, noticed how her chest bobbed at breaths from her blowhole, and admired how well her suit fit to augment her curves and waist and wide hips.


Admired? She closed her eyes  and rubbed at her smooth scalp. Why would she be admiring herself, because she wasn’t…


She opened her eyes and peeked down at herself again. There was nothing wrong with what she saw, not really. She was appropriately dressed for the beach, so what was this sense of shame about? Why did she shrink away from every passing person.


She took a deep breath and stood tall, her tail waving behind her and tracing a path in the sand. There was something off, something wrong, or so her mind told her but she just couldn’t see it. She was...well, she was an attractive orca lady who looked good in purple. She didn’t have to be so shy. She should be confident. No, she was confident and what  was wrong with that? But…


She shook her head and let some water out of her blowhole. She knew there was more to it than that. It was as if she was missing something and what was it? She scoured her mind, but found it mostly clouded Name, name, was it her name? What was her name? She found a J, but not much more than that.


“J…” she said, then giggled. She sounded so cute! “J, J...Jean?”


She nodded. Jean sounded nice, it sounded like her. Jean was happy with that. Still, there was something missing, some sort of pillar of herself that…


She looked around, past the people milling about and a towel and backpack until her eyes fell on a familiar looking post. She stared at the wooden structure and the seat at the top, upon which there was a word.


“Lifeguard,” she read.


Somehow, lifeguard meant nearly the same thing to her as Jean. It felt responsible, it felt right, which could only mean one thing to the orca.


“Lifeguard,” she said again, this time with a giggle. “That’s, like, me!”


Jean made her way to the post, greeting others on the way before taking her place in the seat. Immediately, she felt relief as whatever tension she had still been holding onto washed away with the latest set of waves. She smiled and let out a satisfied click, happy with her station and post. It was so nice and sunny and she’d be out here all day!


“Ma’am?”


Jean looked down and saw a nerdy looking man staring up at her. She smiled down at him.


“Yes?” she said.


He held up a black bottle that looked oh-so-familiar to her but she couldn’t quite place it.


“Is this anyone’s that you know?” he asked. “I just found it around here after I realized I’d forgot my own and--”


“Oh, no,” Jean said, shaking her head. “I think, like, someone left it.” She leaned over and smiled conspiratorially, batting her eyelashes out of habit. “You can totally use it. Finders keepers, after all!”


She sat back up with a laugh. The man smiled and pushed up his glasses.


“Hey,” he said, his face a little red, probably from the sun, poor thing! “Thanks!”


“No problem,” Jean said. “Enjoy the beach, enjoy the sun! Just be careful as you have fun!”


The man nodded and headed away. He was a cute kid, she kind of reminded him of someone, someone so familiar that she should know him, so closer to her that…


She shrugged as the thought washed away, smiling to herself as she sat back in her chair. For some reason, she had a feeling the rest of the day was going to be just great.