Christen the new team

"First, I'd like to reassure you all that even if you're not one of the four to make the team, you will still be able to contribute in a supporting role," you address the assembled swimmers. You turn to the boys, who Hannah has finally relieved from their endless lengths. "We do need a male swim team, but I'll leave Hannah - who will remain your coach - in charge of picking them, and you'll all be subservient to the women." The guys nod, their rationality corrupted from bathing in your alpha pheromones for so long.

"As for the girls, a physical inspection makes it clear who our top swimmers are. So please, congratulate your new captain, Sasha."

The hot blonde, still stark naked, smirks at the girls applauding her with unvarnished envy. "Thanks, Michael," she purrs, looping an arm around your shoulders and pressing her hips against you. "You made the perfect choice." She pulls you into another passionate kiss, with tongue.

Neither of you rush, enjoying having the 30-odd swimmers watching your unabashed intimacy. When the two of you eventually finish, you continue: "Joining Sasha will be Martha, Carlie and Amy." The three knockouts instantly embrace you, their athletic, naked forms trying to cover every inch of you body, as you feel breasts and mouths and pussies pressing gratefully against you.

"What about the rest of us?" asks Emilia uncertainly, kneading her small tits with one hand. "What's the supporting role?"

"Ah," you smile. "The best swimmers need to have all their needs taken care of, and to be fully relaxed, and that will be the job for all the rest of you girls, and all the boys. You'll help our swimmers train, move equipment, and organise everything for them. And you'll make sure they're already relaxed, by massaging them, eating them out, feeling them up, fucking them... whatever they want. And, of course, the male swimmers will constantly fuck all the supporting girls, as long as it doesn't hinder them in their work. Sound good to everyone?"

The disappointment of the girls not on the team has turned into broad grins over the course of your speech, and your announcement is greeted with enthusiasm. Amy happily suckles on your balls with Carlie, another redhead.

"Now, as its sponsor, I think this new, elite team ought to be christened," you announce, reclining against the pool wall to expose your penis, which is hard as stone despite the cool water. "Sasha, Martha, get your tits over here."

The two sexy swimmers hurry to position themselves on either side of you, so that four large mounds envelope your throbbing cock, which has seen disappointingly limited action so far. In synchrony, the two sexy swimmers slide their breasts up and down your dick, eagerly licking your tip each time they hit the bottom of your great length.

"That's it Michael, you sexy beast, cum all over your hot, naked swimmers," urges Amy.

"We're so grateful to you for improving this swim team," agrees Carlie. "Thank you for showing us we were being way too stuffy, when we should really be horny, orgy-loving whores."

"Cum on us, Michael," begs a brunette, hoisting her boobs to provide a target.

"Yes, come all over us," "Please cum on me," clamour the assembled girls, pushing towards you, their eyes locked on your throbbing member. Sasha and Martha up their pace, squeezing tighter around your cock, until finally you erupt with a yell. Ropes of your cum arc metres away, splattering pretty faces, wet hair and bouncing tits alike. As the girls start eagerly licking your cum of each other, you will yourself into a tenth spurt, not stopping as your semen mixes with the pool water. As soon as it does so, your sperm start swimming through the water, searching for a target, visible as a white cloud spreading around the swimmers. The sperm swim right into each vagina, leading to cries of arousal as if they can feel your penis in each one. For the girls who have their heads under water, white fluids gather around their eyes, ears, nose and mouth, as your semen enters every orifice. The sperm even swim into the tiny holes in their nipples, triggering sharp bolts of arousal in the girls' breasts. Every one of them collapses into spasming orgasms, barely floating as the entire pool slowly turns milky white. Screams and moans echo around the large building, along with cries of "Fuuuckkkk..." and "Oh, Michael!!..." At your design, the sperm do not discriminate, also penetrating every exposed pore of the male swimmers, sending them into shuddering orgasms. Finally, the hypnotic effects of your cum kick in, and the pool is silent.

You gaze in satisfaction at the frozen swimmers, waist-deep in an opaque white mixture. It seems your regular pheromones were sufficient for them to start accepting your commands, so only a few safeguards are needed. "To all of you: you will re-enter this state whenever I say the word 'freeze'. Whenever you are at an event with the swimming club, you will follow the instructions I gave you with pleasure, and without question. You will never talk about this with anyone not currently in this room." You're about to release them, but then a past fetish of yours comes to mind, and you can't resist the opportunity.

"Whenever you enter the water, your legs will morph into a mermaid or merman's tail, though still with full functionality of your sexual organs. When you get out your legs will revert. Unfreeze."

Screams of pleasure echo through the leisure centre, as the swimmers are racked by the most intense orgasms of their lives. As you watch, flailing legs turn into long, sparkling tails, with meat and veg dangling from mermen waists, and two holes clearly visible at the top of the mermaid's tails, lips at the front and a star at the back. As soon as the transformed swimmers recover from their orgasms, their increased libidos kick in, and the pool erupts into an orgy of kissing, groping and fucking.

Amy swims up to you and emerges from the water, her tail winding round your legs. "I love you, Michael," the redhead sighs, nestling her head against your eight-pack. "Want to try out the new equipment?" she offers, stroking her magenta scales temptingly.