Hands-on anatomy training

I moved up her body, letting the full weight of my human form press her into the warm sand. In the water, we were buoyant, weightless. Here, gravity was a new and heavy master.

"Feel that?" I murmured, bracing myself on my forearms above her chest. "The weight on you, it's called gravity. That’s the earth pulling us down."

Ariel nodded breathlessly, her eyes wide as she stared up at the sun. "It’s heavy. Like a thick blanket."

I looked down at her chest. Without the buoyancy of the ocean, her magnificent princess breasts didn't float; they settled. They were full, heavy, and incredibly soft, spilling over her ribcage in perfect, teardrop shapes. The generous curve of the underboob rested against her pale skin, creating a delicious crease of heat.

"And these," I said, cupping one in my hand. It filled my palm completely, heavy and warm. "They have weight now."

Ariel gasped as I lifted the breast, feeling the heft of it. "They feel... pulling. It’s strange."

"It's gravity, Ariel. And it makes them bounce."

I jostled her lightly. Her breasts jiggled, the soft flesh swaying beautifully with the movement. The nipples, no longer hardened by cold water, were large, pink, and incredibly sensitive to the warm air.

I leaned down. I didn't bite like a shark this time. I licked. My human tongue dragged across the sensitive skin of her breast, tasting the salt of the drying ocean water and the underlying sweetness of her sweat.

"Ah!" Ariel cried out, her back arching off the sand. "That feels... sharp! The air makes it sting when you stop!"

I drew the nipple into my mouth, suckling hard. The sensation of human suction, wet, warm, and vacuum-tight, was totally different from the underwater environment.

Ariel moaned, her hands tangling in my salt-stiffened hair. She was lost in the new sensation of weighted breasts and air-exposed nerves.

But as I worked her nipple, her legs started moving. She couldn't help it. The novelty of having two separate limbs was too distracting. She flexed her knees, digging her heels into the sand, wiggling her toes furiously as if trying to grip the earth.

I stopped suckling and looked down at her feet.

They were perfect. Having never walked a day in her life, her feet were pristine. The arches were high and elegant, the skin unblemished by calluses. Her toes were small, delicate, and currently curled tightly into the white grains of sand.

"You like those," I stated, sliding down her body until I was kneeling at her feet.

Ariel lifted her head, looking down the length of her new body. "They’re so funny! Little... little fingers on the ends of my legs. Look how they move!" She splayed her toes wide, then scrunched them up again.

"They are beautiful," I said, grabbing her left ankle.

Her skin was so smooth. I ran my thumb over the protruding ankle bone—a piece of anatomy she didn't have ten minutes ago.

Ariel giggled. "That tickles!"

"Does this?"

I ran my hand down to her sole. The skin there was baby-soft, incredibly sensitive having never touched rough ground. I traced the high arch with my fingernail.

Ariel shrieked, jerking her leg back, but I held on tight. "Stop! It’s too much! It sends zaps up my leg!"

"You need to toughen them up if you want to walk," I murmured.

I brought her foot to my face. It smelled clean, like sea salt and new skin. I kissed the top of her foot, right on the delicate metatarsal bones.

Ariel stopped giggling. Her breath hitched. This was a different kind of touch. It was worshipful, yet deeply carnal.

I turned her foot over. I licked the sensitive, silken arch of her sole, from the heel to the ball of her foot.

"Oh gods..." Ariel whimpered, her toes curling helplessly against my tongue. Sensations fired up her brand new nervous system, connecting her feet directly to her groin. She squirmed in the sand, her thighs rubbing together.

I took her big toe into my mouth. I sucked on it, swirling my tongue around the digit.

Ariel threw her head back into the sand, groaning loudly. "Why does that feel... there? Ray, my tummy is doing flip-flops!"

I moved to the other foot, giving it the same devoted attention. I worshipped her new extremities, kissing her ankles, massaging the untested muscles of her calves, tasting her soles until she was writhing, **** for something more substantial than just tongue on feet.

She sat up, bracing herself on her elbows, looking at me with wild, dilated eyes. Her breasts hung heavily, her nipples hard points.

"I want to walk," she demanded breathlessly, looking from her stimulated feet to my face. "Teach me how to walk. Right now."

I smirked, dropping her foot.

"Alright, Princess," I stood up, extending a hand. "Up you get. Let's see if those pretty new legs can support you."