They fight as they are slowly merged

Lily's instincts screamed that something was wrong even before her eyes could refocus. Her vision swam with fading green dots. Pebbles rattled in regular intervals as they were pushed around by the waves. She could feel that someone was standing in front of her. And something was wrong with her foot.

She was horrified to find her right ankle merging with Hank's into a single foot. She tried to reorient herself; they were both facing the same direction, but now Hank was in front of her, the leather jacket covering his broad back blocking her view of Craig. Before her eyes, she saw a rising line of electric green energy join their legs, drawing them toward each other. The flesh of Lily's thin lower leg warped as it merged with Hank's tanned muscular calf. She watched, stunned, as a new leg formed, now connected to both of their knees. She had to stifle a moan as an erotic thrill rushed through her, rising up from the new combined leg.. She marveled at the limb, which was now lithely muscular but feminine with smooth, tanned skin.

"What the fuck is going on?" Hank mumbled to himself before turning to her. "Are you doing this?"

"Not me." Lily replied, her anger having evaporated. "We were fighting over a mysterious necklace with a green gem, and now this green energy is combining our legs. I'm not the kind of person to say 'magic,' but . . ."

Hank nodded thoughtfully. “Magic, huh? No shit."

"Lily?" Craig shouted desperately as he carefully made his way toward them.

"Stop, Craig!" she shouted back at him. "We're trying to figure this out. Stay back, don’t you get stuck too."

"So try to pull apart on three?" Hank suggested. On the count, he lunged forward with his left leg, while Lily tried to pull back with her own. The necklace flared again with green light, and the pair of left legs were magically pulled together and instantly merged into a match of their right. The pair of bodies, now thrown off balance over a single pair of legs, tumbled onto the sand.

The magic surged up her legs, plunging her thighs into Hank's. Flesh merged and shifted; strong muscles flexed beneath smooth curves. Her nerves alighted with erotic new sensations. Lily pulled herself up, her pelvis uncomfortably close to Hank's ass as he was leaning forward, still trying to pull away from her. She tried to ignore the glutes flexing mere centimeters away from her groin and examined their shared legs, which were now splayed to the sides. She hesitantly stroked an expanse of tanned, gleaming skin and was overwhelmed by the pleasure she felt.

Hank couldn't suppress his moan: "Fuuuuuck, that feels good."

"You felt that too?" Lily said surprised.

"Hey, it's as much my leg as yours." Hank said somehow able to casually admire the sexy new limb. "More mine, actually. Thousands of squats to earn those quads, hours in the sun working on my tan. What are you contributing, besides making me smaller?"

"Smaller? That's a woman's thigh." Lily corrected. "And a curvy one at that." She thought to herself with secret delight.

"No way." Hank said in denial. His voice was lowered, lacking its usual fire.

"You've seen me, I can't be a girl." He continued, about to be definitively proven wrong.

Lily saw the magic go to work on their clothing, in addition to their bodies. The legs of Hank's jean shorts crawled upwards as they shortened, revealing pristine, tanned skin in its wake. When it reached his ass, it opened up, launching itself around Lily's narrow hips before starting to pull them together. Her own bikini bottom followed suit, extending to wrap itself around Hank's own hips and his prodigious member. Lily watched in horror as they were pulled closer and closer together. “Betrayed again by this damned bikini,” she thought ruefully to herself.

She screwed her eyes closed, unable to watch what happened next, as their pelvises started to merge. She felt their bones shifting and organs flowing together. She felt her pussy as it slid forward, rubbing the smooth fabric of her bikini bottom as it travelled along their joined body. And as nerves intertwined, she felt . . . an unrelenting wave of throbbing arousal. She was totally unprepared for the intensity of the sensations flooding from the new, painfully erect cock in their shorts. She unconsciously thrust their shared hips forward, trying to do anything to relieve that burning desire.

Both partners were unable to hold back their sexually charged moans of pleasure. Lily's eyes snapped open at the sensation of a large, calloused hand fishing their cock out of its prison and starting to jack it. "No, stop! You can't! It's too much!" She pleaded, the sensations rising.

"Fuck the legs. As long as I have this, I'm still a man." Hank growled back.

Lily's pussy, meanwhile, was reaching its destination. She felt his balls being pulled into their shared body and his scrotum merge with her lips. Two simultaneous gasps rang out when Hank's cock merged with her clit, multiplying the pleasure radiating from it.

"No!" She screamed and lunged forward, grabbing at his wrist. She tried desperately to pull it away and stop the sensations that were overwhelming her. There was another flash of green energy, and Hank stopped to examine what had happened. Now attached to both wrists was a single pristine hand. Strong, with long, graceful, uncalloused fingers, its nails unpolished but manicured. Hank experimentally flexed the hand, turning it around to examine it. Lily tried to stop him and **** the hand open, but his will overpowered hers, closing it again.

"Thanks for the hand, Lily. This is gonna feel so much better." He said moving it back toward their now shared groin.

"Wait!" Lily pleaded. Her mind buzzed with new feelings but she clung to the romantic notion that it was always supposed to be Craig touching her.

"It's not like you can stop me. Why don't you just relax and try to enjoy it?"

His words struck like a dagger. She stiffened and the mood shifted. To his credit, Hank noticed and turned his neck around to see Lily's horrified, pained expression.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. You just don't know what it's like for a guy to be worked up this much. Hell, I can feel your pussy now too, and it's soaking wet. We're not going to be able to figure this out with this hard-on, so just let me take care of it so we can clear our heads, okay?"

"Fine," she thought. "It's his hand, not mine. This is too much, we do need to clear our heads." After a deep breath, she relaxed, made eye contact with Hank, and nodded her consent.

Hank nodded back and brought their new shared hand back to their dick. He was more gentle now, the fresh smooth skin starting with delicate, gentle strokes. Her, no Hank's hand started gripping tighter and the strokes came faster. The pleasure was building again, but this time more slowly. Still powerful, but now reined in under Hank's steady hand. Pre-cum started to flow down their shaft, lubricating their strokes and mixing with the moisture that was now dripping from her pussy. She couldn't hold back the breathy moans as their hips started thrusting uncontrollably, filled with the longing to both fill and be filled at the same time. She felt the tension crest, and sucked in her breath, as an oncoming avalanche of male orgasm bore down on her.

"Here comes the money shot, Lily." Hank whispered, almost intimately. "Let's put on a show for your boyfriend."

Lily's eyes felt like they were leaping out of her head with the speed they focused on the still mute Craig. His cheeks were at full blush, clearly embarrassed at the lewd event taking place right in front of him. Yet he couldn't look away, he was enraptured, his eyes unwilling to blink. She also saw his erection pitching a sizeable tent in his swim trunks. Lily only had a moment to think, "He's looking at me. He sees me and he likes it!" before she climaxed, and her mind was briefly carried away by the sensations of her spasming cock.

When Lily regained her bearings, she found Hank taking deep breaths and wiping their sticky hand in the sand. Unfamiliar hormones flooded Lily's brain and in that moment she was just happy Craig had seen her, that he had been there with her through that sexual experience with his eyes full of lust if not love. An inflating sensation alerted her that their transformation was continuing. She had missed the merging of their hips, now wide and curvaceous, flowing out smoothly from her thin waist. She turned in time to see her butt filling with muscle, adding size while maintaining a sexy round shape. She was able to give it a jiggle as she rose to her knees and flexed her glutes.

Hank's jeans had completed their transformation into a skimpy pair of jean shorts. They were tight, with a distressed bottom edge high enough to give a peek of the folds of their cheeks as they connected with their thick, muscular thighs. She was surprised to see that her bikini bottom had survived the trip as well; the strings rode high on their hips before diving down below the upper edge of the low-rise shorts. She also saw a remnant of her own skin on their new body. Where the rest was golden tanned, her own skin now lived pale and proud as a tan line on their hips, drawing attention toward their shared crotch.

"Wait, no, NO!" Her reverie was broken by Hank's terrified shriek. Her view of their front was obscured by Hank's back still in front of her but she could feel him grasping at their cock as it shrunk, having spent it's load.

"I thought it was supposed to get smaller after . . . you know . . ." She fumbled the end of the sentence, still not able to form the words for their appendage.

"Not like this! Lily, you have to stop it!" She then felt the tip of their dick as it slipped through their fingers, shrinking down further before nestling itself as a clit between their pussy lips.

"Lily!"

"Calm down Hank, I thought you were supposed to have a clear head now. This is happening to both of us, I don't know the rules."

"But without my dick, how can I be a man?" Hearing Hank, Lily had a moment of sympathy for him, realizing his whole world view must be crumbling down around him. A brief moment of sympathy before he opened his mouth and kept talking. "I don't want to have to spread my legs for the hottest guy who will have me. Thanks to you that'll probably be Craig" he finished morosely.

"You misogynist asshole!" Lily started pounding on the broad expanse of his back with her free hand. She only landed a few ineffective blows before it was sucked through his jacket into his ribs in a flash of green light.

"You know what? I'm glad this is happening," Lily hissed. She put the necklace around her neck and pushed her body into Hank's, willing it to join them faster. "If I can stop you from hurting Craig ever again. If I can show you what it feels like to be objectified, to be graded like a side of beef. If I can make you weak." Lily injected her words with all the venom she had. "Then it will be worth it."

Lily's body collided with Hank's, and she moaned with the grotesque sensation of her spine lengthening to move her neck next to his on a wide set of shoulders. The process was speeding up; Hank's waist cinched in dramatically, giving them an hourglass silhouette. His abs shifted like slugs under his skin, lining up in perfect symmetry. Rocky edges smoothed out into an expanse of gentle hills. Smooth, delicate skin belied the strength hiding beneath. As a wave of green static traveled upwards, blemishes and scars disappeared, and Hank's fine body hairs were pulled into his body.

"I bet you're loving this." Hank growled back self-righteously. "You're only a prude because you look like a boy. If you were rocking this," He gestured to their rapidly developing body. "You'd be fucking this loser like it was an Olympic sport."

Lily blushed and turned her head away. That had hit too close to home. "I'm not a slut." She clarified, mostly to herself. "Even if I were hot, I'd still have saved myself for Craig."

The necklace’s magic animated Lily's floral shawl and it pounced on Hank's leather jacket, being absorbed into it just as Lily was now being absorbed into Frank. The jacket shortened, showing off their powerful core and the curves of their waist and hip. The texture softened as the pattern changed to match the yellow color and flower pattern of the shawl. Her bikini top had found its way across their chest and now was being filled by expanding breasts.

The subtle sounds of waves and the rattling pebbles were pierced by two simultaneous gasps. Lily's breasts had never been so sensitive, so insistent. She felt more than she saw them start to sag under their own weight, needing the support of her now straining bikini top. Again, new tan lines stood out from the rest of the tanned skin, highlighting the growing expanse of pale cleavage. Their left arm must have already changed to match their right because Hank was controlling the newly matched set to grab and roughly knead their boobs.

"How are they still growing?" Lily asked amazed. "So far this body has been a mix of both of us. But I'm not this big, and you're a guy. Where are these coming from?”

"You think too much." Hank commented idly as he pinched their nipples. "I'm hot, so when I'm added to something, I make it hot. Big tits are hot, you just bring the tits."

Hank's shoulders narrowed, still muscular but now more feminine in shape. Lily felt her head being pushed against his as their necks came together. At some point the necklace had slithered around their necks and now continued to glow as they were pulled together. She didn't know what would happen when their heads merged, who would be in control of their shared body. They were now achingly female, and she hoped that would work in her favor. But when they had fought over their shared hand, Hank's will had won. She realized this may be her last chance to say something as herself.

"Craig, I don't know what's going to happen. But if this is the last thing I ever say, I want it to be this." She turned her head as she felt the necklace tighten around their necks, its emerald gem sitting between their breasts. She tried to keep her mouth away from Hank's to get out her final words.

"I love you, Craig." Tears started to flow down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I wish I could have been enough to give you what you deserve. Thank you for loving me, even when I was scared of being seen."

"Ugh, stop this girly bullshit." Hank interrupted. "If I'm driving this body when this is done. I'm going to kick your ass for this, nerd. And if I'm not, you better man up and put this chick in her place. Fuck me hard!"

Lily's brows briefly furrowed in confusion before their heads merged. Their jaws came together to form one that was strong but elegant. Their lips filled as they joined, forming a subtle pout. A pink tongue explored teeth and licked lips. Two faces blended into one. High cheekbones and a petite nose were painted with a tanned sheen. The new face while having hints of Lily and Hank, was too symmetrical, almost otherworldly. Hank's hair grew out long and black, matching Lily's, but the expanded red highlights gave off a vibrant edge. No longer content to be used as a shield, the hair pulled back, away from a stunningly beautiful face and up into a high ponytail. This sporty look revealed a long, elegant neck and delicate collarbones.

A hush fell over the beach as the magic finished its work. Where before there had been two people, now there was one baffling but undeniably alluring set of contradictions. Luscious curves framed strong abs. Flexing quads filled out thick thighs. Large, soft breasts hung from broad, muscular shoulders. Two eyes opened, one soft brown and one piercing green; a remnant of her magical heritage.

Her body was now still as the necklace's glow faded, but inside, a war raged.