water women

The clerk brings up the underwater girls, and your curiousity is peaked. You know there’s a lot of sea life that’s unlike anything else out there, so you’re interested in what they could possibly have there.

You step into the section, a strip of sandy ground running through it with the rush of waves on either side. The sun is bright as you see a number of animal girls swimming or laying on the beach. “Okay, now THIS is impossible,” you say as you look at the vast scenery.
The clerk smiles and shrugs. “Have to house a number of aquatic girls. They need lots of water and space, after all. All of them are fully amphibious, though they’ll be most comfortable in water anyway.”
Your confusion is cut off when you get your first close look a your first sea-bound animorph.

There is a blue-skinned animorph lounging on the beach, much of her skin a dark blue with lighter, sky-toned shades on her breast and belly. Her body is firmly muscled, bulging wherever bulk could be added and not skimping on her big firm breasts either. A twin-finned tail emerges just about her toned, muscular ass, and a dorsal fin pops up from her upper spine. Her head’s a bit large, mostly to house her wider than normal mouth. She grins widely at you, and while you’ve reasoned out already that she’s a shark girl, you’re surprised that her teeth look bright and pearly white rather than menacing in her enticing smile.

“Who’s that?”
“Sheila,” the clerk replies. “Has a real appetite, like her origins, but we‘ve managed to divert that into a sense of lust. Passionate comes to mind. Frenzy, as well.”
Sheila winks an amber eye at you, flexing her arms subtly and her body rippling, her breasts bouncing on their own accord at the tensing of her chest muscles. You have to admit it’s impossible to ignore, and her fit and sexy body betray a simple sweetness that she seems to have.

Splashing nearby is a peachy, almost orange skinned morph. She has a slender body, but it looks especially soft and slick. She has a fairly humanoid look to her, but what immediately stands out is her possession of six long limbs tipped in a set of delicate fingers, and at the end of her fingers are small suction cups. Full lips smile at you, and a bit of blush flows so quickly over her face at your stare that it reaches her upper breasts. The clerk points the modest, multi-limbed octopus girl as Olive.

The next you see is a bit off from the shore, floating on her back in the water. Despite the distance of several dozen yards, you have little trouble making out the towering creature. Over ten feet tall, it’s inescapable to realize she’s a whale. Even for being about ten feet tall, she has a pudgy look to her. Waves run off her thick-skinned, dark blue belly, and spills over a pair of breasts so big you feel like you could just build a summer home in between them. Her round face is warm and pleasant, thick arms and legs paddling lazily and staying afloat easily with her layers of fat. Her skin shines in the water and the sunlight, a big plush island of a woman.

“Wendy’s one of our biggest available pets, actually. Something of a specialty girl, but hard to top if that’s your thing.”