Jeff wasn't much of a swimmer, he knew how to stay afloat and do a clumsy doggy paddle at the very least but that was about it. Now he was cutting through the water just as good as the water polo boys. He just assumed it was a bonus that came with the new jacked up bod he had.
"Wouldn't be the weirdest thing that's happened today, heh." he mumbled as he saw a couple of boys he knew from school in the lake with him too but noted that something was a little fishy about them. He reckoned he could probably outswim half of them with just his human jock form. He wasn't sure where this new competitive side came from but he was riding the wave wondering if he could keep up with the more adept swimmers of the water polo team.
Jeff shook the daydreams away when he realized he was nearing the opposite end of the lake. "Wow, how'd I get there so fast?" he wondered to himself. He slowed down his powerful kicks and looked back at the large body of water he had just crossed. It was big enough to house all those merjocks and provide a moderate challenge for the divers.
With relative ease, Jeff hoisted himself up on the dock and bolted up shore without stopping to catch his breath. "Woods, huh?" Jeff looked back and saw that his friends were long gone. Wherever they ran off to, he hoped it was good enough to keep from ending up in someone's living room.
Meanwhile, taking advantage of his newfound strength, Jeff darted past around the crowd of mostly hunters at this point, their hands eagerly resting on their guns. Some of them shot Jeff hungry looks and whistled him on. He felt his cheeks blush running past all these faces in the nude.
"Wait until I turn into something big, like a bear..." Jeff muttered under his breath and felt the ground start to feel grassy as he approached the earliest cluster of trees. "... Or a wolf, or something..." he gritted his teeth but was too preoccupied to realize how dry his lips were.
"... Then we'll see who's laughing." Jeff grunted as he closed the gap to the forest. He didn't know what he would turn into or when it would happen but he was for sure ready to dive deep into the thick of the woods... and then he tripped.
"Whoa!" he yelped and ate a mouthful of dirt on the way down. "Pbfft," Jeff winced and looked over his shoulder in annoyance. "What the-"
His feet felt numb and sluggish at the moment of the fall and now he can see why. Both of Jeff's feet had melded together and flattened out, a faded greenish hue washing over the old skin tone leaving what Jeff could only describe as slimy fins? His ankles had also fused into each other and lost all of their joint limitations. "Uh...?" Jeff rolled over on his back to get a better look at what was happening to his lower body.
The fusion of his flesh continued to ride up along his legs, bringing his knees together and streamlining into a very obvious fish-like tail at this point as silvery green and white scales grew over his tail and gradually faded around his upper thighs. Jeff gave it a flick and watched his 'legs' bend and flop up and down. He didn't become a jockimal like he thought all along. Instead, he was a merjock.
"Oh..." Jeff sighed as he realized that he just experienced his own animalizing process. He was expecting something more... menacing and big, not a fish-out-of-water kind of merman situation. "Hey wait-"
It was then that Jeff realized, at the edge of the forest far away from the lake laying on the wet grass with tons of hunters' eyes on him, that he was a sitting duck and an easy trophy win. Jeff struggled to move but he forgot that he didn't have his legs anymore and just flipped over with an embarrassing thud. Laughter ripped through the crowd and he felt his face redden even more.
"Oh, fuck," Jeff looked up, flustered and starting to panic. "C-can I get some help?"