However, before you could act on your decision, you had to reach an island. And now that you were no longer acting on shock-induced panic and had to actually think about swimming, moving through the water with your new body proved to be a task. While your transformation did come with developed instincts, your conscious mind still had to catch up with your subconscious; and come to terms with the fact that you had a single fish tail instead of two human legs.
Another issue was breathing. In the back of your head you knew you had been breathing underwater just fine in the minutes between your scuba gear disappearing and you breaching the surface. But actually accepting this was not something you were capable of at the moment. So as you flailed around you did your best to keep your head above water, and would cough and retch when your splashing sprayed the sea into your mouth and you registered you were inhaling it.
And then there were your breasts. Surprisingly they didn’t seem to be having much if any effect on your swimming, though that was hard to gauge considering the difficulty you were creating for yourself. But their sensitivity was another issue. Your genitals seem to have safely tucked themselves away behind your scales, which come up to just above your groin. In fact you’re not even sure whether you have a pussy, or if your cock is still hidden down there. Your breasts, however, cannot be ignored. The nipples, especially; constantly struck by the currents you’re generating, they are hard and aching, sending non-stop signals to your brain about their need to be touched.
Finally, after several minutes of fruitless floundering, you decide to stop fighting your body. Taking a deep breath, you roll onto your back. Closing your eyes, letting your arms drift beside you, you just float on the surface. Focusing on your breathing, letting the sea support you and the Sun warm you. Slowly, you begin to relax.
And as you begin to calm, you begin to feel the weight of your boobs on your chest. Your nupples perk up again, and again you feel the urge to touch them. And you decide that rather than try to put this off, you would acquaint yourself with your changes now. If you really examine your changed body, maybe it’ll be easier to accept and move in. After all, you could be stuck like this... for some time, so the sooner the better, right? And with your nipples crying out for attention, they seem like a natural place to start --
!
You gasp as your delicate fingers touch the hard, fat beads atop your new orbs. A thrill of electric bliss shoots into you from the two points on your chest, and you find yourself arching your back to try and push your tits into your touch. You take a moment to catch your breath, feeling your fatty mammaries jiggling on your chest as you do -- an alien sensation, but... not a bad one. Tentatively you begin to feel over your breasts, marveling at how big they feel in your smaller hands; at how smooth and soft they are, pliant to your gentle kneading and rolling yet returning to their perky rounded shape.
And every time you warily brush a nipple, you gasp softly. This is so good. You squirm lightly about in the water, moaning as the pleasure washes through you; down to your tailfins and up to the roots of your hair, doubling and crossing as you continue to fondle yourself. Around you the sea ripples gently, in contrast to your earlier turbulence. In the warmth of the sun and of pleasure, you feel more aware of your body then you ever have before. Every inch of you feels alive; feels like... you.
Giggling in wonder, you reach your right hand up from your breast to grab at your hair, while still gently groping your boob with your left. You pull a long dripping lock from where it lays floating on the water, turning your head a bit to look. It shimmers in the sunlight, glistening and yellow, so unlike your previous dull brown. It’s like you have a head of living gold, and you smile at the thought. Dropping it, you trace a finger along the side of your face, feeling your delicate cheekbone, your petite nose, your plump lips. You wish you had a mirror.
You feel down your smooth, lumpless throat; then trace the ridge of your collarbone back to the swell of your breast. You take a shuddering breath as your attention returns to the delightful mounds on your chest, and you finally open your eyes at look down, squeezing your boobs together to create a deep cleavage line as you take in your heavenly bust.
“Wow.” Your voice is breathy and soft, as sensual as it is awestruck. I’m gorgeous!
The warmth of the ocean’s embrace and your soft touches has also stirred your loins. You feel movement down there -- the scales over your genitals are parting as the blood rushes to them in arousal. Air caresses tender, engorged flesh. Curious now, ready for whatever you may find, you sit up a bit in the water, sliding your right hand down across your curvy flank and smooth stomach as you look between your parting breasts. There, in the hollow of your groin where fishy tail meets human hips, you see...