Chad felt a sudden pain in his neck. It was a sharp pain followed by a burning sensation. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he fell.
Paul caught Chad in his arms, as Tian held the empty syringe.
"So where do we put the zipper?"
"Strictly speaking, he's not inventory, but the merman suit is?" the saleslady said thoughtfully. She stroked her cheek, as she stared at the Black American Express Card that Paul had given her. There were no limits on those cards, so she could charge whatever she wanted. Paul really wanted Chad.
When Chad came to, he was in a large fish tank in a fancy house. There was a muscled blond man with his back to the tank working at a desk. Chad banged against the glass side of the tank.
The man turned and Chad practically freaked. He was staring at himself. The new Chad massaged his crotch, and he pulled out his cock. "Miss this, fish boy?" Chad heard his own voice distorted by the water and glass. His hand slipped to his own crotch, he felt scales where his cock should be.
Fuck, those people at the bodysuit shop stole his skin. He splashed his tail violently back and forth in the tank. He tried to swim up, but there was a metal mesh all across the top of the tank. He pressed his lips for air, but he could no longer breathe air, he was a water breather.