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Marina’s Sirens [Female to Male mermaid TG]- Part 2
🕑 Added 2025-01-16 20:00:01 +0000 UTCFor cooolooo
By TheSpiralledEye
Being male again was like waking up from a dream or maybe falling into another one. The rest of the weekend almost felt like a blur. The women naturally followed his lead, and in return, he felt a sense of protectiveness over them. When Brooke had a nightmare about the shark, he stayed up with her, arm around her shoulder in support until the morning light filtered through the ocean. It took all his self-control not to wrap her up in both arms and shelter her in his own bed. Not because he wanted to do anything sexual but because protecting her in that warm, safe place felt right.
There was a strange tension in the air, not sexual but something else. An undercurrent of unease. Everybody was thinking the same thing: was Max staying, or would Marina come back? Even Max didn’t know. It felt nice having the women rely on him and being able to put them at ease, but there was also a low-lying stress at the back of his mind. One of the things he loved about being a mermaid was the lack of worry; Charlie would take care of most things, he was taken care of and loved. As Max, he’d have to take charge again, which felt good, but did come with that drawback.
The thought of Charlie made him sick. One thing hadn’t changed with his body; he still loved Charlie with all his heart. The man was so kind, generous and loving. It didn't matter if he had breasts or not; Max or Marina, he still wanted Charlie. But would Charlie even want him now? Of course, Charlie was too kind to have any sort of bigotry but he was straight as an arrow. Then again, Max had been once as well.
“This is all so damn confusing.” he groaned, flitting back and forth along the roof of their holiday house.
The girls were downstairs packing up; they’d insisted they be the ones to clean up since he’d saved them from the shark. At first Max had been grateful but now he was annoyed at the spare time; it was making him overthink everything. He buried his fingers into his hair and pulled to try and centre himself, huffing in defeat; his hair was too short to really help now.
“Marina?” A soft voice called, and he looked around to see Brooke slowly approaching. “Or…Max? Either way, I just wanted to check you’re alright.”
“I’m fine, Brooke.” he smiled. “Don't worry about me.”
“But I do…you must be worried about going back.”
She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“If you’re worried Charlie won't love you anymore, think again because you know he will.”
Max swallowed and put on a brave face; it wasn't right, a male tearing up in front of a female.
“I’ve been watching you both since you moved in.” Brooke continued, “n-not in a weird way! I just notice things, you know, like how loving you both are. He really adores you.”
Her face was going bright pink, and she pulled her long copper hair across to try and hide it. Max chuckled and gently reached out to part the strands again.
“You have a beautiful face, Brooke. You shouldn’t hide it.”
Her breath hitched, and suddenly Max snapped his hand away; that moment was dangerously close to becoming intimate. Quickly, he tried to change the subject.
“Anyway, I am sick of talking about me, what about you? Won’t your male be jealous you’ve been staying with another?” He joked.
“Oh, I don’t…I don't have a male or any fellow females. It’s just me.”
Max blinked in surprise. He had seen people coming and going from Brooke’s place, but never the same one twice, but he’d just assumed she was private. The little wallflower could barely manage a wave to them half the time and disappeared in a flash when she ran out fo things to say. He looked her up and down, taking in the round breasts, the creamy skin and long, beautiful hair. She was utterly gorgeous, a little shy, sure, but that shouldn’t have kept her from being pursued.
“I find that hard to believe,” Max said. “I have seen males come to visit.”
“One date, that’s all. Nobody sticks around.”
“Why not?”
Brooke took a deep breath, she seemed right on the edge of saying something difficult when a third voice broke the moment.
“There you two are, we’d better get going or it’ll be dark before we get home!”
Max forced himself to smile.
“Thank you, Delta. We’ll be right there.”
The blonde batted her eyelashes and disappeared, but it was too late. Whatever courage Brooke had been gathering it had dissipated, and she was already swimming away. The moment was gone, replaced with the looming knowledge that soon he would have to face Charlie. There was no way Brooke would talk in front of the others. Whatever she had been about to say would have to wait until after Max had sorted out his own life. Still, he couldn’t help but tuck it away in the back of his mind. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that it was somehow important.
~
Swimming home felt surreal. It was the same route Max had taken hundreds of times, but instead of following behind Charlie, now he was in the lead. It felt nice being the leader of his own little pod. Not that these were his females, but that was how it looked to anybody they passed.
“So, you ya think you’ll be Marina again when I see ya next?” Delta asked casually as they swam. “Or are you staying this way?”
“I guess it’s up to Charlie and my metamorphic gene,” Max said bitterly, shouldn't he have the choice?
“Well, either way, I win, and it really is me who is most important here.” Delta joked. “I mean it, though, no matter what, we’re friends, got it?”
“Got it. Now, I think there is somebody else who deserves some attention.”
Aquafina was wringing her hands, and Max smiled sympathetically.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” He offered. “I am sure your male will understand. It wasn’t like you decided to go away with another, and nothing even happened! We barely hugged!”
“I know, it just looks bad, that’s all.” She sighed. “Daven is so kind; he’ll understand of course. But I can't help but feel I did something wrong.”
“Aquafina…you’re a scientist, you know better than anybody that this was a normal, natural occurrence.”
“The fact that you are predisposed to be male would make it more likely too.” She rationalised. “Oh, it’s just going to be so awkward.”
“I’ll go with her.” Delta offered. “Daven will understand, but it’s probably best not to push our luck with another male in the room. All that testosterone…might make things harder than it needs to be.”
Max snorted; him, testosterone-fueled once more. It was crazy to think about. His chest puffed out, imagining himself defending Aquafina from an angry boyfriend, but then he quickly shook his head free of such thoughts. He’d met Daven a number of times, the dude was a geneticist, he could barely swing a punch even if he wanted to! And he adored all his females, he’d never get into a fistfight.
“Alright, but if you want me to call and explain anything, just let me know.”
Aquafina gave him a grateful smile before she and Delta broke off from the group with happy waves, leaving just Brooke and Max. He wanted to ask her about their conversation on the roof, but it didn't feel like the right time. His heart was pounding with nerves as they approached their homes.
“You should go first,” Max said after a minute. “Charlie worries, he’ll probably be watching for me and…I don’t really want an audience.”
“I understand, this is personal and private.” Delta gave his arm and squeeze. “Good luck.”
She swam forward and into her garden. As if on queue, Charlie appeared out their second-floor window and waved as she entered the front door.
“Hey! Where is Marina? Is she okay?” He called. “Why didn’t she come back with you?”
Max’s heart fluttered; Charlie was so overprotective. He loved that about him. But he also loved being in control again. At that moment, he realised he didn't want to give it up, but he didn't want to give Charlie up either.
“I’m here, Charlie,” he called, swimming slowly toward their yard.
He watched as Charlie turned in confusion at the voice, eyes briefly moving past Max until they refocused and went wide.
“Mari-Max?” Charlie gaped. “...how?”
“There was a shark-” Max started, barely getting the word out before Charlie was in front of him, hands gripping both Max’s own tightly.
“A shark!? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
Once again, butterflies danced in Max’s stomach. Even in this body, the very first thing on Charlie’s mind was his safety. It was so sweet; he immediately felt that pull, the desire to fall into his male’s arms and let him take charge, but he fought it. He wanted to keep this dominance, at least for a little while longer.
“It’s fine. I took charge, and nobody got hurt, but…I guess me being so authoritative over the other female trigger my metamorphic gene.”
“And changed you back…”
“Yeah.”
Brooke cleared her throat awkwardly as she opened her door.
“I’ll just…leave you boys to it.”
Max and Charlie both winced at her choice of words, and Brooke cringed, closing the door without another word. Max knew she was curled up on the other side of the door, dying from embarrassment. Still, that word seemed to echo about in Max’s skull.
Boy. Man. Male.
All of them just felt wrong. Even in this new body, Max realised he didn't think of himself as a man anymore—not really. In that moment, she shed her old name for the second, hopefully, final time. She wasn't female again yet, but she was Marina. That, at least, felt right.
She was a woman, flat-chested or not, and that was what she wanted. But she also didn’t want to give up the wonderful confidence and authority that being male again had given her.
“We should go inside.” She said, and Charlie nodded.
They moved as one, but Marina couldn't help but notice that Charlie instinctively moved in front. She took a breath and undulated her tail faster, taking the lead and opening the door for him instead of the other way around. Charlie looked shocked but said nothing. They made their way silently to the bedroom before Marina closed the door and crossed her arms over her flat chest.
“So-” Charlie started, but she cut him off.
“I want to speak first.”
“...Alright, of course. But…can I ask one question first?”
“Sure.”
“Are you telling me the truth about you being fine? Even if the shark didn't hurt you, that would have been terrifying,” Charlie said. “I can’t believe you didn’t call me at the very least.”
“You would have raced right over there.”
Hurt crossed Charlie’s face, and Marina winced.
“And you wouldn't have wanted that?”
“No, I did, I do. I just…wanted to stay male a little longer.”
“Oh.”
Charlie floated down onto the bed, his brow knitted together.
“Marina, if you feel like I trapped you in this life-”
“Shush, I said I wanted to speak first, remember?”
Charlie nodded and mimed, zipping his mouth closed; despite everything, the action made Marina giggle. It was funny, but even if Charlie didn't realise it, he’d started to take control of the situation again out of instinct.
“I’ve been thinking a lot since this happened,” Marina said after a moment. “And…I want to try being the man of the house for a bit.”
Charlie spluttered.
“You want me to turn female? Marina, sweetheart, I can't just make that happen.”
“I know, but I like being dominant, I like being female, I don’t see why I can’t be both.”
“You want to be the man of the house…as a mermaid.”
Marina felt her cheeks heat up.
“Well, when you put it like that, it sounds silly.”
Charlie laughed good-naturedly and swam forward, embracing Marina before she could stop it. Instinctually, she melted into his embrace. It felt odd, being held without those massive breasts in the way. It was nice.
“If it makes you happy, we can give it a go,” Charlie said, stroking down the side of Marina’s face before awkwardly leaning in.
The kiss was odd, like two teenagers doing it for the first time. Neither of them was quite sure how to move. Marina tried to assert herself and take the lead, but Charlie seemed to effortlessly push her back, not on purpose but out of habit. Marina could feel herself giving in, and she reached up to hold Charlie’s hair, kissing him back hard, but it wasn't enough. She felt a now familiar jolt in her body as her metamorphic gene activated.
“Oh…”
“You’re changing back? Already?” Charlie murmured between kisses. “Should I go, I don't want to, but…if you want it to stop...”
“No, I want this.” Marina moaned, kissing him hard one final time before breaking away. “I just want it on my terms.”
Marina could feel her body shifting the same way as before. Maybe it was because this was her third change, but it seemed to be happening so fast. Unlike the first one, where things seemed to take place over hours, it all seemed to be happening at once. She wasn't scared this time, she steeled herself. She meant what she said; she wanted this on her terms.
Marina focused on the prickling sensation spreading across her skull, her hair was growing again. As fun as the long locks had been, she wanted something a little more practical this time. She managed to force the hair to stop after just a few inches through sheer force of will, giving her a stylish, almost tomboy-esque pixie cut. Her lips became full once more, her eyes hooded with dark lashes, and her Adam’s apple melted away. She sighed in relief, the sound was soft and lilting, her female voice returning. It brought a smile to her lips, and she turned to look at Charlie, who was watching the change with fascination. Marina glanced down at the front of his tail and giggled. The scales that hid away his cock were twitching; he was trying not to get hard.
“Like the hair?” She teased.
“I like those.” Charlie chuckled, indicating to her chest.
Marina gasped in frustration; her tits had started coming in without her even realising! As fun as those giant beach ball boobs had been, she was ready for something a bit more…her. Once again, she focused, stopping the breasts at a set of athletic C cups rather than the EEs she’d been swimming around with. Marina grinned down at them in delight when she felt them stop growing; she might not have been able to control her metamorphic gene entirely but at least she wasn't totally at it’s mercy.
“What do you think?” She giggled, twisting around in the water and raising her arms up to show off her new breasts.
“Sexy as hell.”
“You’re not disappointed that they're smaller?’
“It’s not the size; it’s what you do with them.” Charlie chuckled. “And I know from experience you can do wonderful things with your tits, regardless of size.”
“Aw, look at you mastering dirty talk. Where’s my shy, little nerd?”
“What can I say, Marina.” He grinned, swimming around her in a circle. “You made a merman out of me.”
He pressed his lips to hers for a moment, and Marina groaned; a thrill went through her body, and she felt her newly acquired cock melting away behind her scales. A familiar warm wetness replaced it, soaking the scales from the other side and she shuddered; it had only been a few days, but she had missed that feeling.
“Feeling more womanly?”
“By the second.”
Marina’s tail rippled as her fin grew more elegant, and long, translucent tassels sprouted from the sides of her hips. She sighed in relief at all those small, feminine changes. Her fingers thinned and lengthened, her shoulders sloped, and a groan escaped her lips, feeling her hips widen once more.
“Oh yes.” She sighed, “This is more like it.”
“There’s the woman I love.” Charlie purred, wrapping his arms around her torso lovingly. Marina hummed happily, letting herself sink into his embrace just for a moment. He ran his hands up and down her sides, feeling the dip between her breasts and waist. Marina grinned and started kissing along Charlie’s shoulder, lulling him into a false sense of safety before sinking her teeth down in a lover's bite, causing him to gasp in shock.
“Let’s try things a little differently, shall we?” She purred, running his tongue along the indents her teeth made in his skin. “Did you like that?”
Charlie’s voice came out choked.
“Yeah…weirdly enough.”
Marina gripped his hips and began to grind her tail against his, causing them both to groan as the sensitive scales scraped against one another. She could feel the scales that protected her sex slowly pulling back; warm ocean water flowed against her folds, and Charlie gripped her hips tight. Marina refused to give any control up through, with a flick of her tail, they were against the wall, Charlie pinned by her for once. She kissed and sucked at his neck, leaving hickeys without any regard for who might see tomorrow. She gripped his hips and continued to undulate against him, slowly coaxing his cock out of its hiding place.
“I’m going to fuck you.” She whispered in his ear, nibbling along the lobe.
Charlie could only moan, his hands held to her shoulders for dear life as she pressed her body against his cock, letting her pussy envelop it slowly. For a few seconds, she stayed that way, teasing him with a few squeezes while staying as still as possible. It felt so good to be filled again, but even more so to be the one in control.
Slowly, she began to move her hips, undulating her tail slowly to pull herself off him, then press back on. Charlie tried to thrust but didn't have the room to move, pinned against the wall, he was totally at Marina’s mercy, and that was just how she liked it. She continued to fuck him slowly, squeezing him as tightly as she could to draw out both their pleasure. She let her eyes flutter closed, focusing on the ecstasy that was feeling his cock slide in and out.
Charlie was trembling against her, moaning her name between guttural grunts of pleasure. He was desperate for more, she was driving him mad and that only made her own pleasure all the stronger. Eventually, even she couldn’t help speeding up though as her need grew. Her new, perky breasts crushed against Charlie’s chest, hard nipples rubbing against his hot skin until it finally became too much. With a shudder, Marina came, but she refused to stop, she kept pressing, rolling her tail and teasing Charlie till he was right on the edge.
“Marina, please…you came…let me d-do the same!”
“I’m not with you yet, love.”
Marina kept up the pace deliberately, pleasuring herself until a second orgasm was building. Charlie was a desperate mess. He was so close, she could feel it. She leaned in and nibbled the shell of his ear.
“Come for me, Charlie.”
That was all it took. With a groan, she felt him release into her with such force that it pushed her over the edge as well. Their moans were so loud that Marina was sure poor Brooke could hear them next door, but she didn’t care. This felt right! She was female again but had reclaimed some of the confidence and dominance she had one possessed as Max.
She was perfect.
Judging by the look of wonder in Charlie’s eyes, he agreed. He reached up to cup Marina’s face as they finally floated away from the wall back into the open water of their bedroom.
“You’re a wonder, you are.”
“I know.” Marina smiled slyly. “But it never hurts to hear it.”
~
Marina felt like she was on cloud nine the next few days. She had no trouble talking her patients through their changes now. Many of them seemed relieved to hear that if they tried, they might even be able to change their bodies to be slightly more familiar while still being female. Charlie was more loving than ever before, taking her to bed at every opportunity, happy to use the excuse of getting to know her new body. Despite all the bliss, Marina couldn't help but feel something was missing. At first, she tried to keep it to herself, sure the feeling would fade but when it didn’t, she went Aquafina and Delta.
“Girl, you have it all!” Delta cried. “How can something be missing?”
“I don’t know, I just can’t help but feel there is something…not right.” She sighed. “Not bad, just…absent.”
“Well, that’s obvious,” Aquafina said. “You are a couple.”
“...Yes?” Marina raised and eyebrow, and the mature mermaid shook her head in disbelief.
“Honey, you’re a mermaid; we do pods. Most pods have at least two mermaids to a merman. It’s just you and Charlie, has been ever since your other two humans left.”
“We’ve tried inviting other people to join us. It’s been fun, but nobody has really been relationship material.”
“I know, it’s been the topic of much gossip in the office.” Aquafina giggled.
“What!?” Charlie never told me that!”
“Why would he? You know how what he’s like. He’d worry you feel inadequate. Or that he was trying to manipulate you into adding somebody else to your pod just to fit in.”
Marina sighed; he would think that. Even when she was submissive and busty, Chalie had always considered her feelings. He worked hard to make sure she felt safe and loved and that she could speak her mind. For the first time, Marina wondered if Charlie knew about this empty feeling between them. Did he want another mermaid in the pod?
“I wouldn’t know where to start finding another. No offence Delta, Auqafina, but neither of you are really my cup of tea.”
“Also, I’m very much settled, thank you.” Aquafina reminded them.
“I can’t believe I even have to suggest this.” Delta rolled her eyes. “Isn't it obvious? You should invite Brooke!”
“B-Brooke?”
“She is constantly making moony eyes at the two of you.”
“She is?!”
“Wow, female body but the same observation skills as a male.” Dela shook her head. “I guess some things, even the metamorphic gene can’t help.”
Immediately, Marina began to reflect on that talk she and Brooke almost had on the roof of the holiday house. The wistful glances she’d caught, the way Brooke had lingered by their fence or constantly found excuses to visit. Now that Delta pointed it out, it was so obvious; she had been looking for an invitation! Brooke was too shy to ask outright, she was hoping one of them would notice and ask her to join them. Marina felt her cheeks go red with embarrassment; she hadn’t even noticed! Delta and Aquafina shared a look.
“Something tells me you’re in for an interesting night.”
“Give us to the goss tomorrow!”
~
“You’re sure?” Charlie asked for the third time, and Marina rolled her eyes.
“Positive. Just wait here, I’ll be back in a minute with her.”
“What if she says no?”
“She won’t. Trust me.”
Marina swam over the fence to Brooke’s house; she was certain Brooke wouldn’t turn down their invitation, but her heart still thundered with nerves as she knocked on the door.
“Oh! Marina.” Brooke blushed as she cracked open the door. “It’s lovely to see you. I wanted to say how much I like your new look, b-but I didn't want to interrupt you and Charlie getting to know one another again.”
The words were soft but fast. She had clearly been wanting to talk for days but not had the opportunity. It was sweet, and only confirmed Marina’s suspicions.
“Actually, Charlie and I were wondering if you’d like to join us.”
“J-join…oh, for a meal? Yes, that would be-”
“Not for a meal unless you mean yourself.” Marina teased.
The look on Brooke’s face was priceless, an odd mixture of shock and hope.
“You want me t-to…join you in bed?”
“Both os uf. That’s what you have been wanting for a while, right?” Marina reached up and cupped her face. “To be part of our pod? That’s why you haven’t dated anybody else.”
Brooke swallowed and nodded. Marina let her hand trace down the curve of the woman’s shoulder and laced their fingers together.
“Then let’s go.”
She led Brooke back to their home through the upstairs window, where Charlie was waiting with a wry smile on his face.
“See, I told you she would say yes.” Marina purred, letting go of Brooke’s hand to kiss Charlie quickly. “Ready to experience a dominant female and male at the same time, Brooke.”
She shivered. Her eyes were wide with desire. She nodded shakily.
“Yes.”
That was all they needed. Marina swam towards Brooke, her eyes never leaving the submissive mermaid's face. She reached out and gently cupped Brooke's cheek, her thumb brushing against the soft skin.
"Relax, Brooke, we'll take good care of you."
Brooke's eyes fluttered closed as Marina's touch sent shivers down her spine. She leaned into the caress, her body clearly yearning for more. Charlie, ever the observant partner, swam closer, meeting Marina’s eyes with a knowing smile.
"Let's not keep her waiting, Marina," he said, his voice husky with desire.
Marina smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She turned to face Brooke, their faces mere inches apart.
"Brooke, my sweet, lie down on the bed here. Let us explore your beauty, and in return, we'll make those dreams of your come true."
Without hesitation, Brooke sank back onto the bed, her long hair cascading around her. Her eyes were locked on Marina's, a mixture of submission and anticipation on her face. Marina reached down and gently tugged at the seashell bra covering Brooke's breasts, letting the slight current slowly wash it away. She took hold of Brooke’s nippes and tweaked, enjoying the pleasured gasp that escaped her.
“Go on,” Charlie said. “Ladies first.”
Marina leaned forward and captured Brooke's mouth in a slow, passionate kiss, their tongues dancing around one another. Brooke moaned into Marina's mouth, her hands reaching up to grasp Marina's shoulders, pulling her closer. Marina's other hand slid down Brooke's body, tracing the curve of her waist before pressing against the soft scales at the front of her tail.
Within seconds the scales receded, revealing her pussy and Brooke's breath hitched as Marina's fingers found her wetness, stroking her slick folds.
"Oh, yes, please," she whispered against Marina's lips.
Her voice was desperate, and Marina could feel the heat coming from her cheeks. It was adorable. Even now she was still a timid little thing. They would need to work hard ot build her confidence.
“Charlie, come have a taste.” She murmured.
Charlie didn't need to be asked twice. He positioned himself behind Brooke, his hands resting on her hips as he leaned in to join their kiss. Marina and Charlie's lips met, their tongues tangling as they shared a moment of intimate connection. Brooke was trapped between them as they made out, breast to breast with Marina as Charlie’s cock no doubt brushed against the back of her tail. Marina could only imagine how teasing that felt.
Charlie's hands slid down Brooke's body, his fingers coming around to replace Marina's while she returned to kissing the timid mermaid. Brooke gasped, her body trembling as she tried to continue kissing Marina. Charlie's other hand reached around, cupping one of Brooke's full breasts, his thumb teasing her nipple.
Brooke's head fell back, her long hair fanning out in the water as she surrendered to the sensations. Marina watched with delight, her own body throbbing with need. She reached down and began to stroke her own pussy. Charlie’s eyes met hers hungrily, he knew exactly what she was doing.
Charlie's fingers moved faster, his thumb circling Brooke's clit with expert precision. Brooke's body began to shake, her moans turning into desperate cries of pleasure.
"Oh, gods, yes! I'm cumming!"
Her orgasm crashed over her, and she bucked against Charlie's hand, her body convulsing with ecstasy. Charlie continued to pleasure her through the waves of her climax all while Marina watched, on the edge.
“Don't rush ahead, love.” Charlie warned.
Marina smiled and reluctantly removed her fingers. Charlie was right; she didn’t want this over too quickly. She positioned herself in front of Brooke, their faces close as they shared a heated gaze.
“Finger me,” She ordered.
Brooke obeyed without question, finger sliding in and out of Marina as Charlie rutted against her back. The smooth scales of her tail pleasured him. Watching another mermaid make Charlie moan was surprisingly sexy, and Marina felt herself cum around those fingers in seconds. Her eyes met Brooke’s, and she watched as they rolled backwards in ecstasy; she was cumming again from knowing she pleased her new pod mates. Wonderful. Charlie was still rutting and quickly spun Brooke around and plunged inside her while Marina took a moment. Watching them mate right in front of her was hot as hell, and she swam over to join, letting her hands cup and tease Brooke’s breasts as Charlie fucked her toward her third orgasm.
“Oh! Oh, yes, of my God! I can't take it! It’s too good!” Brooke moaned.
“You will.” Marina teased, “Because we are nowhere done with you yet…”
