Sink or Swim

When it came to summer jobs, “lifeguard” was Kyle’s last choice. It was also his ONLY choice, as all the other jobs in his tiny coastal town were taken. It was sink or swim (literally). But Kyle couldn’t swim. Definitely not well enough to save lives. How was he going to hold a job he didn’t even know how to do? 

In desperation, Kyle turned to the Internet, where he found an online lifeguard course from some website called “changeme.com.” Sketchy, Kyle thought. Besides, how can someone learn how to swim with no water? But Kyle was out of options, and the website said that the course only lasted an hour. He took a deep breath, and clicked the link.

At first, nothing happened. Then, Kyle began to feel water seeping in through his socks. He looked down to see the bottom of his bedroom floor covered in water.

“FUCK!” Kyle exclaimed, jumping out of his chair. The water was rising, engulfing his books, clothes, and before long, his entire bed. 

He spun back to his computer screen. Kyle couldn’t believe his eyes; the water was leaking OUT of the screen. Impossible, he thought. But a leak became a torrent, and within seconds, Kyle’s computer was gushing like a broken fire hydrant. 

Kyle tried to exit out of the page, but it was no use. The water was up to his waist, and he needed to focus on saving himself before he could even think about saving his laptop. Kyle waded towards the door, pushing aside his floating furniture. He grabbed the handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. It was as if it were fused shut.

He shook the knob. “This can’t be happening…” but just then, Kyle noticed something underwater, directly beneath him. At first, it looked like a large, pale fish, nibbling away at his nether regions. But when Kyle dove a hand into the water to catch it, he realized he was grabbing his own cock.

Only his cock wasn’t that big. It couldn’t be! Kyle was a proud 7-incher, but this thing had to be at least 9. “What. The. Fuck.” Kyle let go of his dick and shook the water off of his hand. He jumped back; his hand had gotten bigger too!

By now, the water has enveloped his chest. When Kyle looked down at his dick again, his view was obscured by two sizable pecs. And that’s when he realized… it was the water. The water was transforming him. 

Into what (or who), Kyle didn’t want to know. All that mattered was getting out of his bedroom before he drowned. Or worse. If the water gave him a monster cock and the body of a supermodel, what was it going to do once it reached his head?

Kyle swam towards the window. Only when he reached the glass did he realize that he’d actually swam. He could swim now! At least, the body bellow the surface could swim, and Kyle was fighting to keep his head above water. 

But the ceiling was getting closer and closer. The only way out was the window. And to reach it, Kyle needed to go underwater. What would happen to his head? His mind? Would he even survive the transformation?

There was no time to think. With only inches of breathable air left in the room, Kyle took the deepest breath of his life, and disappeared beneath the surface.

The change was instantaneous. As Cyle’s nostrils flooded with water, so did his mind with new memories. Memories of swim classes at age 6. Memories of playing water polo all throughout high school. Memories of making the swim team in college, and fucking the coach senseless with his massive member after every practice. Cylemron remembered signing up for this lifeguard gig. An easy way to earn a bit of cash over the summer before he went back to school, and an easier way to pick up hot guys on the beach with his irresistible body.

HIS body. Cymron looked down at it, floating peacefully under the water. The light from the surface sent ripples across his perfectly toned abs, his chiseled biceps and perfect pecs. He looked down at his legs, strong and thick as iron bars, and at the erect penis bobbing gracefully between them. He gave it a single stroke, and was hit with a wave of euphoria so strong, he shot a load right there in the water. 

Hope my supervisor doesn’t find out about this, Cameron thought to himself. He looked up to see not the roof of a bedroom above him, but the sun glistening in a beautiful blue sky. He swam upwards, past his floating white spunk, and closed his eyes. 

When Cameron emerged from the water, it was nothing short of spectacular. He flung his head back, droplets flinging from his hair and from his scruff. He lifted two titanic arms to wipe the cool salt water from his eyes, giving beach onlookers a breathtaking view of his perfect body and hairy pits. 

He grabbed a nearby throw ring and swam back to the shore. He was no longer Kyle, the timid high school senior in search of a summer job; the man who stepped out of the ocean was Cameron: ace swimmer, novice bodybuilder and lifeguard extraordinaire. Not to mention a total snack and a notorious man-whore. 

Cameron swaggered out onto the sand, wearing nothing but a floatation device and a devious smile. “Hey,” he said in a deep, cocky voice, “anyone seen my trunks?”