Shark bait was a famous resort. A tanned man brought in suitcases with the nametag 'Brandon' on them. Brandon was ready for a four-day stay of relaxation, massages, a hot tub, and many other forms of relaxation. He walked up to the desk of the resort and gave the bell a ring. He took his time to look around at the resort as well.

The resort had an underwater island theme going for it. The walls had a blue hue with images of fish swimming around. Someone also painted the floor to resemble the ocean, and a look down at it could easily make Brandon dizzy. The entire room had a calming atmosphere around it, but Brandon could almost feel tension in the air.

A male shark anthro with almost black hide, but plenty of razor sharp teeth walked up to the counter. He smiled at Brandon. "Yes? Are you checking in?"

Brandon nodded. "Uh, yeah." He'd seen anthros before, but this one was definitely powerful. If it wasn't his fangs, it was his muscles. Brandon held out his paperwork for the shark. "You should find everything you need on here. I have my license too, if you need it."

The shark anthro grabbed his paperwork and looked it over. "No, no need. This has everything. Let's see..." The shark anthro typed in the computer at the front of his desk, and then frowned. "Well, I've got some good news and bad news. Bad news is we've overbooked. There's already someone in your room. The good news is there is a spare room I can give you for the same price. A VIP used to stay in that room, so it is very luxurious." He pulled out a key from beneath the desk. "Top floor, room 2B."

Brandon took the key and nodded to the shark. He felt disappointed that someone took his room. He didn't think hotels could even overbook as airlines could, but he got a better room out of it. With the key in hand, he grabbed his two bags and took the elevator to the top floor. Brandon didn't care much for the scenery in the elevator or halls, but they did look as good as the entry room of the hotel did.
Brandon then walked up to his room and used his key to open up the door. "Let's see how this VIP lived then."

The room had the same blue painting that the entryway did. There was an oceanic vibe throughout the room, but there was also a portrait of an older shark anthro, female by the looks of it. There was a bed not far from the window with a pile of fake sand underneath it, as if to mimic resting on the beachside. The room had a faint scent of the ocean to it as well, and Brandon swore he could hear the sound of waves gently crashing.

"Fancy." He said quietly. There was a kitchen, a bedroom, a bathroom; it almost looked as if one could easily live there. Brandon assumed the portrait of the elderly shark woman must have been the VIP, although he found it odd that they wouldn't take down the painting if that were the case. Beneath the painting, Brandon found a desk partially open. He looked into the desk, and jumped back. "What the hell?"

The desk was a single drawer, and inside that drawer were dozens of sex toys with a tube of lubricant. There were also pictures of various shark men, including one from the front counter that helped Brandon not a moment ago.

Brandon wished he knew why they would keep all the sex toys from the former VIP. Now he was curious who she was. All he could tell was that the VIP was a shark anthro, and old at that. He looked back at the picture and stared at the painting. He could almost see into the eyes of the shark anthro. He saw her thick glasses and her soft smile. He saw the sharp teeth she still had, but also her saggy hide. She felt familiar, but he couldn't figure out how.

Brandon looked back to the toys and reached out to one of the blue ones. He noticed the toy had a strange curve to it with a 'spine' edge. Unable to help himself, he reached out and felt the edges. He felt a strange tingling sensation along his back. His cock slowly pulsed to life as he felt the toy. 'What am I thinking?' Brandon identified as straight. He was convinced that cocks should not arouse him, yet this toy made him almost curious enough to attempt to use it. "It's not even my toy." He said to himself with a nod. "I..." He leaned forward and smelled the toy. He wasn't sure why he smelled it, but the smell was rubber, and there was a faint hint of the shark.

Brandon set down the toy. His cock throbbed eagerly with desire. He shook his head. "A good night's sleep is all I need." He did just arrive at the hotel after a long flight. He could never sleep on planes either. He took off his shoes and laid down on the bed. "I'll wake up tomorrow and then I'll...I'll start my vacation then." He said with a yawn. Brandon quickly fell asleep with an erection.

Brandon imagined he'd be dreaming of sex, and he most certainly did, but he didn't imagine he'd be dreaming of this kind of sex. He dreamt he was underwater. He noticed many pregnant shark girls behind him. In front of him, he saw a very buff shark anthro with the very same penis from the dildo Brandon held earlier. The shark anthro had not one, but two sets of testicles, four balls in total. Brandon stared at the very large balls in disbelief, and then he looked up at the shark anthro.

The shark anthro grinned wickedly at Brandon. He signaled Brandon over slowly.

Brandon couldn't believe what he was about to do. He did what anyone in their dream would do and followed their instincts. He walked over to the shark anthro and he suddenly found himself without pants. His cock pulsed with arousal as he looked at the shark anthro. He felt humiliated to be so much smaller than the shark anthro was, but he was so turned on at the same time. He just had to have the shark.

"So, how's the CEO of the hotel?" The shark asked with a wicked grin.

Brandon tilted his head in confusion. He wasn't sure what the shark anthro was talking about, but it didn't matter. "Good." He traced his fingers along the muscular chest of the shark. The shark was so strong that he could barely believe it. The shark was amazing, and so sexy. Brandon knew he shouldn't be so into the shark anthro, but he couldn't stop himself. He wrapped his arms around the shoulders of the shark, pulled himself up, and gave the shark a loving kiss.

The shark anthro kissed Brandon back and pressed his cock just behind Brandon's balls. He slowly pushed his shaft into Brandon. The cock didn't go through Brandon's ass, but somewhere else, something that only a woman could have.

Brandon didn't even think about how the cock shouldn't go in something Brandon didn't have. It was a dream, and whatever happened in a dream was often surreal. Yet, as he 'felt' the cock push into him, he felt himself grow wet, wet enough to have a sudden orgasm. During his orgasm, he vanished from the dream and slowly awoke from his slumber.

As Brandon woke up, he felt a wetness between his legs. He reached down out of curiosity, and as his fingers touched behind his balls, his eyes widened. He felt not just his testicles, but a feminine slit as well. His heart pounded heavily and quickly. He rushed to the bathroom to try to see, but it was almost impossible to look between his legs. He brought out his phone and took a picture instead. He then looked at the picture, and he couldn't believe his eyes. He had a cunt between his legs in addition to his cock and balls, effectively making him a herm!

Brandon couldn't believe the change. He wanted to say he was asleep, but there was no way he was. He glanced around the room, but he wasn't even sure what he was looking for. "Okay, maybe this room is cursed or something." He knew he didn't have a cunt before. He remembered his dream about the shark cocks, but the sex with that shark was so short lived. He glanced at the desk and saw one of the dildos poking out. 'No! I can't even think about doing that!' Yet, he not only thought about it, he felt his new cunt grow aroused at just the thought of using it. 

Brandon's thoughts cut off when he heard a knock at the door. "Come in!" He quickly shouted. He hoped it was room service. The first thing he wanted to ask them to do was to remove all of those dildos from the room. He didn't care 'why' those dildos were in the room. It was his room, and he was going to have it look how he wanted!

A male shark stepped inside. This shark had a dark yellow color to most of his body, except a white chest and neck. "Room service. Are you well, Sushi?"

'Sushi?' Brandon thought. He wasn't sure if the name was for a male or female, but he knew the name definitely was not his own. "I'm fine, but my name's Brandon, not Sushi.

The shark anthro laughed. He bowed slightly and gave a nod. "Of course, Brandon. Is there anything you need? Would you like food? Water? Perhaps another kind of service?"

Brandon's eyes lowered to the shark anthro's crotch. He felt himself grow wet with his new sex. "Erm..." He raised his eyes back up. He wanted to kick himself. He had to focus! "Do you mind explaining to me what all of...what all of this is?" Brandon pointed at the desk full of dildos.

"Brandon, those are your toys. Don't you remember them? You are quite...well...there's a lot about you. Are you having memory problems again? Perhaps you need to go into the hot springs."

Brandon recalled the hot springs, but he also knew he shouldn't have been able to recall them at all. He'd never been to the hot springs before! Sure, he knew about their existence, but he never went there. "I...maybe you're right." He sighed. "Okay, but please don't disturb me while I'm in there." He grabbed a towel and the swimsuit he brought with him. He walked out of his room past the shark anthro and made his way to the back of the hotel. He wasn't sure why he knew where the hot springs were, but he wasn't going to ask himself.

As Brandon walked along the halls, he noticed many other shark anthros, all of them staff members. He thought it was unusual, but he didn't think too much of it. He felt the strange wet cunt between his legs, but he just tried to ignore it. He walked outside and took a deep breath.

It was just hitting dusk outside. There was a wooden sign that Brandon followed that pointed to the hot springs. He didn't see a place to change, but he didn't let it bother him. "Less than a day and I'm already feeling freaked out." He said to himself. "Must just be because I'm in a new place. I'm overworking myself. I've got to relax."

Brandon arrived at the hot springs and smiled. He was glad to finally be away from those shark anthros and have some peace and quiet. He couldn't get the male shark anthros out of his head though. He imagined all sorts of kinky sex with them, mostly with him taking their cocks. He felt his own cock grow stiff. "Ugh. So I'm into shark men. Who knew?" He took off his clothes and tossed them aside before he stepped into the hot springs. He completely neglected to put on his swim trunks as he walked into the hot water naked.

Brandon felt the hot water rush up on his body and he smiled. He sat down on a small rock formation in the water as he felt the bubbles touch his body. He continued to feel strange sensations from his new cunt, but he tried to ignore it. "Just try to forget about it." He reminded himself. "It's not real. You're just overworked."

Just as Brandon closed his eyes, he reopened them and saw a muscular shark anthro stand over the hot springs. The shark anthro looked almost as if the one he saw in his dreams, and naked as well.

The shark grinned down at Brandon. He barred his many sharp teeth as he stepped in. Shark hide covered his feet, and with clawed tips instead of normal toenails. His cock was human shaped, but very clearly larger than Brandon's was. He also had clawed fingertips, and sharp fins. "Well, how are you doing, Sushi?" The shark asked in a deep tone.

Brandon shivered as the shark spoke. He told himself he was dreaming, but it felt too real to be a dream. "I um...I'm not Sushi."

The shark walked beside Brandon and put his muscular arms on his shoulders. "Oh? Who are you today? Are you some weird male trying to pretend you're not a shark anthro?" He chuckled. "Anything for sex, huh?"

Brandon shook his head. He put his hands at the edge of the hot springs. Part of him wanted to pull himself free and just walk away, but another part of him told him to stay. The shark looked buff and scary, but he didn't feel threatened by him. "I'm not some kind of slut." He felt the shark behind him, and it was hard to hide his excitement as he felt the muscles the shark had.

"Of course not." The shark sat Brandon on his lap. His cock brushed against Brandon's ass. "You're rich. There's a difference between sex with a rich person and sex with a slut. Besides, we all enjoy it." 

Brandon's body felt weak against this shark anthro. His grip was loose, but it still felt as if it overpowered Brandon. He felt the shark's cock rub against his rear, and he felt ready to melt in the hot springs. "Ahn...rich?" Brandon wouldn't describe himself as a rich person. He had money, but no more than the average person did.

"Are you trying to play as a poor male?" The shark chuckled. "You aren't very good at acting poor, you know that." The shark pushed the tip of his cock into Brandon's cunt slowly. "And you're really bad at acting like you don't want this."

Brandon was unable to help but moan quietly at the sensation of having a cock penetrate his cunt. He knew it should have been wrong on so many levels, but he couldn't stop himself. His body felt weak, but his need felt strong. "F-fucking..." He mumbled under his breath. "I didn't...ask."

"You told us we shouldn't have to ask. Whip out our cocks and show it to you and we go from there." The shark anthro chuckled. "You should know your own policies, Sushi."

Brandon heard the name again. He wondered if Sushi was the name of the shark he saw in the portrait. The shark in that portrait was much older than he was though. He didn't remember much about her, but there was no way that Brandon or the shark could get confused for one another. "I...I don't know these policies! I don't live here or anything!"

"Still pretending until the end, huh?" The shark kissed Brandon. "You can always tell me to stop and I will."

Brandon felt the shark's cock push in deeper and deeper. He took a sharp, deep breath. He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell the shark to stop. His cock in his cunt felt good. He wanted to tell himself he wasn't into men, but now he was unsure. "J-just...be quick." He said quietly. 

The shark chuckled. "Oh, of course. I know how busy you are." The shark slowly thrust his cock deep into Brandon's cunt, and then slowly humped Brandon. "But I know how much you enjoy this."

Brandon swore he could hear parts of his body crack. He reached out and grabbed the sides of the hot spring with the shark behind him. The sex distracted him too much to see, but his skin looked pruned, and more pruned than from just the water. His body looked older, and his skin looked grayer. He didn't know about it though, he couldn't know. He felt his cock grow hard, and his vaginal walls hugged the shark's own cock. "Ahn...uhn."

The shark anthro continued to hug Brandon with his muscular hands on Brandon's breast. His fingers squeezed Brandon's nipples, and he gave him a loving kiss. He thrust his cock deep as the shark orgasmed. He came in Brandon's cunt, breaking his female virginity.

Brandon felt the shark flood his vagina with his seed. The pleasure was so great that Brandon himself came. His cock pumped his seed into the hot springs. He moaned again, this time louder. His nipples felt more sensitive than he recalled, but he couldn't focus on that. He could only focus on the orgasm and the pleasure of a cock in his cunt. As his cock came, it shrank with his testicles to half of its original size.

The shark kissed Brandon again. He slowly pulled his cock out from Brandon's cunt and hopped out of the water. "Heh. If you want anal or a pawjob, let me know. I can find someone for all kinds of sex that I know you'd love." He walked away from the hot springs, but he walked in front of Brandon and showed off his muscular toned ass as he left.

Brandon's eyes fixated on the shark's ass. He then looked down, saw the cloudy white water at his crotch, and realized what he was swimming in. He pulled himself out of the water quickly and sighed. "My skin looks all weird. I was in there too long." He wanted to tell himself the shark was a dream, but there was no way it could have been. He grabbed one of the spare towels, grabbed his belongings, and went back to his room. He wrapped the towel over his crotch and his chest, though he wasn't sure why. He was a male; he shouldn't need to cover his chest. His breast didn't look quite flat though, and he wasn't fat either.

Brandon got back to his room with little difficulty and noticed the various sex toys were still there. He glanced over at his bathroom and sighed. He knew he was just in the hot springs, but not only did he cum in the springs, but the shark came in his cunt. He felt so dirty knowing that he had a cunt with a broken virginity. He didn't even care his cock was smaller. He dropped the towel and took a quick shower. He then dried himself off properly and glanced at himself in the mirror while he got dressed. He noticed his skin looked much grayer than before with hints of pruning. He couldn't tell physically, but he also felt much older, in his 30s or 40s too. "Ugh. I'm supposed to be on vacation and not worry about all of this stuff." He said as he slipped on a t-shirt. "Okay, no more hot springs. From now on, I'll just um..." Brandon glanced out the window he wasn't sure what he could do at the hotel. He wasn't going to go near the pool, or any source of water besides a shower for that matter. He knew he could get room service and food when he desired, but there had to be more to do than that. Then again, a vacation was about making one's own fun.

Brandon sat down on his bed. He slipped on boxers, but no pants. He felt his cock throb, but weaker than before. "Uhn." He looked over at the dildos, and he felt himself throb harder. "Why is all of this masculinity stuff turning me on?" He was straight, just as he thought earlier. Cocks should not arouse him as much as they did, not that he'd judge those that were aroused by cocks, but for his sexuality to change felt alarming. He tried to think of women, and they aroused him too, but mostly if they had cocks. 

"Great. I guess I should cut this vacation short." Brandon turned to the door and he was ready to walk out of it, but there was a knock before he had a chance. With a quiet groan, he opened up the door.

A herm dolphin stood on the other side with a cart. "Food service." She announced. She stepped inside with the large cart of food, all on a silver platter. The dolphin anthro had blonde hair with large breasts. She looked as if she were in her own 30s or 40s, and with little fat to her body too.

As the herm walked in, Brandon wondered how he even knew the dolphin was a herm. It was just something he instinctively knew. Then again, he could be wrong. He could barely keep track of what his own gender was. He occasionally thought of himself as a woman, and he knew that was wrong, even if his cock was smaller; he swore he should have panicked more about that.
"Room service? I didn't order any room service, especially for food."

"You usually get food around this time." The dolphin explained. "I thought you might like it early, and with your favorite place to rest on as well?" The Dolphin suggested. She set the tray of food next to one of the chairs, and then sat down not in the chair, but in front of the chair. She then leaned her head up.

Brandon didn't know why he understood the dolphin's intentions, but he was afraid he knew so much more than he should have. "On your face?" He asked as he looked over the covered food. He lifted one tray and saw a fish, cut elegantly complete with parsley and lemon. Brandon wasn't normally a huge fan of fish, especially the fancy kind of fish that still 'looked' very, much like a fish, but his stomach rumbled hungrily at the sight. 

The dolphin nodded. "Yuh-huh. Unless you don't want to of course...but I know you usually like this, unless something's wrong, Sushi?"

'There's that name again.' Brandon heard the name Sushi, and it sounded more right than it did before, but he still knew it wasn't his name. There was no way he was an elderly shark. Sure, he had pruned grayed skin and he was in his 30s or 40s, but he was nowhere near the shark's age.

Brandon walked over to the chair and promptly sat down on the dolphin's face. He heard a soft squeak of joy as he sat down on her, and he sighed. "Unbelievable." He muttered. He couldn't believe that a woman like Sushi would enjoy this. "What kind of woman is she?"

The dolphin would have asked whom, but with Brandon's ass on top of her, she couldn't speak well. Her mouth moved, but Brandon's rear muffled her voice.

"I'm referring to myself. I don't understand what's going on." Brandon said with a hint of elegance in his tone. He helped himself to the center part of the fish and used a knife and fork to eat. He sighed as he ate the meal and wondered. 'Anthros eating meat and seafood is really weird.'
He finished his fish and then ate a few biscuits, which the dolphin also included. He took his time with the meal, and even briefly forgot he was even sitting on someone. He only remembered there was someone beneath him when he shifted his legs and he felt two tits on his thighs. He pulled himself up, and then glanced down at the dolphin. "I must ask, do you enjoy this?" He knew he wouldn't ask the question in that manner, but he wasn't sure how he would normally phrase it.

"Do you want me to hate it?" The dolphin asked. "I can try to hate it if you like. I know the whale dislikes you sleeping on her, so if you want to get someone that does truly hate it, she would be the one to get."

Brandon remembered the time she hired the whale. The whale was fat, but by whale standards, she was of a regular size. He then remembered that he never hired a whale, and he had to stop calling himself a woman. Every time he thought about himself as a female, he felt his shaft throb a little weaker. "No, I need...I need...ugh. I need a trip in the sauna, and alone." Brandon demanded. He didn't care that he wasn't fully dressed; he needed to be by himself somehow. 

"I'll leave your favorite magazine just outside the sauna, as you usually like Sushi." The dolphin called out as Brandon walked off.

Brandon wasn't sure what the dolphin meant by magazines. He didn't think magazines worked well in a sauna, but he didn't care. He walked out of his room and to the elevator. He pressed a button and went down to the proper level where he could relieve some pressure. He didn't even think about how he shouldn't know where the sauna was either. He was getting a headache. It was easier just not to think about most things and just do them. If there were any problems, he'd worry about them as they came up.

Brandon noticed the hallways were mostly empty, but most people weren't exactly running around hotels. He walked over to the sauna and noticed the indoor swimming pool wasn't far from it. There was also a gym, and various other commodities that a fancy hotel would have. Brandon saw a plastic package covered in black wrapping paper. Brandon grabbed the package and opened the wooden door into the sauna. Steamy hot air immediately rushed across his face. 

Brandon saw that he was alone in the sauna, and he let out a sigh of relief. "Maybe I can get away from all of those...weird sea creatures." He popped open the black plastic on the magazine and found out it was a porno, one about underwater sea creature anthros specifically. Brandon wished he could say that he was surprised. He sighed as he looked down at it. It was difficult to make out the words in the magazine. He squinted to try to read them better, but it was hard. He wanted to blame the difficult reading ability on the steam in the sauna, but there was barely any steam in the first place.

"So I can at least sit back and relax in here." Brandon noticed he could lock the sauna from the inside. He was tempted to do so, but he'd seen enough horror movies where people wound up locking themselves in the sauna and had terrible outcomes. He leaned back, opened up the magazine with a sigh, and reached down between his legs. He knew he would sometimes masturbate to relieve stress; it wasn't an uncommon thing for some people to do. However, he rarely did it unless it was late at night. In this case, it was both the middle of the day, and he had some sex before. He wasn't a nymphomaniac, yet he definitely felt like one in this hotel. He stroked his much smaller cock as he looked through the magazine. Men, women, herms, the gender didn't matter, nor did what species he saw on the magazine, it all turned him on equally so.

"Just...get your hand out of your pants, Brandon." He told himself, even though he technically didn't have any pants on to begin with. He felt that same hand slip between his legs and into his feminine cunt, the vagina he knew felt so wrong at first, but it fit him more and more with his shrinking cock. He turned the page to a muscular shark anthro, a great white, and he orgasmed with a soft moan. His cock came, and he felt his vagina cum on his hand. As he came, his cock shrank entirely into his cunt, solidifying his gender change from a man, into a woman. Brandon leaned back against the wall as he came, and his moan grew higher in pitch.

His body itself looked like a woman's own, though there were still some masculine features. He lacked any facial hair or any body hair for that matter except the hair on his head. He had some curves, but not big enough to be completely feminine. He looked like a blend between a human and an anthro shark, and an older one at that. He almost looked like what one might call a 'MILF', though his skin sagged a bit more than that.

Brandon heaved himself up and felt his back pop multiple times. "Uhn." He let out a quiet groan. "Okay, enough of this." He tossed the magazine aside. His hand and thighs were soaked in cum, and a few other liquids he'd rather not identify. He continued to think about that one woman and wondered if that woman truly thought about only sex and little else. "How can people...well, I guess I know 'one' person that does a lot of that." He commented. As he walked out of the sauna, he felt a strange sensation in his head. 'Am I really a man? I can't feel a cock between my legs.' He thought to himself. Maybe it was more appropriate to refer to himself as a woman.

Brandon wasn't sure what she should do next. She knew there was something bizarre with the hotel, and a lot of kinky interesting fun. She was about to go back to her room, but she paused as she looked over at an indoor swimming pool. She noticed her reflection just barely looking back at her through the glass, and she was ready to scream. Her body had more than a few spots of visible sags on it, as if she were well beyond her 30s and 40s, and instead into her 50s. She saw her clawed toenails, and then her lack of a cock between her legs.

She knew she had a cock, but it strangely felt right not to have one anymore. She brushed it with her wrinkled hand, and then raised up past her stomach to her tits, now out to a B cup. Her body also looked much grayer than she remembered, but she found it was hard to complain about, as it felt so right.

"Okay, it's time I get out of here." Brandon rubbed her head. She was about to think of herself as Sushi, but there was no way she was that old shark woman. She didn't even have the tail of the shark! However, she felt as if she needed to have it.
Brandon shook those thoughts out of her head and stormed back to the elevator. She rode the elevator back to the front, and walked up to the front desk. She noticed the shark in front with his back turned and organizing paperwork. "I want to grab my things and get out of here as soon as possible!" She announced with a slam of her fists on the front desk, but not quite as strong of an impact that she wanted.

The shark anthro turned around with surprise. He stood up and walked to the back of the counter before he leaned down on it to speak with her. "Do those things you wish to grab include your clothes?" He asked, casually.

Brandon looked down and her jaw partially dropped as she realized she was nude in the front lobby. She felt something shift behind her and glanced back to expect a tail, but saw nothing. She felt as if she needed the tail more than not. "Uh...yeah." She turned back to the shark anthro with a slight look of humiliation. "I'm going to go back home."

"So, you're going back to your room then? Do you need another key to get in, or shall I have it unlocked and have a special guest waiting for you when you enter, Sushi?"

Brandon couldn't believe how casual the shark anthro was about suggesting she'd want more sex. Deep down, she did feel needy. She also heard the shark refer to her as Sushi. She knew she wasn't Sushi! Well, maybe it was her nickname, but it couldn't be her real name! She remembered the day she was born, or a vague memory of it, and she remembered people calling her Sushi!
'Wait, that's not right.'

She wondered if maybe Brandon was the nickname and Sushi was her real name. She'd have to figure it out once she got back to her room. "No, no surprises. Just...let me get back to my room for now and I'll figure it out later." She intended to leave, but she wasn't sure where she'd go.

Brandon left and walked back to her hotel room. Her body felt strange as she walked. She felt off-balance without a tail, something she swore she didn't have before, but at the same time, she absolutely missed having in the first place. She opened up the door to her room and stormed back in. She was both happy, yet also disappointed that she didn't see anyone waiting for her on her bed. She wasn't sure what she wanted at this point. Part of her wanted more sex, another part of her just wanted to leave right now. She wondered how Sushi could ever run a hotel when all she ever seemingly did was sex.

Brandon figured the best way to tell what she was and where she lived was to check her driver's license. She grabbed a small bag that almost resembled a miniature suitcase, but small enough to use as a purse. She pulled out a small card, and raised a brow. She pulled out a credit card with her name on it, and a picture of herself in a bikini in a 'very' suggestive pose. Unlike her current form however, this one included a tail, bigger tits, and thick glasses.
'Glasses?' Brandon squinted. It was hard to make out the little bumpy numbers on the card, or the name for that matter.

Brandon turned and saw her glasses on the bed. She grabbed her glasses and slipped them on. Through her bifocals, she saw the small words and numbers as clear as day. "Shit. So I need glasses to read." She muttered. "I guess eyesight is one of those things to go, Sushi." She mumbled to herself, not second-guessing the name she just referred to herself as. She tossed the card aside and dug through her bag to find any other form of identity. She knew she 'had' to have some driver's license. Most everyone in the United States did, especially when he or she had enough money in his or her pockets.

After a few minutes of digging and finding more sex toys and credit cards, Brandon groaned. "Fucking shit. Am I really stuck like this?" She hadn't even noticed her hair, which was longer and whiter than before. "Some rich old GILF pervert? How could this get any worse?" She rubbed her head.

Brandon then turned and noticed a long pipe with a book of matches and a small container of tobacco, her kiseru. She was never a smoker, but she suddenly got the sensations that a good smoke would help her calm down. The kiseru was at least three feet in length, far too big for a normal person, but as she grabbed it and filled it with tobacco, she thought of herself as higher class. Of course, a peasant would never need a long kiseru, but she wasn't a peasant. She took a puff of the kiseru, and proceeded to let out a large hacking cough. "Ugh!" She stifled the cough. She was too high class to cough any more than a small amount, at least she told herself that.

Brandon did begin to feel at ease when she puffed the kiseru. The salty earthy taste on her lips, and releasing a puff of smoke from her shark snout, yes she felt so much better. She had a very stressful day. "A poor wardrobe choice, and...what was I calling myself?" She remembered what one of the shark anthros told her about roleplaying as a young man. She couldn't believe she did that, and in front of the helpers no less. She was far better than that. She felt a breeze as she realized she was naked. Then again, this was her hotel room. Every puff of the kiseru made her feel better. Her mind went foggy, but then it cleared. She wasn't Brandon; she was Sushi. She always had been.

Sushi's door opened and a woman entered. The woman looked almost like a wolf with long blonde hair and black fur with a tail that swayed behind her. She smiled at Sushi and gave her a hug. "Hello there darling. Not bothering with the clothes again, I see?"

Sushi casually looked to the woman with the kiseru in her lips. Something inside of her told her who the woman was, but she was unsure about her name. 
She chalked it up to her age for not remembering the woman's name, but she looked so familiar. "Oh I suppose not." She said with a dismissive wave. "What are you doing here?" She didn't sound offended or afraid of the woman, even if she didn't know who the woman was.

"It's that day again dear. You know I always show up on that day." The woman didn't hesitate to remove her own clothes. She pulled out a large dildo before she tossed her clothes aside casually. "So, where do you want it today? The cunt or perhaps the ass?"

"Is it really that day again?" Sushi said with a sigh. In truth, she didn't know. She was Sushi, but she didn't know anything that Sushi even did. She spoke with an elegance in her voice that she didn't even knew she had, and her head high in the air. "How the days fly by, I suppose." She added with a sigh. "I know I not want anything in my cunt though."

"You know with age, the mind is the first thing to go." The wolf woman strapped the dildo on her and walked behind Sushi. She hugged her and pressed the dildo up against her ass. "But if you don't want any cocks up your cunt, then ass it is. I'd say blowjob, but it's a little weird to do that with a toy." She said with a laugh.

"I'm not THAT old." Sushi scoffed. Her body shivered at the sensation of the cock rubbing on her. "I also don't...ahn." She shivered as she felt her body experience a small orgasm. She wasn't used to the female orgasms yet. She wondered how a female could go through them so much compared to a man. She knew she was too high class to lose focus, especially over such casual sex. She was better than that.

"Of course." The woman pushed the dildo up Sushi's rear slowly after applying just a hint of lubricant. "Come on, lay back, and let's have some fun like we always do."

Sushi felt almost as if something broke inside of her when the dildo went up her rear, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. She was Sushi; there was no denying that, so why did she once think she was not? 
She dropped her kiseru and sighed as she tried to think. "Ahn. Do you mind? You're teasing me far too hard." Her anus clenched that dildo and she gritted her teeth. She was grateful she still had all of her teeth despite her age. Shark teeth were hard to replace!

"Oh, are you getting too old? Do you need me to lighten up?" The woman said as she pushed the dildo farther up Sushi's ass. 

Sushi felt the gears in her mind turn more and more in a way that was alien to how they would normally spin. "Of course not!" She knew she just complained about the sex, but she knew she could take it. "You are merely distracting me!"

"Distracting you from what? You're a rich woman who has everyone working under her! What, do you think someone's going to try to usurp your power or something?"

'Yeah right, like a bunch of lowly peasants could possibly mess up my position in the stock market.' Sushi thought to herself, then paused. She was about to think about her position in stocks, but a thrust from the woman's dildo shattered those thoughts into nothing. Yes, she had plenty of stocks. She was rich after all; it was natural for the wealthy to want to increase their wealth. Stocks were boring though. She wanted sex, and she was getting that right now! Her ass clenched that dildo, and she let out a moan as her body orgasmed. She could feel parts of her changing again, but it was hard to care about her changing body. She was transforming for the better after all! 
"No, of course not. Don't be ridiculous." She said with a scoff. She lost her train of thought, but she was a woman of high class. She was not the woman who would never admit she didn't know what was going on, even if she still was confused.

"So you don't mind if I keep pounding away then until you orgasm your brains out." The woman said, clearly teasingly as she thrust her dildo again into Sushi's ass.

Sushi fell onto the bed face forward and gripped the sheets. She gritted her teeth and felt that her mouth was different. She brushed her tongue along her teeth and felt how much sharper they were, but she had the mouth of a shark. She was a shark anthro after all; it made sense. "Hah, you wish you could...that you could make me orgasm my brains out, darling." 
She wasn't sure where the ego came from, but she liked it. She felt something lash above her rear. She didn't look back, but she could tell it was her tail growing back. She wanted to squeal in delight at the sensation of her tail. Finally, she was becoming a shark anthro!
'Wait, wasn't I worried about this?' Sushi thought, but then another small orgasm distracted her, and she just smiled as the worry left her.

The woman giggled. She wrapped her arms around Sushi from behind and continued to plow her ass. "Well, I didn't mean literally, but if you want, I can try!" With a moan, she had an orgasm. Her tits bounced up and down Sushi's back. "Unlike a guy, we can go all day, just like you want!"

'Just like I want? Is that what I want?' Sushi's eyes were wide. With another orgasm from her, she felt another change in her body. Her tail shifted from side to side with her body racked in pleasure. She knew the sex with the others stopped when they came, but with the woman, it was just endless fuck after fuck. She had one orgasm, the woman had another, and then they just kept going. She didn't even know the woman's name! She was sure there was 'night' in it somewhere, but the repeated orgasms made her keep losing track of her thoughts.

Sushi lost track of time during the sex. She swore there were more than a few times, she blacked out, but after what was undoubtedly hours, she passed out in the bed. She awoke with the dildo rubbing her ass, and the woman with her arms wrapped around her. Sushi pulled herself free and sighed. She was finally free from all of that sex and she could focus on what was more important.

Sushi just wished she remembered what was more important. She felt her bare gray shark hide covered feet slap against the ground as she made her way to the bathroom. "Ugh, my head." She turned on the light and glanced at herself in the mirror. It felt like a lifetime since she looked at her body, and as she looked at herself, she couldn't believe what she saw. She had to go back and grab her glasses before she returned to the mirror, just to confirm her suspicions over her body, but there was no doubt she was no longer human at all. Sushi was a shark anthro, from the white hair on her head to her clawed toes and her long shark tail that swept the ground.

Sushi knew she was old enough to for people to call her a GILF. Her large tits gently sagged, her skin was wrinkled with more sags, and she had a slight belly to her form. She shivered as her clawed hands ran over her body. With a sigh, she grabbed a long stick from the door, a large kiseru pipe. She opened up a container at the sink, poured tobacco into the kiseru, and lit it up. "Fucking...bodies are always so fucking confusing." She said with a deep breath of that tobacco. She breathed and smoked as if she had done it for years. No, she MUST have done it for years. She was Sushi, the rich shark anthro. She owned the hot springs, and the very hotel she resided in. It was easier to live in her hotel. She had all the fancy food and people that she could fuck, and that could fuck her. It was a very pleasant life for the anthro.

Sushi stepped out of the bathroom and noticed the woman from before sat up on the bed and grinned at her.

"The night's still young. Care to go for a second round?" the woman teased. "I'll let you wear the dildo this time."

Sushi let out a puff of her kiseru and sighed. "Now dear, I can't focus on sex ALL the time. I can't live on sex." She paused. She tapped the kiseru against her chin as she looked up to the sky. "Let's get something to eat. Perhaps I can have one of the... employees eat us out while we eat our meal." Deep down, she swore she used to be something different, but it didn't matter. If she was once something else, she was now something much better. No longer was she some lowly peasant, but now a high-class shark anthro. Now, she was Sushi.

The woman smiled. "Oh, very well. Let's get dressed and go eat."

Sushi opened up a closet door in the hotel room, something she hadn't looked into before, and saw her many outfits. She delicately slipped on a dark blue kimono outfit, but didn't bother with the underwear. She then straightened her hair out behind her, lifted part of it up, and put part of her hair into a bun. She went from a naked anthro shark to looking very high class. She slipped back on her glasses and grabbed her kiseru, her Japanese smoking pipe. She then put on a pair of black high heels and grabbed an oversized hat. "Hah. This is glorious, let us go."

The woman got dressed again with Sushi and together, the two went down to the hotel's restaurant. The restaurant was incredibly high class with red and gold decorations, chandeliers, and menus that had a very generous wine list. Sushi wanted nothing less than to eat at the most expensive places. She was wealthy after all; she deserved it. She had a meal with the woman and helped herself to a lobster. Whatever was left of Brandon was long gone. All that was left was Sushi.
