A woman sat on the beach with her head to the sky. She held onto a shell she found recently, a white shell with a curve that almost resembled that of a smooth phone. 
Next to this woman was a bag with her name, Sarah. The bag had a lock on the zipper, but she didn't bother keeping it locked since she was alone on this beach anyways.
Sarah heard the part of the beach she sat on was cursed, but she didn't believe it. She wanted her privacy, and this was the best way to get it. There was a cliff on one end of the beach, and jagged rocks on another, but a very good distance away from where she laid. Her car was nearly a mile away, but she didn't care. She had everything she needed.

Sarah was a lightly tanned woman, and a bit thin as well. She laid on the soft sand with a towel beside her, and her phone on that towel playing relaxing music as she laid on the beach. She picked up the seashell she found earlier and smirked. "Heh...cursed. Yeah right." She never heard of anyone 'dying' at the spot in the beach, but she heard of people vanishing. She imagined these people were just careless and the ocean just pulled them away. She did not intend to go for a swim in the water. She just wanted to be close enough to feel the waves during high tide, which it was close.

As Sarah laid down on the beach, she shivered as she swore something caressed her stomach. She looked down at her bare stomach, and then glanced around. "Hm...It almost does feel kind of like someone is here with me." She knew she was alone though. Nobody knew she was there. Part of her felt reminded of the nights she'd be in bed and wonder about ghosts. Of course, she wasn't a believer in ghosts. There was little reason for a spirit to hang around after death, unless they were to serve a purpose. With trillions converted into spirits though, Sarah felt convinced there was just no way that there could be so many out there...right?

Unaware to Sarah, there was another presence, but not a living one. A spirit floated around Sarah and caressed her body. It was hard for the spirit to form a physical connection, but whenever it did, the connections were clear. The reasons it was around was only known to the spirit, but it would tell Sarah soon enough.

Sarah shivered as she felt another strange sensation up against her leg. She looked down at her bare shaven leg and saw nothing. "This...huh..." She wasn't sure why, but she also felt an arousal. She looked to her bag of things, and then back at the beach. She hadn't thought arousal would be a problem; otherwise, she would have brought a toy. She swore she almost felt fur on her leg, but that should have been impossible.

The spirit continued to tease and taunt Sarah's body. The more the spirit turned Sarah on, the more the spirit could taunt her. The spirit pushed itself up against Sarah's own, briefly melding the pair before breaking apart, though as it broke, and it took some of Sarah with it, and left a part of it behind.

Sarah let out a sharp gasp. She couldn't explain all of these strange feelings, but they felt good. She reached up to her chest as her heart pounded. "What's going on? Who else...ahn...who else is here?" She swore she felt fur behind her. She sat up and turned around, but she saw nobody. "Show yourself!" She couldn't explain it, but she felt as if part of her left her very body, but something else became part of her, something warm and fuzzy. The feeling felt amazingly comfortable, but because she couldn't tell 'what' the source of the feeling was, she felt very frightened. It was as if a mother was soothing a child, but the child was too young to understand the concept.

Sarah felt as if 'she' were the one with fur on her body. She ran her hand across her body and felt smooth skin. It was almost disappointing to feel, as if she 'wanted' to have fur on her body, as if being a human was suddenly wrong.

The spirit chuckled. He knew Sarah couldn't hear his voice, at least not yet. The spirit took on a form and grew to measure as big as Sarah was. It sat behind her with its legs underneath the sand. It reached around and caressed Sarah's breast. It kissed her cheek and let Sarah feel the whiskers from its body.

Sarah felt the creature holding her. She wanted to move, but it felt as if something partially paralyzed her body in pleasure. "I...ahn...whatever...whatever is doing this...stop." She said as she stifled a moan. She felt a furry body below her, yet she couldn't reach back to confirm something was there. She couldn't even look behind her. She felt something poked at her, and for a brief moment, she almost felt whiskers on herself, but she glanced down and saw nothing.

The spirit could hear Sarah wanting it to stop, but he could sense that her own spirit wanted otherwise. "Wouldn't it be great just to become an otter? No more cares in the world. No more worries about everything horrible happening. Just laying all day on top of the water and nibbling on food on your belly. Wouldn't you want that?" The spirit said.

Sarah swore she heard something that time, if only faint, something about becoming an otter. She looked out to the water and shivered as she envisioned herself as something inhuman. Humanity was often quite horrid. There were good times, but many other times weren't as enjoyable. An otter wouldn't have any of those worries. She wasn't sure why, but she slowly nodded. "Y-yeah..." She felt a wave of arousal. She brushed her hand over her face. Whiskers, a tail, fur, and all the food she could eat. Being an otter would be far easier than being a human. She swore she felt her body change, but she didn't see anything physically different about her.

The spirit chuckled as it caressed her form. "Not just a normal otter, but a special one. One carrying many children, ready to be a great mother to all of them." The spirit's form briefly flickered, as if it were real as it sat behind Sarah. The form was that of an anthro otter, and a naked one at that. The anthro gave a caring soft smile to Sarah though as it stroked her. "Then take off those clothes. Otters don't need them." The spirit was transforming Sarah, but spiritually. There was nothing physical about her own spirit becoming that of an otter anthro.

Sarah heard the otter, and she briefly felt him again as well. She lurched forward at the sensation of fur and turned around to see nothing. "H-huh?" The voice and sensation of touch was gone, just like that. However, she still had the strange impulse to remove her clothing. She looked to her left, and then to her right. She picked an isolated spot to be for a reason after all. She wasn't even sure why she wore her two-piece bikini.
Sarah reached up and slipped off the top of her bikini, and then she removed the lower part and revealed her shaved cunt. Now naked, she felt much more comfortable, but she also felt a bit afraid. "Just relax. It's a nice warm sunny day with the radio playing. You can leave at any time you want." She tried to reassure herself. She took a deep breath and tried to get comfortable in the sand once more.

The spirit smiled. Sarah hadn't transformed yet, but she already had the urge to have no clothing on. He had to press it farther. "You want to have children in you." The spirit said. He kept his distance from Sarah, but he spoke close enough for her to hear. "Little baby otters. The idea thrills you."

Sarah looked around for the source of the voice, but she couldn't find it. She rubbed her arms with a frown. "Maybe...maybe I should go." She felt more urges fill her, but she knew it was impossible to sate those urges in a private area by herself. She also wondered how an otter could even be at a beach. It felt as if so many things about her situation didn't make sense, but it was hard for her to question it under such growing pleasure. In addition to that, it felt more wrong to be a human. Her skin, her fingers, her toes, even her face felt all wrong on her body. She imagined herself with whiskers, she WANTED whiskers, and webbed feet and hands to swim in the water so effortlessly.

"You should stay. You can be impregnated here." The spirit whispered. "And I can do it. You just have to...let me change you to be compatible."

Sarah had no idea what that word meant. She had a strong feeling the thing that spoke to her was a spirit, and compatibility with a spirit meant one of two things. "Okay...if it's the kind that makes you alive again, I...maybe. But if it's the kind that means I need to die first, then forget it." She looked out to the ocean. There was no doubt she wasn't alone. She could just pack up and run away, but the spirit, while scary, also felt soothing.

"No, you don't need to die at all. You just have to close your eyes and believe in me." The spirit caressed Sarah's breast. "Just imagine us here together on the beach. You, and me."

Sarah thought it sounded silly, but she did as he instructed. Her music cut out, but she heard the waves. She closed her eyes and let the sound of the ocean take her away. She took a deep breath and breathed in sync of the waves she heard as she imagined the man behind her. She wasn't sure what the spirit looked like, but she imagined a strong naked man, though with otter traits.

Sarah's imagination was enough to bring the spirit to a physical form. The spirit flashed between physical and ethereal at first before it finally came to life.
The being was an otter, just as Sarah imagined. He had webbed pawed hands and feet with a long sleek tail and whiskers. He also had a human sized and shaped cock, and he was not afraid to press it up against Sarah's thighs lovingly. His furry body wrapped around Sarah's and gave her warmth from behind. "Take deep breaths and don't be afraid. I'm here for you, and I'm here to satisfy your wants, and needs." He said calmly.

Sarah felt the fuzzy warm body behind her. Her heart quickened and she turned to face the otter. The otter was a foot taller than she was, and he saw his whiskers and smiling face. "W-wha...you're real." She took deep breaths like the otter suggested, but it didn't make her feel at ease. Part of her wanted to run, but another part of her wanted to have him.

The otter nodded. "My time is temporary, but I wish to give you loving memories that last a lifetime." He kept hugging Sarah, though softly enough that Sarah could easily escape from his grasp if she wanted.

Sarah wasn't sure if she wanted to flee. She leaned back against the otter and felt his furry warm body. The sensation reminded him of the time she had a boyfriend, but this otter was much nicer than any human she ever knew. "You...you want to give me your children?" She asked as she recalled what he said about pregnancy before. She rubbed her stomach with a slight frown.

The otter nodded. "If you'll allow me. I would like to continue my legacy by mating with a beautiful woman. I'd like to give her a new life, a life away from the cruelty that is humanity."

Sarah continued to look at the otter. The otter looked strong, yet gentle. He was the kind of creature that she would love to see in a man, but she knew of no male that could fit those standards and want her as well. "I...well...okay." Sarah said with a slow nod.

The otter hugged Sarah softly. His furry arm went down between her legs and slowly stroked her nethers. "You don't sound certain. Do you not want this? I will leave if you desire."

Sarah shook her head. "I...I want it." She said quietly. It felt as if she were in some sort steamy romance novel, but there was no reason for her to be afraid of something terrible happening. "I just...go easy, okay?" The otter felt as if he had been there for a lifetime, but at the same time, the two were barely together for long at all. She was afraid what the otter was going to do, and wondered if he had already done something. She felt different in ways she couldn't describe, but they weren't bad at all.

The otter chuckled. "Your first time?" One hand stroked her vagina slowly while his other stroked her breast. He kissed her neck gently as he lowered his body. "I'll be gentle. Just lay down, spread your legs, and let the ocean carry your worries away."

Sarah laid back just as the otter instructed. As she laid on the sand, she felt as if she were having an out of body experience. She wasn't even sure what she was doing with her body, but she just relaxed as the otter instructed. She imagined the ocean carry her worried away. The tide brushed against her toes and felt as if it took more than just sand away as it retreated. She breathed in and out calmly with a smile on her face. She was calm and aroused. It was the perfect spot for love. While she was uncertain about the otter, the otter put her at comfort in ways she never experienced before. "Y-yes..." She said quietly.

The otter smiled at Sarah and moved his head between her legs. He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked her nethers. His hand then circled her vagina before he licked again. He was as soft and gentle as the ocean breeze on her body. He inched his way up and caressed her breast before he gave her a soft sensual kiss. His cock, human shaped, brushed up against her smooth thigh, inches away from penetrating her.

Sarah kissed the otter back with a smile on her face. Her hands delicately ran across the otter's back. There was no doubt the anthro otter was real. She hadn't transformed yet, but the more she felt his body, the more different she felt, but in a good way. "How...will this hurt?"

The otter shook his head. "Only if you believe it to be." He slowly penetrated her cunt, and the moment he did, a wave of magic flowed between the pair. It felt as if a warm veil blanketed the couple. Sarah's own vagina didn't change, but small brown fur grew around it.

Sarah felt warm and fuzzy, specifically between her legs. She never had sex before, and the feeling of the otter felt divine. She let out a soft moan and hugged him. She felt his furry muscles and whiskers, and with her lips curled, she gave him a soft kiss. The scenery felt perfect. She wasn't sure what more she could desire.

The otter kissed back happily. His cock slowly pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. As his shaft penetrated her, she changed more. The fur continued to grow outward from her nether lips around her crotch. The fur turned darker on the sides of her legs as it went down her legs to her feet.

Sarah could feel something changing down at her feet. She couldn't glance down, but if she had, she'd see that her toes became webbed, and her toenails pushed out into small white claws, sharper than a human's own nails, but not quite as sharp as a predator's. Sarah flexed her toes and smiled at the otter. She could tell her transformation started, and she didn't want it to stop anytime soon. "Keep going...more." From the waist down, she looked like an otter, but with one exception, and that was a tail, or a lack thereof.

The otter continued with a slow nod. He picked up his pace humping and pumping her and stroked her belly. "You know how otters live, right? Carefree on the water, just floating happily. Imagine that."

Sarah swore the otter said that before, but then again otters likely did have a much simpler life compared to that of a human's own. Humans were complex. She had to get up, do housework, go to work, come home, do more housework, and then she'd maybe get an hour freedom before bed. The routine repeated day in and day out. She was sick of that routine. She wanted to relax. The whole point of the vacation was to relax! Maybe she could take a permanent vacation as an otter anthro. She'd look and feel so much better, especially if she could be with this otter. The fur crawled up her body, and a small tail appeared just above her soft behind. She felt her spine grow and the ability to control something behind her to a minor extent, and wasted little time shifting it back and forth, and still smiling at the otter. "I don't think otters normally live near the ocean."

"Usually? No. More around rivers. There was a place I lived near and hung out with some beavers. Once you finish transforming, I can take you there if you desire. I can help you prepare your new life as my pregnant otter wife." His hands stroked her torso down up. Fur spread wherever his hands touched. He stroked her tail and her tail grew just as long as his was.

Sarah could feel more fur grow on her body and her tail grow longer. She wondered how much her body was changing besides the fur, but she'd not hesitate to take the time one her transformation finished to look over herself. She felt lazier already, and with no need to worry about a job or bills to pay, she'd have all the time in the world to admire the new body the otter was giving her. She turned to the seashell, and then she looked back at the otter. "So, did you come from that?" She joked.

The otter continued to fuck Sarah. The sex went on for longer than many sessions would, but the otter was taking his time pleasuring Sarah. He was getting faster and closer to orgasm while fur continued to spread over Sarah's body. "Oh, I'll take you to where I came from. You'll love it." He teased. He stroked her hair and left a trail of fur behind.

Sarah nodded. She wasn't sure where the otter lived, but she took his word for it. She let out a quiet gasp as the otter pushed in deep and she felt herself orgasm, the first time in ages. Her nether lips squeezed the otter's cock as fur spread around her face and lips. Fur covered most of her chest, except for her two visible pink nipples. She looked almost as much as an otter anthro as the otter above her was, though her body had more curves. She looked like a voluptuous otter, a perfect match for the strong one above her.

Just as Sarah's transformation finished, the otter fucking her held her close as he began to cum. His seed pumped and pulsed as it filled her, and as he came, another transformation began in Sarah's womb. She would become pregnant, but she had accelerated pregnancy, one that easily began to show as her belly grew.

Sarah could feel something growing not in her stomach, but something close to it. She looked down and gasped as her womb grew. "It's...it's growing too fast!"

The otter shook his head. "It will stop...just...uhn...relax." The otter continued to cum as Sarah's belly grew and grew. Her womb stopped growing, but once it finished, she looked as if she were ready to bear the children at any moment. "There...a wish you wanted, a wish granted. You will bear my children, but you will still be pregnant long after you bear them. Pregnant, forevermore."

Sarah stroked her womb. "Forevermore?" Her tits felt heavier too, likely because of the pregnancy. Her nipples were swollen and leaking milk. "I...forever? But how?"

"It is a very long story." The otter said with a chuckle. "Look over your body. Your transformation is complete. Do you believe you are what feels right?"

Sarah realized that she did indeed transform completely into an anthro otter. Without the sex distracting her, she now had the time to comprehend just what she became. She looked down at her feet, just barely seeing them beyond her massive womb, and she saw her now digitigrade paws, complete with webbed toes like those that she envisioned. Fur crawled up her legs and to her cunt, which looked similar to what she had as a human. She could extend the webbing on her feet, which felt a little hard to control, but she knew she had all the time in the world to get used to them.
Her torso looked thinner, but her ass and tits looked larger. She knew why her tits were bigger, and that was to help the children within her womb grow big and strong for when they came to be born, but her ass, she could only blame the anthro otter's desires over. The rest of her body strongly resembled what it once looked like when she was a human, just as an otter anthro, including webbed hands and that long otter tail she grew.


"That is not for you to be concerned about." The otter chuckled. "Now, sleep. I'll see you when you wake up." Just as the otter appeared suddenly, it faded away into nothing right on top of Sarah.

Sarah laid there, once again alone, but at the same time, not alone. She was now an otter anthro. Her tail waved behind her and she felt a gentle kick in her womb. She wondered when she gave birth if she'd still be pregnant long after, and if it truly would be forever. Pregnant with anthro otters endlessly sounded like a strange life, but a life she would not mind living. She wondered what the otter meant by sleeping, but she was suddenly very tired. With a quiet sigh, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Sarah awoke what felt like hours later. The sound of the beach was long gone, and so was the sand on her back. She sat up and glanced around. She could tell she was in a forest of some sort, but not where exactly. She brushed her hand over her stomach, and sighed. "So, this is what he meant." Her transformation felt slow paced, yet at the same time, rushed. "What am I supposed to do now?" She reached over and grabbed some berries in a bush, seemingly out of pure instinct. She ate the berries and then looked ahead and saw a large river ahead of her. "I guess he lives here." She stood up, and then immediately felt the weight of her full pregnant belly. "Oof!" She nearly fell forward but caught herself on a tree. She glanced up the river and noticed a large wooden home, almost resembling that of a beaver's home. With a smile on her face, she made her way to the home, a place she just knew where the otter lived, and a place where she could live and raise a loving family, as the otter said, forevermore.