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Sylvia opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was that she was no longer restrained. She felt a little grateful. Not that she truly minded the actions, but she kind of wished the creature did something naughty with such a kinky setup. Maybe she could talk to it and explain some ideas?
Then she realized that she was completely underwater, at least 30 feet deep.
Sylvia panicked. She started thrashing about, moving all about in an effort to start swimming to the surface. How long had she been unconscious? Did the creature really try to kill her? Did those ladies collude with the creature? How much breathing time did she have left?
It was then that she noticed something: She wasn't holding her breath. In fact, she was breathing as though she were at the surface.
Sylvia floated in the middle of the water, puzzled. If she was breathing underwater, that could mean two things. The first was that her last petit mort triggered le ultime mort. If so, that would mean that orgasm was a waste. But that didn't make any sense at all: If she was actually dead, then why was the afterlife underwater? Again, she was never much into swimming and beaches, thanks to her mother.
That's when she remembered the word "processing." It was something that was in the creature's mind. Sylvia slowly started to make sense of the situation: The lake creature changed her physiology so that she could adapt to moving about underwater. That included the removal of that gosh darn penalty of needing fresh air to oxygenate the blood.
She became excited. She was a mermaid now! Or, something like it. She still looked human. Not only that, she sensed that the changes weren't permanent. She wasn't quite sure how...perhaps it was just a hunch. At the very least, caution was somewhat necessary.
Still, that didn't mean there wasn't fun to be had! Swimming around in a goofy manner, Sylvia felt full of energy. She felt she could do a lot today with her newfound abilities. Things to see, people/creatures to meet, various flora and fauna to indulge in, and questions to answer: Why was she processed? Who set this whole rig up? How long could she stay under?
And how the hell did she get all this jewelry around her waist?
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