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story_codes: M/g(11), first, supernatural, semi-cons

story_intro: Something is alive within the waters of Lake Grenville, or so the growing legends say. One night, when young girl swims across the lake on a dare, she experiences in full what the depths have in wait.

story_language: English




The Water Man

Written by madvlad


Author's Note: The character of Audrey who appears in this story is the same girl who "guest-starred" in the story "Lori, Part 5" and was later referred to briefly in "Polly, Part 1" and "Jabba's Slut, Part 4". I only mention this for trivia's sake - reading those stories is not needed to provide any background for this tale.


TWENTY YEARS AGO

	The clap of thunder was an annoyance to the man. Alone in a rowboat out on the lake was not the best place to be during a thunderstorm at night. But his concern was that the rain might impede his sightseeing expedition. His target was a girls' summer camp on the northeast tip of Lake Grenville.

	The lake itself had originally been much smaller. But shortly after World War II, area development and the building of a dam on the south end had enlarged the lake threefold, growing mostly north and then to the east so that the entire body of water was C-shaped.

	According to local lore, the now-submerged land near the girls' camp was owned by an eccentric rancher in the late nineteenth century. It was rumored that he hosted members of some arcane religious cult that worshipped the devil, Indian spirits, Old World deities, or some particularly salacious combination of the three, depending on who was telling the story to what audience. The stories became more lurid and fantastic as years went on as people whispered about the strange forces that were still afoot long after the rancher died in a mysterious house fire.

	But the man's lurid and fantastic thoughts were turned more to the inhabitants of the girls' camp tonight, not about whatever lay below in the murk of the lake. Several times already he had rowed to the camp and slipped ashore to secretly watch the young things there. The ages of the campers ranged from eight to sixteen - perfectly within the range of his interest.

	The young ones were so adorable, but rarely wandered out of their cabins at night. But two weeks ago, a sleepy little girl a bit on the chubby side who couldn't have been more than eight and wandered outside, unable to sleep. She didn't do much, just stood there watching the stars for a while. From his vantage point, the man had been able to ogle her slightly over-plump pair of ass cheeks as they strained against the thin fabric of her pajama shorts. He had begun giving serious thought to doing more than just watching and considered jumping the girl. She'd be too small resist and he could be sinking his prick into fat little virgin ass while she wriggled helplessly beneath him like a stuck piglet.

	But she turned around and returned to the cabin, ending his rape fantasies. So he went to look for some of the teen girls. He could always count on them to be out somewhere in skimpy t-shirts and panties, sneaking a smoke or gossiping. There had been one glorious night when a group of fourteen and fifteen year-olds had actually bared their chests so they could compare boobs.

	While he had a delicious buffet to choose from, his favorite age group where the ten to twelve year-olds; the ones whose bodies were an intoxicating mix between childhood and early adolescence. They all developed at different rates and he enjoyed seeing them with various stages of breast development (or none at all) and everything from bald pussies to some sporting the first few silky strands of hair.

	This summer, there was a ten year-old red head who had somehow (the man had other fantasies about that) discovered the joys of masturbation. She would go outside and sit on a nearby tree stump after yanking her panties off. Then she'd sit with her legs splayed, giving him a great view of her pale, smooth cunt before her fingers went to work, making it quite juicy while she moaned in appreciation. Twice, he was pretty sure she came, but climax or not, she was a faithful little slut when it came to pleasuring herself regularly.

	The best night by far had been last night when two girls he guessed were eleven or twelve sat at a picnic table and discussed what it must be like to kiss a boy. One girl had mentioned seeing her older sister kissing her boyfriend while they used tongues. By the way they were shifting around on the bench the man guessed that they were each getting somewhat aroused. Finally, they worked up the nerve to experiment on each other.

	He was hidden behind some trees, stroking himself as the girls, a mere ten feet away, opened their mouths while they were kissing. They were hesitant at first, but soon enough their jaws were working furiously as they lashed at each other's tongue. Their lips parted and he was treated to watching and hearing the sloppy affair. One girl began fondling her own breast but when the other girl noticed, she moved her friend's hand over to her budding titlet.

	"My sister's boyfriend touches her like this," she whispered.

	The girls resumed their frenching and now were pawing at each other's modest titties. Inevitably, the t-shirts were pushed up and the youngsters were groaning in each other's mouths as their hands explored each other's exposed, preteen breasts. Ji imagination overheating, the man could practically feel the smooth little chest sprouts trapped beneath his hands; the prepubescent nipples hardening under his touch.

	It was more than the man could take and he sprayed his wad onto the leaves concealing him. It made him shift his weight and he moved one foot back, snapping a fallen branch. 
He froze, as did the girls. They looked around; their eyes wide with guilt as they hurriedly tugged their shirts back down.

	He knew he wasn't seen, but the girls were spooked enough to have lost the mood. They hurried back to their cabin and the man let out a long breath. As he zippered up, he noticed his jism glistening on the leaves and wondered what some young girl might think if she discovered the stuff the next morning. It would be dried and crusty. Would she be curious? Would she touch it or perhaps bring it up to her delicate nose, sniffing at this mysterious discovery?

	These thoughts made him hard again as he crept back to his row boat.

	But tonight, he had other concerns. The wind whipped up and the first rain came suddenly in hard sheets. He cursed his luck, hoping his curious little pair of tarts would do more experimenting tonight, but no one would come out in the rain. He decided to turn and head back, but the wind and rain quickly made him disoriented. There were no visible markers on shore and he had no idea of his direction.

	With a string of oaths, he started pulling on the oars with all his might, figuring that any land would do for now. The rain was heavy and the rowing became harder as the boat filled with water. Despite his predicament, he had to laugh at the situation. He was probably stuck right over the place where the crazy people had done their ceremonies or whatever all those years ago.

	He pulled the oars in and began to bail using a bucket that was in the boat. His actions were quick and in the midst of tossing a load of water, he lost his grip and the bucket went sailing. He lunged out to get it and felt his balance going. Just as he hit the water, a lightning bolt struck.

	His vision went white and blind and he though he heard voices chanting from somewhere - from everywhere around him. The electricity surging through his body made it seem like every molecule of his being was vibrating. His body was dissipating, becoming one with the lake, and then he became of aware of everything.

	
NINETEEN YEARS AGO

	He thought he might be frightened, but he never was. It took him a long time to learn what he now was - part ether and part physical and one with the water. He began to experiment with his new form, to teach himself what he could do with it. It would take longer to do, but time was no longer a pressing concern to him.

	
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO

	He did develop a new concept of time. Summer was when they came to him - the young ones he so desired. He felt them as they moved through him, particularly at night when he was most aware of them. There were fewer of them at night, but he enjoyed what he could.

	He found he could make waves to sense them while on land. Then he learned how to splash himself, making small drops land on their flesh when they got close enough.

	Winter was more solitary. But he spent the months within himself. And he learned to shape himself from water as he had been. Then he shaped himself even better, shedding the limitations of the human body.

	
FOURTEEN YEARS AGO

	Bea was twelve, which was quite old enough to be out by herself - one could even ask her if they weren't sure. Several small lodges were currently housing her extended family for a week-long reunion. The problem was that the other kids were all older teens or younger than ten, so she was often bored. One good thing is that three of her older female cousins who were fifteen and sixteen were more than happy to impart their wisdom on the mysteries of sex to their younger, inquisitive cousin.

	The lake was fun, but they weren't allowed to go swimming after dark. But tonight was perfect for swimming - the moon was out and it was muggy. Everyone was inside and no one was missing her at the moment. She thought about trying to sneak in and get her swimsuit, but she'd probably get trapped by some well-meaning aunt or uncle or cousin and have to join them in a board game.

	There were several towels drying on a porch railing and Bea suddenly had the inspiration to go skinny-dipping. That would be so cool! And she could dry off afterward and get dressed with no one being the wiser.

	Bea stripped and stepped into the water. Standing ankle deep, she looked down at her figure with satisfaction. Her breasts were teacup-sized, standing firmly and proudly from her chest. In less than a month, she would be starting seventh grade and was eager to show off her budding rack to all the boys. Her cousins had given her a few hints as to how to make her shirts were just right in the front.

	Farther below, her pussy was still devoid of any hair. Bea knew that someday soon the wispy pubes she'd heard of would appear. Right now, she looked like a little girl down there, but that was fine as there was no way any of the boys in her class were going to be seeing that. All these thought of sex made her feel kind of itchy there and she plunged deeper into the water to cool it all off.

	A half hour later, Bea staggered from the water, frightened and confused. At first, the water had felt wonderful. Then it felt particularly wonderful in certain places, making her nipples hard and her cunny very warm on the inside. It was disconcerting, but the girl was also enthralled by the yearnings awakening in her body as the lake seemed to swirl against it from every angle.

	The water moved between her legs harder and rougher, arousing and scaring the preteen. It was frothing although her midsection was well below the waterline. Bea had started back for the shore when the movement between her legs became more urgent. The water pressed against her, holding her in place while battering her breasts. Then the water below jetted into her sex, causing a sharp pain there. Then it kept moving further inside her, pressing on her in places she hadn't yet experienced.

	The tide in her pussy moved in and out. Bea remembered her cousins describing sex, but how could this be happening when there was no boy around? There was only water - and it was moving inside her and brushing against her breasts and buttocks. Then the water in her sheath suddenly increased, turning very warm.

	The water seemed to retreat, although Bea was still in the lake and surrounded by the stuff. It just seemed like everything was normal now. But not quite - her quim was throbbing in some strange way.

	When she was clear of the water, Bea looked down at her crotch, choking back a sob as saw the blood trickle from between her labia. She was no longer a virgin. Looking back at the lake, she knew she had just been raped, but by what?

	The surface of the lake rippled. He was well satisfied, but also invigorated. The girl seemed upset and he considered refining his technique, although he knew that sometimes he would prefer to be more forceful. There was plenty of time for everything.

	
EIGHT YEARS AGO

	From the Danner Register, August 12:

	Lake Grenville Incidents Spark Concern and Debates

	A growing number of reports involving unusual activity and encounters around the northern area of Lake Grenville have residents worried about their safety and the reputation of the county as a safe recreational area. Police have responded to several calls involving young women and girls who felt they were being watched or that someone had been stalking them. All of these were in the close vicinity of the lake shore.

	"Someone was in the water," a fifteen year-old girl who was vacationing with her family said. "They splashed around, but I couldn't see him. It was weird 'cause when a few drops of water got on me, I felt...I don't know, creepy."

	While there have been similar reports, two were more serious. A mother claimed her nine year-old daughter had been molested through her bathing suit while playing in the water, although subsequent examination at the Borland Hospital showed no signs of any trauma.

	Also, a fourteen year-old girl was found unconscious in a secluded area. Police suspect that alcohol might have been involved as the place in question is known to be a hang-out for teens. A medical exam showed that the girl had been subjected to sexual intercourse, but no traces of any other DNA could be found on or in the girl.

	Of course, the location of these events so close to where the infamous McIntyre Ranch was located until it burned has spawned more colorful speculation as to the source of the recent troubles. But law enforcement officials are not amused.

	"The idea of some supernatural creature preying on young people may be good grist for Hollywood, but it is complete nonsense in the real world," said Danner County Sheriff Jason Voorhees. "Although we encourage anyone to report any suspicious activity, we believe that these incidents have more mundane explanations or are simply the result of overactive imaginations."

	Sheriff Voorhees stated that increased patrols from his department have already begun, which should ease the fears of many and prevent any mischief from pranksters.

	
TODAY

	Jeannie's stomach clenched as she heard the laughter in the cabin she shared with eleven other girls. This was the eleven year-old's first year at Camp Grenville while her cabin mates had been coming here for years. She got along well enough with most of them when she was with them in twos or threes, but when everyone was together, a girl named Audrey liked to make trouble for the "new girl".

	The staff member who served as the cabin's counselor, Chris, was of little use. The seventeen year-old took Audrey's side. Jeannie heard from one of the other girls that Chris's family was close to Audrey's wealthy clan. The pay for junior staff was lousy, but serving as a camp counselor always looked good on college applications which was why many of the staff were of Chris' age.

	Although Audrey was quite pretty, she was meaner than a snake. Nearly thirteen, she was the oldest girl in the cabin while Jeannie, having turned eleven as of two months ago, was the youngest. Jeannie had heard some pretty disturbing things about the other girl; her bullying and how she liked to brag about all of the sex she had. Reportedly, she had a seven-inch dildo stashed in her belongings and had showed several girls how she could get nearly the entire thing inside her.

	Jeannie had a basic knowledge of what sex was about having learned from discussions with her mother. But she was completely inexperienced and had no desire to learn anything else from the likes of Audrey.

	Climbing up the wooden steps, Jeannie paused for a moment to calm her nerves before stepping into the cabin. It was close to "lights-out" so all of the other girls were already inside. As usual, Audrey was holding court.

	"Hello, Jeannie," Audrey said sweetly. "I've decided that you and I should be friends."

	Despite the friendly overture, Jeannie's skin prickled and she nervously ran her fingers through her blonde hair. She had no doubt that Audrey was up to something but had little recourse than to plan along.

	"That sounds okay," she replied before shuffling toward her bed.

	"As a token of my friendship, I want to give you my necklace," Audrey continued. "Of course, you can only be my friend if you accept it tonight."

	"Okay, I accept."

	The other girls giggled and Audrey looked quite pleased.

	"Good!" she said. "You can get it on Pancake Rock."

	That stopped Jeannie in her tracks. Pancake rock was a huge, flat slab of stone that was visible across the water from the camp's beach.

	"How am I supposed to get there?" Jeannie asked.

	Audrey feigned looking like she was in deep thought.

	"Well," she began slowly. "Chris drove me around on North Lake Road to get me there. But since it's almost lights-out, we can't do that again. I guess you'll have to swim."

	"But it's got to be a mile to get there!" Jeannie exploded.

	"One-point-two miles to be exact," Audrey noted in an efficient manner.

	Jeannie wanted nothing to do with this, but knew if she tried to get out of it, Audrey was going to make it a very long summer for her. She rummaged around her locker, looking for her bathing suit.

	"Oops! I'm sorry," Audrey called, not sounding sorry at all. "I spilled some soda on your swimsuit and put it in the camp laundry. Don't worry, though. It will be ready tomorrow."

	"So what am I supposed to do, swim naked?" Jeannie asked crossly.

	"I guess so," Audrey said smugly.

	Audrey and the others followed Jeannie down to the beach. Jeannie stripped and folded her clothes, placing them on the dock. She could hear Audrey whispering something and some of the other girls snickering. It didn't take much imagination to figure out that Audrey was talking about.

	The older girl sported a pair of nicely developing tits. Jeannie's new sprouts were barely the size of small muffin tops. She already had the slenderness of the women in her family and she followed them in true form, she would be small busted even at full maturity. And although Jeannie was not the only girl in the cabin with no pubic hair, she was the only one whose lower baldness was rudely commented on by Audrey.

	Jeannie refused to look back at the other girls and ventured into the water. After wading past the rope that separated the shallower area for beginner swimmers, she leaned forward into the water. Her coltish legs kicked smoothly, helping propel her toward her quarry. Soon after, she passed the large, anchored raft that marked the outer boundary of where the advanced swimmers were allowed. The lake floor sharply lowered here and Jeannie could feel the water get colder.

	He felt her presence. Someone joining him from the camp he had so enjoyed visiting before his transformation. He enjoyed it when the girls there swam and played, but could do little more than sense their lovely young bodies during the day. The camp had an unfortunate rule against girls swimming at night, which was when he had his full powers. The best he had done in the past was to give an occasional girl a light tickle or two when they sometimes were allowed a brief after-dinner swim period.

	This one swam with a purpose. He rolled under her and could tell she was naked. Using some restraint, he refrained from taking her then. Although he was no longer human, he still had interest in the foibles of humans and wanted to know what this girl was up to.

	It seemed she was going to that large flat rock he remembered being on the shore. Perhaps it was some childish dare she was challenging. Earlier, he had sensed/seen two other girls on the rock near the water - one a little older than this one and another well into her teens. Eager to know this child he was surrounding, he made a current, easing her along toward the shore.

	Jeannie was surprised at how easily she reached Pancake Rock. The necklace was there of course - Audrey had figured that Jeannie wouldn't be able to make it there and back without tiring first or wimping out. Jeannie placed the necklace around her neck - proof that she made it. She was only halfway done, but now she had confidence. As she swam back into the lake, even the water seemed to rush around her as if welcoming her on her voyage back.

	Although she wasn't aware of his presence, he enveloped her lithe body below the surface, rolling along her toned limbs and savoring the smoothness of her young skin. Part of him trickled into the tight slit in her mons - he was careful so she wouldn't know - and delighted in the delicacy of her prepubescent sex. Ah, there was the barrier - the thin piece of skin that told him he would be her first.

	She was like a little porpoise, slippery in the water. He investigated her taut young ass, one of the few genuinely fleshy areas on her body. Her buttocks were high on her body and he knew they would not sag in the least when she stood on land.  Since she was well immersed in the lake, he could feel her all over all at once and washed against her other fleshy parts.

	The water seemed warmer to Jeannie now. She guessed she was simply getting used to it, but she noticed it had an odd way of sliding over her rump as if it was washing her there. Now it felt that way on her budding breasts. The diminutive morsels were being pushed, shifted, and kneaded, but at the same time, the water seemed to tug at her nipples. They stiffened, making Jeannie think of the few times she had examined her young tits. It had felt good and she had been surprised and pleased when the tiny pink points hardened like they usually only did when she was cold getting out of the bath.

	But this was even better as her nips were pulled by the water - as if they were being sucked on. Jeannie had certainly never experienced that before, but there was a working suction on her breasts and the water was very warm there.

	It was also getting warmer....oh my... "down there". Jeanie kept swimming, kicking her legs harder in response. Something was happening - she felt achy in a good way and also felt thin frissons of something else inside her quim, making her long for something she didn't know.

	The water passed over her body more quickly now as certain parts in her sex seemed to quiver from the water's caress. Her clit was stiff, sending urgent signals through the young girl's inexperienced body.

	The eleven year-old's fluids seeped from tight cleft and into the lake. He welcomed her juices into his being, making part of her part of him for ever. Her pussy was so smooth and tender and his to take now. The girl's kicking slowed and became erratic as he swirled about her crotch and made her labia spread for him.

	Jeannie was hardly swimming at all now, just flailing with her arms and legs as the water rushed all over her. Something pressed into her pussy and she tried to close her legs but more water wrapped her slender limbs and kept them apart.

	The water coalesced between her legs, taking a shape that was solid yet churning at the same time. It forced its way in, pushing her entrance opening and roiling against her hymen. It paused and then shot through, destroying the girl's maidenhead while she cried out in the unhearing darkness above.

	He could feel/smell/taste/see her blood as it clouded just outside of her conquered sex. He slid inward, being the first to cover every bit of her virgin place, making her his woman-child. He formed another member and pulled at her luscious young buttocks and found his next prize.

	Jeannie was in shock from the penetration in her pussy. Now another thing was working at her from behind. She tried to stop it, but the pressure was too much and her anus yielded her other hole to the lake. Alone and powerless, the eleven year-old groaned as the shaft of water entered her rectum.

	Now both jets of water shot back and forth, filling her tight love chutes and sweeping back together out in a deep, hard rhythm. Her discomfort eased as her supple body adapted to its new uses. From both places alien urges built. In the middle of her fright, a she began to know a new want.

	She was unmoving now, yet did not sink into the lake while the water surged in and out of her body in an intimate, carnal tide. Her eyes closed as she allowed the lake her body, her lower areas being filled while her tiny breasts were massaged and sucked.

	This was how young ones should be taken, both channels being thrust into and flexing their snugness around his being. At the same time, he ravished her juglets, making the girl aware of how her budding maturity meant more pleasure. And he knew her every place else from the neck down, surging over her young flesh and squeezing her sleek little figure. The only entrance he left to her was her mouth - for quite practical purposes as he had no designs on taking her life.

	But still he wondered how he might take a girl everywhere at once without mortal harm. Ah, but there was always time to learn.

	The water taking her suddenly grew warmer - even hot - as it more of it mushroomed inside her body in her womb and colon at once. Jeannie's nervous system went into over-drive, making the girl buck and jerk in the lake as she came fiercely. She did not fight it, letting it move her and transmit her reaction into the water through her movements.

	Jeannie had a vague sense of moving - no, of being moved - quite swiftly. The feel of sand on her knees and elbows were a surprise and she found herself lying in the water at the camp's beach. The lake water moved gently, lapping at her with what felt like deliberate tenderness. When her head cleared, Jeannie crawled out onto the beach, leaving the water with a sense of regret. She turned to look back, only finding the moon-dappled stillness of the lake behind her.

	She moved a little unsteadily at first, and then walked better as her legs found their strength once more. Her clothes were gone from the dock, but she only felt a mild annoyance at Audrey. Jeannie knew she was somehow changed and that her tormentor had no power anymore.

	She strode to her cabin, seeing the sweeps of flashlights through the windows since the overhead lights were off. With no attempt at stealth, she opened the door and walked in. Eleven beams of batter-powered light shifted her way, painting her nude, wet body with their yellowish-white circles. Jeannie made no attempt to cover herself, only lifting the necklace away from her skin so all could see.

	"Got it," she announced.

	"Wow, how did you do it?"

	"Yeah, that was fast!"

	"Here, let me get you a towel."

	Audrey heard as the other girls chimed in as they were impressed by Jeannie's feat. They were surrounding their new hero, offering munchies and stuff to drink. Even more infuriating were the apologies from them as to how they treated Jeannie before. Baffled by how Jeannie pulled it off, Audrey also sensed she was fast losing the loyalty of her clique.

	"Okay," she said with a hint of menace. "I'll take my necklace back now."

	"Your necklace?" Jeannie asked with maddening calm. "No, it's mine. Everyone here heard you say that."

	The other girls nodded and added some "uh huh's" before turning away from Audrey and talking to Jeannie again. Audrey sat by herself and sulked in the bitter cloud of her defeat. In the morning, she'd call her dad and have him send a car to take her the hell away from this dump.

	"Weren't you scared being alone in the lake?" a girl asked Jeannie.

	The corners of Jeannie's mouth quirked upward.

	"No," she replied. "The water felt great."

	


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