Laura felt good. Fuckin' good. She had done her personality alterations first,
which led to more and more brazen changes--not the least of which was her libido
and her modesty--or, currently, utter lack thereof. "Juleen" had grown herself to
nearly six feet in height, given herself hoop-style nipple piercings on each
thumb-thick nip, a tramp stamp tattoo above her brobdingagian butt, and various
dragon and flame tattoos on her upper back, not to mention a huge tattoo of fire
around her crotch--which was apt given what she's done to her libido; her sex felt
feverishly hot and wet--the objective segments of her brain could now do little to
reign in her new, overwhelming desire to get laid.
The remnants of her original personality giggled a bit--she would never, even with
this feminine monolith of a body, been such a harlot--Juleen bounced, jostled and
jiggled proudly down the beach, attracting stares from _everyone_, male and female.
She's hastily put her long, blond hair in a high ponytail, to make herself appear
even taller and more imposing. The magic iPhone had conjured up for her new
persona a very, very skimpy black bikini, the top barely covering her enlarged
aureola, and made obvious the presence of her nipple rings; the indentations
tenting obscenely against the fabric; her bottom was a ringed thong little number,
the metal ring at the top of her ass crack and the decency-ensuring triangle
covering her sex where just about the only evidence that she was wearing _anything_
below the waist.
Piloting this new body and new personality was a bit like being on partial
autopilot; no feelings of shyness came when Laura would have expected them to, and
the strutting and foul-mouthedness(as well as foul thoughts) just flooded in and
flooded out, as if she was a kind of spectator within her own body. It just felt
_natural_ to be this way, and it felt _good_.
She found Vanessa and Greg among the oggling audience, and grinned squarely in her
brother's direction. "I'll give that meathead somethin' to stare at," she thought,
catching herself oggling him back--and strangely, no feelings of disgust at the
sensation of finding him hot and fuckable--he was, after all, the biggest, beefiest
stud on the beach.
Laura/Juleen wobbled and smacked her way up to Greg, stopping with her tits only a
few inches from his face, the heat coming off of her beachball sized milkers no
doubt palpable against his face. "Hi, cutie," she said, "Hope you don't mind if I
lay down here." Before Greg could nod an approval, Juleen put down her towel next
to the pair, obnoxiously close, and flopped down on her front, her monstrous
super-tits bulging lewdly out from either side of her torso. She smiled; a casual
glance confirmed Vanessa's envious stare. That smile turned into a full out grin
as she reached back and undid her top, making her bulbous tits ooze out even more.
She turned to Greg, handing him a bottle of suntan lotion, "Oil me up, stud?" she
said, again without waiting for a reply.
"Um, sure--"
"Juleen," she said, smiling as she felt greasy hands slop on her back and work it,
"I'm Juleen--be sure to get my ass, too," Laura wiggled her overstuffed rump a
little.vanessa was still staring, flabbergasted, as her muscly brother oiled up the fleshy
behemoth, hands drifting timidly southward, blinking as the swollen newcomer egged
Greg on almost immediately,
"Work my huge butt..."
"More oil, c'mon, it's a _big_ fuckin' ass..."
"Deeper...get into the crack, too..."
"Deeper, stud...it's not gonna eat yr hand..."
Greg was resting his conspicuously tight speedo against her plush, warm cheek now,
and taking pains not to grind against her rump-blubber; Laura then spied her
sister rolling her eyes in a look of disgust that could only be born out of envy;
turning over on her beach towel to look away from the the huge Juleen-monster.
A. Laura rolls over, "accidentally" pinning Greg under her butt, and smothering
Vanessa under her naked tits.
B. She decides to see how much more of a spectacle she make of herself, amping up
her size a bit and maxing out her lewdness levels--just how many beach hunks could
she get to help oil her up?
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