Juleen bounced her buttcheeks up at Greg’s face, making for monolithic smacking sounds as she encouraged him to keep oiling her; her loveseat-filling ass was now dripping with the stuff, and starting to drizzle onto either side of her beach towel until her hunky big brother at last decided to move on to her bicycle tire-thick thighs.
“I got a second bottle if ya run out, stud,” she said, peering back at him, smiling from over her shoulder. “I’m a _lot_ of girl to cover.” She spread her voluptuous, jiggling this apart for him, “Be sure to get in between there, too!”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Vanessa was still watching with rapt, if scowling, attention, as if hypnotized by this newcomer’s vastness, and even vaster lack of shame. Juleen grinned, and popped out her Soothsayer, resting it on her bulging, chin-smothering cleavage. “Time to go all-out nasty,” she thought, bringing up the sliding meters for personality, and toggling all the lascivious ones all the way to the right: Libido. Aggression. Lewdness. Immodesty. Kinkiness. Everything that even looked liked it would amp up her already obnoxious personality was maxed out, and then she clicked the “Execute” button.
Juleen blinked, eyes wide, as her brain seemed to gurgle and rumble, her lips slowly curling into a broad smile.
“Wanna go into the changing stall and fuck?’ she asked, casually, bouncing her butt impatiently in front of Greg’s face.
“Erh…what?” he murmured, blinking—oily butt-rubbing stopping for a moment as he paused to make sure he’d really heard her request right.
Juleen groaned impatiently, and stood up, her bare breasts rippling and jostling in the sun. “I asked ya if y’wanted to go into the changing room and fuck me, dumbass.”
Juleen stepped closer to, and then over her now not-so-big brother, jiggling about her immense bust and rump with even the slightest movement, and then forcibly squatted down, and sat on his crotch, his swimtrunk-concealed erection slipping lewdly into her vast rear-cleavage. Half the beach had, by now, noticed the topless sex-titan, and were staring at this sluttishly over-tattooed, over-endowed blonde hussy, some of the male-half of her audience offering up wolf whistles and lewder calls of encouragement.
“Or,” she said, grinning down at her pinned, muscly brother, “We could just fuck right here,” she reached a hand behind her back, and managed to snag the waistband of Greg’s shorts, pulling them down enough to make his erect, hot and hard member flop out. It wasn’t on display for long, however: Juleen arched her big, bulging, oil-coated ass upwards, and expertly sat on it; Gregg’s seven inches of manmeat was instantly swallowed up by Juleen’s feminine folds.
Juleen grinned down at a shocked, embarrassment-flushed Greg, bending over to smother his face and upper-chest with tit. “There,” she said, “so much better than fuckin’ around, eh?” She impishly pumped her butt up and down upon his cock, her heavy, blubberous cheeks smacking and jiggling against his thickly muscled hips.
Juleen looked out of the corner of her eye to find that Vanessa was watching with rapt attention—definite disgust and shock in her expression, but not totally borne of those two things. “Y’can watch if y’want, lil’girl,” she said, grinning as she belittled her now not-so-big sister. “Or y’can join in, too. Work my ass with y’r tits, or maybe I could eat you out while I ride y’r brother..” She shivered, and pumped Greg’s impressive length twice more, her juice loudly spraying about either side of his hips. “Up to you, shortie.”
She began to slowly, torturously pump her hips up and down, fucking Gregg in the most elongated, show-offish manner possible, keeping the embarrassed hunk aroused and hard for as long as possible, smiling happily at the stares she was attracting from the other beach goers..
Juleen flipped open the phone for a moment, riding the high of euphoric hyper-arousal and brazenness, toggling the height dials to seven feet, five inches, the bust dial from beachballs to beanbag chair-size, and simply hitting the “+” button on the hips/butt field until her thumb felt fatigued. Before hitting “execute”, she spied another options box containing a control labeled “pheromones”, and pulled it to the 80 percent max spot before jamming the enter button.
A. Juleen grows larger, as does the pornographic scene she’s the centerpiece of—large enough that the police are called. Iphone still in hand, Laura/Juleen continues her adventure from the back of a police car.
B. Juleen drops the magic iphone in the ecstasy of her expansion, and it bounces into Vanessa’s hands.
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