This choice: Follow Vanessa to the Beach • Go Back...Chapter #5Follow Vanessa to the Beach by: Sperics   Vanessa was just about to the beach with Greg when she checked her phone and saw a message from Laura. “I’ll catch up to you in a sec. But why was my phone in your bedroom? Took me a second to find it.” Shock went through her as she realized that she had left Laura’s phone behind. If Laura saw the new her she’d be even more pissed after putting two and two together. Quickly texting the first excuse she could think of, “Sorry Lulu couldn’t find mine and got confused. Having the same case is a bit of a pain huh?” Vanessa was looking forward to a fun day down at the beach; that was happening no matter what, she just needed to snag Laura’s phone first. As Vanessa arrived on the beach, jaws literally dropped as everyone caught sight of the achingly sexy 20-year old. She smiled, waved, and put a bounce into her step for… *cough *cough to show off her new assets. The two globes jiggled wildly, their mass too much for her pecs to properly support. They were also, heavy. Very heavy. But Vanessa reasoned she could fix that in just a little bit. The last group of people here to see the new and improved Vanessa were the jocks playing football. Yes, on the beach. It’s football! And Vanessa loved watching the muscular guys go at it. But their game stopped altogether as all eyes became riveted on Vanessa and specifically her bobbing breasts. One poor guy got hit in the head by the football as it came down, another jock having thrown it just before the hypnotic sight that was Greg’s sister arrived.
“Are you boys stopping for little ‘ol me? I don’t mind. Keep staring.” Vanessa said, thrusting out her chest. She loved every second of this attention.
Knowing every single straight guys eyes were rooted firmly on her she turned around to find a good spot to lay out her towel on the beach and get some sun. It also gave her the perfect excuse to show off her tantalizingly ass to the guys. Of course she knew it was perfect, she’d designed it and Vanessa knew what body shape turned on guys. She’d already had it, she might’ve just… exaggerated it. Just a little though. They were only beachball sized breasts. Perfectly manageable. The thought of using the app to make them weigh less never crossed her mind. She’d just be stealing Lulu’s phone to strengthen her pec muscles. Imagine that, immense PPP breasts and perky ones at that. Smiling that her fantasy was now more real than she could have ever hoped Vanessa put in her earbuds and finished listening to her absolute favorite 2006 song. Occupied with watching the shirtless hot beach guys playing beach football and with her earbuds in Vanessa never had a chance to hear Greg’s bodybuilding buddies come up to him and start a conversation.
“Dude I know the whole ‘bro’s before hoes’ thing but seriously: Bring that skank back to your place and go to town. We can hang out later.”
“Dude that’s my sister.”
“Vanessa!?”
“Naaaaaaahhh it’s Laura.”
“Either way those are helluva big implants.”
“Yeah…” Greg laughed nervously. “Implants.”
“You know her plastic surgeon? I’ve been thinking about…”
“Your breasts are big enough already.”
“Hey!” Chad puffed out, indignant. “Those are pecs.”
“Our last bench-off says those are moobs. Need to work on your definition.”
“Sure but another time jackass. I’m busy thinking dirty thoughts about your sister.”
Still oblivious to their conversation Vanessa leaned over to the right, her twin mountains of breast-flesh cascading downwards, and waved to them. She was pretty sure all the guys, who’d been watching this entire time, creamed their Speedo’s instantly. Not that she minded. The beach was a good place to get wet and, unable to help herself, decided to splurge a little bit more. Lulu wasn’t here yet after all.
“Need another for football?” Vanessa asked.
She had to wait a good couple seconds before any of the guys responded. They were drooling so much you’d think the tide had come in. After a moment one of the guys blathered out an incomprehensible mess that sounded like yes, which was followed by earnest enthusiasm by the rest of the guys. Smiling, Vanessa walked up to one of the team captain and enjoyed looking down at him from her titillating six-foot-eight height.
“So what team am I on Slick? Shirts or Skins?”
“Welll… I… you know… uhhh…”
“Shirts it is.” Vanessa said, taking her place on the rough ‘field’. “Sorry guys your fearless leader has spoken.”
The ‘fearless leader’ got more than a few death glares for that. Besides… Vanessa didn’t need to take her humongous bra off to thrill the guys. Right as the other team did the… thing with the ball, Vanessa didn’t know football well, or at all, she got distracted as she spied Laura arrive on the beach. Just a moment later one of the guys ran headlong into her cleavage and was promptly laid out on the sand. To him it was like running straight into two airbags. You don’t simply ‘fall’ backwards you get ejected backwards. Before Vanessa could say anything sassy to him like “guess you weren’t man enough for those boobies”, and God knows she wanted to, the football immediately fell deep between her breasts with a WHHUUUUUMMMPPFFF! sound.
“She’s still got the ball! Dog-pile!” One of them shouted.
Uh-oh. With a bit of a girly shriek Vanessa was knocked down on her back by all the guys tackling her headlong. Her cute little abs had taken most of the hit since the guys were aiming a little low, to be able to look up as she was falling and see nothing but her stupendously large breasts. They stung a bit from the impact but Vanessa had found she rather liked the feeling of the guys hit her rock-hard muscles. Besides… she found herself surrounded by the pleasantly warm sand with three guys wrapping their big strong arms around her. It was shaping up to be one hell of a good visit to the beach and it was about to get better.
While Vanessa was on the sand, not having any trouble at all convincing the guys to help her, Laura looked around for her siblings but only saw Greg and a dog-pile over by where all the jocks where playing football. “Neanderthals.” She sighed, turning back to her phone and wondering where exactly Vanessa was. Figuring to herself that it didn’t matter much as she didn’t fit in with her sister’s crowd she got away from the crowd and found a nice spot to admire the surfers from, wishing one of them would look her way at least once. She was so enraptured in the way they rode the waves she didn’t even notice when someone took her purse, with her phone inside, from behind her.
“Good job Jake.” Vanessa said, some distance away.
“It’s Jack.”
“Whatever.”
Vanessa definitely needed to take some of the pressure off her back, much as she loved the gigantic breasts they were already a bit of a strain. All things considered: a good problem to have. But she also liked the firm unyielding feeling of her muscles when she was tackled. Question was: What to do first?
Firm up her pecs
Take the toned look farther
Make her breasts even larger
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