Hell of a Beach Bunny

Hello everyone!

This is yet another story suggestion I got from a patron.

The following story took longer for me to finish due to my erratic writing schedule, so I ended postponing most of my other projects. But I wanted to get one thing done before I moved to the next writing endeavor. Anyway, it still counts as another finished short story

This one has my preference for silly "porn logic" scenarios, with a big splash of NC content. Be WARNED.

Characters in this story can act vengeful, and evil, and things escalate to a bit of a darker turn as the story goes. Even though it happens here, this is just a fantasy, and no scene in here is intended as something to be acted out in real life, except by consenting adults ( even though I don't personally recommend doing in real life anything that is described here!).

Overall I hope you enjoy another step of mine in this writing journey!

- Betty.

tags: bodysuit, group sex, non-consent, revenge, tricked, forced-feminization.

Hell of a Beach Bunny

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Hailey looked around the van, taking the last of her stuff from it. Her friends would stay for a couple of weeks in the summer in her family's beach house. She wished to join a sorority at college, and her mother was putting in a favor by driving the girls there. If everything went smoothly, she would help the girls with their summer plans, have a foot in the sorority, and maybe even meet some cute guys from a fraternity staying at a nearby hotel.

Everything would be awesomely positive for Hailey. Sure, her mom was around, but she would mostly get tipsy with a couple of drinks and lounge around, basking in the sun and staying in the background.

The only thing that could ruin this short vacation was her brother, Christopher.

Simply put, Chris was way too enthralled by women's curvy bodies. He didn't just glance and admire respectfully. His eyes sought their bodies, and he gazed and ogled, even drooling sometimes. Neck cracking from some of Hailey's friends walking around the house, where he would supposedly help around to set up the place.

It just got worse when they went to the beach.

Sun-kissed skins, jiggling wobbly soft curves, wet hairs, and a plethora of colors on all sorts of bikinis and swimsuits. Never-ending variations of one-piece designs, as stunning and curvy as they were, allowed ladies to showcase their beautiful, alluring forms.

Of course, they were there to have a good time. Very few of them were worried about putting on a show. Some guys thought differently, and that was the case for Chris, whose eyes couldn't seem to behave appropriately when they met any of the women.

Ice cream lady? Chris almost asked if she had milk to shake!

Surfers girls? Chris wanted to show them something as stiff as their board.

Beach Volley? Chris wanted to check Jane's round bubble butt!

Hailey felt like her brother could have been better. He acted as if growing his hair and pretending to be a surfer would attract girls, yet he treated these women poorly, like a pig following every woman who passed by.

"Mom, Chris is at it again!" Hailey pointed out in disgust, as her brother tried pickup lines on one of the curvier girls from the sorority.

"Hailey, I bet it was just a little joke!" her mother, an older woman wearing a comfortable cyan one-piece swimsuit.

"But mom, we gotta do something!"

"Don't be mean to your brother, I think he has a, what do you kids say? A crush, that's all." Her mother stared at her, her face contorted in disgust, above her sunglasses.

"SO you're not gonna do anything about it?" she asked incredulously at her mom's reaction.

"I don't know!" her mother replied, her annoyance evident. "He is a young man, that sort of thing kind of happens."

"But, Mom!" the daughter whined in response.

"Hailey, you keep saying you're an adult now! Do something about it then!" her mother glared as she said this, clearly annoyed about it all.

"But he is your son!" she waved her arms around, "you are supposed to teach him."

"And I'm sure everything was harmless."

"But!" Hailey tried still, her mom immediately interrupted, not allowing another word.

"I bet it is all just a misunderstanding. Maybe you should clean that up!!"

"It is not a misunderstanding, Mom!"

"Sweety, stop acting like a stuck-up," the older woman said as she settled down on a stretcher. She sat down and put on her sunglasses.

"I'm not!"

"Aren't you just jealous because Chris is trying to act on his feelings?"

"What?" she asked, incredulous of what she'd just heard.

"Hailey, go talk to your friends, see if it was all that terrible to begin with."

Hailey huffed and puffed. She left her mother on the stretcher and saw her brother's head curved down to better observe another poor woman who was cursed, or blessed, with a rounded, bubbly rear.

"Fucking idiot!" Hailey said to herself, she saw the girl her brother was following turn around and slap him hard on the face. Mad about the fact that he had been basically following her to keep on admiring her twin globes. Surprised about the slap on his right cheek, Chris turned around to see Hailey approaching.

"Why don't you respect women, you pig?" she told her brother.

"What the fuck you're talking about?" Chris looked at his sister, pretending not to care about the handprint on his face.

"You're older than me, for fucks sake!" She unintentionally sounded like their mother as she scolded, "You should be ashamed of yourself!" Hailey added, pointing her finger at his face.

Chris faced his sister with a smile, "I was just flirting, not that you would know anything about it!" His demeanor immediately caused Hailey to ball her hand.

"Flirting? More like a weird stalker!" she kept her accusatory tone.

"Hey, that's not true!"

"If I go to Jane right now and ask what you said to her, what would she say?" She nodded in the woman's direction as she said this.

"That I complimented her, thats all" Chris turned his head towards the same woman who had just given him that red right cheek, "That phat ass is so fucking hot" he stated with a sigh.

Her brother's comment caused Hailey to cringe, "Do you even hear yourself?"

"Lil' sis', women with gyatts like that actually love being praised by their womanly figure, not that you would EVER understand such a thing."

That struck a nerve. Hailey's face turned red with anger and fury. She trembled a little, holding back on screaming at her perverted brother.

She remembered why they were at the beach house, for starters, her chance to make good friends at a sorority. Screaming and a tantrum would definitely crumble her reputation before she even got it built up.

Seeing that his sister didn't come up with anything else, Chris offered her a taunting smile and walked away with a confident stride to further mock her.

That was it, she wanted revenge, something he would never forget, likely something that would humiliate him, something that could change his views about the world, and most importantly, something that could make her older brother pay attention to what the women he meets actually want from him.

Hailey walked around the yard, looking at the other young women from the sorority, including the one who had slapped her brother.

Jane had red auburn hair, and was curvy, and everyone knew she had a ton of admirers on her social media. They also knew that too many of those where just horny guys trying to score with her, promising many different things just for a date.

Often, Jane complained about these sorts of guys, and Hailey got to listen quite a lot about these internet pervs.

"Hey, don't worry too much," a dark haired woman, named Monica, said to Hailey, who was still thinking about her brother's actions.

"We can't control those guys," another one said, this one named Lisa, who had her hair dyed dirty blonde.

"Yeah, but we should do something about it!" Hailey exclaimed, frustration evident in her tone.

Jane took a couple of moments to analyse her younger friend. She had a conspiratorial smirk for a moment, fleetingly looking at the other women, and finally pulled Hailey in.

"You know, there is actually something that we could try," she began, measuring the younger woman's interest. "Maybe he just needs to see what it feels like."

"How do we do that?"

"Remember the boxes that we bought in?"

"Sure, what about them?"

"They are a product we've been working on." She considered each of the other women, who giggled at Hailey's doubtful reaction.

"Something that could be used to punish?" Hailey inquired.

"Well, they were originally designed for very specific things." Jane gauged the younger woman's interest before continuing, "and perhaps, your brother could be one of the beta testers."

"Tell me more about it," Hailey said, more than interested in it.

"Wait, Jane." Lisa intervened. "Aren't those for the hazing for that frat house at the hotel?"

"Lisa, we have spares," Jane stated.

"Alright," she didn't challenge her. Hailey remained curious about it, although she was definitely looking forward to any chance to make her brother feel sorry about his behaviour.

Lesson Plan

Hailey had to control herself not to grin and spill the beans on their plan. They walked as a group to the beach, which meant her and the sorority girls, as well as her older brother, the ogler Chris, and he was living up to that description exactly at the moment. Sure, not mindlessly gazing at the girls, but he didn't make any effort to hide his desires as he constantly glanced at their bodies.

Of course, this time it was easier for Hailey to control herself. His comeuppance was coming. She just had to be sneaky on the first step, which was way too simple.

They had water bottles, which were perfect for adding something extra, such as a sleeping pill, that would keep Chris way too relaxed, and he would be out for the count in no time.

Next, the plan involved applying the wrong kind of sunblock on him. If they played it safe, it would just irritate him a little and not cause him too much suffering.

Hailey gazed down at her brother, who was sleeping in the sun from the too calming water he had drunk.

Next, they had Jane apply the sunscreen to him. Even if he were completely awake, he would never say no to that. Hailey noticed that Jane had a weird smile as she massaged her brother. She didn't know what to make of it, and a seed of worry began forming in her mind.

After Jane was done, she got up and cleaned her hands with Chris's towel. "Just a couple of minutes now," she said, doing nothing to contain her grin afterwards.

The girls did just that, lounging around for a while, getting drinks, and taking it easy. Some of them went for a dip in the ocean and came back again to chat.

Monica got Hailey something to drink. "So, what do you think we should make your brother do, after we make him ready for the beach?"

"I just want him to understand the consequences of his actions," Hailey replied while she gazed upon her sleeping brother's figure.

"Just that?" the dark-haired woman asked, curious.

"Maybe teach him a good lesson, that's all."

"So, we humble him a little," Monica used a humorous tone when she said "humble."

"Yeah.. humble..." Hailey mimicked her friend, and they both shared a mischievous grin.

Lisa came to them, "Hey, I got the tent that we can use from the spa nearby," she said in a chirpy tone.

"Great, I love when the plan comes together," Monica said, and looked from one girl to the other. "What? You don't watch any old movies?"

Hailey just shook her head, Lisa mumbled a "Nope".

They stood around for a while longer, applying real sunscreen to themselves as they got themselves sorted out. Haile inquired, "That stuff is not dangerous to his skin, is it?"

"No, it will simulate feelings of sunburn. It is among the products that we can use to prank people," Jane replied with energy, her eyes focused on Chris's form, asleep and unaware.

Just like that, a short while later, Chris woke up, already saying "Ouch" and "Fuck" with each movement.

"Fuck, I'm all burned up," he said, then he saw his sister and the older girls. "Hey, that sunblock is shit!" he yelled at them.

"What? No, it is great, look at my tan!" Jane gestured to her hips, slightly moving her bottom to show off the sexy tan line. "See?"

"I don't need fucking tan lines!" he got up, slowly and twitching with the irritated skin, he through his skin was breaking off, to the girls, he just looked red from the lotion, he had barely been five minutes in the sun, so all the worried faces around were about pretending.

"Jane, maybe you've mistaken the sunblock with the tanning lotion," Lisa said in a worried tone.

"Fucking dumb bitch." Chris mumbled, but everyone heard it.

"Oh, boo hoo to you" Monica mocked him now.

"We can take you to one of the tents and get some soothing lotions." Lisa pointed to one of the rentable closed tents.

"Yes, we can take you there," Jane added.

"Fine, but they cost a lot." Chris pointed out

"Don't worry about that," Hailey said, but she couldn't avoid her coy smile.

"Alright, let's get tomato boy over there," Monica gestured.

Jane approached Hailey and asked, "Why aren't you worried about the price?"

"I got his credit card in my purse!" she whispered back, and both girls giggled.

"You're the best!" Jane said to her, then stopped in her tracks, looked back at Lisa, and said, "Hey, can you run by the van and get the soothing creams?" She winked slyly

"Oh, sure!" Lisa nodded and returned to the van, while the group headed to one of the available tents.

Soothing Up

They got to the tent, which was white with a couple of beige stripes. On the inside, there was a folding bed and a couple of plastic cabinets.

"This will do, Chris, lie down there," Monica gestured for him, and he did as he was told.

In no time, Chris was face down on a massage table. Expert hands gently touched him. He couldn't think of a single bad thought. The cream they smeared on his back was soothing and relaxing, to the point where he fell asleep in no more than two minutes.

Soon, the male began snoring. "Alright, he is ready!" Jane said, glancing at Hailey, who turned her back to retrieve the big box Lisa had bought. Meanwhile, Jane took the male's swimming trunks off him.

Hailey got the box, noticed the plain cardboard box, partially open, revealing the weirdly colored stuff, which was eerily close to her and Chris's skin tones. "Are we really doing this?"

"You said this twerp needed a lesson." Jane insisted, reaching for the box.

"Yeah, but to have him wear this thing?" Hailey nodded to the box, which supposedly contained some experimental product she didn't know much about.

"What the hell, Haily, do you want to do that or not?"

"It is the same procedure for Kap House. This is safe, I swear," Lisa said in a comforting tone.

"I don't know." Hailey still held firmly, feeling her friend gently touch her fingers.

"It is just a prototype, but it works nicely. We wore some pieces of the suit before." Jane added with reassurance.

"Well." Hailey allowed her older friend to take the box.

"All the guys that go through with this turn out better, you want him to learn his lesson or not?" she questioned, a final tone in her voice as she placed it beside the

"I do!" Hailey envisioned if her brother would then learn something good, she imagined if she could brag to her mother about how she corrected her older brother into being a proper man, of course, she didn't know what to think about telling her mother that she would first transform her brother into the his own version of a gorgeous woman, such form that he would surely be enthralled and likely to ogle in his state.

"Good!" she nodded and opened the box, retrieving from it what looked like a flabby headless body, diligently adorned with realistic feminine features, or overly done with fake curves that genes rarely could provide.

"It looks real."

Jane smiled mischievously at her friend, "Hey, get used to this, I'm sure you will do this to somebody next summer!" She winked and giggled.

"Oh my god," Hailey giggled too at the prospect of joining the sorority and being around when they pulled some hazing pranks. Her mouth remained open in a smile.

"Stop gawking, let's put the legs in first, then we pull him."

Together, they pulled the suit open from the neck. It had hidden seams that Jane used to expand the opening. Hailey noticed the insides had a slight glint, almost shiny.

"What is it inside this thing?"

"Oh, that? We just store them moisturized," came the nonchalant answer.

"Hum," Hailey accepted, still her friend began to explain it all.

"Just to keep it from rotting or something. Oh, let me apply some more, it's better to be safe than sorry." Jane got a small spray bottle from the box and sprayed Chris' legs just before they began pulling the suit over them. They pulled it to his knees. Jane guided the younger woman on how to put on the tight suit properly. When they reached the thighs, there was more spraying, as well as when they got to the rear and groin area. Jane handled the male's bits by pulling them into a sleeve, right after she sprayed them a little.

"What is that sticking out the butt?" Hailey pointed at a short, cylindrical hollow tube-like sleeve protruding from the large, life-like round derriere form.

"Something for later, we will need lube for that. Let's just wait for the suit to settle." Monica explained now

"Settle?" Haily inquired, curious about the weird process.

"Oh, just a way of saying it." Jane couldn't avoid a suspicious gaze from Hailey, "Let's do the arms before he wakes up, then we worry about the chest."

They struggle with his body weight. Hailey is glad that Chris seems so out. She had already stopped second-guessing herself and pushed forward with the plan. She glanced at Jane and noticed the curvy woman had a mischievous grin on each step.

Jane focuses on ensuring the hands and arms are secured. She sprays them twice before securing everything and pulling the bodysuit, covering more and more of Chris's body.

"Ok, now we will begin the chest, and then we put his ass up again so I can close this thing" Jane instructed, receiving a nod from Hailey.

Jane proceeds to use a lot of spray on the chest area, stopping suddenly due to Chris's face showing discomfort. Both young women looked at each other, waiting, but Chris went back to a relaxed face. They position the breasts and shoulders on him and struggle to turn him around again. Chris, still sleeping, began to grumble a little.

"I gotta be quick, he might wake up" Jane quickly got up on the table, straddling Chris' hump, her hands went to the suit and began closing it. Hailey watched with interest as her friend got the strings in the suit, pulled them, mustering as much strength as she could, and quickly tied the strings, finally sealing the suit. She looked at Hailey and barked an order, "Go get the lube!"

Lisa turned around and got it from one of the cabinets. When she turned back again, Jane was off the table. Hailey's brother's new voluptuous body was moving a little., She saw Monica spraying the seam on the back of the suit, and after that, the seam was almost invisible.

"Here's the lube!" She handed it to Jane.

"Great!" Jane got the nozzle and pushed as much lube as she could into the tube jutting out of the big round cheeks on Hailey's brother. As she thought it had had enough, she forcefully pushed the tube into the big cheeks, folding the tube inside and pushing it into Chris' lubed up hole.

"Waaaooouch!" Chrish yelped and struggled immediately, and a wet popping sound echoed as Jane removed her finger. "What the fuck! I can't breathe!". He struggled and turned around, noticing first how he had a new layer over his body, holding him tight, them he saw the wiggling weights on his chest "What the fuck! Breasts?" his voice came out raspier, his hands shot up to hold the twin globes, them he noticed the touch felt like he wore gloves, he began checking his body all over.

Hailey began laughing, this stunt was all that she needed from the start to get her horny brother to learn a lesson, just an intense shock to make him see what it feels like to have a curvy body.

She glanced at Jane, who had been one of the women to suffer the most from Chris' wandering eyes and low comments.

Jane had a mischievous smile on her face. "Welcome back to the land of the awake."

"What the fuck you bitches done to me?" he yelled angrily as he scanned the room, as the four women around him.

"Eh? Nothing much, just a little intensive empathy," Monica stated, clearly enjoying the male's outburst.

Chris didn't pay attention to what was said, he simply began tugging and pulling on whatever bits of suit, feeling it pull his skin underneat "What the fuck is this shit? Get me out of this!" Even then, he felt it. He was stuck, and judging by the grins from the women around him, it wasn't going to happen.

"Nope." Jane had a satisfied expression as she observed Chris's reactions, her smile

"Yeah, Chris, you need a lesson. We ain't getting you out of the suit until we notice you're okay again." Hailey stated.

"What the fucking hell is this shit!" he yelled again as he tugged what he felt where gloves.

"Like you don't know what you've done!" Monica

"C'mon now, you get to be curvy, it is what you like the most on women," Lisa said playfully.

"What, is this about me coming to Janie here?" His question made Jane's eyes roll. He immediately began pulling on what he felt were gloves on his hands, thinking maybe he needed to loosen the suit from the extremities or something. Chris immediately felt his skin being pulled alongside the gloves, which he thought could be due to a lack of air on the inside, so his hands moved up to his neck, where he persistently failed to find a seam to pull the suit off.

"Calling my ass so phat you'd marry it?" Jane spat back at him.

"Hey, it was a compliment!" he replied while he now pulled on the chest, only to feel again his skin being pulled alongside the suit at each of his tugs.

"It is objectification!" Hailey exclaimed

"What? I never said it looked fake or anything!" and he sounded as if he believed what he said had no chance of offending anyone.

"Well, yours looks just as real now!" Monica pointed at his behind, while Chris still had his hands tugging on the breasts.

"What?" he dumbly looked over his shoulder, down his back, and finally noticed he had a round rear that jutted way out from his lower back, curvy and eye-catching in its perky round shape. "What, the fuck!" he went over to grab it, even though he couldn't feel it with his touch. He could, however, assess the mix of firm and soft material, and its consistency and realistic look made his brain short-circuit for a second. He stood there, dumbfounded, bouncing his new butt with his hands, unable to believe it was his.

"Nice, you like it!" Jane said, seeing the male so engrossed with his new asset, Hailey giggled at her friend's comment.

Chris glared at the girls "Ok, what the fuck is this?" he felt the wobbling fake derriere on his hands, bouncing it up and down on his hand, his mouth open and his eyes wide with incredulity.

The girls laugh until Hailey explains to her brother, "You need some empathy, that's all."

"What?" he asks, only for the girls to grin again.

"We will walk down the beach a little bit and see what happens from there."

"But I'm naked," he looked down at the big breasts on his chest, "At least, I look naked!"

"Not to worry!" Hailey turned around, she got a small bag from one of the cabinets, she extracted its contents, and presented them to her brother.

Chris saw a tiny amalgamation of pink. He looked at the strings and the small triangles, which seemed white on the inside. "That is not helpful!"

"Hey! Now you won't be naked! C'mon, let's get going!" Monica smiled..

"I'm not going anywhere like this!" Chris barked.

"You can either put the bikini on, or wait until the hourly lease is up," Monica warned him, which immediately had Chris dreading being thrown out of the tent, in his new voluptuous and attention-grabbing form, presented as a naked woman on a beach.

"Fuck!"

"You will be thrown out!" Jane crossed her arms and waited. Chris had already pictured it, but now it felt like a real possibility.

Chris helplessly looked from his sister to her friends, the first still held the pink bikini for him, the latter began tapping her foot, impatience getting to her.

"They wouldn't throw me out like this!"

"Well, they would still arrest you!" Hailey warned, "Public indecency, you know."

Chris's mouth opened wide. "I will tell them what you did!" He exclaimed when he found a solution, to plead for his innocence.

"Look here, you idiot, I used a very special glue, there are no seams!" Jane pointed at a mirror in the tent. Chris quickly waddled to it, ready to call her on her bluff.

Only to discover it wasn't a bluff at all. There were no seams, the only reason anyone would believe he was not a curvy woman was if he had met somebody he knew before, and even then, the hellish body suit was way too convincing at emulating an overdone feminine body, equivalent to many women on social media.

Still, his face was masculine enough, he thought.

"They will see I'm a man!" he tried to convince them, his voice lacking conviction and failing into a higher pitch.

"Oh brother, nobody is going to believe you," Hailey said, mocking his desperation.

"And even if they did, what about the humiliation?" Jane approached from a different angle. "What will you say to your friends? To your parents? Heck, if you go around saying shit like that, they might put you on the news!" she exaggerated, gesturing with her arms to both sides.

Chris's eyes visibly lost hope on hearing this.

"There will be so many short videos about a weird guy who dressed up in a body suit and went on a rampage, lying about not wanting it." Monica was barely able to finish as she laughed at the situation that her friend's brother was in.

"But, you're the ones lying." Chris's resolve was clearly crumbling, even in his voice.

"Oh my, imagine if Chrissy here ends up turning into a model!" Lisa proposed, amping up the laughter from Monica.

"Who is going to believe that some women overpowered you and forced you into a suit?" Jane asked.

"You tricked me!"

"Then you will be seen as the fool you are!" Jane spat out, savoring how Chris seemingly shrank, as he couldn't muster any courage to go on with his plan.

He turned his lost gaze to the womanly reflection once again, and said, "People will recognize me." he finally said, "What is the point of going with your stupid plan anyway?"

"We will do your makeup if you dress up on this." Hailey presented the bikini again. The flimsy fabric dangled on her finger by its strings. As he took a while to decide, she began swinging it back and forth.

"What do I get if I go with this bullshit?" he asked, but sounded as if he was imploring.

"You get to look fabulous!" Lisa exclaimed, her eyes shining with sudden energy.

"You will learn a lesson!" Hailey said dryly

"C'mon, do you have any options here?" Monica inquired of him.

Chris gazed at each woman for a short while, his defeat weighing down on him like an impending doom.

"Tell you what." Jane got his attention. "At the end of the day, you get free from the suit, I've got the mix for the solvent."

Chris pondered his options for one last time and weakly nodded his head.

That sealed his fate. He looked deep into Jane's eyes, and she seemed way too serious for this to be a simple prank. Next, he considered his sister. She surely seemed mad ever since they went on this trip. Chris wondered if it had been a good idea to come along with his sister's future sorority sisters, as the last two of them were already retrieving items, both agitated and animated.

Lisa already had a makeup kit ready, and Chris dreaded his future looks.

Monica had scissors. "Your hair just needs quick work. Don't worry," she playfully winked at him.

"Yes, nobody will recognize you, after we're done!" Lisa said, although her phrase would have made Chris bolt to the sands outside, her tone was too amicable to fight.

Eventually, Chris decided it was best to do as the women said, "Fine." And the next step in his transformation began.

Beach Leisure Shenanigans

Chris's face was ready to tear up with the current notion he had about his appearance. Even if he couldn't sense the fake skin of the bodysuit, the wobble from his fake feminine assets was enough to remind him that he now had all the exact features he'd love to find in a woman on his bed.

His face had been made up, Hailey and Lisa explained to him that "If you're feminine enough, nobody will find out!", they explained as they applied layer upon layer of foundation, with Lisa applying some products over his face, explaining that it was a "It's a sealant, to make his skin tone match."

Of course, the girls didn't stop there. They also applied lipstick with plumper and lip gloss, again with the sealant effect. "To make sure you don't smudge cups and stuff," Lisa had explained.

They also did his eyebrows, thinning them up into feminine, defined arcs. "You will be a girly girl after this," Monica said with a mischievous smile.

They styled his hair so that he could walk around with them, without calling attention, at least, not the kind of attention that a young man would attract if he were spotted being a male with a bimbo body, since girls where meticulous in their process, to a point where Chris looked like a regular woman. Chris's original messy shoulder-length hair had been transformed into a mid-bob cut. Since his hair was already blonde, they decided to keep the color natural.

Next, they dressed up his new curves into an almost too small bikini, one that Chris would appreciate looking at, as he did enjoy the view in the mirror, so much so that he discovered his manhood didn't had much space in its snug pocket in the suit "to make things safe" Jane explained, this time to a laughing Hailey, who seemed to appreciate her brother's current suffering a bit too much.

Even so, Chris reluctantly walked with them, feeling like he still had to somehow cover his face from all the attention he noticed, from men and women, although the latter mostly had scorn on their faces.

From the men, it was a different story, cat calls, whistles, and corny comments accompanied them as the punished horny dog was paraded as a seemingly curvy oversexed bimbo, with curves that made Jane look modest in comparison, even more so if you compared her swimsuit to Chris's string bikini, that required any person wearing shades to look closely before they concluded that the blond bimbo was parading her naked body..

"Hey babe, do you need sunscreen?" a muscle bound jock asked Chris, whose simple desperate head shake was enough to cast another laughing spell on his sister and her friends.

"You should thank the good man, Chrissy!" Hailey teased him.

"Thank you, but no!" he said in what he hoped was a completely feminine voice. If the guy suspected anything, he didn't show, as even the dark shades did nothing to hide how he ogled Chris's round, bouncy rear, to which the man said "Smash."

Chris decided not to look back again, since confirming he was being ogled did nothing to reduce his current humiliation.

"Didn't I have enough already?" the feminized young man asked his tormentors.

"We barely started these lessons," Hailey responded with her ever-present mischievous grin.

"But I got it!" Chris whined again, keeping his voice as feminine as he could.

"If you got it, as you said, then we could leave you alone to fend for yourself, eh?" Monica asked, her eyes glinting with the idea.

"Not like that, but I got it," Chris responded, on some part, still doubting they would leave him there. Still, he believed he should behave as if he had learned this lesson, but the girls insisted on teaching him.

"You got it, huh?" Jane inquired, which got a desperate affirming nod from Chris.

"So you're saying you don't need to feel more of what this woman had been through because of your antics?" Hailey asked her brother as she gestured toward Jane.

"I doubt it. He never said he was sorry." Jane crossed her arms.

"I'm terribly sorry, Jane, I didn't mean to cause you discomfort on any level," he said with difficulty, not used to the overly plump lips he now sported.

"Hmm, I don't know, let's see how you behave," Jane replied, then she looked at the other girls. "What do you say, Monica?"

"I say we keep him like this, I think he actually likes being curvy!" Her comment gets giggles from Lisa.

"What about you, Lisa?" Jane turned to the other woman.

"Let's have Chrissy enjoy this day as a woman first, then we can think about it!" and they all agreed instantly.

Monica, gauging Chris's reactions, predicted he would try to escape it. "Don't say anything, or we will actually leave you here, alone!" Monica nodded in the direction of the last guy, who had proposed to help Chris with sunscreen. That notion made Chris shiver in cringe.

"Aww." Chris's gaze was cast to his feet again in defeat.

"Oh, our new girl here might be thirsty, right?" Jane asked.

"Oh, there is a kiosk right there!" Hailey pointed out, much to Chris' dismay, the place had many more men than women.

He thought about dragging his feet, or maybe simply not following his tormentors. He waited for just a couple of minutes, until another discomfort from the body suit hit him: heat.

His mouth dry, he blinked once and twice, noticing how the crowd gazed at Jane's form as she passed through to find a seat. Chris looked down at his body, and the red bikini he wore stretched taut over his considerable chest.

"Hey there, babe. Buy you a drink?" a tall guy asked him, immediately holding Chris by his arm and bringing him to a table. The feminized guy noticed a slight tilt to this man's walk.

"I, uh," he didn't know what to say, he looked around and couldn't find any of his tormentors.

The man buying him a drink had an easy-going smile, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses, as he brought in a fruity drink from the place. By the sound of the guy's voice, he was drunk.

"Thank you," he said in his feminine tone of choice. For some reason, the man seemed enthralled by Chris after that.

He sipped on the drink, the ice-cold liquid contrasting with the heat he had been feeling from the sun and sand, refreshing his insides so much that he didn't care about the alcohol punching him.

Chris was about to thank his current saviour, until said savior decided to sit right next to Chris, drape his arm around him, and pull him into a kiss.

He immediately struggled, and he thanked his stars for the man being drunk. Otherwise, he doubted he would ever escape from some unwanted make-out session.

As he stumbled away from the drunk man, he was met with giggles and laughs. The four girls had watched all that happened, and Chris wished for the sand to swallow him.

"Oh my, looks like she is begging to understand what we go through!" Jane exclaimed with some satisfaction. Monica and Lisa exchanged a quick glance, and Hailey just crossed her arms.

"I'd never force myself into anyone," he said, casting a glance at the drunk man, who was talking to another woman already.

"Can you confirm that you don't do this while drunk?" Jane asked with intensity in her eyes.

"I, ah." Chris's eyes darted around for half a second. "I'm sure!" he said to them.

Jane scorned him, "Really?" She looked at Hailey, "Why don't you get us a table?" and as soon as Hailey turned, Jane winked at Monica and Lisa.

When the younger woman was far enough, Jane proceeded to get her phone from her tiny purse, her fingers quickly getting to a video and presenting it to Chris.

He could clearly hear his own voice on the video "C'mon phat ass slut, what you gonna do?"

"Stop this, c'mon Chris"

"I'm never letting go of this ass, this shit is crazy!" his video self held and handled her twin globes, Jane looked disgusted on the video.

"Chris, let me go, now," came the voice from Jane in the video, her face frightened.

"C'mon Jane" in the video, Chris proceeded not just to fondle and squeeze the young woman's ass, his lips forcefully smashed against hers, the video cut after another struggle and a slap.

As the video ended, Chris' bimbofied face just muttered "Fuck..." he looked at Jane, deep into her eyes and saw the ire burning from her soul. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, you will be!" she spat back at him.

Just them, Hailey waved at them again. Chris looked at Jane, "I got it, I'm really sorry." Meanwhile, his sister called both of them, as Monica and Lisa had already gotten to the table.

"Take your punishment, then you say if you're sorry," Jane whispered to Chris.

"I am," Chris mumbled weakly.

"Your sister is waiting!" Jane simply turned around, and on a very rare occasion, Chris's eyes were not immediately drawn to her voluptuous backside.

The feminized man changed his mind there. He was super into Jane, she had a curvy, bimbo body, but with brains. He wanted that woman, maybe going with this weird situation, taking it like a man, was exactly what he needed to win her heart over.

They got to the table, a simple plastic one, as were the white chairs they had there. Chris sat, his gaze cast down in shame.

"So, what are we doing next?" Hailey asked Jane, taking her brother's demeanor as a result of his current humiliating situation.

"Ice cream!" Lisa exclaimed, her joyful energy changing the mood around. Chris would sneak glances towards Jane, gauge her reaction.

"I'm gonna make the order," Lisa added with an eyebrow waggle.

The ice creams arrived, and the four girls got diet creams in cups with little spoons. However, what Chris got, on the other hand, was a popsicle, its cylindrical form adorned with rainbow colors for each layer.

"Fruits, quite refreshing, right Chris?" Lisa asked the feminized guy. The girls giggled at that.

"C'mon, Chrissy, give it a taste." Monica looked at him, her eyes fixated on his plump lips.

Remembering the short video from Jane's phone, he decided to entertain them and bought the suggestive phallic cold sweet to his lips. It tasted good, very fruity, and each color had a different note of flavor.

"We should totally take photos with Chrissy!" came a playful suggestion from the tormenting sister.

A flash got to him before the feminized young man could say anything: "Taste the rainbow!" Lisa exclaimed, getting laughs from everyone at the table, except Chris, of course.

"We should post that!" Monica said as she looked at the photo.

"No!" Chris looked at each grinning girl, "C'mon!"

"Hmm, not sure, you look great in here." Lisa presented the picture to him, his face looking like a professional cock teaser.

"Better behave if you don't want to be tagged, Chrissy!" Monica threatened.

"Damn" he muttered.

"Keep sucking, Chrissy," Hailey dared him.

Without thinking much more, and considering the increased blackmail material the girls had on him, Chris was motivated enough to keep on savouring the colorful, cold, sweet that they'd given him.

"Chris, the rainbow has many colors, try to get more of it in your mouth."

"Let's make it interesting, if you don't get to green, we will post the photo!" Jane issued the challenge.

"Heck, if you can't get to cyan, I'm tagging you to the photo!" Monica added with a grin.

This suggestion caused all sorts of scenários to run through Hailye's brother's mind. He couldn't believe that he was THAT much different in his current feminine guise. Which would mean lots of questions from his friends, including the few women whom he had any sort of chance of developing any relationship with, his so-called 'backup plans' in case he couldn't woo his current interest, which happened to be the curvy woman who sat beside him right now, Jane.

"No, c'mon"

"Less talking, more sucking!" the command came, accompanied by more giggles all around.

"Shit!" Once again, he felt too much pressure, closed his eyes, and began licking and sucking on the popsicle. Now, he barely savored it as the cold rubbed on his lips and tongue, in and out. He got the right rhythm and hoped he was getting enough of it onto his mouth.

When he finally opened his eyes, Chris noticed that the girls were filming his performance, and all of them were holding their reactions, their mouths sealed shut. Hailey even bit her tongue in order to keep from bursting into laughter.

"My god, you're really good at that," Lisa added with a smile, her tone an explicit encouragement.

"Chris, you should consider becoming an actress." Monica teased him, to more giggles.

Before he could come back with a response, Chris noticed a semi-crowd of spectators, people who had happened to be around while he had been shoving the popsicle into his mouth.

"He got almost all seven colors, without gagging, this CAN'T be his first time!" Jane finished with another jab. "Who said you could stop sucking, though?"

"Oh, c'mon, I did it already."

"Hmm, no, see if you like mine here," and Jane proceeded to scoop a little bit of her diet ice cream onto the little spoon, quickly making it run down the shiny rainbow popsicle on Chris's hand. The visual innuendo made the sparse crowd laugh alongside the girls.

"Go, Chrissy, go!" Lisa cheered, and soon everybody else joined in the chant.

Among the cheers and laughs, Chris looked at Jane one last time, finally deciding to open his plump lips and taste the rainbow once again.

Eventually, the top layers melted, and Chris was just chewing it piece by piece, to which point the girls stopped recording his sexy performance.

"Let's get a bigger one, I bet Chrissy would love a chocolate popsicle next," Hailey said in a teasing tone.

Before Chris could even protest against the idea, a muscle-bound, tall, and dark young man approached their table. "Hey girls, we're in the middle of a game right over there, do you want to come in?" The question came with the million-dollar smile.

Chris looked at the guy. He couldn't believe it, a prime example of a 'Chad' had wildly appeared. On that day, so far, he had been feeling generally emasculated, with the whole thing about looking like he had curves that were more pronounced and daring than those of his crush. But to sit beside her and watch as the lamest possible pickup line actually worked, that was even more crushing to his balls than the tight crotch area of the suit.

"Of course we'd play!" Hailey said, her demeanor instantly interested in the newcomer.

"But, I -" Chris tried, but Jane was quicker.

"Oh, don't mind Chrissy, she is terribly shy!" Jane intervened. "She thought she was fat, because of her endowments, you know," she said the latter in a conspiratorial tone with the tall man.

"Let's go!" Hailey, infused with her interest, went up first, walking towards the group of guys setting up a net.

Lisa and Monica followed suit.

The feminized male, on the other hand, didn't want to get up so soon. However, all it took for Chris to be convinced was one slightly serious look from Jane when she turned around to confirm if he would follow or not.

Walking on the beach before had been weird. Right now, when there were four men blatantly ogling his wobbly curves, it was shameful, even worse, almost all of them had already made him look like less of a man by comparison, even if he could get out of the tormenting fake femininity that he was currently imprisoned in.

Still though, desperation to see his torment done pushed Chris to agree and do his best at just playing some silly beach volleyball, he used to be good at it, so maybe not only would Jane see him as being able to take his torment, but also show her he was just as good as these taller, muscular guys that were flirting with her.

Of course, that was only easy on Chris's imagination, as soon as he had to jump to block the ball, and he landed on the wrong foot, he was about to fall down when one of the guys from his team held a pulled him, the strong arms maneuvering him as if he didn't weight a feather. "You alright there?"

"Yeah, thanks," Chris mumbled, using the feminine tone he had to adopt. Due to the suit, Chris didn't notice the guy's hand slightly grazed against his fake butt.

The continued, the other team eventually had to serve, and Chris thought that this was his time to shine, to show off he was able to play, he got in position to pass, and he discovered how much the voluptuous breasts came in the way, so he needed to change his usual posture to one he was not used to, which got the ball going backwards and out.

Luckily, it didn't hit anyone. "Hey girl, you shot it out, you get it!" one of the men said.

"Yeah, go get it, Chrissy!" Hailey said with energy.

Shenanigans Continue

As his bimbo body walked to look for the ball, he couldn't help but think that all the guys were looking at his improved rear at the moment, which made him cringe again.

It got worse when he got closer to the ball. Two young men seemed interested in his looks. They jogged and got the ball first. One of them held it in a single hand, as if to deliver it to Chris.

"Thanks!" he said in his feminine voice, just to see the guy pulling the ball over his head. Chris, being shorter, didn't manage to get the ball in time and stepped forward, towards the tanned young man.

"I mean, it is only fair if I get something for it!"

"I don't have anything on me." the feminized male instantly cursed himself for not being clever to pull a trick on this jock in front of him.

"You could give me your phone number!"

"Oh, well, I didn't have my phone on me..." Chris looked back, ready to ask for help from his sister and her friends, but they were enjoying themselves with the volleyball players.

"Why don't you come play with us?" Chris tried, he thought that uniting this muscle jock with the others would somehow be safer than to be left alone to fend for himself.

"Nah, too many guys in there!"

Chris stood quiet, looking at the smirk that formed on this guy's face. Smug and confident, he initiated his request: "I want a kiss from you, babe."

"WHAT?" Chris said out loud, "Ahem! What?" he repeated in his feminine voice.

"Well, guess you could. I won't return this beautiful volleyball to a certain gorgeous lady then."

Chris looked back again, now really desperate to get some help, this time, the girls were looking in his direction, but they didn't seem any more inclined to help him than they were basking in his disgrace as he seemed lost on how to use his feminine appearance to get what he wanted.

"C'mon, Chrissy!" Jane yelled at him.

"Chrissy, eh? Nice name, I'm Josh!" the jock in front of him said in his confident tone. He then lowered his face to meet the plumped, shiny lips that Chris now presented.

Our feminized male dodged the kiss right at the last moment, his heart rushing with adrenaline.

"Hey, Chrissy, you should do something to help the guy out!" Monica said from his back, she had been watching the scene as she walked closer.

Even with squinted eyes, the dark-haired woman had her mischievous grin about her.

"I'm not kissing him!"

"What about sunscreen?"

Josh looked at Monica, then at Chrissy, and said, "I could use a good coating before my surf."

"What?"

"I'm a surfer, my friends and I were about to practice a little."

"Oh my, Chrissy here would love to have classes with you guys!"

Chris turned around to face Monica, his face in disbelief.

"Chrissy, you know you're the odd one out on the game, at least this way you would have fun." Her compassionate tone felt like complete mockery to Chris, who didn't know how to react.

"Seems fair, here, babe, catch this bottle." Josh picked up a sunscreen bottle and threw it to Chris, who was surprised to find the bottle lodging itself right in between his jiggling breasts.

"Hey, I didn't agree," he said, but Monica already had the ball with her. She looked at Chris with a smug grin.

"C'mon, just help him out a little."

"But"

"Ooh, guess I will have to upload some videos," she said, reaching for her phone.

"Okay, alright!" Chris said, exasperated, retrieving the bottle from the depths of his cleavage. He opened the bottle and got ready to smear it on the surfer guy.

When his eyes noticed the jock in front of him who had just took off his shorts, Chris did a double take, "What the fuck?" he blinked, not believing his eyes.

"What? I look good in it, don't I?" Josh asked as he kicked the shorts on his feet out of the way.

Monica had her mouth agape, and now she reached for her phone. The most evil idea was forming in her mind. "Go on with him, or I will show Josh how well you can use that mouth."

Chris focused on her, desperation kicking in as he imagined what could happen if a much bigger, stronger man wanted to do to him what he had done to Jane on the video, worse yet, what would that guy want to do if Chris said he was a man?

Chris ultimately gave up and turned back to the guy, facing the giant of a man with bulging muscles, wearing tiny, shiny blue briefs, which contained an ever more threatening humongous bulge.

If that was not enough, knowing that he was about to touch a man was already too much, but the guy was rippled with muscle mass. To Chris, it seemed like this guy's abs had abs of their own.

"Go on!" Monica commanded.

And so he did, smearing his hands in sunscreen and trying not to look as he began rubbing and unknowingly massaging it into the jock's light tanned skin. Unfortunately, his sense of touch was limited to his face, and the general tugging or the jutting weight of the assets on his skin. That meant Chris's hands couldn't properly feel how he was touching the guy, only to perceive the firmness, which resulted in Chris unknowingly giving the surfer a massage, right there to Monica's and her phone's delight, as she filmed it all.

"Damn, babe, you're great at this" Josh told the blonde bimbo who was giving him one of the best massages he could get alongside his sunscreen.

"Thanks, Chris replied shyly, and he averted his eyes again as he saw the feminine hand touching the male's chest and abdomen.

"Chrissy, do his back now".

"Oh, yeah, please!" the jock turned around, giving Chris even more reasons to feel inferior, the guy in front of him didn't skip any muscles. Worse yet, as the feminized male began smearing the sunscreen on Josh's broad back and shoulders, his unintended massage got slight grunts of approval from the masculine man.

Not much time later, Chris exclaimed, "All done." He was happy to end his ordeal, only to look at Monica and see her grin seemingly double in size.

"What about his legs, Chrissy?" Her eyes vibrated with anticipation, a fire that made the feminized male shiver.

Obedient and thinking that his torment would end as soon as he was done with this humiliation, so Chris got down on his knees began massaging the muscled legs, having to touch the mans behind and tights with the same technique he had used before, to which Josh exclaimed "You've got talent, babes, you could be my masseuse anytime."

"Alright, done!" said the blonde bimbofied male as he tried to get up from his knees.

"Ah-ah!" Monica rushed in and held Chris before he could get up. "Do his front now," the dark-haired woman said now, her voice nearly slurping with drool as she envisioned what was about to happen.

Josh turned around, the world following his movement as if in slow motion. Chris felt it, the tap on the shoulder as he felt the next punch on his gut, as no other emasculation had been as intense as being on his knees, in front of a tiny blue briefs that contained what seemed to be the biggest male endowment he had ever seen in his life.

Chris wanted to puke, from his front row seat, he could see that the trouser snake wants contained in the fabric at all, the flimsy material allowed the sides of the thick cock to be visible, even if it was held to the Jock's left leg.

"Go on, Chrissy." Monica had her phone close to the action, spending a long, full minute showcasing all of Josh's huge package. The Jock chuckled at her for doing this, his eyes cast down to gaze at Chris, who looked so helpless near him.

Sure, gazing down at such a sexy woman on her knees had an effect on the surfer, whose cock began stirring further, making the briefs stretch taut as the dick fought to point straight ahead in front of him, that is, it would be pointing at the sexy blonde and her fuckable dick-sucking lips.

Chris gulped and looked at Monica, silently pleading to be let out of his current predicament. He slowly shook his head no, and Monica slowly and sadistically nodded yes, her grin maniacal at this point.

Chris bit his lower lip, as to hold back a frustrated scream, and began massaging the Jock's legs on their front. Up and down his hand went, his movements caused the suit's voluminous breasts to brush off on Josh, and time and again his face loomed ever closer to the meat club that wanted to greet him. He licked his lips in nervousness.

As fast as he could, he finished with the front legs, his eyes again pleading with Monica as he now begged, "Done?"

She took more time breathing deeply as she said, "No." Monica's smile could only be described as something the devil himself would be able to do.

"How come?" Chris asked, his falsetto voice much closer to a whisper due to the weight of his desperation.

"Don't you see that his skin is exposed, right around here?" Monica took her hand from Chris' shoulder to point out at the jock's skin, that the tiny briefs would cover if his rigid member was not pulling the shiny material away from his body.

"Please, I shouldn't." Chris wished very hard for the sands of the beach to swallow him, or for a whale to arrive right there and swallow him. He even prayed that an Eldritch god would wake from the depths of the ocean, just so he could face that sort of crazy situation than his current crazy situation, which involved getting even more familiar with a huge cock that made him feel like he had a severe case of micro manhood.

"Don't be shy now, babes," Josh said to Chris. "You're doing great, I will tell you what, if you do this, I'm gonna give you a massage and then we can go surfing, just me and you"

" I-I don't really want any-"

"Pshaw," Monica interrupted Chris with a slight slap, which once again brought his face dangerously close to the behemoth, so much that he nearly screamed, stopping just an inch with his mouth open wide in shock. "You're really not helping yourself there, Chirssy."

"Oh, don't worry, that happens very often with me," Josh chuckled, which caused his member to twitch and Chris to jerk away, afraid of the dick's sudden movement as if he was taking care of a venomous snake in a lab.

"I didn't."

"Didn't think you'd find one like this, eh?" Josh interrupted the blonde bimbo, "Don't worry, babes, it is ok to admire."

"No, I..."

"Chrissy, go ahead and help him with the sunscreen already!" Monica interrupted him before he could say anything else. This time, she just threatened to push Chris's head into the crotch of the man in front of him, "Go on."

Chris opted not to say anything else, too afraid of what Monica could do. He decided to go with the same strategy from before, to close his eyes and trust his hands, it was not like he could feel anything he'd touch anyway.

To Monica and her phone, it was exactly what she hoped for, she was able to capture Hailey's feminized brother as his hand smeared that white paste all around the briefs, his fingers grazed against the giant dick in there, she couldn't help herself but giggle evilly.

"So you went here to retrieve a volleyball, and you decided that it was more fun to get a boyfriend." Hailey's voice sounded from behind Chris.

Chris opened his eyes in shock at hearing his sister call him out. He turned around to look beyond Monica and saw his sister, her friends, and the guys from the volleyball game right there, all of them watching as he ran his finger inside tiny briefs.

"Shit"

"No, no, don't stop on our account, I'm very happy that such a shy girl is having so much fun!" Lisa began, doing nothing

"Who would have known our friend would find love on the beach?" Hailey added.

"We will just get the ball and Monica, and allow you to go back to your new date."

"He is not my date!" Chris exclaimed.

"You're surely making it seem like way over third base!"

"All that and she just met him, can you believe it?" Monica laughed evilly.

"Hmm, we should go back to our game," Hailey said, now looking back at the cute guys that she wanted to keep having fun with. A part of her was also worried about their reactions to seeing the slut on her knees.

"Wait, let me go with you, please!" Chris begged, well, his desperate voice and him being on his knees made his request sound like begging.

"You know, maybe we should get some sunscreen toooo," Chad said, and the other guys from the game kind of agreed.

Hailey shot her brother with an angry red eye. "I think she is busy enough, guys."

Monica sensed the anger in Hailey's tone and promptly said, "She was about to go surfing. You guys can't use her."

"Mine still has to dry a little bit," Josh added, "I'm sure babes here would be ok about helping out some others." Chris looked at him as if he couldn't understand what was going through this guy's head.

"No, we can help them with that, you just enjoy your date!" Jane added, and she hugged Chad's large arm, giving Hailey a quick, reassuring glance.

Hailey seemed to calm down with this new idea, "You should help her, they're going to surf or something."

"We could go sur- Ouch." Chad was interrupted by a sudden jab from Jane, who looked at him."Sorry, babe."

Monica looked back at the group, then at the feminized male that she was having so much fun torturing, then back again at Hailey.

"Josh, take care of Chris., We will come back after a couple more games."

"Nice", he replied, resting one of his large hands on the blonde's head.

The girls left Chris alone with the surfer jock and went back playing with the other men.

Not much longer, and Josh had arranged a beach towel and got Chris there to lie down and be massaged by him.

"Weird how the cream seems very thick, eh?" Josh said when he noticed the sunscreen never properly set on the blondes soft skin, even so, Josh didn't wait longer to run his hands all over the bimbo body, groping and massaging it, to Chris, the massage felt good, that is if you'd ignore the skin tugs that the glued body suit would cause. Which turned for the worse when the muscled Jock giving him the all stars massage decided to focus on his bimbo level round ass.

Chris gulped as he could never be sure where Josh's fingers would be, at least when they were just rubbing lightly on his skin. He noticed that even if they were playing, either Monica or Jane would look at him from time to time, likely checking in if he was being a good date to Josh, and enjoying his current state, as both would sport smirks and giggles.

Lucky for Chris, the surfer jock eventually got tired of the whole endless sunscreen rubbing as he stated "Hey babe, i don't want my hands to get too tired"

"Oh, right".

"Why don't we go surfing?"

"What? No, no need."

"Right, you can just lie down then, I will be right back." Josh strode away.

Going for a Swim

Chris felt like just lying down for a while, waiting and pondering on what to do next. He couldn't just bolt back to the beach house, as he didn't have his keys, wallet, or anything. He looked back at the girls, who had stopped playing and seemed to be busy talking to the guys. Once again, Chris's eyes focused on Jane, the stinging pain of jealousy hitting him as he helplessly watched a much taller guy speak with his crush. She smiled at the guy, clearly enjoying the attention and likely imagining going somewhere private.

Worse, Chris had been massaged by an equally tall and confident man right in front of his crush. What did she think of him?

Did she believe he was being honest in taking his punishment? Or did she think he was just a pathetic man who deserved to be humiliated in such an emasculating way as to be the object of desire to a surfer?

While the feminized young man pondered these questions on his head, something that he had been ignoring so far became much more apparent, perhaps due to the lack of stimuli and the quiet time that he enjoyed for five minutes or so. The heat, the sun hitting his back. Chris began feeling as if he was baking inside the suit, his sweat building up on his face and dripping down his chin.

His mind even got back to thinking about the rainbow popsicle the girls had brought him, he would appreciate one of those now "Fuck." he muttered as he remembered the humiliating act. He had no money to buy one of those, which meant he would need to go to his tormentors and do god knows what to get to taste another humiliating refreshment.

Then he thought about the sea, and he could go for a dip in the ocean. Nobody could charge him for that!

And so he decided, he got up on his knees first, getting catcalled in the process, and then slowly stood up. He waddled to the water, feeling the jiggling suit pulling his balance away with the heat.

Still, the first steps onto the water showed him that it could work. It was way better to go deeper, though, or so he thought.

He deliberated and went to a point where his chest would be covered. He knew how to swim, so he was not afraid. And that was how he went, refreshing himself, letting waves crash and sweep on under them a couple times.

That is, until his feet weren't touching the ground anymore, then he swam, or more like struggled to swim. At first, Christ thought the suit worked like a diving suit, reducing the drag for his body, then he noticed that his assets sagged down instead of floating up on the water. Which meant he essentially was swimming with weights.

Desperation hit him. He couldn't just sweep under the waves anymore as he was actively trying to keep his head above water. Twice, he dunked down trying to find a better place for his feet, only to discover he was getting too far from the beach, and the sea floor was too deep now.

Chris thought he was about to watch the movie of his life, but that's when he heard the masculine voice.

"Hey, babes, that's too deep!"

It was Josh, oh, how Chris was relieved to hear somebody who could help him. Even before he could understand it, the muscle-bound surfer had him up in a colorful board, red and orange with some yellow bits. He kissed the plank, glad to be safe above water.

"Lie down on it," Josh issued the command, using a caring tone. Chris did as he was told, only to have the big surfer lie over him. The pressure of the fake breasts took the air out of his lungs, and he could feel the superior endowment touching him through the valley of his prosthetic ass cheeks. Had Josh repositioned himself, thinking about this? It surely seemed so, due to his legs forcing Chris's legs closed and to remain inside the large board.

"Can you take me to the shore?" Chris asked with deep humiliation, waves that hit him harder than the waves of the sea had.

"Sure, let's just enjoy this for a moment," the surfer responded. Making Chris wonder if he hadn't understood the request.

Feeling too weak and a little too afraid of trying to swim back, Chris did nothing as his saviour began hand paddling them around the water. They were kind of going in the direction of the shore, but Chris also feared they were going towards taller and heavier waves.

"Don't worry, babe, I got you!" Josh took them to the waves, and Chris feared for his life again when he noticed the sheer size of the forming wave.

"I was nearly drowning. And you want to take me to that?"

"You're fine, the fear of the sea can be battled by mastering it." Josh paddled away, his large arms on the water, which meant all of his weight pressed down on Chris against the board, yet again pushing the air out of the feminized man's lungs.

"Chin up, babe, you're getting a lift!" Josh said as the board was pulled in by a wave, they were getting to the top of it. It was way too high for Chris, who couldn't believe his senses.

The surfer got up, but pressed his hand on the blonde's bimbo back, holding the feminine form to the board as he maneuvered them into the wave. They were going into a tunnel.

Chris clenched his teeth and looked away for a moment, only to notice his sister and her friends far away, pointing at him.

"Fuck!" both males, masculine and feminized, yelled together, for entirely different reasons.

Chris yelled due to not having any experience with such a radical sport. For the first time that day, his heart pounded due to something other than humiliation. His masculine counterpart yelled because he noticed a flimsy shiny blue thing getting dragged into the wave, which distracted him for a second.

They didn't immediately crash as Josh did his best to get to the end of the tunnel, but at one point, standing up could mean that his blonde babe could get thrown into the crashing foam, since he was already playing a hero, he decided to quickly jump down over her.

As the muscle mass descended onto Chris, first he yelped in pain, which lasted for a very short time, the stopper stopped due to the pressure yet again pushing his air out. Even though at that moment, breathing was not his biggest concern, as his entire focus was on the intrusion he felt, deep into a single thrust, something entered him, he could not discern the proper shape due to having the weird hollow tube shoved inside him earlier by Jane.

Without much time to think, Chris could only be sure that the tube wasn't hollow any longer. It instead had a thick manhood present, one that had already emasculated him by dwarfing his hidden one inside the tight pocket of the suit. Now that same meat bat that had motivated Monica in humiliating him had been completely inserted into his chute.

"Take it off," he tried, but his voice was too weak due to the mix of pain and pressure. Even worse was hearing his unplanned lover breathe heavily.

And that was when the couple managed to exit the tunnel, just in time to avoid the crashing wave.

Chris's feet moved up and down on the board. Meanwhile, the much stronger man held fast, not in any hurry to pull back.

"Get off me," Chris tried again, his voice not even loud enough to compete with the sea sounds. Instead of getting up, much to the blonde bimbo's horror, the masculine surfer began paddling again. Getting them in position for the next wave.

Squinting his eyes with discomfort and placing his cheek on the board, Chris didn't hear the instructions to lift his chin, which proved a mistake way too soon as the water poured into the board and onto his mouth, he swallowed a lot of water and began coughing.

Fortunately for Chris, this time, Josh just used the wave to get closer to a shallow part of the water, and they discovered a new problem. "Hm, babe?"

To which Chris could only cough, and struggle, trying to pull himself from under the muscled jock, as he flailed to no avail, he was manhandled out of the board, being hugged by one of Josh's large arms. Chris remained up as if he was standing, even if his feet didn't touch the ground, the loving embrace was just too intimate, and they remained connected due to the thick meat bat that was shoved into the hollow that was nothing more than a sleeve into his bowels.

Josh began walking for both of them, each step making Chris wince and cough, and his internals felt their own version of a deep massage. These humiliating steps were the first time that anything had ever pressed into the blonde's button, to which Chris still didn't know if he approved or not.

As they reached the chore, Hailey ran up to them, "Wow, Chirssy, that was super fun!"

Chris just coughed some more, his feet dangling. Hailey didn't understand anything her brother tried to say, and she noticed the muscled surfer's face, which was red as a tomato.

"Hm, do you have a towel or something?" the jock asked.

"Why?" Hailey asked, the rest of the group joining in, cheering as well about Chris's adventure.

"So uh..."

"C'mon, let that damsel walk." Jane pointed out

"I can't"

"Oh my," Monica instantly began laughing and facing her friend, her eyes vibrating with malicious energy. "They're stuck!"

Never-ending Humiliation

"What? No way!" Lisa exclaimed, now getting close to the couple and seeing that the surfer's embrace was intended to minimize the movements between Chris's considerable fake buttocks and Josh's crotch. "You're just like two doggies!" she said with an innocent smile.

Her comment got everyone in the group laughing.

"Guys, a towel, c'mon!" Josh pleaded again.

"Can't you just pull it out?" Jane asked.

"I tried, I'm stuck," Josh told them. He held the blonde to him by the hips and moved her forward, as if tugging the sudden movements made Chris's eyes bulge open, as did his mouth to emit a sound that could only be described as a needy moan. He once again prayed that something would end his torment, anything would do, even a meteorite.

Jane faced Chris, who barely could try to utter a word due to his coughing, his face was burning right now, not only was he being carried around like a doll, his feet helplessly dangling, his crush just noticed that he was actually having a dick deep in his ass. In contrast, when she faced him, what Chris didn't understand was the sudden fire in Jane's eyes, just before she began laughing too.

"That is just too rich!" Hailey doubled down laughing.

Jane lent a beach towel and gave them an idea. "We could take you to the guys' place."

"Why not the beach house?" Hailey inquired.

"The guys are closer, plus, we gotta uncork Chrissy!" Jane's comment caused more laughter all around.

Monica and Lisa wrapped the towel around the couple just before they began waddling to the car. Now and then, Chris would either cough or moan. Nobody knew whether they were experiencing humiliation, discomfort, both, or something else.

Jane seemed intimately interested in it and would instantly look at Chris whenever the sound came from his lips, which in turn made Chris avoid emitting any more moans as best as he could, even though it was seemingly impossible, due to his current helpless situation.

The group eventually reached their van. They made a point of letting the couple get in first, and one of the guys offered to tie the surfboard to the top of the van.

Chris didn't know how to react, he just avoided every gaze, because as soon as Josh got in and sat them down, it felt like the rigid member went further into him. Worse yet, Josh made a point of pulling a seatbelt over them, "Safety, babe," he whispered to Chris as he finished securing it.

Chris didn't want to emit any more sounds, the humiliation was greater than anything else, but the worst part to him was that whatever the intruder was doing inside of him, his body was approving of it, even if he hated the notion that his imprisoned manhood would try to assert its presence due to an bigger manhood being shoved up his butt.

Chad went to the front to drive, and the girls sat around the couple.

Monica and Hailey were in front of them, while Jane sat beside them, Lisa went further up, and spoke with Chad and the other men.

"So, you're actually fucking Chrissy right now." Monica taunted.

"I mean, I'm just stuck, I don't know if it counts," Josh said, seemingly nonchalant while holding Chrissy in place.

"It should count, you're fucking her like a bitch!" Hailey added, laughing again, and now that she was so close to her brother, he believed she had been drinking while he was swimming.

He eventually averted his eyes from her, only to look at Jane, who was there studying his reactions, even more intently, as the drive began.

With the van moving forward and making turns, Chris was nearly sliding from one side to the other, almost as if he were intentionally dancing on Josh's lap. In turn, that caused the massive meat rod to batter on his prostate from side to side, which once again made his lips emit sounds that he wished never came out of his mouth.

"You're so slutty, Chrissy!" Monica remarked.

Of course, the ill luck only increased a they would discover the guys they met at the beach lived in an older part of the beach area, which had a stone street, only, it clearly didn't had as much maintenance as it needed, which everyone noticed with how much the van trembled and vibrated, something that Josh clearly appreciated "Oh god" he said as he threw his head back.

Chris wanted to die right there, not just because he just heard the masculine surfer moan due to his unintentional anal massage of said guy's cock. Still, the feminized male also moaned, he just couldn't formulate any words with the sudden vibration that his inexperienced prostate was discovering about itself.

His eyes did a quick peek at Jane, who had a weird smile on her face as she watched it. He then looked forward and noticed Monica had the same evil grin she had when she had made him kneel in front of Josh. Hailey, his sister, laughed again.

"Oh fuck" Chris muttered shyly, his eyes closed as tears of humiliation began forming.

A couple more minutes and they eventually stopped, with the whole group leaving the couple to exit the van last.

To be carried around and sat down on another man's lap, not to mention the ride he was forced to take while he sat down, had already been too intense for Chris. But getting up from the seat required Josh to hold him tight and actually thrust up and deep again.

Chris couldn't bear it. He decided just to close his eyes and once again allow another moan to escape. Humiliation mixed in with the insanity of the situation made him wish to wake up from this nightmare.

They were guided inside the guys' house, a messy place clearly inhabited only by young bachelors.

"Get Chrissy to bend over the couch, that way we can take a look at it!" Monica pointed out, her evil smile never leaving her face.

Josh promptly did as he was told, bending the curvy blonde over the couch, while pulling back as much as he could to be away from the large round butt so the girls could look at it.

The girls inspected the way that the dick and the bodysuit asshole joined, and concocted a plan.

"You gotta take a quick shower first," Monica stated.

"Oh, it never works with me," Josh replied.

"What?"

"You mean to make me soft, right? Never works with me," he said with a smile.

Chris mumbled "Oh no, fuck me" but the guys around only heard the last part, wich made the guys high five with Josh.

"Oh, no, I meant to remove the salt and the sand, so that you don't get hurt," Monica said, faking caring about his safety in the situation.

Josh then held Chirssy close again, the blonde bimbo remained with her eyes closed, not daring to face anymore grins and smirks. And while they had their quick shower, the guys served drinks all around. All of them clearly enjoyed the show so far, as the bulging crotches on their shorts could testify.

"Do you guys have lube?"

"But of course!" Chad responded with his perfect smile.

"Oh god, it is to help our friend," Jane said, shocked.

"Oh, right," Chad said, and the smile was gone.

"I mean, it is not like we're not interested, but we just met," Lisa added.

"Besides, the slut here is Chrissy," Hailey added, her voice showing that she was beyond tipsy by now.

"Help us out, and maybe we can arrange something," Jane responded. Monica and Lisa looked at her, and they seemingly had a silent agreement right there.

They mingled and drank a couple more beers and made space for the couple as soon as Josh carried Chris back to the couch. Chris's makeup now looked messy. If the men disliked it, they didn't show. As the beer and lust-infused brains made some of them handle and adjust their packages, despite the other girls still being around.

That seemingly made Hailey get angry, as her manly companion shifted his attention from her to her feminized brother.

Meanwhile, Chris just hoped for it to end. This time, he was glad to be bent over the couch, as he was not obliged to face anyone, that is, until he noticed Jane sitting near him.

He began questioning if she felt any pleasure watching him, or maybe if it was just her savouring a sort of revenge for what he had done.

He didn't get much time to think about it, as Monica was behind him, instructing Josh, "Pull away from her and smear some lube there."

Josh did as he was commanded, wincing a little in pain as he pulled two inches out, and he added the lube. He looked at Monica, "But it is still stuck inside."

"Sure, but now you push back, the lube will get in!" Monica said, sure of her plan.

"Oh," and he followed her instruction, pushing the two inches he had just pulled out back into the voluminous round buttocks and into the moaning bimbo.

"Do it again, try to pull more out."

"Sure" the jock responded.

And so it went, Josh would pull more and more of his dick out, Monica would guide him into adding more lube, and Chris moaned more with each thrust. Out, lube smeared, in it went again. Chris decided to keep his eyes closed and didn't notice as the men around got up and closer to the action, all of their eyes drawn to the live sex show being presented in their living room, any of the guys who was lending attention to girls, now stopped to focus solely on the blonde bent over bimbo.

"Fuck this shit!" Hailey suddenly yelled and walked out, her voice filled with frustration and drunkenness. Lisa followed her outside the room.

With her away, Monica said, "Hey, why didn't you just finish it?"

"What?" Josh asked as he repeated his task.

"You're basically fucking her anyway." she shrugged her shoulders.

Chris was about to respond when Jane surprised him, "Yeah, and this is actually a dream of our friend here!"

"No wait," Chris replied.

"Now now, Chrissy, we don't judge you, we know you have needs!"

"Wait, wait." he struggled and pushed his hands against the couch seat, he threw his face up trying to face Jane, only to be met with her devious smile and a guy pulling his cock out.

Before Chris could struggle further, Jane kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, "Let this happen, and I will delete the videos we have on you."

Chris stopped, he calculated shortly, "Everything?"

"Of course," she responded.

"But, this is like, too much."

"I still got the solvent, and" she looked at the big dick pointing at Chris's plumped lips. "This is not the worst they could do to you, you know?"

Even though he hated it, Chris imagined how easily these men could have beaten him to a pulp. "Fuck."

"That's right." Jane smiled.

"We won't even say what happened, don't worry" she insisted, her eyes drawn to the cock in front of them. Without knowing, her gaze ended up being a signal to the male in front of them, who promptly guided his cock to Chris, who had just opened his mouth to say something else, his eyes opening in shock with the sudden invasion.

"Good luck" was the last thing he heard in a whisper as Jane got up from the couch. "Guys, we will take our other friend back to the van, she is too drunk!" and she walked away.

"And make sure to give it to Chrissy, my friend here deserved the best fuck of her life! She really, and I mean, really loves it, guys!" Monica added just before she, too, left the room. "We will wait on the van!" she yelled from the outside.

Chris saw the other two men get closer, and soon they placed both of his hands around dicks to hold and jack them off. Josh pumped faster and faster behind him, the wet sound accompanied by the slaps of hips on fake ass, loud and insistent he clapped away getting more moans from the blonde slut.

But, even his stamina had its limits, as Josh had been technically fucking Chris for a very long time now, his orgasm coming in crashing, just like the waves that had pushed him into the slutty ass he was now smashing to his best intention.

Chad was right beside the guy, jacking and lubing himself to remain hard and he was keen on being second, as soon as Josh pulled out, he inserted his cock in

Chris moaned around the cock on his mouth, the new intruders in his butt was thicker somehow, his firm thrusts getting short moans of discomfort and confusion as the blonde slut got her secret prostate smashed and battered over and over.

Chris felt the tightness of the secret internal pocket around his cock, another frustration that competed with his current humiliation. In the end, he only hoped that faking being brave and taking it, repeatedly, would make Jane change her mind about him. he imagined going out with her and doing to her what Chad was currently doing to his ass.

And that, made Chris feel something completely new, his frustrated cock, the one that had been snugly fit into some crevice couldn't get completely hard, yet, the mix of the unrelenting barrage of cock ramming in and out of his ass plus the mental image of doing the same kind of ramming into Jane had been just enough stimulation for his cock to spasm and spew out a meager amount of sperm into the suit. A warm feeling spread throughout his body, with the glued-on suit acting as an overstimulation to his skin.

"Damn, when the girls said this one was an anal slut, I didn't believe them, but look at it, she is fucking shaking dude!" the guy currently shoving his dick in and out of Chris's mouth exclaimed, as his eyes were fixated on the round buttocks, that were indeed shaking, and not just rippling and jiggling with the subsequent impacts from Chad's thrusts.

"Guys, she is screaming out, she loves this!" Josh pointed to the liquid that dripped from the front of the blonde's bikini.

"Anal only!" Chad exclaimed, as if he had conquered an achievement, and they high-fived all around.

Chris endured one guy after the other, his body trembled over and over each time his confused prostate aligned with his mind conjuring pictures of Jane, or the consistent mental image that the guys forced on his head as they said "Her ass is just perfect dude" or "Man, I'd marry this ass", and the common "Let me clap them cheeks next!"

After what seemed like hours, Chris was led to the bedroom, where the turns were reduced to two guys who had more stamina. Josh and Chad spit-roasted him for much longer than before.

When one of them was recovering, the current stud would pull on Chris's hair, making him feel even more helpless as his back got blown with powerful thrusts, his eyes rolling back on his skull as his own entrapped cock spasmed, shooting dryly in yet another humiliating orgasm.

Eventually, he was allowed to sleep, on a puddle of cum, with his face shoved in slobber that had dripped from his mouth.

He looked outside and noticed that it was clearly nighttime, judging by the sky outside the window just above the bed.

He looked around to find a snoring Chad near him, but on a cleaner spot of the bed. Chris got up, limping away towards the exit of the house. When he got there, desperation hit him, and the van with his sister and her friends was gone.

It was at that moment that Chris realised something: he didn't know the way back to the beach house.

The End.