You are walking down the beach on a sunny day, watching all the couples and people playing in the sand and waves. Its nice. But you're a little lonely. You've wanted a girlfriend, and a part of you hoped to at least get to see some hot babes. You walked for almost an hour, before finding yourself at an empty part of the beach. No one was there, and as far as the eye could see, no one. Lying on the sand was a little blue sand pail. Figuring a kid may had lost it, you picked it up, some sand on the handle getting on your hand. You started walking back the way you came, the itchy sand starting to spread. Both of your hands shrunk down, nails growing perfectly manicured. Your arms lost muscle and mass, thinning down, as your shoulders narrowed down. Your height dipped down to 5'5, your short hair turning a bright pink, as it began growing out in silky locks. It kept growing and growing, before your long locks tied into ponytails. Your eyes turned bright pink, eyelashes growing long and full. Your nose shrank down, lips plumping up drastically. Your neck slims, voice turning girly and feminine. You kept walking down the sand, your feet shrinking in the sand, legs slimming down as well. Your thighs plumped up, altering your gait some. Your gait altered drastically when your hips snapped out wide and childbearing, ass rushing into your butt, growing your ass out into a heart shaped bubble. Your swim trunks were straining, but luckily, with the loss of your cock, into a tight fertile slit, your swim trunks morph into a tight, reddish pink bikini bottom. Your waist narrows, stomach flattening out into a toned tummy. Your chest begins to burn and itch, nipples stiffening out and growing hypersensitive. Letting out a moan, your chest begins to protrude outwards, fat and flesh rushing in underneath your nipples. As your nipples rubbed on the fabric of your shirt, caused pleasure to jolt through you, each pang of pleasure making you moan, and get ever so slightly wet.
Your chest kept expanding, tears beginning to form on your shirt as your new flesh orbs kept growing, dwarfing any other curves you had just grown. They finally stopped growing at massive F cup tits, sitting loud and proud. Luckily your shirt quickly morphed to accommodate your new assets, into a tightfitting pink bikini, with frills and such cute accents! After all, men were only useful for their cocks.
Your mind turned to candy floss as you kept walking. Finally able to see other people on the beach, you began looking for whoever lost the blue sand pail. You noticed many stares, from jealous women, and lustful men. You began craving such stares, knowing that a girl with your curves should show them off. duh. These other jealous skanks paled in comparison to your hot bod. You became ever more vain, full of yourself, knowing full well how hot you were. You also had no problem in manipulating hot studs, letting them fawn over you, just for a chance with you. But letting men be used and abused by you was one of your favorite pastimes. You only acted like a bubbly bimbo just to use men, but deep down you were just a lazy girl, wanting the easy way in life. For some reason, the name Hilda burned itself in your mind.
You kept walking down the beach, as your mind churned you bumped into a man. He was handsome, with muscles, and bright green hair. He was hot, and you were ready to make your kill. He'd totally be a useful idiot. Maybe you could get some free booze or meals out of the ordeal. But before you could interact, he mentioned his lost pail, and so you handed the one you had found over to him. He smirked and tossed the remaining sand all over you!
You stared at the man, angry, but then all of a sudden, you just stopped caring. Why would a dumb bimbo like you care what a hunk does to you? You blinked at the thought, but the sand was clearly influencing you. Your mind was losing IQ, making you a total airheaded bimbo, craving sex and cock and cum. Your bikini changed to match your new slutty identity, becoming a black one-piece, thin straps barely containing your massive fat tits, and wedging deep into your fat ass and juicy pussy. As he threw an arm around you and groped one of your tits, you remembered him as Byleth, your hunky boy toy who you loved fucking on the daily. You were living for his cock and his cum alone. You were his beach bitch, Hildie.
Byleth kept groping your massive tits, forcing elicit moans out of your plump dick sucking lips. More and more people stared at you, but your mind was too dumb to focus on them. You only needed one man, and one cock. You had no interest in using men anymore. Instead, you wanted to be used by them. As soon as you laid down on a beach towel provided by your hunky man, he pulled aside your one piece and began fucking you from behind. The pleasure rocked through you, and as such a dumb slut, you loved the feeling being fucked out in public. Your act got a small crowd watching, and you squealed with delight as your Byleth invited any man nearby to use you. Suddenly you were surrounded by hard cock, trying your best to suck on them and jerk them off as Byleth continued railing your tight pussy. Even after the first round of six guys came in and on you, they would be replaced by another round of guys. By the time the sun sank below the horizon, over two hundred cocks had cum all over you or in your mouth and ass. Of course, only your Byleth could use your precious pussy. When the police came to arrest you for public nudity and indecency, you got off with a warning, a big warning as you happily guzzled down the officer's thick cock. Your new life as a beach bimbo skank whore was complete. You spending every day on the beach, with your boyfriend Byleth, and taking in dozens upon dozens of cocks a day. It truly was the life for a dumb bitch like yourself.
Here's a nice picture of yourself getting gang banged on School Uniform day! Don't you just love all those cocks in you and being such a trashy slut?
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