“We have all this to ourselves?” Faith gasped, halting at the cliff’s edge. Below her stretched a glittering cove of diamond sand and sapphire water, a pocket of paradise set apart from the rest of the world, shielded from wind and waves alike by towering walls of sunblasted rock.

“Yep!” Eva answered with a smile. “All ours, all day!” She bounded past her friend and onto the nearby stairs, her dark curls bouncing with every step. “I mean, assuming no one else shows up, of course.”

Faith hesitated, clutching her bags tight. “And what if they do?” she asked, glancing back at an old sign tangled in coastal shrubs, the words “PRIVATE BEACH” faded but still legible through the leaves.

“We’ll just have to scare ’em off, I guess. C’mon, what are you so worried about? The guy said basically nobody knows about this place. We’ll be fine!”

“Right…” Faith ventured a skinny, pale leg forward, wincing as the old wood creaked beneath her sandals. “Remind me why we trust him again?”

The bronze-toned girl below paused, an impatient huff cracking her mask of good humor. “Look, if you don’t wanna to do this, you coulda said something before we drove all the way out here. Woulda saved me some gas money, at least.”

“I want to do this!” Faith quickly assured, hopping down the next few steps. “It’s just…I dunno. I guess I assumed he was lying to impress you. I didn’t think we’d actually end up…here.”

“Then why’d you agree to come?”

Faith gently touched her friend’s shoulder. “Because you wanted me to. And I wanted to spend time with my bestie.”

Eva blinked, the tension slowly melting from her face. “Aw, Faith. I wanna spend time with you too. It feels like we’ve barely hung out all summer.”

“I know. So we gotta make the most of today, right?”

“Now you’re talking!” Eva took the final stairs in two great leaps, laughing as sand flew beneath her flip-flops “C’mon! We’re burnin’ daylight!

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Faith smiled, but couldn’t completely shake her unease. When Eva had first told her about this spot, it’d sounded too good to be true. A secret beach off the main coastal road? That practically nobody else knew about? With gentle waters and a spotless shore? What were the odds that such a place existed?

And yet, here it was. As real and undeniable as the warm sand sinking between Faith’s toes. She paused, soaking in the sun and sounds of whispering surf, trying to let the serene surroundings quiet her nerves. In doing so, however, she couldn’t help but notice a palatial house perched at the edge of a nearby cliff, its darkened windows staring out at the water below. It was the perfect perch for someone to spy on the two teens, without either being aware of the intrusive gaze.

Again, those anxious prickles began dancing up Faith’s neck. “Who lives up there?” she asked.

Eva paused unfolding her beach chair, squinting up at the dormant domicile. “Dunno. Maybe nobody.”

“Or maybe he lives there,” Faith guessed, still searching for any movement behind the shadowy glass.

“You mean the guy who told me about this place?”

“It’d make sense, wouldn’t it?”

“Maybe. So what?”

“So…what if he’s up there right now, watching us? What if that’s the whole reason he…” The rest of Faith’s speculation faded, stymied by the sour look on her friend’s face.

Eva sighed. “You really don’t make it easy to relax.”

“Sorry, it’s just…c’mon. Old guy at a diner? Tells you about a secret beach only he knows about? Why would he do that if he didn’t have something to gain?”

“Because he’s nice? Or maybe he was just trying to make conversation. You wouldn’t believe what some of the customers say just to keep me at their table.”

“Eva…”

“Faith!” Eva snapped the beach umbrella open with an aggravated yank. “Can you please just chill out? It’s like you’re trying to ruin the mood here.”

“I’m just saying!” Faith protested. “We’re adults now, Eva. We gotta be more careful about this kind of thing. Especially when we get to college.”

Eva scoffed. “Who’s not being careful?” She withdrew a small, black spray can from her bag. “I brought mace, okay? If anyone shows up, we’ll be ready. It’s not like they can sneak up on us out here anyway.”

“True…” Faith admitted, though her eyes still darted to the house above.

“God, Faith, let it go! We don’t even know if he’s up there. And if he is: who cares? So an old guy wants to watch some cute girls on the beach. Small price to pay for a place like this.”

“I guess…”

“Whatever.” Eva practically tore off her oversized T-shirt, revealing a white string bikini tied across her tan, toned curves. “Just keep your clothes on if it bothers you that much. I’m gonna enjoy myself while the sun’s still out.”

Faith nodded, too tongue-tied to say much else. She watched as Eva stomped off towards the water, longing to follow, yet unable to make a move. Was it pride that anchored Faith to the sand? Fear? Indignation? She struggled to say. All she knew was that it felt like an invisible barrier had appeared around her friend, its power growing stronger the greater the distance between them grew.

It hadn’t always been this way. For most of their lives, Faith and Eva had been the best of friends. They lived on the same street, attended the same schools, and shared everything from their deepest secrets to their silliest dreams. Even through high school, their bond remained intact; even as Eva became prettier and more popular than her narrow, nebbish counterpart; even as their hangouts dwindled from daily necessities to sporadic luxuries; even as Faith worried her closest companion was slowly leaving her behind.

Then college acceptance letters arrived. And suddenly, everything changed. Soon—and for the first time—both girls would be spending most of their days apart, separated by miles of road and echelons of academics. The moment it became clear where their futures were headed, the rift that’d threatened to tear open finally did. All summer, the two teens seemed to purposefully avoid each other, as if silently agreeing that it was better to let the relationship die softly, rather than suffer the pain of a sudden, violent severance.

Such had been the state of affairs until Eva suddenly texted Faith out of the blue, bragging about this cool new spot and inviting her on an end-of-season excursion. Beneath that outreach, there seemed to be an implicit offer, an opportunity to reconnect and revive their relationship, at least while the warm weather lasted. There was no way Faith could turn down such a chance. No matter the outcome, she wouldn’t let this friendship die without a fight.

Alas. So far, said fight had been much harder than Faith had anticipated. And she seemed to be on the losing end of it.

Such thoughts sat heavily in her head as she settled beneath the umbrella’s shade, an open book on her lap and the faint taste of salt in her sigh. She tried to concentrate on the words before her, to make headway on the summer reading list her future professors had assigned. But with every turn of the page, the sounds of Eva’s splashing and squeals reached Faith’s ears, reminding her of what she was missing, what she’d reflexively pushed away. And for what?

Setting Mrs. Dalloway aside, Faith resolved to apologize the first opportunity she got, and at least make an honest attempt to enjoy herself. In a quirk of good timing, Eva apparently chose this moment to emerge from the sun-dappled waters, padding back towards camp with a big smile on her face. It seemed the swim had greatly improved her mood; hopefully that would make her more receptive to Faith’s repentance.

“Hey,” she ventured, watching as Eva plopped into the neighboring chair. “I…wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“Hm?” The dark-haired beauty took a swig of water. “For what?”

“For…being such a downer, I guess.”

Eva capped her bottle. “Whaddaya mean?”

Faith felt her cheeks warm. Had Eva really let it go so quickly? Or was she purposefully drawing this out? “You know,” Faith tried again, “all that stuff about the guy you met? Watching us from the house and everything?”

Eva stared for a moment, then giggled. “Oh, that. I, like, totally forgot. It’s whatevs. I mean, it’s not like you were wrong. He could totally be up there. Perving on us like a…like a dirty ol’ perv.” She tittered. “God. There’s something kinda…hot about that though, right?”

Faith squinted, her relief taking a hard turn into confusion. “Uh…In what way?”

“It’s like…” Her gorgeous friend leaned closer, voice low and conspiratorial. “He’s watching us, right? And, y’know, getting all hot and bothered and stuff. But he knows he can’t actually, like, approach us or do anything that’ll scare us off. So he’s up there, just getting hornier and hornier, and meanwhile we’re down here, having fun, acting like we don’t know. But we, like, totally know and…see what I’m saying? Isn’t that kinda hot? Or am I crazy?”

Faith paused, trying and failing to see it from her friend’s perspective. “I wouldn’t say you’re crazy, but…”

“Eh.” Eva playfully swatted the air. “You’d get it if you saw him. Pretty eyes. Nice beard. Not a bad catch, far as peeping Tom’s go.”

“Ew, Eva! You said he was old enough to be your dad!”

“So what? Old guys can be cute too. Or did you forget about Mr. Hendricks in 8^th grade?”

Faith swallowed, suddenly blushing. “Th-that was…different.”

“Uh-huh.” Eva arched a provocative eyebrow. “So if he, like, showed up right now, you wouldn’t totally ask him to join us? Maybe see if he wants to help with your sunscreen? Get all those hard-to-reach places?”

Faith tried several times to respond, only to give up with a bashful laugh. “Sh-shut up,” she stammered.

“Aha!” Eva lifted her hands triumphantly. “That’s what I thought! Can’t fool me, bitch—I know all your secrets!”

“You…!” Faith turned to give her friend a playful shove, only to freeze and avert her eyes. “Uh, Eva? I think your…uh…”

“Huh?” Eva looked down, blinking as her bare breasts stared back. Apparently, her victorious gesture had bounced them free of her top. “Oops.” She giggled. “It’s okay. You don’t gotta look away. Not like you haven’t seen ’em before.”

“I guess.” Faith hazarded a peek. “Have they gotten…bigger?”

“Bigger?” Eva pursed her lips and cupped her chest. “Hm…maybe that’s why my top feels so tight? But I swore it fit earlier and…oh….” Her musings broke into a moan the moment her fingers brushed a nipple. “Oh…oh, they’re sensitive too. Like…super, duper…s-sens…uhhh…uhh…”

“E-Eva?” Faith stammered, trying not to gawk at her friend mindlessly massaging her breasts. “Could you, uh, maybe not?”

“Wha? Oh!” The entranced teen quickly snapped out of it, blushing furiously as she scooped herself into her suit. “S-sorry. I, um. Wow. Fuck.” She bit her lip, then let out an embarrassed titter. “That was, like, so crazy. Why did I do that?”

Faith was beginning to wonder the same thing. In fact, now that she’d released enough guilt to think about it, there seemed to be something…off about her friend’s demeanor. Eva could be a bit thoughtless sometimes—especially among her more popular friends—but the way she was behaving now felt like a step beyond that. It didn’t just seem lackadaisical or loose. It was...

Well, though Faith hated the term, there was really no other way to describe it:

Ditzy.

“Are you…drunk?” she ventured, peering at Eva’s flushed face.

“Huh?” the accused teen recoiled, then laughed. “What are you talking about? I, like, drove us here, remember?”

“Right…” Faith nodded, still not completely at ease.

Eva’s lips curved into a mischievous grin. “Buuuuuut, now that you mention it…I did bring a li’l something special for us.” She bent towards the cooler, rummaging through the ice and sparkling juices before extracting a tall can with a massive “8%” emblazoned on the label.

“Ta-daaa!” she announced proudly. “I snuck a couple’a these from the fridge while I was packing. They’re my brother’s fave; he says they’re like, super strong.”

Faith’s eyes remained riveted to the can, resurgent anxiety speeding her pulse. “Th-that’s alcohol, isn’t it?”

“Uh, duuuuh.” Her friend stuck out her tongue and made a face. “It’s, um, an ‘extra hard seltzer,’” she read. “Hee hee. ‘Extra hard.’”

“We can’t have that!” Faith protested. “Put it away! Before someone sees!”

“Awww, c’mon, Faith. Who’s gonna find out?” Eva popped the tab with a smirk. “Whoops. Looks like it opened. Can’t put it back now, right? Guess we gotta drink it and, like, destroy the evidence or whatever.” She took a sip and thrust the beverage towards Faith.

“S-stop!” The panicking teen pushed the can away, accidentally knocking it free and spilling its contents.

“Ah!” Eva exclaimed, quickly recovering the beverage. “What the hell, Faith? What’s your problem?”

“What’s yours?” Faith shot back. “It’s bad enough that we’re trespassing on someone’s property, now you wanna add underage drinking to the list?”

Eva groaned. “Oh my gaaaaawwwwd. Can you please just, like, not be total narc for a sec? I’m not askin’ you to rob or bank or somethin’. I just wanna have a couple drinks with my bestie on the beach. Literally, like, nobody cares if we do that.”

“I care. Our parents care. Our schools care too. Did you know McKent has a zero-tolerance policy for underage drinking? I could lose my scholarship. I could get expelled. It’s a serious school with serious standards, Eva. Not like State where they just slap you on the wrist and send you right back to the sorority.”

Faith knew she shouldn’t have brought up their respective schools. But it wasn’t until Eva’s eyes began to water that the anxious teen realized just how badly she’d messed up.

“Shit.” Faith exhaled. “Eva, look, I…”

“No, no.” The offended party shook her head. “You don’t gotta explain. I get what you’re sayin’. Even if I’m too stupid to get into a ‘serious school’ like yours.”

“That’s not…I didn’t mean it like that, okay? I just…”

“Fuck this.” Eva stood, lifted the seltzer to her lips, and downed the rest of the can in three great gulps. With a loud gasp, she wiped her mouth and crumpled the aluminum, staring out into the ocean with hard, hurt eyes. “Y’know,” she continued sadly, “I brought these ’cause I thought they’d help you relax. And I was hoping you’d wanna, like, at least try drinking with your best friend. Y’know, share a last hurrah, or whatever.” She shook her head. “Dunno what I was thinkin’. Maybe I really am stupid.”

“Eva…” Faith reached out, but it was too late. Her friend was already striding back towards the water, shoulders lifting and falling with a visible sigh before they vanished beneath the waves.

Fuck.

Faith had really done it this time.

Grimacing, the guilty teen folded in on herself, fingers clutching at her short, brunette bob. It didn’t make any sense. Hanging out with Eva had once been the best way to spend a lazy summer day. Now, they couldn’t get through a single conversation unscathed. Had they simply become incompatible? Was it possible for two people to change that much?

A silly question; of course it was. They’d done nothing but change for nearly a decade. Their bodies had grown. Their brains had developed. They were no longer kids playing with dolls in the backyard; they were adults, autonomous and accountable, on the verge of leaving their childhood homes behind. Gone were the days of careless fun, of slumber party fashion shows or debates over which member of BTS would make the best husband. Now, every choice made and word spoken between Eva and Faith felt freighted with meaning, their conflicts no longer resolvable via crossing hearts and pinky promises.

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe they were so focused on where their friendship was going, they’d lost sight of what had first brought them together. Maybe if Faith could find a way back, she would be able to chart a path forward. Maybe what she needed to do was stop acting like a serious adult…

…And learn to be a bit childish again.

Chewing her lip, Faith glanced towards the still open cooler, pulse pounding as she made her decision. With trepidatious hands she extracted another can of seltzer, turning the icy beverage over and wondering if she was about to make a huge mistake. It would be by far the most transgressive action she’d ever taken. But if this was what it took to save her most meaningful friendship…

Fuck it.

“Hey, Eva!” Faith called, standing and hoisting the seltzer high.

Out in the water Eva turned, still close enough to shore for her surprise to be visible. Satisfied she was watching, Faith cracked open the can and tipped it towards her lips, doing her best impression of Eva’s earlier chugging feat. Of course, the less experienced drinker only managed a couple swallows before sputtering and coughing. But it didn’t matter—the message had reached its audience. Eva’s shocked expression morphed into one of pure joy, laughter breaking from her lips as she waved for Faith to join her.

The beckoned teen rushed to comply, fingers trembling and fumbling to unbutton her top. Her face felt flushed as she cast the thin garment aside, her eyes reflexively flicking to the house above, wondering against her better judgement what Schrödinger’s Spectator might think. How would he appraise her swimsuit and the body attached? Would he be intrigued? Disappointed? Faith’s blue skirted bikini was hardly the most revealing or enticing of options, especially when compared to Eva’s straining ties and overflowing triangle top.

Then again, even if Faith had gone with something more risqué, it wasn’t like there was a whole lot to show off. Her body had seemingly never figured out how to develop any direction but up, leaving her taller than most of her peers, but flatter and bonier too. Next to Eva, she felt almost boyish, an inadequacy she now tried to ignore as she walked towards the water. It was just her and her best friend today, Faith reminded herself. There was no need to think beyond that.

“Just dive in, Faith!” Eva called. “The water’s great!”

“O-okay. I…oh…” Faith’s hesitance evaporated upon contact, the first rush of tide somehow washing all the tension from her muscles. Eva was right: the water really was great. Perfect, even. It was cool and refreshing, but not cold enough to make Faith shiver, even as it traveled higher up her legs and towards the more…sensitive areas of her anatomy. By the time she was half-submerged, it felt almost as if the waves her welcoming her in, their gentle currents caressing her pale skin, drawing her deeper into their soothing embrace. When she at last reached her friend’s side, Faith couldn’t help but mirror Eva’s goofy grin, the insecurities and anxieties that’d felt so insurmountable now seeming insignificant in this blue, buoyant new world.

“Finally ready to have fun?” Eva asked.

“Psh.” Faith gave an exaggerated scoff, casting herself back and floating into the water’s loving arms. “I was born ready. ‘Fun’ is, like, my middle name. Ack!”

Eva’s splash sent droplets flying across Faith’s face, several managing to land in her open mouth. Yet despite the expected sting of salt, there was also a faint sweetness lingering on her tongue. Not enough to make the taste pleasant, but enough for her to shrug off the sneak attack. Though, of course, this still meant war.

“Ahh!” Eva squealed and giggled as Faith launched a counteroffensive. “Stop! Wait! No fair!”

“Huh? How is this not fair?”

“Your hair’s shorter! It doesn’t, like, get in your eyes when you…aha!”

“Eek! Hey!”

Soon, both girls were dripping pearls of ocean, laughing and panting and utterly soaked. A temporary truce was declared, both parties breaking away to float and swim as they saw fit. This eventually sparked an unofficial race, the pace increasing until they were openly chasing each other around the cove. All the while, Faith couldn’t stop smiling for more than a few seconds, even when she accidentally looked into the windows above, or noticed the open can of seltzer still resting on the shore. Despite knowing what they represented, she couldn’t seem to care. The longer she spent playing with her bestie, the less everything else seemed to matter, her thoughts as light and bright as the sunbeams dancing upon the water.

Was this a consequence of the alcohol? The atmosphere? Did it really matter? Not enough to distract her from more pressing concerns: namely, sneaking up on Eva while she was floating, and hoisting her out of the water before she could escape.

“Raaaahhhhh!” Faith roared theatrically. “Surprise attaaaack!”

“Eep! Ah!” Eva slipped from her friend’s grasp, squirming and thrashing as she crashed back into the sea.

“Gotta be more careful, Eva,” Faith teased. “Or a big ol’ octopus is gonna carry you away.”

Eva emerged from the depths sputtering and giggling. “Nuh-uh! You’re the one the octopus is gonna get. You and your noodle-y tentacle legs.”

“Who you callin’ a noodle?” Faith reached to seize her friend again, only to halt as her hands found bare skin where bikini strings used to be. “Uh, Eva? Where’s your top?”

“Huh?” The bronze beauty felt herself up for a moment, turning and scanning the surrounding water. “Um. I think it…uh…?”

Faith fell back cackling. “Uh-ooohhh. Looks like someone had a wardrobe mal…um, malun…like…what’s the word?”

“It’s gotta be here somewhere. You don’t think, like, a fish stole it or anything, right?”

“Malfunction! That’s it!”

“That’s what?”

“Huh?”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“Um.” Faith blinked. Then giggled. “I forgot.”

Eva shrugged. “Well, whatever. It was squeezin’ the life outta me anyway. Now the girls can finally breathe.” She gave her shoulders a playful shimmy, sending ripples through her large, pendulous breasts.

Faith stared, transfixed, cuing another giggle from her friend.

“What?” Eva said coyly. “Like whatcha see?”

“Um…” Faith swallowed, a strange warmth stirring inside her. “Are they, like…bigger than before?”

“Before? Before what?”

“I mean…” She couldn’t help it. Her hands were drawn to the swollen softness as if by gravity, her delicate fingers almost vanishing as they squeezed the voluptuous, sun-kissed flesh.

“F-Faith, what are you….oohhhhhh…” Eva moaned, a visible shiver quaking through her entire body. Her back arched, pushing her breasts deeper into her friend’s grasp. “Ohhh…t-that f-feels…s-so…g-gooounnnnnghhhhh…”

“They’re huuugggee…” Faith murmured, too awed to question what she was doing. “I…I don’t think they used t’be like…”

“F-Faith…” Eva whimpered. “If y-you k-keep doing that, I…I think I’m gonna…like…I’m gonna…gonna…”

Too absorbed to hear her friend’s desperation, Faith pressed her thumbs below the hardened nubs of Eva’s nipples, staring in fascination as the pillowy expanse absorbed the pressure.

A keening cry finally broke through the haze. Faith started, jerking back as she realized her friend was convulsing. Eva’s eyes rolled, her mouth hanging open as her belly flexed and hips spasmed.

“Oh God,” Faith breathed. “What’s happening? Eva, are you okay? Are you…” Realization slowly dawned. “Oh my God. Are you…cumming?”

“Mmm. Hee hee.” Eva nodded, a sloppy grin on her lips. “W-whydja stop? F-felt sho’good…” Her hands reached up toward her breasts, apparently intent on picking up where her friend had left off.

For her part, Faith was left at a loss. “I’m. Um.” She cast around for any sign of what to do next. “I’m gonna…go back to the beach for a sec…”

“’Kaaaayyy,” Eva waved lazily, one hand still massaging and squeezing her tits. “See ya laaaatteer. Ooh…mmm…”

Faith staggered towards the shore, the unreality of what’d just happened slowly seeping into her thoughts. She’d just made her best friend cum. By playing with her boobs. Her massive, sensitive boobs. Boobs that seemed to grow bigger by the hour.

That…wasn’t normal, right? Things like that weren’t supposed to happen. Or were they? The more Faith tried to think about it, the harder it became to rationalize. Lost in her confusion, she nearly tripped over her own feet as they touched sand, her center of gravity feeling strangely off. A single glance downward revealed the source of her imbalance, only for her disorientation to deepen as she struggled to believe what she saw.

This couldn’t be right. No way. There was cleavage where she’d never seen any before. Belonging to two tightly packed tits threatening to pop free from her bikini.

For what felt like an eternity, Faith stood stock still and stared.

What the fuck.

What the fuck.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.

She marched towards the beach chairs in a strange, panicked daze, her whirring brain on the verge of spinning free from its axis.

She had tits.

There were tits bouncing in her bathing suit. Real, full, perfectly perky tits. The kind she’d dreamed of having for years. And here they were. Somehow.

Should she be happy? Worried? Intrigued? Freaked out?

What the fuck. What the actual fuck.

The chair nearly tipped over the moment Faith dropped into it, her arms pinwheeling as she tried to regain her balance. When she finally managed to sit up, she realized one of her new developments had slipped free, its tiny pink nipple pointed towards the sun. A fresh wave of blush cascaded across her pale skin. She scrambled to squeeze the errant boob back in place, only to tense with a gasp the moment she grasped it.

Oh…oh shit. Eva hadn’t been exaggerating.

This felt…amazing.

Faith smoothed her fingers over the sensitive softness, an unbidden whine spilling from her lips. It was incredible. As if every inch of supple flesh contained dozens of new nerve endings, all simmering and sparking at the slightest stimulation. It didn’t matter if she stroked, prodded, squeezed, teased, or even pinched—every motion detonated another payload of pleasure, the blast rippling from the crown of her dizzy head to the curling of her sandy toes.

It took a while for Faith to realize she was openly groping herself in public. But when she did, a hot burst of embarrassment rushed through her. Biting her lip, she managed to shove herself back into her suit, though not without an involuntary whimper as her new bust strained against its enclosures. She gingerly leaned back into the chair, mind still spinning though a thick cloud of sensual steam.

What…was happening to her?

Her languid gaze slid across the sand, eventually falling on the open beverage nearby. She scooped it up, squinting as she inspected the label, vague intuition gradually cohering into something like a train of thought.

Was this the cause of everything? She was pretty sure booze wasn’t supposed to make boobs grow but…maybe it’d triggered some kind of hallucination? It was the only logical explanation she could think of. How else to explain the weird behavior and inexplicable changes? Surely, this was all just a product of some bad seltzer. Faith wasn’t sure if drinks like this expired, but believing so brought some semblance of order back to her world, inclining her not to question further. Besides, thinking this hard was starting to make her head hurt.

Satisfied, she set the drink aside. There was no need to worry. If she just sat for a while and sobered up, everything would return to normal. She would miss her new chest, but it’d be worth it to be able to move without her tight nipples screaming to be fondled.

Seeking distraction, Faith retrieved her book, flipping to where she’d left off and settling in to read. It only took a few pages for her to realize something was off. The psychological prose that’d once held her spellbound now left her confused and irritated, barely able to follow what was being said and why. Whenever she did manage to piece together a paragraph or two, she found their contents unforgivably dull, just a bunch of pointless rambling about parties and marriages and stuff. Faith didn’t want to sort through that; she would much rather think about Eva, and how she’d come completely undone in Faith’s hands. Those lewd, high-pitched sounds; that face, utterly absent of intelligence or understanding…

A warm sigh wafted from the spacey reader’s lips. Her eyes still scanned the lines of text, but her mind had wandered elsewhere, lost in hazy imaginings of what her friend must’ve felt. The overwhelming ecstasy. The mind-blanking bliss. Faith hadn’t even realized it was possible to make a girl cum like that. Now that she had, it was all she could think about. Maybe that’s what would straighten Mrs. Dalloway and her boring friends out. Just a good, hard…

“Having fun?” Eva asked, her silhouette blocking the sun.

It took several blinks for Faith to wake from her reverie, and several more for her to realize one of her hands was now lightly teasing beneath her swimsuit’s skirt. She quickly pulled the offending fingers away, face red with humiliation as her friend laughed and lifted the seltzer can from the sand.

“U-um,” Faith stammered as Eva took a long swig. “I, like, dunno if we should be drinkin’ that.”

The buxom beauty lowered the can with a peeved look. “Like, seriously? Are we doing this again?”

“N-no!” Faith quickly gestured for peace. “I-I don’t mean ’cause it’s, like, against the rules or whatever. I just think, um…don’t you feel kinda funny?”

Eva cocked her head. “Like, duh, silly. That’s the whole point of alo…alcol…um…of drinking.”

“B-but what about your, um, boobs?” Faith pointed to her friend’s expansive bust, right as a bead of water fell from her still-taut nipples.

“What about ’em? They’re super pretty, right?”

“Yeah,” Faith agreed automatically, then shook her head. “No. I mean, yes. I mean…they didn’t used t’be like that. Right? And, like, now mine are….” Her gaze fell to her own chest, the swell of soft flesh temporarily derailing her train of thought.

“Ooohhh, I get it now,” Eva purred, setting the beverage down and stepping closer. “Don’t worry, bestie. I won’t leave ya hangin’.”

“Whuh?” Faith looked up to see a sultry smile forming on her friend’s lips. “I don’t…hnnnghh…” The rest of her protest was lost as a teasing finger traced the front of her top, sending a hot jolt through her.

“It’s okay,” Eva cooed. “You don’t gotta ask. I know what you want.”

“I…I…ooohhhh…” Faith shuddered, paralyzed by pleasure, unable to do anything but moan as her friend stepped behind the back the chair, both hands now smoothing over Faith’s shivering, sensitive breasts before shifting them free of her top.

“Oh wow, Faith,” Eva’s breath tickled her captive’s ear. “Look at theeeeesssee. Have you, like, gotten bigger?”

“Th-that’s w-what I…haaaahh…” Faith’s back arched, her tongue lolling as her insides clenched with yearning. “I…w-was tryin’ to…tell…you…”

“Hm? Tell me what?”

“Uh…” She struggled to remember. Or even speak. Every time she managed to formulate a full sentence, Eva’s fingers would find yet another hidden button to press, activating a destructive, delightful pulse.

“God, Faith, you feel so tense. So needy. Just relax. Let your bestie make you feel good.”

“Y-yes…” the overwhelmed teen slumped in her chair, eyelids fluttering and hips twitching with instinctual need. “Feelssshhoooogoood…” It was building inside her. The heat. The want. The awful, wonderful ache, growing and stretching from the inside, a swelling wave she was helpless to resist.

“And…boop,” Eva giggled, giving her friend’s nipples an affectionate pinch.

The wave crested. And broke. Delirious elation flooded Faith from within, throbbing through her muscles and gushing between her legs. She spasmed as unrecognizable sounds squeaked from her lips, unable to articulate the raw ecstasy she was experiencing.

Eventually, the pleasure subsided, slipping from her body like a receding tide. Her glazed eyes gradually refocused, looking up at the house atop the cliffside. For a moment, Faith swore she saw a shadow shift behind the windows, causing her to instinctively cover her chest. She turned, searching for her missing top, only to realize with growing alarm that it was nowhere within reach.

“Oh, Faaaaiiith!” Eva’s voice sang. “Look what IIII gooooot!”

Faith’s wide eyes snapped forward, locking onto her friend as she waded into the sea, the stolen garment waving over her head like a captured flag.

“Come and get iiiiiiittt!” the fleeing beauty teased, a taunting wiggle traveling up her hips and through her swaying tits.

“H-hey!” Faith scrambled to her feet and gave chase. “W-wait!”

Surf crashed against her shins as she entered the water, eliciting an involuntary giggle. Within seconds, her panicked sprint relaxed into a playful bounce, all traces of discomfort dissipating as she followed her friend around the shallows, no longer upset about her tits bouncing nude in the sun. Faith didn’t even question the fact that she and her bestie had just groped each other into successive climaxes, despite having never shared an erotic interest in girls (or each other) before. She didn’t want to think about that; in fact, she didn’t really want to think at all. It was so much easier to leave her cares behind, to focus instead on catching up with Eva as she stumbled, to lunge and wrap the buxom beauty in a playful tackle, sending both girls squealing and splashing into the sea.

By the time they rose from the waves, it became clear that Faith’s top had vanished during the struggle. The two agreed to look for the missing garment, but their half-hearted search soon dissolved into free-spirited play, with occasional pauses to tease and fondle their increasingly curvaceous bodies. Before long, both girls were left staring at each other, panting from exertion and arousal, the waning sun reflected between their eyes as some invisible connection drew them closer, closer, until Eva’s dilated, lust-glazed pupils were all Faith could see.

Something brushed her nipples, electrifying her insides with a fresh current of desire. She glanced down and saw that her tits were now pressed against her friend’s, their hefty shapes squishing together into one great, pillowy mass.

Faith gaped dumbly. “Uh…like…did our titties get bigger?”

Eva giggled. “Did you just call ’em ‘titties?’”

Faith thought for a moment. Then giggled as well. “That’s what they are, right?”

“‘That’s what they are, right?’” her friend repeated with gentle mockery. “Ohmigod, you sound soooo dumb.”

“No, you sound dumb.”

“No, you.”

“No, you!”

“No—”

Suddenly, their lips were together, both girls falling into the kiss as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Mouths opened and tongues intertwined, lapping at the sweetness of their sudden, sapphic connection. Every minute shift of slippery friction sent sparks dancing inside Faith’s belly, erotic embers as potent as those inspired by her earlier fondling. It felt as though her body was waking from a lifelong slumber, her erogenous nerves suddenly alight with new potential, new pleasure, new power. She pulled Eva closer, raking her fingers through the blonde tresses of her hair (had it always been so light?), sinking a hand into the supple curve of her ass (had it always been so luscious?), thrilling as the buxom beauty melted with a breathless moan.

How long they remained there—tasting, touching, trembling—Faith couldn’t say. But eventually, a swell of surf rudely interrupted their kiss, the pair separating with bashful laughter. Faith glanced back at the shore, only to gasp when she saw the rising tide reach the edge of their camp, threatening to sweep it away.

“Oh no!” she exclaimed, pointing. “The water!”

Eva stared, apparently taking a moment to process before realizing: “It’s gonna steal our stuff!”

“C’mon!” Faith grabbed her friend’s hand, leading them both on a clumsy, giggling gallop back onto land. Several times one would lose her balance and fall, forcing the other to stop and assist, inspiring another burst of hungry, affectionate kisses before they remembered why they’d been running in the first place.

They reached camp just as another surge of water swept beneath their feet. Faith stumbled to her knees, breathless and giddy, the happy haze in her head making it difficult to figure out what to do next, especially with Eva panting on all fours nearby. As the tide receded and the cooler shifted, however, Faith managed to redirect her attention to the problem at hand.

“C’mon,” she grunted, rising. “We gotta, like, move this stuff.”

Eva reluctantly followed suit, standing and surveying the area with a lost, listless pout. “Um.” She nibbled her thumb. “Like…whaddaya want me to do?”

“Uh…” Faith scanned their belongings. “You can, um, get the chairs. I’ll do the umbrella.” She moved to retract the large parasol, only to find herself staring blankly at its pole, the simple locking mechanism suddenly inscrutable to her blinking, befuddled eyes.

How did this work again? Faith felt like it’d been so easy before. All she had to do was move this part and…no, that wasn’t it. Maybe there was a button somewhere she needed to press? Why was this so complicated? Was it supposed to be some kinda prank umbrella? Faith giggled at the thought, her fingers fumbling and failing to make any progress.

“Uh…” She finally felt compelled to announce her predicament. “I think the umbrella’s, like…”

“Faaaaiiith…” Eva interrupted with a whine. “Why won’t the chair fold? I keep trying but it’s like…eep!” The stubborn seat slipped from her grasp, throwing off her balance and sending her plopping down on her butt. “Ow! See?”

Faith couldn’t help but laugh. “Ohmigod, Eva…you…you look so…”

“It’s not funny!” the stung ditz rubbed her backside. “It hurt!”

“Really? How’dya even feel it when your butt is so…”

“So what? Are you calling me a fatass?”

“No, but you got one! Heyoooo!”

Eva growled, obviously fighting back a smile. “Well, um, right back at you, cow-tits!”

“Cow-tits?!”

“Y-yeah! You look like a, like, um, like a big, stupid bimbo! With your titties and uh, stupid…sexy hips and, um…blonde…hair!”

“What?” Faith’s laugher slowed, confusion diluting her mirth. “My hair’s not blonde, you dummy.”

“You’re the dummy. And it is blonde. See?” Eva grabbed a strand of her friend’s hair, shifting it into view.

Faith took the evidence between her own fingers. “Wha…?” she breathed, eyes widening. “I’m, like…blonde?”

“Uh-huh! Told you so!”

“But…like…” Her head listed, the world beneath her seeming to tilt. “But…you’re blonde…too…”

The slightest notch furrowed Eva’s brow. She twirled a golden lock around her finger, examining it in the waning sun. “Oh. Like, when did that happen?”

For some reason, the question landed heavily in Faith’s head. “When…did that…happen?” she echoed.

“Hm?” Eva looked up. “Did you say something?”

“When did that happen?” Faith repeated with growing urgency. She didn’t know why, but something suddenly felt off. Strange. Wrong. As if a muffled alarm were sounding in the back of her mind, though what it meant was a total mystery.

Eva cocked her head. “When did what happen?”

“I dunno,” Faith confessed, nervously shifting. “Like…um…your hair, I guess? My hair?”

“Your hair?”

“Yeah. When did it, like, change colors?”

“Uh…I ’unno.”

“That’s…weird. Like, I don’t think it used to be that way.”

“Really? You sure?”

“Um…maybe?” Faith pressed her fists to temples. Why was this so hard? It was like trying to collapse the beach umbrella, only now it was her own brain she was struggling to unlock. “A picture!” she suddenly exclaimed.

“Wha…?” Eva looked up from the cooler, having drifted away from the conversation.

“A picture! Yeah!” Faith quickly searched her beach bag, finding and unlocking her phone. “If I can, like, find an old pic of us, then maybe…” her voice trailed off, throat tightening as the photo app opened.

She knew they’d taken this selfie only hours ago. But the two girls on screen looked almost unrecognizable. There was Faith, smiling shyly in the passenger seat of Eva’s car, brown hair tousled by the sea breeze and seatbelt lying flat over her nonexistent bust. Beside her, Eva puckered her lips towards the lens, dark hair framing her face in curling tresses, the curves under her T-shirt noticeable, but modest compared to the hefty tits she now displayed.

The longer Faith stared at the picture, the tighter her gut twisted. Something had happened to them. Something that shouldn’t be possible. Something that had bleached their hair and cleared their skin; inflated their breasts and plumped their hips; thickened their thighs and rounded their asses, until both girls had become pornographic parodies of their former selves. Was this ‘something’ also responsible for how ditzy and distractable Faith was feeling? She’d assumed that the booze was to blame, but…

What if…?

“E-Eva?” she stammered, her hand beginning to tremble. “I…I think we should go.”

“Mm?” Her bestie lowered a freshly opened can of seltzer. “Go where?”

“I dunno. Away.” Faith practically flung her phone back in her bag, hurrying to collect the rest of her things. “Like, far away.”

“Wha…? Why?”

“I think this beach is, uh, doing stuff to us. It’s turning us into, um, like, sexy, lezzy bimbos. Or something. And, um, I think it might be making us…dumb?”

“Dumb?” Eva repeated before breaking into titters. “Like, what are you even talking about? Beaches can’t make you dumb.”

“Uh…” Faith paused, momentarily confused. Her bestie was right: beaches couldn’t make you dumb. Could they?

THE BEACH THAT MAKES YOU DUMB

By: Mesmerciless

Wait, no! Focus! Faith had to focus! She had to get out of here, before she was too slutty and stupid to know better.

“J-just come with me,” she pressed, grabbing her friend’s wrist. “M-maybe we’ll, like, go back to normal, and I can—”

“Hey!” Eva snatched her hand away. “Stop! You’re acting crazy!”

“Eva, please,” Faith pleaded, making another attempt. “I promise I’ll, like, totally explain everything when, um, when I’m smart again and stuff.”

“No.” Her bestie stubbornly avoided her grasp. “Don’ wanna.”

“But, Eva, the beach, it’s, like, um—”

“I don’ care.”

“If we stay here, we’re gonna—”

“No!” The stubborn bimbo shouted. “I don’t wanna leave! Not now! Not ever! Never ever!”

Faith halted, hesitating as she realized there were tears forming in Eva’s eyes, her lower lip trembling in a pitiful pout.

“I don’ wanna go,” she sniffed. “I wanna stay here. Today’s been, like, the bestest day ever. I don’ wanna stop.”

“Eva…”

“Please, Faith.” She took a step closer, her voice soft and desperate as her gaze. “Let’s stay. Just a li’l longer. I’ll do anything.” She leaned in, lips nearly brushing Faith’s jaw. “Anything.”

The offer was tempting enough on its own. But wrapped in Eva’s breathy whisper, with the heat of her closeness rolling over Faith’s skin…it was irresistible. All her urgency, her clarity, her willpower—it was slowly fading into a pink, pulsing fog.

“Uh…” Faith uttered dumbly, her capacity for language leaking down her thighs. “Uhm. Uhm.”

Eva trailed kisses down her friend’s neck and collar. “It’s okay, Faithy. I’m gonna make you feel, like, soooo good.”

“So…good…ooohh…hh!” Faith stiffened with a gasp as her nipple disappeared into Eva’s mouth, wet tongue curling and caressing the sensitive pink nub. A shallow orgasm fluttered through the captive teen, her belly tensing beneath her bestie’s lips as they traced a winding, wet path down Faith’s pale, trembling torso. When Eva’s languid licks reached the soaked bikini bottom, she glanced up, meeting Faith’s gaze for a moment before kissing her quivering mound, the warmth of Eva’s breath seeping through the nylon barrier.

Faith shivered, a low sound she’d never made before unfurling from her lips. Another dam of resistance dissolved. Another flood of arousal between her legs. Tiny, tingling quakes danced up and down her limbs, leaving her hornier than she’d thought possible. In this state, she would’ve done anything asked of her, so long as it sated the hot hunger smoldering deep in her belly.

Eva rose with a smirk, lips glistening beneath a sultry stare. As if sensing her subject’s newfound pliability, she took Faith by the hand, leading the wobbly, disoriented girl to the remaining beach chair before setting her down and spreading her legs.

Faith’s head lolled, weak and dizzy with desire, her muscles like jelly and jittering with excitement. She stared out at the horizon, the dying sun slipping beneath the sparkling sea, coloring its waters a dazzling pink. So entranced was she by its beauty, she barely even noticed the bottom of her bikini slipping free, her flushed, sensitive sex exposed to the world, naked and helpless as Eva’s tongue flattened against its folds.

“Ah…!” Overpowering pleasure throbbed through Faith, the clenching of her insides crushing what remained of her self-control. She wriggled with mindless need, hips squirming, rising, pressing her pussy against the loving sensations of her friend’s mouth, chasing every stroke and flick of wet, hot joy. Eva murmured with wordless delight, her mouth gently closing over Faith’s clit, humming and sucking with sweet supplication.

It was too much. Faith came with a cry, spasming as she rode the torrent of release. Its aftershocks set in soon after, pummeling her already fractured senses, leaving her a shuddering, barely conscious mess. Drool leaked from her lips and slid down her slack jaw, her bleary eyes unable to focus, her world reduced to a vague, pink blur.

Gradually, the violent shakes settled into subtle, occasional twitches, awareness of her surroundings remerging through the haze. She groaned, shifted, felt another twinge of pleasure as her thickened thighs squished together. Far from satisfying her, the orgasm had only left her horny, hollow, and aching for more.

Where was Eva? Why had she stopped? Craning her gaze downward, Faith was surprised to see her bestie was still there, kneeling at the base of the chair, the tide occasionally wetting her toes as she stared at something further down the shore. Her expression was rapt yet dazed, her dark pupils enormous within dull, distant eyes, a string of saliva dangling from her unmoving lips. Puzzled, Faith traced the direction she was looking, and felt her own gaze widen with shock.

There was a man approaching from beach entrance. An older man—late 40’s at least, his dark beard shot through with steely grey, his hair slightly receding from the faint creases of his brow. Yet despite his evident age, he moved with an air of vitality and power, his weathered skin stretched over a muscular frame, the slight paunch of his belly the only softness visible upon his towering torso. But it wasn’t the appealing flex of his shoulders nor the confident grin on his face that held Faith spellbound. It was the fact that he was completely naked, and sporting the biggest, hardest cock she’d ever seen.

Her mouth watered instinctively, forcing an unconscious swallow. The shaft hung heavy between the man’s legs, thick veins bulging along the reddened flesh, taut and twitching with virile potential. The head was nearly purple with lust, its tip bobbing with every swaggering step, dragging Faith’s pupil’s back and forth, back and forth, like a hypnotist’s pendulum.

The man was soon standing before her, his mesmeric member level with her unblinking eyes. When he spoke, the sound rumbled deep in his chest, inspiring a similar, seductive vibration in Faith’s core.

“Looks like you girls found the beach alright,” he said.

Faith didn’t know what to say. What to think. All she knew was that another transformation was taking hold. It was as if long-buried instincts were suddenly resurfacing, reorienting her body and reorganizing her mind. The man’s presence hadn’t merely stoked the ache inside her—it had solidified it. Shaped it. Given it form and purpose and direction. Already, she could feel herself lean towards the cock that dominated her vision, her tongue sliding unconsciously from her lips.

“You must be Faith,” the man chuckled. “Eva told me about you. Glad you decided to come along—she seemed real worried you’d say ‘no.’”

Faith’s head tilted. “No…?” she repeated dimly.

“Aw, don’t worry about it. That word won’t be in your dictionary much longer.” The man turned, cock swinging like a mighty club. “And Eva: looks like you’re happy to see me again, eh?”

The kneeling, drooling bimbo nodded. “Uh…uh-huh…”

“Good. I’m happy to see you too. Obviously.” He laughed, shifting his erection for emphasis, causing both girls to stiffen. “I’ve actually been watchin’ you since you got here. That’s my house up there, ’case you hadn’t figured that out yet. Gives me a great view of whoever shows up on my beach. And what happens to ’em.”

Faith blinked. Something he’d said had struck her strangely. The house. Up on the cliff. She’d been…worried about it. For some reason. Hadn’t she? The cause of her concern had been lost, but an echo of the feeling remained, triggering an instinctive raising of her guard. Her eyes managed to rise as well, breaking away from the stupefying pull of the man’s cock, allowing her to meet his glittering blue gaze.

His eyebrows arched, amused. “Yep. Seems like the two of you were havin’ an awful lotta fun out here. I love seein’ my guests enjoy themselves. But it does…kinda leave me in a pickle.” He reached down, grasping his meaty girth. “I’m all worked up, see? And I don’t know if you can tell, but this bad boy is…awfully tight.”

Faith’s thighs squished and rubbed together. She could tell. With every fiber of her being. If not for her lingering wariness, she would’ve slid off the chair and knelt beneath the taut, twitching rod in an instant.

Eva, however, suffered no such hesitance. She crawled to the man like an animal enthralled, tongue lolling and hot breath panting, steam practically wafting from her open mouth as her nose hovered mere centimeters from the throbbing shaft.

“I knew you’d understand,” the man sighed, thick fingers toying with her golden tresses. “It’s not fair, is it? You two get to play on my beach all day, and I’m just left with…this?” He swung his cock, bouncing it off the transfixed bimbo’s cheek. She twitched, then giggled, eyelashes fluttering and hips wiggling, as if the demeaning impact had traveled straight from her face to her pussy.

“You’ll help an old man out, won’t you?” he continued with a growl. “You’re a good girl, right? You won’t…leave me hanging.”

Suddenly, his grip on Eva’s hair tightened, tugging her closer as he pushed his cock between her gaping lips. She stiffened, seeming surprised at first, only to melt with a moan as the hard flesh disappeared down her throat, the slender shape of her neck bulging around the intrusion. The man pulled out slowly, thick strands of drool stringing from Eva’s mouth as she coughed and sputtered. The moment she recovered, she dove back onto the cock like a woman possessed, sucking and swallowing its enormous length, the lewd sounds of her passion audible even over the crashing surf. The man groaned with delight, muscles tensing as Eva managed to push her face all the way to the base of his crotch, burying her nose in a wiry thatch of grey before withdrawing with a loud, long slurp. Gasping, she immediately began running her tongue along the twitching shaft, lapping her own saliva as it dripped down the quivering flesh.

All this Faith watched from her chair, her body burning with want yet frozen by indecision. A part of her yearned to join her friend, to kneel at her side and share in her pleasure, to mirror her brainless, blissed-out expression as the man’s cock slid between their kissing lips and caressing tongues. And yet, that speck of fear remained stuck to what was left of Faith’s cognition, a fragment of friction preventing her from sliding completely into shamelessness. Maybe it was the fact that she’d never gone down on a man before. Or maybe it was because this one hadn’t even given his name. Whatever the cause, it kept her locked in place, unable to rise from the canvas seat, no matter how empty and needy her mouth felt.

But while her legs refused to budge, her hands were still capable of moving. And so they did, one scooping an overflowing handful of her enlarged breasts, the other gliding down the smooth, soft surface of her belly, eventually grazing the slick folds of her sex. She bit her lip, unable to stop her own fingers from stroking and teasing, twisting the desire already coiled tight within, the sounds of her friend’s gulping and gagging like a siren song she couldn’t refuse.

Faith must’ve whimpered louder than she’d thought. Because suddenly, the man’s gaze was fixed upon her, his azure pupils gleaming with interest, no longer concerned with the bimbo still fucking her own face on his cock.

“Easy girl,” he murmured, pulling Eva back by the length of her hair, leaving her tongue wagging pathetically, straining to continue its task. “Your friend’s feeling a little left out.”

Something inside Faith fluttered as the man stepped closer. She couldn’t run. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t stop her own two fingers from pumping her sopping pussy, pinning her in place with her own mounting lust.

“Here,” the man said gently, moving his cock mere millimeters from her face. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

It was. Oh God, it was. The scent alone was making her faint, notes of cedar, smoke, and the subtle tang of sweat. He smelled…savory. Succulent. Guaranteed to fill her up and leave her satisfied. Her nostrils flared, inhaling even more of that addictive aroma, her tongue extending for a tentative taste.

“There we go,” the man purred as she licked his tip. “That’s a good girl. I knew it was only a matter of time before—oh!”

Suddenly, Eva was shoving her face into the mix, mouth open and angling for the flesh on Faith’s tongue. A rough hand pushed the intruding slut away, redirecting her efforts into the man’s balls instead.

“Mmnnyyyooo…” Eva mewled, even as she licked and sucked the heavy orbs. “Wan’cock….mmmm…”

The man grunted. “Calm down, baby. There’s plenty go around. Let Daddy finish breaking in your friend first.”

Daddy? Breaking? The words tumbled pointlessly through the fog in Faith’s head, her attention completely consumed by the cock pulsing against her lips. Heat radiated from the powerful shaft, melting the remaining fragments of her intelligence, reducing her mind to its baser elements, primal impulses she could neither comprehend nor control. Her mouth stretched to fit around the engorged head, the task almost painful as she struggled to swallow the man’s intimidating length.

Above her, a thoughtful hum. “Guess you’re not as experienced as Eva,” the man observed. “That’s okay. Practice makes perfect.”

“Mm…” Faith automatically agreed, dazed and dizzy and delirious with arousal.

“You’re still gettin’ me kinda close though. So here’s an idea.” He suddenly stepped back, both girls whimpering in his wake. “I know, I know, don’t worry. Daddy’s not going anywhere. You both like to play games, right?”

The question seemed to stump Eva, her expression uncomprehending as she fingered her lower lip. Faith was quicker to catch on, brightening with a smile. “Yeah!” she exclaimed. “We like games! We, um, we like ’em a lot. Right, Eva?”

Her encouragement seemed to break through the bimbo fog. “Oh, yeah!” Eva chirped with a giggle. “Games!”

The man chuckled. “That’s what I thought. And this game’s the most fun of all.” He patted the sand. “C’mon down here. On all fours.”

“Fours?” Eva frowned.

Faith cocked her head. “Like…a doggie?”

The man beamed. “That’s right. Just like a doggie.”

“Doggie!” Eva exclaimed excitedly, throwing herself down where he’d indicated. “Arf arf!”

Faith giggled and followed suit, both girls lining up side-by-side, hips bouncing and rippling playfully against one another as the man knelt behind them.

“Alright, girls,” he said, voice coarsening with desire. “We’re gonna play: ‘Who Gets Daddy’s Cum?’ The slut who makes Daddy cum in her pussy is the winner. Got it?”

“Um…” A cloud of uncertainty passed over Faith. Cum? In her pussy? Was that, like, okay? Sure, it sounded nice. Really nice. But she’d never, like, had that stuff in there before. Wasn’t it…dangerous? Maybe? For some reason?

“Ee!” Eva squeaked as the man’s cock slapped against her ass. Faith turned, distracted, then let out a similar yip as she received the same treatment, the stiff-yet-supple impact sending a shiver of need up her spine.

“So,” their domineering handler growled. “Who wants to go first?”

Faith chewed her lip, struggling to recall what she’d been thinking about. “Um…um…”

“Me!” Eva practically shouted, wiggling her raised hips. “Me, me, me! Do me first, Daddy!”

“You got it, darling,” he purred. “Here we…go!”

“Oooh!” Eva cried, her entire body shaking as it slowly absorbed the first thrust. Faith watched in amazement as her friend began slowly rocking back and forth, gasping and groaning with lustful delight. Then suddenly, Faith felt a masculine hand stroking her own sex, a low whine escaping as she dripped all over the invading digits.

“That’s a good girl,” Daddy cooed. “It’ll be your turn once you cum, alright?”

“Y-yes…D-Daadddy….” The pale teen drawled, rubbing against his masterful touch.

It was incredible. The way he slipped so easily inside her, curling and thrusting and drawing her to the edge of release. Once again, she felt like she was losing control, sinking into a delirious, docile daze, a slave to the sensations that’d seized her. She came before she knew what was happening, her knees trembling and arms threatening to give out. The magic fingers slid free, and she nearly collapsed onto the beach, her massive tits squishing and sinking into the sand.

“That’s round one,” Daddy announced. “Now let’s see what Faith can do.”

“Muh?” Faith barely registered her name before she felt a hot, heavy pressure against her cunt, gliding over her swollen folds as she shivered and whined. Her hips trembled, and she let out a low, beastly moan as the massive cock filled her, stretching her insides until she thought she might break. Miraculously, her pussy and sanity held, if only barely, both reshaping themselves to accommodate their new conqueror, knowing with animal certainty that its pleasure was now their purpose. The imperious invader throbbed, acknowledging their surrender.

A ragged gasp broke behind Faith. “F-fuck. You’re so fucking tight, baby. You a virgin?”

She didn’t understand the question. She was too busy grinding her ass against the base of her new ruler, thrilling as he stirred the liquid heat inside her. Gingerly, she began to mimic her friend’s earlier movements, shifting back and forth with slow, savoring strokes, her Daddy’s cock reaching parts of her she hadn’t even known existed, but which now bloomed in ecstatic awakening.

“God…damn!” Her Daddy breathed. “Fuck. C’mere.”

Suddenly, both hands were on Faith’s hips, seizing the soft flesh with a vice-like grip. Before she could comprehend what was happening, the cock inside her began thrusting with great speed and force, as if suddenly intent on pounding her into submission. She yielded without resistance, without thought, ass slapping against the man who’d mounted her, strange cries and barks escaping as her lips as he drove into her with feral, ferocious obsession.

She’d never felt so helpless. So horny. So used. Again and again she came, but he refused to stop. Every orgasm only seemed to increase his hunger, until with a guttural roar he gave one final, violent push. The firm head of his cock pressed deeper than Faith had ever thought possible, then suddenly erupted in wet, violent spasms. She could feel him release himself into her, passionate and powerful and pulsing with joy, a carnal chain reaction that cascaded over every inch of her quaking body.

When the sensations subsided, she moaned and fell forward, her pussy sliding free with a greedy, sucking sound. She collapsed limply into the surf, the incoming tide breaking around her slack face, nearly submerging it. Still, she couldn’t find the energy rise. She felt so good. So relaxed. So full and wonderfully spent. If she was gonna die here, so be it. At least she would go out happy.

Fortunately, a pair of strong arms lifted her from the water, carrying her aloft. “Careful, baby. Can’t have you drowning on me now.”

“Mm…” Faith nuzzled against her Daddy’s chest, savoring his solidity and strength as he bore her onward, eventually depositing her on the sand. Nearby, Eva remained bent over like a bitch in heat, fruitlessly fingering herself in defeat.

“Daaaddyyy,” she pouted. “What about meeeee?”

“Sorry, baby.” He shrugged. “Couldn’t help myself. You’ll get another shot soon. Why don’t I start moving your stuff up to the house, and you girls can take a breather, eh?”

“Mmh.” The sulking bimbo relented. “Fine.”

“Good girl.” Daddy winked. “Be right back.”

With that, he ambled off towards the camp, leaving the two girls behind. Faith still lay unmoving, thick, warm cum oozing from her pussy, a shudder passing through her as Eva reached over and scooped a fingerful into her mouth.

“Mm.” She licked herself clean. “Guess you won, or whatever.”

It took a surprising amount of effort for Faith to turn her head and see her friend’s expression. “Are you, like…mad at me?”

Eva seemed genuinely taken aback. “What? No! Like, why would I be mad at you? You’re my bestest friend!”

The words moved Faith far more than she’d expected. She sniffed, reaching out to take Eva’s hand. “Really?”

“Really really!” Eva squeezed. “Forever and ever.”

“Forever and ever,” Faith repeated, smiling and turning to see the first star twinkling overhead. A lot had happened today. A lot she didn’t really understand. But that was okay. As long as Eva was with her, everything would work out.

For a while, the two simply sat in companionable silence. Then the sound of returning footsteps drew their attention.

“Got your stuff all sorted,” Daddy announced. “C’mon up to the house. I’ll show you to your room, and then you two can shower. Dinner should be ready by the time you’re done.”

“Our room?” Eva thought for a moment, then gasped. “Like a slumber party? Can we sleep over?”

Her Daddy chuckled. “Oh yeah. You’ll be spending a whole lotta nights here, in fact.”

“Yay!” the bubbly bimbo bounded to her feet.

“Wait…” Faith rose on wobbly legs, struggling to recover her balance. “Eva, we can’t stay that long. We gotta…um…like…do college and stuff.”

Their Daddy blinked, then laughed. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” he said. “I don’t think you two are really college material anymore.”

Faith cocked her head quizzically. “Huh? Whazzat mean?”

He smiled wryly at her confusion. “Don’t worry your pretty little heads about it. Daddy’ll take care of everything, you’ll see. Now, c’mon, let’s get to the house. The other girls are dying to meet you.”

He padded off towards the stairs, Eva bouncing excitedly in his wake. Faith started to follow, then faltered, gazing back at the sea. For some reason, it felt like she was forgetting something.

“Faith.” Eva was suddenly at her side, a note of concern in her voice. “What’s wrong? You comin’?”

Faith met her friend’s eyes. Then smiled. “It’s nothing. Let’s go, bestie.”

With that, the two bimbos linked arms and marched off together, hips swaying into the night.