Meg didn't understand people's love for the beach. It was hot. She had naturally pale skin that was easily burned. Sand got stuck in uncomfortable places. She was not, nor would she ever be, into the beach.
She had been dating Luke for a few months. She was from the north. Cold weather, mountains, and no beaches. Luke was from the coast. And it showed. Under his sweater and pants, he had an athletic build with deep tan skin.
When he asked her if she would go visit his hometown, she was definitely hesitant. Meeting family is one thing. Trying the burning disgusting wet climate, another. But she really liked him.
They arrived and settled in. The air was already more humid and thick than where she grew up. She didn't like tasting the breeze. Her straight cropped hair thickened with the mugginess and bushed up around her head.
"Ugh, my hair," she said.
"Aw, it's just getting used to it. Might take a couple days. But once it does, I promise you'll love the feeling. It's good for volume."
"I'm sure," she complained.
She was already feeling stressed by the so called 'stress free' environment.
This was all before Luke invited her to the beach itself.
"No way, I can't."
"Why not?"
"It's so muggy. And sticky. I just can't deal with it."
"Okay, okay, don't worry about it," Luke consoled. "I'll go to the beach. I'll surf for a couple hours then meet you back here. Does that sound okay?"
"What should I do in the meantime?"
"Just take a breather. Relax. Read a book. Put on a show. This is supposed to be a vacation. Do whatever sounds nice."
"Spending time with you sounds nice," she whined.
"Well, I'll be on the beach. And you're more than welcome to join," he said before kissing her on the head.
He grabbed his surfboard and headed for the door.
"Don't be mad at me."
"I'm not at all. I think it was very brave of you to come out here. I just hope you'll give in to the good vibes soon. It really can be peaceful to shut your brain off if you let it. My offer still stands."
He winked and left.
Meg was alone. She tried reading. But the pages kept getting stuck together. She tried lying on the couch and watching a show but her sweat built up more than she was comfortable with. She even tried a cold shower. It was nice but didn't last.
After about an hour of waiting around, she got a text from Luke.
'Surprise treat out here. There's a popsicle stand. Never seen it before but sounds yummy'
'Would you bring me one?' she texted back.
'You're going to have to come here, cutie. It would melt too fast.'
He had a point. In this unbearable heat, a sticky popsicle sounded gross.
She was frustrated but willing if it meant a fresh cold treat. She put a swim-shirt over her small B-cup breasts to keep the sun off of her. And she threw on shorts for her waist. She wasn't very interested in showing a bunch of skin. She didn't have one of those bodies that she felt worth showing off.
After a few minutes of building up the courage, she marched out of the beach house and down to the sand. The individual pebbles felt burning on her toes and immediately got stuck in her sandals. It took her ten minutes to get onto the beach and by then, she was feeling the sand.
She soon found Luke. She had to admit, he looked great. His tan skin shone bright. His swim suit was tight against his fit butt. She could barely believe they were together.
They had met in grad school. They both wanted to be biologists. He'd seemed a little douchey at first, but she quickly found him to be thoughtful and confusingly deep. But he was still athletic and seemed too cool.
They'd bonded over caring about animals. And she really liked him. But he was so bold. She had trouble keeping up.
"Meg, hey! You made it. I'm so impressed."
"Thanks. It's hot, isn't it?"
"Yeah, the sun'll do that. Can I buy you a popsicle, m'lady?"
"That'd be great, thanks. I'm sorry I'm making this so hard," she apologized.
"Hey, don't worry about it. Some people like different things. It means a lot that you would try. Maybe you'll acclimate. Maybe not. Either way, I'm just happy you're here."
Meg blushed at the remark.
She and Luke walked over to a cute popsicle stand set up on the beach. It had a sign on top that read 'Celestia's'. There was a line that dwindled with time.
When they reached the front, Meg found a gorgeous woman working the stand. She was as pale as Meg, with fiery red hair blazing in the sun, and golden eyes that seemed to look into her soul.
How could she be wearing such a small swimsuit with these heat?
"What can I get you?" she said with a voice like a wave.
"One popsicle for my lady here. Preferably blueberry, grape, or "
"I'm sorry, I've running out on the berry flavors. Very popular for the beach goers. But I have orange."
"Shoot," Luke responded. "She's not really into orange flavor."
He was right of course. So thoughtful to know that. But actually, orange didn't sound so bad to Meg. After all, she was already trying new things. What's one more?
"Orange sounds great. Thanks."
"You sure? You don't have to."
"Yeah, it'll be good."
"Fair enough. One orange popsicle for the lady. Thank you very much," said Luke.
The woman running the stand took Luke's cash and grabbed out a popsicle, bright orange and looking cool to the touch. She handed it to Meg.
"Thank you."
"Enjoy it. Have a lovely day at the beach," the woman said before Meg and Luke walked off.
"She seemed nice," Luke said.
Gosh, men. Meg figured he just liked her looks. But she had to admit, the woman was nice. If a bit off. She hoped the popsicle wouldn't suffer because of it.
It looked juicy in her hand. A cute little icy pop barely dripping from the sun's rays. She'd need to eat it fast.
She stuck out her tongue and started licking it. The flavor was incredible. Cool intensity surged into her head. She braced for a brain freeze that hit her like an ice storm.
"Is it good?" Luke asked as they walked.
"Mm, mhmmm," Meg murmured as she licked it.
As she licked the edges, a coolness built in her body. She felt instant relief from the heat. Like she had no need for sunblock which she had lathered all over herself anyway. Her stress wasn't relevant anymore. Relief soared into her sinuses as she breathed in the cool stick.
While she was distracted, her shirt began to shift. The stretchy fabric began to evaporate at the sleeves and belly. It inched its way up her arm as more and more of it ceased to exist. It passed her wrists, down to her elbow, then up to her shoulders as it became hardly a tank top. With another lick of the popsicle, her slim waist began to appear from the rapidly disappearing shirt. It slithered up her torso unveiling her belly button and abs. Together with the top at her shoulders, the fabric shrank and split in two as the neckline thinned out into straps that tied themselves on her back. The torso pieces shrank smaller and smaller on her breasts until they were little more than two bright blue triangles on her body that covered her boobs. A final touch of ruffles appeared from the edge of the bra giving her a cute look.
"Wow, you're really liking that icy pop," Luke noticed.
"Mmm, yeah. Just what the doctor ordered," she joked.
"You're taking all sorts of jumps today, huh?"
"What do you mean? Oh, coming down here and liking orange. Don't think I'm going to start loving the beach like I like this popsicle. This is an exception."
"Ha, I get it. I won't pressure you. But it's nice of you to wear a bikini. At least get my hopes up of you swimming a little bit."
A bikini? She looked down to see her visible chest. Her skin on full display except her breasts which only had a small section showing at the top. What was she thinking, showing this much skin? The sun would eat her alive. But it was worth it for Luke. That was the idea, of course. Taking a risk for him. Like the popsicle. And it was paying off. He was giving her a lot of looks. Hopefully the mountain of sunscreen she put on would keep the sun from getting her.
"Yeah, I thought it would be a fun surprise. Don't get too used to it."
"Sure, sure. I'll take what I can get. So, I'm thinking of hitting the waves. You want to sit on my towel and watch?" he offered.
Meg was nervous. Sitting in the sand. Getting it all up in her shorts. And the sun beating down on her. She took a lick of her popsicle.
"I'd love to."
"Really? Great!" he said ecstatic.
They walked over to his towel. He shook the sand out of it and laid it on the beach.
"Thanks," she said nervously.
She sat on the soft blanket. It wasn't so bad. And there was a nice view of the water. Her only hesitation was the sun.
"I left some sunblock down there too. Don't want you getting burned of course."
"That's very sweet."
He sat down next to her.
"Hey. I get it. If this really isn't for you, you can head inside. I know you tried."
Meg beamed at his kindness.
"No, thank you. I'm happy right here. Go have fun."
Luke smiled and kissed her cheek. He got up, grabbed his board, and ran for the water.
Meg watched him paddle out into the ocean. He looked good. Her mind wandered to thoughts of him while she lipped the ice cold popsicle. His biceps. His back muscles. His butt in his shorts. And also in his shorts...
What was she thinking? They hadn't been together for that long. But then again, maybe it was time. Maybe he'd taste as good as this popsicle.
As she licked and her mind wandered, a tingling sensation began on her head. Her hair was growing. It grew out from the back of her head in droves. Each hair elongated. It grew past her ears and down to her shoulders. She didn't mind, she was focussed on her tasty treat. It tickled her shoulder blades, she didn't notice.
As it flew down her back, it lightened in color. It was bleaching in the sun. And the straight lines curled with the humidity. It unfurled down her back until it reached her butt. It blew in the wind. Absentmindedly, she began twirling it in her fingers.
'I love my hair,' she thought as her features softened.
She was used to her hair flying about. She liked it long. She liked it up in a ponytail, she liked it in a braid. And she liked it when it was pulled tight on her head. Maybe Luke would...?
Woah. Still not time yet. She may have gone with him to his home town. Even gone to a beach. And worn a cute bikini which she'd been meaning to have an opportunity to wear. But they weren't that far in their relationship. Even if part of her wanted to be.
Soon, she was lost in thought. Her mouth began moving on its own. She wasn't usually the type to do more than lick a popsicle away from her face. Too messy. But she was aching for it.
She planted her lips on the tip of the ice pop. And she started sucking. She thought of Luke while she did it.
"Oh, Luke," she moaned.
While she sucked, her slim pointed form rounded out.
Her cheeks filled a bit. Her eyes gained a rounded shape. Her lips, feeling quite numb from the cold, puffed up to full proportions.
Popsicle juice dribbled off of her mouth pillows and down her chin. It fell into her top and onto her warm boobs. Not only were her boobs darkening with color, but they were also growing slightly. They bobbed outward. They pressed into her bikini. And they were tanning.
The sun's heat seemed to be working extra on Meg's body. It crawled down from her neck and shoulders across her belly and arms. As for her legs, they colored underneath her shorts and down from her swollen thighs and to her calves. She gained a healthy glow.
Her shorts began vibrating. Slips of fabric were ceasing to exist. The legs of the shorts folded into themselves until they were barely a waistband. A patch of triangle was all that remained of her shorts and it too was bright blue and frilled to match her top.
While she was sucking her popsicle, Luke emerged from the ocean. He pushed his hair back and pulled his board up out of the water.
As he ran over to his towel, he was worried about Meg.
'I hope she used that sunblock. She's a sunburn waiting to happen. And if she got any sand in her shorts, that'll be the end of us. I really want her to be okay,' he thought.
He reached Meg and dropped his board. It landed right on his foot.
"Ow, shit!" he yelled.
Meg stopped sucking on her popsicle for a second to notice Luke grabbing his foot. She got up quickly and ran across the sand to him, careful to not drop her popsicle.
"Oh baby, what happened?" she cooed.
He was so funny sometimes. Luckily he had her for when he made mistakes.
"I dropped my board," he said in wonderment. He stared at the beautiful woman. She looked like his girlfriend. Same features, just a little puffy. And tanned. And her hair, well he'd always loved her hair.
"I see that, clumsy. Maybe I should kiss it," she flirted.
"My foot? You don't like feet. Besides, we should get you out of the sun. You look a little swollen. And your skin is burning. Not to mention your hair getting lightened by the sun."
"All the other girls here are tan. And my hair gets tangled a lot. That's what I get for liking it long. I'm sure you'll brush it for me later. As for swollen, I'm sizable. I thought you didn't mind that? Or am I just too womanly for you?"
She often messed with him. He was such a sucker for her. But she liked it. He'd always been a caring person. She liked being doted on. She'd have to make it worth his while later.
"You're gorgeous. I just don't want you feeling bad about the beach, I guess. I love this place. It's important to me."
"I know. Tell you what. I'm almost done with my popsicle. Then maybe we can go for a swim?"
"In this salty water? Are you feeling okay?"
"What's life if you don't live a little? Tell you what, you get started. I'll join when I'm done with this delicious sucker."
Luke smiled. "You're incredible. See you in there."
He raced off into the ocean.
He was such a nice guy. But he couldn't really take a hint. Meg wanted to be alone with her popsicle.
She planted her lips back on the tip. As she did, the coolness puffed her lips out further. They grew to DSL size and stopped. Her face joined her body as the tan spread across her cheeks. Waterproof mascara lined her eyelids. She had always been hot. But she didn't mind the extra makeup for the men.
As she went down on the popsicle, her hair sprang to life. Every section winded and curled as the breeze picked up. Bright orange color climbed up the side of her head and landed at her scalp. Her hair blazed to life.
She was adored for her ginger hair. She liked to show it off. Wear blue to make it stand out even more. Every guy she met wanted to touch it. To pull it. She was alright with that. If only Luke were going to. He'd been so respectful. The only guy willing to take it slow. She'd make their first time extra special.
Her breasts bounced in her bikini while her thighs bubbled in the folds on her thong. Each grew as they filled with extra fat. Her hourglass shape was forming. And she wouldn't notice. Her only attention was on the flavor she was sucking from the icy pop.
She leaned back on the towel. She wanted every sliver of flavor to fall down into her throat instead of spilling onto her body. She was usually okay with sticky, but she desired all the juice she could swallow.
She slipped the icy pop in and out of her mouth. It slid across her juicy lips. Drool slipped down from the corners of her mouth.
She was dripping with excitement at the taste. It had flown beyond good into incredible. Even arousing. She shut her eyes and moaned.
When the popsicle entered her mouth, her breasts began to surge again. Energy filled them. As she slid the length of the pop in between her lips, an equal amount of fat entered her boobs. She slid the popsicle in, her boobs jutted into her top with fervor. She pulled it out, they fell against her chest. She sucked it in, her boobs grew to D cups. She pulled it out, they bounced against her. In, they pushed to E cups. Out, they fell into place. In, heavy F cups. Out, crashed into her belly. She sucked it in one more time, G cups strained her small top. They pushed and pressed, energy surging through them, then she sucked the remaining juice into her belly.
She pulled the popsicle stick out of her mouth and flicked it to the ground. She burped and smiled. That was a delicious treat. Now where was Luke?
She got up. As she did, her full mammaries bounced with her. They nearly jostled her top free.
"Woah there. My puppies are sensitive today. That's what I get for wearing such a small top. But Lukey loves it. Maybe this will be enough to get him to fuck my brains out. Did I say that out loud? Oopsie."
She walked off toward the water with her hands under her breasts.
She felt good. Great even. She had a sense of confidence that she grew up cultivating. She had gone to the beach so much, it was like a second home. She could feel safe here. She'd developed a tan at a young age and when she'd blossomed and grown an impressive rack, she became queen of the beach. That plus her wild ginger hair and attitude made her a force to be reckoned with. She used to love finding a cute beach goer to take home. Didn't usually matter the gender. She'd fuck them wild. Then in the morning, the slutty bimbo would turn full science geek and the person she'd made out with would decide to leave. Luke was the first person to see her science side first. She just reeeeeeally wanted to show him her bimbo side.
As she walked, her belly gurgled. The juices were rocking in her stomach. She clutched her belly.
"Ooh, that feels... like so much juice."
The same powerful fire she had felt in her boobs, she was feeling in her ass. Fat rippled across her backside as she bent over in the sand. It was swelling. Her butt jiggled as it filled. It rounded, growing from flat to spherical. It heaved into soccer ball territory, round and pert. Her thighs joined as they increased from skinny forms to thick luxurious bases. They inched outward, going from the length of her hand to double that size each. She was rounding out at the base. And she wasn't slowing down. Juice seemed to fill her every muscle lower than her belly. Pressure kept building. She felt ready to pop. When suddenly, she did. Her hips snapped outward. She jostled on them, regaining her balance as fattened thighs, ass, and hips sat on dainty feet and calves. She nearly fell as the weight pressed further out from her backside.
She fell back but was caught. Standing above her, holding her steady, was a wet and sandy Luke. His eyes twinkled as he looked down at her.
"You okay there?"
He helped her to her feet.
"Yes, I just, like..."
Why had she fallen? She was usually pretty steady on the beach. But with a rump like hers, anyone could trip. It added some complicated weight, especially with the lumps on her chest unbalancing her proportions.
"No big deal. Let's sit you down."
He walked her back to the towel and sat her down. It was pretty sand covered and she was wet from Luke, but she didn't care. She was in heaven as he caressed her and looked at her with caring from his sea blue eyes.
"Lukey," she said.
"Yes?"
"I really like you. Like, really really like you."
"I like you too, cutie."
She wasn't used to cutie. Usually she was just an object. But Luke cared about her. She loved him.
She was filled with infatuation. She leaned right over on the towel and placed a full wet kiss on his lips. She pulled back.
"What was that about?" he asked.
"I'm sorry. You've just been so, like, sweet. Most people like me for my body which I like. But you like me cause we both like science which I really like."
"I don't just like you for science."
"You don't?" she asked sweetly.
"Of course not. I love you. You're so brave and confident. But also sensitive and special. I like being around you. I'm happy around you. And being here, seeing how much we both can be ourselves together at the beach, I'm all the happier."
She leaned back over and kissed him. And she kept kissing him. Their faces smushed together, their lips pressing heavily against each other. Fire ran through them both.
Meg couldn't bear it. She climbed on top of Luke. She sat her sizable ass on his lap. She felt his hard on through his shorts and smiled. She even rubbed her thighs against him to make him horny.
They caressed and kissed each other. They ran their hands across each other's bodies and pulled each other close. Her breasts were crushed between them.
Lights flooded into Meg's head. She had done this plenty of times before. But this felt different. He liked her so much. She wanted to make him feel good. She felt like lightning was shooting from her vagina as it itched to be used.
"Fuck me," she said as she pulled back to stare into his eyes.
"Here?" he asked.
"What? You don't like the beach? I thought you weren't afraid to get dirty."
His mouth went slack. He was staring at the impressive woman.
"Here," she said as she pulled the towel out from under him. She put it around her shoulders to cover herself. It wasn't doing a great job.
With the towel over her, she eclipsed him from sight with her own body. She tugged at his shorts and pulled them off so his naked self was in the sand.
His erect dick flew out into fresh air. Meg stared at it hungrily.
She lied down on him. Her breasts sat on his thighs. Her lips, perfectly used to this sort of thing, got to work sucking. They felt cold against his penis. Like the remnants of popsicle sat upon her juicy lips. She grabbed the shaft with her manicured hand and began bobbing. Slowly at first then picking up speed. Her saliva dripped from her mouth and covered Luke's entire member.
Meg was blissful. She had loved her popsicle. Loved sucking it down. Licking it. Taking in the full stick. But this was beyond incredible. Fireworks filled her brain, her very soul. Her pussy was dripping with anticipation from the hard dick in her cheeks. She sucked it like it was the greatest popsicle she'd ever had.
She came up from beneath the towel.
"My turn," she moaned.
Somehow, she had slipped her boobs and ass free of their bikini confines. She was naked under the towel. The only thing between her and Luke's bodies was sand. They were both covered, but they didn't care.
With a 'shlump', Meg slid her vagina over Luke's penis and took him into her. She elicited a dainty moan when she did. She licked her lips then brought her chest into Luke's, her plush boobs pressing against his pecks. Their lips met with fervor that turned into absolute passion.
Then she started bouncing. Slowly she built up, her rotund butt flattening against Luke's rod. It encompassed her whole pussy easily, squeezing between her tight folds and opening her up with each movement. She kissed him while she picked up speed. She rode him like a horse. Her body was moving faster now. She picked up speed. Her thighs slapped against his. Her ass ricocheted loudly every second.
"Mm, mmm, mmm, MMM, MMM, MMM, MMM, MMM, MMMM, MMMMMM," she groaned between kisses.
Her movements became wild and intense. Their bodies clashed. He penetrated her over and over and over. She was screaming while ingesting his saliva. Suddenly, she screamed.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK," she yelled as she pulled her torso back and climaxed.
She slapped her own body against his harder. He would give her everything. She bounced on his dick like a pogo stick. Juice was oozing from her vagina and onto him.
At this point the blanket fell away to reveal Meg's glorious tan form in the sunlight. Her breasts bounced up to her head and down to her belly. Her thighs jostled towards the sky then back down with gravity.
"I'm... gonnnnna... cuuuuuuuum," Luke groaned.
His dick couldn't contain it anymore. He fired white hot cum into Meg. She moaned with delight, being filled with sticky yummy cum made her happy.
The two gave into bliss. She slowed her body and wiggled her ass into his crotch. She lay herself down on his abs and hugged him close so that her boobs would get extra squished. They cuddled in the sun for hours, naked and happy. Perfectly unaware of any onlookers. They didn't care.
Eventually, they cleaned up. They threw on their dirty bathing suits and began walking back towards the beach house, hand in hand.
"Maybe we can come back to the beach tomorrow? I could go for another taste of a popsicle," Meg flirted
"Which one?" Luke asked.
"Surprise me."