After a few seconds the vibrations begin to die down, turning to slower thuds as though something was tapping against the mock wheel I had spun. The words rapidly begin to slow, the blur and haze becoming more and more legible by the second.
Finally, after nearly half a minute the app begins to chug once again as the server makes its connections across the multiverse. I watch as two words click into place, a happy little fanfare playing as I'm left looking down at...
| SHOWY | OR | SANDY |
|---|
The text pulses ever so slightly, the gray words throbbing gently on the plain black background in anticipation of my touch. The words slowly begin to shift towards the screen and back again, as if to try and entice me towards selecting either.
"Huh..." I muse, looking down at the words on the screen. I hadn't been sure what to expect, but something this simple just wasn't it.
From the semi-drunken rambling on the old post, along with the deeply invested replies, I had figured this 'app from another world' would be more than three words on a screen. Still, it had yet to brick my phone or rip my data so things were still better than they could be.
Thinking back to the post, finding it deep on an old post-by-post RP thread, I slowly reach my thumb towards 'SANDY' as I ponder just what would happen. Was this some sort of prompt generator? A little start to some 'alternate reality game' based RP that had swept the forum years ago? as I ponder just what would happen. Was this some sort of prompt generator? A little start to some 'alternate reality game' based RP that had swept the forum years ago?
I don't think of the source of the app much further, the thought vanishing from my head as my thumb presses down against the screen. A sudden shock of heat shoots through the extended digit, the frightening sensation causing me to flinch and drop my phone to the round green rug resting beneath my sofa and coffee table.
My hand throbs and aches, the joints in my thumb creaking as the heat pulses inside of me. The crackling energy trapped in my pained digit soon begins to surge forth with each of the heartbeat-like pulses, soon enveloping my whole hand as it begins to creep up my arm.
In a panic my mind turns to a strange place, my stomach sinking as I stare down at my phone on the floor. "No! Did I break..." I think to myself in shock as I lurch up from my sofa. That specific train of thought ends abruptly however as my feet come out from beneath me, my towering form tumbling to the floor as my head barely misses the edge of the coffee table.
I brace for the hard wooden floor to soon meet me, the small green rug being too thin to act as any real sort of cushion for a safe landing. However, as I slam into the ground I'm instead met with the feeling of something hot and somewhat grainy pressing against my cheek. The impact still rattles my brain, the force almost knocking me out as my delicate gray matter bounces off the inside of my skull.
My vision wanes, everything going dark as I'm left with only the sensations of my aching and burning body. It's like thousands of burning ants were racing across my skins, each of their stinging legs pinching and pulling at my flesh while their intense heat bakes my pale skin and leaves me sweating like crazy.
I feel my pant legs begin to glide up my calves, the t-shirt soon following suit as it squeezes up my torso and wriggles past my upper arms. Despite more of my sweaty body being left open to the air around me I find myself only feeling warmer, my back more so than anything feels like it is searing like a well-done steak.
Dazed and drooling into the floor beneath me I feel my mouth begin to rapidly dry out, what little spittle I have pooling into the familiar smelling grainy ground beneath me. My head begins to throb and ache, the gears of my mind gumming up hard and fast as I'm wracked with an intense sense of dehydration among other less fortunate changes. The gross hard grains soon fill my mouth, clinging to my lips as I feel them bubble and plump into a slightly more plush and kissable state.
I groan as I feel my waist cinch inwards, my hips crackling as they seem to flare out in equal measure. What was left of my pants soon nestle into my crotch, the denim becomes a moist flimsy sheet of synthetic fabric that clings to my ass cheeks. What had once been relatively flat and hairy feels oddly smooth beneath my new bottoms, the tight fabric pulling tighter by the minute as my behind grows with an almost heartbeat-like rhythm.
The front of these new bottoms digs painfully into my crotch, the unyielding material threatening to cut off blood flow to my cock or even cut it off entirely. Groaning in discomfort I shift slightly, feeling a coarse wet rectangle of fabric beneath me shift atop the uneven ground. The moment there is some space between my chest and the ground I feel it begin to bubble and slosh around, bundles of fat pouring beneath my tight taut skin as my chest strains to remain in contact with the ground beneath me.
With a painfully crunch I listen as my cock finally loses out to the unstoppable force of the underwear-like clothing that barely covers my lower body. Gasping in pain I feel my once mighty organ break down, begin forced almost entirely flat against my crotch as my balls are forced within me as well.
The sheer sum of sensations soon overloads my mind, stars soon filling my darkened vision as a gentle tickling begins to dust my shoulders. I'm left panting slightly, huffing weakly into the ground as the coarse grains threaten to choke me with each breath.
A salty scent soon reaches my nostrils, a rushing of water and crashing of waves bombarding my ears.
Suddenly, I feel a hand grab my shoulder as I'm jostled less than gently. Their hand is soft and their grip weak, the not-so-gentle shoving likely being unintended as I'm roused by some unseen person.
"Jordy" Hisses a high-pitched and almost squeaky voice to my left. With each push I feel my body shift and jiggle in unfamiliar ways, hair brushing against my shoulders and back while my ass jiggles slightly against its prison of overly tight fabric.
"Whaaa..." I groan, barely registering my light and dim-sounding voice as I cough up some of the gunk in my mouth. Grains of whatever I had been sucking in along with a cloyingly sugary sweet substance coating my mouth soon become dislodged, a faint hint of liquor clinging to it all as I try to clear my dry mouth.
"Bitch, your gonna burn" huffs the squeaky voice, her tone shifting as if she were struggling to speak through a haze of intoxication. "And you... Ya know... You can't sleep on the beach or they'll kick us..."
"Beach?" I wheeze, shifting around as I feel the sand beaneth my face. A squishy mass cushions my chest, the large amount of fat acting as the most oddly uncomfortable cushion as I slowly come to my senses.
"Yeah..." Giggles the girl beside me, her hands reaching down in an attempt to roll me over. "Fuck, you're so fucking sloppy" she giggles, the sound of a drink getting poured before it is quickly drained coming from the yet unseen girl.
With her urging I soon roll to my back, the searing heat permeating my skin soon easing off while my darkened vision shifts to a painful red. My hips pop a little as I make my move, the widened bones creaking after their violent transformation. My chest to shifts awkwardly as I move, the cushiony mass beneath me turning to an immense jiggling weight that attempts to pull me back to the ground.
As I far to my back I pant a little, my headache growing worse and worse as my eyes strain beneath the harsh rays of the sun.
"Here" slurs a new girl, her voice a little deeper and more sultry. "You need a... a drink" she explains, my lips soon coming in contact with a flimsy plastic cup.
Like a baby bird I quickly find myself being fed the drink, my dazed and confused mind fully expecting water given my dehydrated state. However, I soon find my mouth filled with some sort of sweet melon liqueur as my trim flat stomach churns with nauseated disgust.
"Swallow" calls a voice in my head. "Can't be a weak little..." it tries to finish, my body moving almost on reflex as I swallow down the mouthful of painfully sweet alcohol along with far too much sand.
"There she is!" Coos the drunker of the two girls, excitedly taking the cup away so she can refill it. "Jus' needed hair of the..."
I lurch up, the weights of my chest shifting and bouncing with the sudden and violent movement. As I raise my right hand to my eyes, hoping to block the sun so I can finally open them, I feel my arm brush against the soft warm mounds bolted to my torso as I send the two wobbling ever so slightly in their sling-like confines.
As I feel the shade of my palm cover my eyes I inch them open, the bright white sand around me causing no small amount of pain and discomfort. In the distance I can see people frolicking in the perfect blue waves, athletic men and fit women cruising further away on long fiberglass boards and careening through the roiling masses.
The beach itself is relatively quiet, the time of year not being right for standard holiday makers. To my right rests some shade, the looming coverage of some sort of parasol being just shy of reaching my baking body.
Beneath me I stare down at a pair of long tanned legs. They weren't fit, yet they weren't too fat either. Rather, they seemed to ride a perfect line between slender and thick as my all too visible thighs display a delicious layer of gropable fuckable plush.
As my eyes drift down they go wide at the sight of the massive mounds of soft supple flesh beneath my. Resting inside a black strapless bikini, a set of black strings holding the two pieces of fabric together at the front, are a set of enormous breasts coated in a layer of sweat and sand. They jostle and wobble with each and every one of my movements, the overwhelming flesh spilling out over the top of my bikini and the sides of my chest as if attempting to take up as much real estate as they can.
A curtain of thick and wavy, yet oddly familiar, brown hair dangles around my head. The stuck together strands, likely shimmering and luscious once, are slicked by grime and salty as grains of sand seem to constantly fall from somewhere within.
My arms are all too slender, my petite hands reaching for my unseen belly as I find my fingers gliding over the entirely flat and trim midsection. My fingernails are long and pointed, coated in a layer of chipped black polish. These extended nails send chills down my spine as I feel them trace lines over my tiny waist and wide bony hips, my breath shuddering out as I'm left coughing up more of the gunk inside me.
A hand soon comes to pay at my back, the squeaky girl helping me cough while inadvertently bouncing my chest distractingly.
"Need a water or something?" She asks, fishing around out of my vision as she searches for something.
Despite coming to, the shock of the body beneath me doing wonders to wake me up, I still feel mentally sluggish. It was more than the liquor or the dehydration, I had experienced far worse in the past. It was like my brain of being throttled, each thought taking far more effort to dredge up from the depths of my mind. Cobwebs and dust cover the machinery of my mind, the once bright bulb within struggling to shine with any sort of dim light.
Soon a pale freckled hand passes me a small chilled can, the alcoholic seltzer being a far cry from the refreshing water I had been hoping for. Despite this I quickly pop the top, guzzling down the cold beverage in an effort to rid myself of the pervasive dryness filling my mouth.
"Bitch slow down" whines the squeaky voice, weakly swatting at me as she slaps one of my tits. "We still...
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