Aubrey hated me; how much of that was my fault, exactly, I couldn’t know, but given how frequently I saw her during the summers and how she’d never try to engage in any kind of conversation with me, it was still pretty easy to figure out.
During the school year Aubrey was one of the popular girls, and why wouldn’t she be? Lush brunette hair with streaks of blonde, beautiful face, hourglass figure topped with prominent-yet-perky breasts and leading down to hips and a butt that seemed far too thick for someone going into senior year, and enough athleticism and flexibility to be a top cheerleader, all while pulling off a demeanor of innocence that, mixed with her sexual confidence, made her irresistible.
Right now, though, it wasn’t the school year, and she wasn’t near school at all: it was summertime and she was in Spring Dunes, one of the major shore towns in our area, for nearly the entire season with her family. This wouldn’t be so bad, but Spring Dunes was not exactly buzzing with a huge teenage nightlife scene, and its exclusive nature meant that all of Aubrey’s friends were back home except for the few days they might be able to make it down to visit her. In fact, the only other person from school who also spent the entire season here just so happened to be...me.
I was pretty much Aubrey’s opposite: a geeky guy who was still pretty awkward in his own body despite moving up toward senior year. I wasn’t awful looking or anything, at least I thought not, but I was skinny and kind of lanky, by hair a dark mop on my head, and despite being at the shore for a couple of months I never exactly rocked the type of tan a beach bum like Aubrey did.
What I did have that Aubrey didn’t though, particularly this year, were friends from school who stayed at the beach with me for a good chunk of the summer. Scott, Terry, and I made up a sort of geek squad, guys who stuck together to play video and card games, usually staying in instead at night unless we were going out to an arcade, a mini golf course, or something else equally as inane to someone of Aubrey’s social standing. I wondered sometimes, though, if she was more jealous than anything else, feeling alone here while the geek at least had his buddies staying over for awhile.
Honestly, as stuck up as she could be, I did kind of feel bad for her; her parents clearly didn’t seem to care that she felt isolated here, given that it seemed the only response they had to her pleas about her circumstances was to make her get a summer job waiting tables at the hotel restaurant that I happened to work at as a busboy the past couple of years. I would see her putting on a face for the customers as she earned great tips with her looks and attitude, but when she had spare time I’d see her looking dejectedly at her phone, no social aid coming to her rescue any time soon. Of course, if I so much as dared to say two words to her the best I could expect in return was a cold shoulder; the less said about if her mood happened to be any worse, the better.
So it was a pretty major shock one day at the beginning of the summer before senior year when the two of us, alone in the restaurant as we got it prepped for opening, actually had a chance to strike up a conversation. Well, alright, not much of a conversation: Aubrey just happened to bump into me as we were making our way around the tables and just happened to spill her iced coffee all over my shorts. But it was Aubrey’s reaction that really surprised me.
“Oh God, Reg, I’m so sorry, I’m such a klutz!” She quickly handed me a towel that had been in her back pocket. Those ten words and one action probably constituted more interaction with me this summer than every day we had worked together up to that point. I was genuinely shaken; I already wasn’t the smoothest when it came to being social, and Aubrey actually showing some level of concern for me was a major departure from what I was used to.
“Oh, uh, don’t worry, it’s fine,” I lamely offered, trying to make her feel better, “I’m sure it’ll come right out.”
“Ugh, no, I’m sorry, I can already see it staining.” She glanced around furtively. “Come to the back with me, I’ll get you a change so you don’t have to walk around soaking wet all day.”
Huh, what had gotten into her? We walked through an employees-only door, through the kitchen, and toward a small break room in the back. Aubrey crouched down and went through a bag in the corner, and stood up with a pair of shorts...a pretty girlish pair of shorts.
“I always bring a spare set with me, in case there’s a spill or whatever. Go ahead, you’re skinny enough that these should fit you.”
I eyed them curiously; they were black, to match the restaurant t-shirts we had to wear, and looked like daisy dukes at first glance, though on closer inspection they seemed a bit more like ‘jegging’ material. I couldn’t imagine they’d work on my body type very well.
“Uh, thanks Aubrey, I really appreciate it, but aren’t those, um...y’know, girls’ shorts?”
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, but kept her tone friendly. “Like I said, with your size I think they’ll fit a bit looser than they look. Plus, you’re a busboy, you have an apron on most of the time, anyway; just duck around at your tables really quick and nobody will notice, and maybe your other shorts will be dry in a couple of hours so you can change back. I’ll make sure nobody’s coming this way so you can get dressed.”
I was still uneasy about their appearance, but figured she had an idea what she was talking about. I faced away from her as she kept her eyes on the hallway outside and clutched the slightly stretchy fabric in my hands; I could swear for a moment that I felt a strange shock, not like static, but something more like a sudden bursting wave, surge through my hands, but I chalked it up to being nervous over pulling my pants down around the hottest girl in school.
As I stepped one foot through the leg holes of the black shorts, though, I felt a tingle begin to run up to my knee. I stepped my other leg in, and the feeling intensified, now coursing up my thighs, almost vibrating around my lower body and midsection, then making my upper half get a case of goosebumps. I pulled them up slowly, feeling them cling tightly to my legs, and turned around as I reached for the button and proceeded to zip them up.
At the sound of the zipper, Aubrey herself began to turn toward me very, very slowly, a dark smile flashing across her covergirl-worthy features.
“So, how do they feel?”
I tried to answer, but my voice caught in my throat.
Right away I felt what I could only describe as vibrations pounding around my hips, pulses that sent waves of excitement through my entire body. As each wave made its way through me I could feel my perspective shifting; where before I had stood a good half foot taller than Aubrey, each pulse made my line of sight get closer to even with hers. I looked down and saw my legs and arms were now utterly devoid of hair, making me shiver; I couldn’t tell if it was from the air conditioning hitting my suddenly much more sensitive skin, or from something much deeper inside of me. I looked down at my arms and felt my eyes widen: I could literally see my skin begin to darken before my eyes, moving from my milky, shut-in complexion to something many shades darker, a deep, rich, olive tan.
Aubrey’s hands clasped together eagerly. “Yes, they’re working!”
I felt and heard strange sounds coming from inside of me, some strains here, crunches there, squishier sounds at other times, and yet I felt no pain, just the strange wavy vibrations that were causing my eyes to shut and my head to spin ever so slightly. Bringing my hands up I clutched at my head, but instead of my familiar mop of curls I now felt straight, tangle-free tresses; my scalp tickled as I felt my hair growing through my fingers, spilling out and cascading past my shoulders. I grabbed at a lock, barely noticing how much longer my fingernails suddenly were, but found myself more perplexed over the sight of pitch black hair where once I had sported light brown. In a flash I felt a particularly sharp pulling sensation around my stomach, and despite the lack of pain I still doubled over in shock, my breaths coming in ragged.
“Aubrey!” I reached out toward her, unsure what else to do, “It feels so weird! What’s happening to me?!”
“Oh God, shut it, nerd.” Her eyes were wide with anticipation. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”
She pulled out a hand mirror and held it up toward me: in its surface I could see the face of an angel. Once again I brought my hand up, this time aware of how small and how smooth my palm felt, and rubbed it across my cheek: there was no stubble, not a single zit nor crease. Instead, there were two wide doe eyes, my green pupils replaced with dark brown, the same olive skin complexion, a small button nose, thin, stylish eyebrows, thick eyelashes, and a set of pink, puffy lips; instinctively my tongue peeked out and ran across my now wider mouth, a flavor akin to strawberries settling on my tastebuds.
A loud CRACK caused me to arch my spine, and through my shuddering I heard a voice cry out that felt both alien and intimately familiar.
Now the changes really kicked in, each in quick succession in real time even as they felt like an eternity in my mind. My limbs cracked and resettled themselves, reshaped to suit my adjusted height. My hands and fingers seemed to lock into place, much smoother, much more delicate than before, my fingernails now long and painted in tones that spoke of summer. My torso constricted itself at my belly, pinching inward; I sucked in air to offset the feeling of being squeezed, each gulp creating a feeling around me like I was filling a balloon. The comparison was apt: with one breath I felt my chest come alive, my nipples heating up and sending bits of electricity through me as they rubbed against the cotton material of my t-shirt, while with the next I could feel my hips pop outward, combining with my smaller waist to create a dynamic figure. I swallowed the next breath and released the air out through my nose; as I did strange new weights begin to bud and build up both in my chest and in the seat of the rapidly tightening shorts. I did it once more, and the swelling continued; the fabric of the shorts now began to ride up my behind, while the constant teasing of my nipples behind the shirt had caused them to poke out obscenely, much longer and thicker than they had been a minute ago.
Was that my voice? I moaned wordlessly to be sure, and the sound that greeted me was a good octave or two higher than what I had sported a moment ago. By now the swelling had begun in my thighs, as well: I had always been cursed with skinny, unathletic legs, but with each moment that passed I felt ripples running through my skin down below, until I heard the soft sound of my inner thighs beginning to brush and slap together, thickened to a degree that matched my ever-widening hips. Mesmerized, I brought one hand up to my growing chest, which by now was causing the lettering on my shirt to stretch and distort, and my other down to my hips and softening ass, which I squeezed, my yelp of shock immediately melting into a lustful groan. My skin was absolutely on fire with new sensitivity, hitting me with sensations I had never even dreamed of before!
“Mmm, oooh…” the feelings were overwhelming! “Please...don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
I felt a strange tightening around my chest, then suddenly a feeling of weight being lifted; looking down, I saw a deep valley of cleavage that continued to grow larger, now fully supported by a bra. My shorts were now even higher, the bottom portions of my ass exposed. Looking past my new breasts, I could see my member straining and poking out against the skintight material, which teased its head and made me shiver with delight. I was losing myself to these feelings, and the scary part was that I wasn’t even trying to find a way back.
“Oh, yes, yes!”
In a flash I felt a torrent of thoughts and emotions wash over my brain. Cupping my large chest, which I now intuitively knew pressed out just past DD-cup range, I began to grope at my new assets; with each beat of my heart and each added curve that swelled onto my formerly pasty, drab, skinny body, I felt hotter and hotter inside, to the point where I barely noticed it when my rod deflated, no longer having any connection with how turned on I felt. When it began to withdraw back inside of me, I rolled my eyes back and felt some other new, exciting things burst through my mind as well:
So many new scrumptious ideas coursed through me that I could feel them squeeze my old interests away, fashion, beauty, and love of self making games with my old friends seem downright embarrassing by comparison. I started to giggle and ran my hands down my lithe, curvy body as the realization fully hit that I was beautiful now, and all I could dream of was using my beauty to get any and everything I wanted. I could taste it: so many things mine for the taking, because I had the goods and the drive to use them.
“Mmm, I feel so yummy…”
Eyes closed, I slithered my fingers inside the shorts, eager to feel the final change take place. I began to lightly rub around in circles, feeling my formerly stiff unit push further and further back, becoming increasingly sensitive, and giving me all sorts of deliciously sinful desires.
“Yes, change me, finish me! Oh God, I’m so fucking hot…”
The nub that had been my penis slipped under a hood of skin...wait, no, this wasn’t right! I never cared about any of that stuff before, why would I, now?! My mind reeled, and I knew I’d have to push back hard if I wanted to stay true to myself.
My first two fingers began to circle more forcefully. I was Reggie, I was a gamer, I was a content geek, I was...Oh God, no, it felt so good...ungh, and why should I fight back so hard? I was a geek, alright: I was picked on, I was dumped on, no girls ever wanted me, and my life was one boring night at home playing games after another. Being a nerd sucked! But looking like this, I could show them all, show all the popular kids who’d used me and mocked me before. They’d start following me, because I’d be the sexiest, most popular girl in school!
“I feel so…”
Aubrey came up behind me and grabbed my tits.
“Bitchy?” She smirked.
The new ideas locked into place, and I felt my old life distort in my mind, becoming something gross, stupid, something I’d never want any part of again! No, I was so far beyond that: I was a queen bee, now! Boys would want to be with me, girls would want to be me, and with a simple batting of my eyelashes I’d be treated like the royalty I had become! Screw ‘true to myself’; with hands full of my new curves, I knew this was me now, and I wanted to be bad.
“Mmmm, yes! YES! I want to be a hot, slutty, BITCH!”
With a cry I felt a new type of moisture fill my wonderful new shorts, which were now so tight they left very little to the imagination. I felt absolutely perfect. I pressed my thick, plump booty back against Aubrey, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her lips down to my neck as she kissed, nibbled, and teased my super sensitive new skin. I could smell perfume coming off me now, my scent mixing with hers and driving us both wild. We broke our makeout session off, though, when Aubrey’s phone buzzed and reminded us we were still on shift.
“Well, that was fun!” Aubrey nearly bounced in excitement. “How do you feel, Regina?”
I ran my hands over my chest once more. “Mmm, never better. Any reason you felt I deserved this?”
She shrugged and smiled. “I was sick of spending summers alone with only the nerds down here, and there’s a sick party these college guys who came in here the other day are throwing that my parents would never let me go to alone. I went shopping this weekend and was told these shorts would fix my problems if I gave them to the right person, and since we work together I figured you were my best shot to bring some extra dates tonight. You came out beautiful, bae.”
I giggled at the compliment. “I am beautiful. And so are you, ‘Brey. But we still have work, so what do we do, now?”
“No big; I told Larry I was going to try and bring a new waitress in soon, so he’ll just be expecting you and use someone from the kitchen to bus the tables. You ready to earn the big tips, now? With those tits you’ll make a killing.”
It’d be tough, since I was having so much trouble keeping my hands off myself, but I did like the sound that. “More money and attention? Works for me. Let’s go, girl.”
As we walked toward the door, she held out a hand gently in front of me.
“Just one more thing: I know your tits are bigger than mine now, but don’t forget who gave them to you. I want you to be the baddest, most spoiled bitch you can be, just like me; I can share a little power, but push comes to shove, I’m in charge. Got it?”
Without warning my shorts vibrated again, nearly making my knees buckle on the spot from the pleasure. “If I say no, will you make the shorts do that again?”
She grinned, and we made our way in to the dining room. I was introduced and given everything I needed, and the two of us set off to handle the breakfast rush. I felt so much different, now: I was clearer, brighter, perkier, though deep down I knew I was putting on a show for these peons so that they’d tip me well. I put a sexy saunter in my step; I absolutely loved what the shorts had done to me, they had made me a curvaceous, Mediterranean-looking ‘thicc’ girl, with long, full thighs that jiggled and further strained my already tight shorts with every step, leading up to a booty that I could tell a lot of the male patrons were desperate to reach out and just graze. Not a chance, losers.
Even better, having Aubrey around made the time fly by; we’d sneak into the corner and check our phones, swap photos we were sneaking of the dumber looking customers, and giggle and sneer at the nerds and uggos who would never look or feel half as good as we did. I felt a connection with Aubrey; it wasn’t just that her giving me the shorts had caused all this, but I felt there was something dark and corruptive inside of her, just as there was increasingly inside of me. It felt so wrong, to ball up everything I had ever known and toss it away like yesterday’s garbage, but if it was so wrong it wouldn’t be making me so complete for the first time in my life, would it? Of course, it didn’t hurt that she’d make the shorts vibrate now and then, either when I walked just right to sway my girly hips or when I’d drop a particularly harsh line on some loser we were serving; it was like I was getting a small reward each time I gave in to my nastier, dirtier desires.
By shift’s end we each had a large stack of tips and a burning desire to hit the beach; Aubrey suggested a shopping trip first so I could try on a few bikinis and new outfits, preferably with her in the changing room with me. The clerk there, a blonde woman who had to be in her late 30s or so, smiled knowingly at the two of us as we made our way through.
“That’s her, she’s the one who sold me the shorts!” Aubrey whispered. “And since we used them we get discounts all day today. And you’ll need it, with all the extra material you’ll need to cover your big ass.” I squeaked a bit as she pinched me.
“Oh please, bitch,” I shot back with a hand to her face, “you can play with the little boys, but men know what a real woman looks like.” I smiled at her, and we both broke out giggling again. The clerk winked at us as we scurried into the changing room together, eager to model for one another and have some more fun, among other things. I tried on all sorts of things; mostly bikinis, yes, but lots of new low cut shirts, blouses, spaghetti-strap tops, and more. Every now and then I’d hit a set that Aubrey must have really liked, because I’d feel her gaze on me get more intense, and the next thing I knew my shorts would start to feel like they were vibrating again, each time causing me to bite my glossy lip to keep a loud moan from escaping me. I could tell what she was doing: not just giving her approval, but also waiting until I was looking in the mirror to turn me on, encouraging me to adore myself more and more above all else.
“Mmmm,” I pinched at my chest and rubbed just a bit over my new sex, trying to take the edge off, “God, ‘Brey, I feel so amazingly bad, and I love it.”
“Have you ever felt that way looking at a mirror?”
I thought hard. “No, never.” I posed sexily for myself. “I’ve never been in love with myself before. I want to feel this way forever.”
She wrapped her arms around me. “It’s the best, isn’t it? Girls like us take what we want; the world owes us for looking this good, let’s make sure they know it.”
I then got my chance to watch her model all sorts of new outfits, and watch intently when she’d slip her clothes off and give me a show; once again, if she found an outfit she really liked she’d stare at me and make the shorts buzz, leaving me wide open to her as she’d advance on me and start feeling me up. As a guy I never dreamed I’d get to see Aubrey like this, but here we were, two new besties getting playfully catty with one another in between rounds of light touching and kissing.
We had probably spent more than an hour in the back trying on various outfits and teasing one another when I looked in the mirror and really admired a pale-blue swim top that did wonders to show off my jaw-dropping chest...and got an interesting idea. We brought out haul to the clerk, but I stood back and pointed down at the shorts Aubrey had given me.
“Excuse me, but do you have anything else like these, but maybe just not so, um...forceful?”
The clerk arched her eyebrow inquisitively.
“Y’know, shorts like these, just...when a person wears them, they don’t get to be such a Type-A personality?”
The clerk grinned slyly. “Hmm,” her voice was soft and husky, “the queens would like a drone to keep around, perhaps?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “Two, actually.”
She stood up slowly, giving us a knowing look. “You know what? I just might have what you’re looking for, please just wait a moment.”
Aubrey turned toward me, her hair falling so temptingly around her face. “You plotting something?”
“It’s like she said, being royalty can be fun, but isn’t better when you’ve got someone to order around?”
She snorted dismissively. “I’ve got some of those back at school already.”
“Well, I’d like some toys of my own, then. When I was a guy I’d meet up with Scott and Terry down the block from here around now after work…”
“Wait, the nerds?”
“Yeah, they’re fucking pathetic. But I think we could get them to try on a new outlook, maybe liven up that party you were telling me about just a little bit more, too. Sound good?”
“Ooh,” she purred, “look at you, Ice Queen, all ready to take your old friends and put them right under your thumb. That’s cold, Regi, so cold.”
“It’s more than losers like that deserve,” I spat, fully aware that I had been one such loser just a few hours ago.
“Just in luck, ladies,” the clerk returned with two more sets of shorts, one a sunny orange color and the other bubblegum pink, “I so happened to have two more in stock. I think you’ll find the effects more than satisfactory.”
We eagerly paid up; I went to use some of my tip money, but Aubrey stopped me and pulled out a credit card.
“My parents make me get a job, but poor Daddy just couldn’t say no to his little princess asking for a line from his account.” As she put the card in the reader I felt my shorts vibrate again, this time I was sure to send a message: shopping is fun, but it’s so much better when other people are paying for you, like Aubrey’s dad unknowingly was now.
Our new mission didn’t take long to begin: we made our way toward the convenience store where I used to meet these sad little boys, and while they immediately recognized Aubrey, but introductions were in order for me. Aubrey and I had changed halfway into beachwear: our bikini tops pressed our tits up obscenely, our skin glowed bronze, our hair billowed full and proud in the warm summer breeze, and our thighs stood out from our scandalously short shorts, all womanly roundness and tone, making us look mature for our age. Getting these idiots wrapped around our fingers was easy.
“Reg told us you two would be here,” Aubrey laughed, “and we need more people to invite to this party we’re going to later.”
“But you’ve got to earn it,” I leaned forward so my cleavage seemed to pop out at them. “So how about a simple game of ‘show me yours, I’ll show you mine’?”
Terry shuffled his feet and seemed a bit antsy. He was a shorter guy, a not terrible looking mix of Middle and far Eastern features, but hopelessly and annoyingly shy. “Like, what do you mean?”
Scott punched him lightly in the arm; the blonde lug was the bigger of the two, but what he had over Terry in size and outgoingness he lacked in common sense. “It means they want to see our junk, man!”
I could feel Aubrey’s annoyance, but she hid it well. “Look, we’ve got these super cute outfits that we think would look amazing on boys; you put them on and model for us, and you can be our dates tonight. Deal?”
“Holy shit, yeah!” Scott’s eagerness more than got the better of him; he was never too bright, never thinking there could be something more than what he saw on the surface.
“W-wait man, doesn’t this seem weird?” Terry had grabbed the bigger guy’s arm and they spoke in low voices, Scott’s voice rising after a couple of seconds and making it clear what he was going to do. Terry looked resigned to going along with the peer pressure, and soon we had them behind the store stripping down for us and donning the new shorts. It was strange: I had known about their personality quirks as their friend, but now as their social superior I used that knowledge to regard them like fresh meat...or maybe even better, like clay I was ready to mould. Aubrey playfully teased Terry as she handed him the orange shorts, while I took the lead with Scott to get him to try the pink.
“Don’t worry about the color,” I licked my lips seductively, “all the coolest guys at my old school are wearing it.”
They both seemed uncomfortable forcing the tight, stretchy material over themselves, but watching the shock in their eyes when the changes began got me hot: I was so happy that I’d never be that sad excuse of a man again, that Aubrey and I would rule our school with iron, dazzlingly accessorized fists, and watching these two go from confusion to pleasure to full girlhood made me run my hands all over my body again.
Terry was part Lebanese and part Chinese; watching his deep, tan skin smooth out, blemish free, and his dark hair become thick enough to get your hand lost in was a blast, especially when it fell in bangs above his eyes and framed his...well, her distinctive features, like her shapely nose and prominent lips. She didn’t quite develop as far as Aubrey or me, though; her chest stayed just barely at a C-cup, just a bit skinnier all over, but still delightfully curvy and beautiful in her own way; otherwise, why would we let her hang out with us? There was a pecking order, here, and she wasn’t about to break it; the slightly timid look in her eyes said as much.
Scott’s change was funnier to me; he was always overweight, but as his blonde hair began to fall down in long tresses around his face a whole bunch of his bulk traveled all over his body, really rounding him out in all the right places. As he gradually faded away into a she, her chest looked enormous, her thighs and hips thick, her belly still a bit plump and round but more in a cute way that gave her a softness lots of guys would still find enticing. Ah well, she’d just be “the fat one” from now on, but we could keep her around. Judging by the glazed look and silly smile on her face she’d also be “the dumb one”, which suited our dynamic just fine. She might seem more “developed” than us, but she’d never be able to flaunt it and use her body the way us queen bitches could.
“I think she’s also ‘the easy one’.” Aubrey whispered to me, making us each break out laughing. I then stepped forward, ready to lay down the law with my new entourage.
“Alright, ladies, here’s your life from now on: I can tell with one look that neither of you can make it on your own. You couldn’t as boys, and you can’t as girls. You,” I regarded the former Terry, who despite her new good looks and nicely updated clothing still shuffled around uncomfortably, “you can’t even look me in the eye, can you? You’ve always gone along with whatever the group wanted, because you never wanted to be the center of attention. That second part is good,” I pulled Aubrey close, “because we’re the head bitches in charge, here.” I stifled a groan; Aubrey was activating my shorts again, so I knew I was being the bad bitch she knew I could be. Ooh, now I wanted to push this even further! “But that first part has to change, otherwise you’ll get eaten alive. Why don’t you look up? Afraid I’ll change you again? Afraid I’ll tell Brey-Brey here about you pissing yourself when you slept over in sixth grade?”
That got her attention. “How would you kn-” her mind seemed to be processing things, then her eyes widened in realization. “Reg…” Her eyes rolled back in her head a moment later: just as Aubrey had done to me, I had activated the vibration in her shorts.
“It’s Regina. And you’re Teri, with an ‘I’, now: remember it. Go ahead and stay a follower who goes with the group; I could use having someone like you around. Stick with me, and you’ll have all the social protection you need, plus a nice dose of this feeling when I think you’ve earned it.” I released her and heard Teri pant in excitement, her mind no doubt absorbing everything I had told her like it was gospel. I then turned toward the former Scott, who was already rubbing her newly manicured fingers all over her round ass, seemingly oblivious to what I had just said. “And look at you: from meathead to bimbo, just perfect.” I spoke dryly.
She giggled like the total airhead she was. “A super cute one, right?!”
“Yes, yes, super cute.” I glanced at Aubrey, who smiled and nodded. I put on a sweet, friendly voice. “But super cute bimbos still need friends to chill with, don’t they? After all, don’t you think you’ll meet more cute boys with us than you would just bouncing around on your own?”
“Hmmm,” she brought a finger to her lips and looked skyward, before looking back with a big smile. “OK! I’d LOVE to meet some really cute boys, they’re my fav-”
I stepped forward and pressed my own impressive chest against her’s, shoved her against the wall, grabbed her butt, and moved forward to shove my tongue in her mouth. I could tell what sort of language someone like her would respond to best, and I made sure to activate her shorts at the same time that I kissed her; even better, Aubrey turned mine on just a few moments later, leaving my new pet bimbo and I lustfully moaning into one another’s mouths.
I pulled back, nearly breathless. “Cute boys are fine, Steffi, but I’m your favorite. Understood?” The new girl moaned as she ran a hand over her crotch, frustrated we hadn’t kept going. I saw Teri looking at me from the corner of my eye, her face a mixture of confusion, longing, and jealousy; she was still caught up with her much more intelligent mind being pulled in many directions, but I simply held a finger up toward her. “And you just be patient: you’ll get your turn.” Aubrey snuck up behind her to hug her from behind and kiss her neck; I saw desire etched on her face, and when Aubrey’s hands made their way down her shorts I knew she was ours for good.
The new Teri now faced us with an adoring look, viewing us as her high school saviors, the girls who would make sure she’d be popular enough to survive and be taken care of in the harsh, cruel jungle we intended to preside over, so long as she kept on the path we laid out for her. Steffi, meanwhile, remained content to admire herself, eager only to take in the pleasures we could bring her, a perfect happy bimbo drone who would be just as easy to control as she was easy to please.
The rest of the afternoon was spent lying on the beach in brand new bathing suits; I couldn’t stop admiring my new shape, especially the way my thighs hung down with such juicy thickness, or how I could feel my ass rise behind me when I laid on my chest on the blanket. We got looks from all over as we got Teri and Steffi to oil us up nice and slowly, but right now was pure “look, don’t touch” time for the horny boys and their pervy dads. Our real fun would come tonight.
We stopped by Aubrey’s place, getting a chance to meet her parents; we were perfect angels, reassuring her folks their little girl was in good hands with her new friends, and that we’d call if she stayed with us tonight after a night making snacks at a beach bonfire. For their part they were thrilled to see their pretty princess finally making friends at Spring Dunes; we shared a giggle amongst ourselves at how little they really knew. As soon as they left us alone Aubrey pulled her phone out to take pictures of each of us, getting us to pose, make kissing faces, and show off our chests; she put them all together and texted them to the guys we were meeting that night on the beach; Aubrey hadn’t been lying about the bonfire, but she could’ve made it clearer that we were the snacks.
At sundown we walked off toward the sand, new outfits showing off everything we could. It was no surprise that the party was amazing: we easily passed as college girls, not that the boys would’ve cared one way or another as they supplied us with plenty of free booze. There were different groups around, more young people than you’d normally ever see on Spring Dunes, a summertime jackpot. We settled on the group that had invited Aubrey and sat around one of the fires with them: going by what she had learned when she met them at the restaurant and what we saw now, we could tell that two of the guys, Andrew and Trevor, were the leaders of this bunch, older than the rest and definitely sexier, with their strong chests, chiseled features, and better fashion senses. There were others, though, all of them cute enough in their own way but not measuring up; one of them, a skinnier guy with dark-rimmed glasses, was getting up in Aubrey’s space, while one of the more jock looking ones was trying to make a move on me; he was wearing too much body spray. We each laughed politely and excused ourselves for a moment, grabbing Teri and Steffi.
“Ok,” Aubrey pointed back at the guys, who were all swigging beers and telling dumb jokes, “you’re with Specs tonight, Teri. Show him a good time, I bet he hasn’t had many.”
“I…” she was still so nervous all the damn time, “I haven’t done this before, should I really-?”
“Listen,” I cut in, “aren’t you sick of being a virgin? He’s not going to care what you do as long as he gets off. Go get him, girl, or you’ll make us look bad.”
She gulped, but the vibrations in her shorts began, and soon my pressuring had worked; she looked determined not to give her mealtickets to popularity any reason to doubt her loyalty. “O-ok! I can’t believe I’m finally going to lose it! This will be amazing!”
“But, Teri?” I held her hands softly, assuringly. “Make sure to thank us, later.” She nodded obediently and skipped forward toward her assigned target, starting a nervous-yet-flirty conversation with him.
“Now, Stef-” Well, this would be simple: Steffi was already looking at two of the jock guys who were roughhousing one another and greedily licking her lips. I was curious if this girl even had any idea she had never had sex as a guy, but it wasn’t worth asking. “You want to play with those boys over there?”
Aubrey leaned in and whispered to her. “Then go: if you tell them you want fun, I’m sure they’ll have plenty to share.” We laughed as we saw the ditzy blonde walk over to the two jocks, place a hand on each one’s chest, and almost immediately lead them off into the shadows near the dunes for double her pleasure.
“Mission accomplished.” Aubrey winked at me and tilted her head toward Andrew and Trevor.
“Shall we?” I held my arm out and she happily took us, the two of us walking in time toward our chosen beaus for the night. There wasn’t any point in formalities: Aubrey and I melted into the arms of our studs almost immediately, and let their hands feel all over us as we grinded against their laps, our hands undoing their belts as we moved our way lower, our knees eventually sinking into the cool, soft sand. Soon we were sharing and splitting time with them...and one another.
By the end of the night we knew everyone had reasons to be thrilled; Teri’s breathy moans were audible off to the side, the fire’s glow illuminating her on her back with her guy on top, but it was a miracle she could be heard at all over the sound of Steffi’s happy cries, moans, and various other sounds as she allowed her eager partners the chance to switch places either behind or in front of her prone, doggy-style form. Aubrey and I, meanwhile, found ourselves bent over with one guy behind us, facing one another. Surveying our handiwork, we leaned in and exchanged a long, passionate kiss.
When we broke it off Aubrey moaned, Andrew behind her thrusting away. “Ungh, yeah; sooo much better than high school nerds, right, Regi?”
I ground back against Trevor, smiling ear to ear as he pulled my shorts to the side: “Oh yeah, and this summer’s gonna be the best. But,” I paused to moan, loving the feeling of my own virginity becoming a thing of the past, “you know what else is the best?”
“Nnngh! No, what?”
“Next school year...we are going to rule.”