Fun in the Sun

Day 01 - Round 01 - Challenge 01

CLACKCLACKCLACKclackclack…clack…..clack……clack

Marcus, Amber, Beth, Kendra and Damon watched the wheel spin, slowing from a whirling blur to distinguishable faces, round and round it went. Behind the booth Mandy and Tandy still held hands and shook their ever-shifting charms, toothy twin smiles happy as could be as their contest played out.

“I’ll totally give you the idol if I win,” Amber whispered to Beth. “You’re gonna kick so much ass.”

“C’mon, god dammit c’mon,” Damon barked through clenched teeth. Kendra just stared with hard eyes, while Marcus wore the semi-dazed semi-excited expression that he carried to most situations in life.

The wedges were clearly visible now as the wheel struggled its way past each individual spoke, losing momentum with each face it crossed, Damon then Amber then Kendra, slowing slowing until

…………………………clack

“It’s a tie,” Mandy and Tandy screamed and hugged each other. Above them the picker arrow sat directly on the spoke that lay between Marcus and Kendra’s wedges, so delicate a squirrel’s fart would tip the balance.

Kendra snapped her fingers, pulling Mandy and Tandy’s attention from each other’s simply lovely bodies. “Hey, what’s that mean? We both win?”

“Oh, yeah,” Mandy said a little flustered and pulled her free hand off of Tandy’s swelling butt. Mandy was still the fuller of the two challenge hosts but only for a little longer. “Sorry Ken-Ken, I love when she’s this size, so pinchable. Yep we have two winners, Marcus the Macho and Kendra the Kitty Kat, yay!!!”

Damon stomped away from the group. Tandy reached under the booth and retrieved a wide ceramic tray that held 3 black clam shells. On the first was stenciled a banana, on the second a pear, on the third two cherries connected by the stem.

“Now pick your prize, you each get one. Super congratulations you two, these are super rare!”

“Wait, fruit?” Marcus studied the options like they held the DaVinci Code (which he had never finished, but he got the gist). “Is that because we spun the fruit bowl first?”

“Ohmygod you’re so smart,” a skinny Mandy said. “Isn’t he so smart Tandy?”

“So smart.”

“I can’t listen to you bimbos any more.” Kendra unceremoniously grabbed the cherry clamshell and started prying at it. “And don’t call me Kitty Kat unless you want claws.”

“Hey, I wanted—fine, never mind. Uh pear, NO! Banana, yes, banana.” Marcus looked to Amber and Beth for advice, but both shrugged their shoulders, then he slowly, slowly, so slowly reached for the first clam shell.

“Just grab it!” Beth yelled and Marcus snatched the banana shell.

“What’s inside?” Amber leaned over Marcus’ shoulder, pressing her chest to his arm and staring with wide eyes. “Open it.”

“I’m trying, it’s really—got it!” Inside the shell was a small piece of sticky paper with the same banana design on it.

“Oh oh,” Amber said. “It’s a temporary tattoo, I used to love getting those at the beach with my cousin.”

“So, am I the banana harem?” Marcus looked up to Mandy and Tandy, who watched him with predatory anticipation. “Sorry dudes, I don’t get it.”

“Ohhhhhhh, oh jeeeeeeeeze,” Kendra moaned, and the group turned to see her maybe 10 feet away, clutching her chest with one hand. Her clamshell tumbled from her other hand and Kendra fell to her knees. “That feels sooooo weird,” she said. “What did you hoes do to me!?”

“You won the prize,” Tandy said.

“You spin, you win,” Mandy said.

Amber and Beth ran to kneel beside Kendra. She grabbed Beth’s hand, panting rushed breaths and squeezing so hard that Beth almost cried. “They’re growwwwwinnggggg.”

Amber almost asked what she meant, but then she saw. Kendra’s black sports bra was stretching, expanding around her swelling breasts. It looked just like when the twins shifted mass, Kendra’s breasts filled her top, getting fuller, rounder, hanging lower while Kendra squeezed her eyes shut and moaned like a woman lost in pleasure.

She hadn’t been flat chested, but as a woman with a hard, muscled body, she hadn’t had much fat left over for breasts. Now she had full handfuls, then honkers until they settled into full on jugs. Her nylon tube top cut viciously into her ribs, breast spilling out the top and bottom deformed by surprisingly well made fabric.

And above her abundance, high on her left breast, she had a new tattoo of two bright red cherries hanging from a stem.

Kendra sighed dreamily, exhausted. She released her **** grip on Beth’s poor hand and looked down at her new assets. “HOLY SHIT!”

Kendra had been an athlete since an early age, competing in track, wrestling, and lacrosse among numerous hobbies, and she fell in love with weight lifting and training. She loved having harder muscles than most of her guy friends and the thrill of making her body powerful. She’d never had something fatty and useless on her body, and the sensation of two large mounds that didn’t respond to muscle was truly alien.

“Hey, nice tits,” Damon said from a safe distance. “Too bad the rest of you is still all Schwarzenagger-y, but those look pretty sweet.”

“Kiss my ass Damon.” Kendra stood to her feet and pulled at her tube top, doing her best to rearrange herself. “When I get through with this stupid game I’ll show you how—ugghghghhGODdddddd!”

Kendra sunk her iron fingers into Beth’s should for support as her whole body shook. Her other hand had been grasping her breast when her fingers brushed a hard nipple, releasing a burst of pleasure that made her convulse. If she had taken her top off she would have seen that atop each soft, sumptuous breast her nipples were iron studs, packed with more erogenous nerve endings than most people’s entire bodies. Each one was a bright cherry red, the same color as her new tattoo.

“Careful hon,” Mandy called, her own chest making Kendra’s new assets look modest. “You’ve got cherries wild, you might want to invest in a padded bra because those babies light up like a winning slot machine.”

“Maybe we should help a sister out?” Tandy said.

“She has been a good sport. I swear she was thinking about decking you earlier and she didn’t even do it, such a sweet Kitty Kat.”

Mandy pulled a red bikini top out from the booth and tossed it to Kendra, who released her grip from Beth’s gratefulshoulder and caught it one-handed. Beth took the opportunity to back away and nurse her bruised hand and shoulder.

The top was a style of top Kendra would never normally wear, all girly and designed to show her tits off, but at least it fit.

While Kendra changed, Amber and Beth turned around to give her some privacy (Damon decidedly did not). And that’s when they saw the topless woman groping herself where Marcus had been.

She stood over 6 feet tall with shoulder length blonde hair (like Marcus). She was slim and athletic (like Marcus) and wore Marcus’ swimsuit loosely around her wide hips. Ok, she was Marcus.

But now Marcus sported pert, handful breasts which she avidly groped before pulling her loose shorts open. “Whoaaaaaaaa.”

“MARCUS!” Amber screamed.

“I got boobs too,” Marcus said, a little dazed. “I think there’s something up with this wheel you guys.”

“What sense does this make?” Beth pointed at the banana tattoo above Marcus’ left breast. “What, do you love bananas now? Do we need to get you a bunch of bananas to eat?”

Marcus looked from her new tattoo up to Damon, who couldn’t decide whether to ogle Marcus or Kendra. More specifically Marcus stared at the bulge in Damon’s blue swim shorts. It was getting bigger, Marcus could make out every little crease of fabric that bunched around Damon’s hard cock, she could practically hear the fabric crinkle as Damon got long and hard looking at her sweet tits. It was big and perfect, and it wanted Marcus’ mouth and tongue and throat, it was ordering Marcus to march across the beach and get on her knees and….

“No, not bananas.” Marcus licked her lips.

Such scenes played out across the island, stories of victory, loss, and calamity. Some found the idols they sought, others fell behind, and still more found tricks and traps in their path.

High atop the windy cliffside a group of contestants answered riddles posed by an animated bust of Plato. Deep in the forest a shell hung above a perilous pit, surrounded by just enough super strong legos to build a ladder. Mandy & Tandy lured more wandering customers into their wheel of changes, and they even let one pass through victorious.

In the southern forest Cindy and her best friend Karla found a stone bridge spanning a tranquil river. Karla was a bit faster and first reached the wooden chest located at the bridge’s center.

“I did it!” Karla shouted. “I told you Karla, I told you I saw one of those sky beams point here. This is so much fun, I love scavenger hunts!”

“Uh huh,” Cindy said and bunched her fists. So Karla was taller and could run faster, that didn’t mean she should always get what she wants, did it? “Hey watch out, someone’s coming.”

Cindy shoved her with both hands as soon as Karla looked away, forcing her to flop over the knee-high bridge wall with a cry.

“Sorry babe,” Cindy said, “but you heard the lion. This is a competition.” While Karla splashed and glugged underneath the bridge (don’t worry, it was only a short fall), Cindy crouched and opened the chest. “ACK!” A poof of pink smoke and confetti burst out, blinding Cindy in a fruity smelling cloud.

In the water below Karla found her footing and coughed out a lungful of river. “Cindy you dick, I’m gonna kill you, I—ooh what’s that?” Karla wiped the water from her eyes and squinted at something that dangled from underneath the bridge by a thin rope. “Well I’ll be darned.”

Cindy didn’t notice when Karla marched back up the bridge, soaking wet and carrying the prized black clamshell with palm tree stencil.

She didn’t notice much at all because she was hunched over the railing, passionately sliding her hands all over her body and moaning at her myriad of amped up pleasure points. Cindy shoved one needy hand under her newly pink bikini bottoms, a perfect color that matched her new bright pink hair and the the pink hearts tattooed above her left breast. “holy shit holy shit holy shit,” Cindy muttered faster and faster, practically humping herself while Karla dried off and enjoyed the show.

The clock ticked closer and closer to 0, when the real games would begin.