Beach Babes Part 3

The cool water lapped at Ryan’s legs as the girls led him deeper into the sea, the gentle waves rising to his hips. His body felt foreign, the weight of his new, enormous breasts making every movement awkward. He could feel the tug of the tight pink bikini bottoms against his skin, the snug fabric clinging to his widened hips and slender thighs. His hands stayed glued to his chest, barely able to contain the soft mounds spilling out from between his fingers. The humiliation was unbearable, but the girls seemed to revel in his discomfort.

They guided him toward a brightly colored inflatable ring floatie bobbing in the water, pushing it close so he could sit on it. The float was bright pink, matching the bikini he wore, and its round shape made him feel even more ridiculous. One of the girls grinned as she gave him a playful shove, sending him tumbling backward onto the float. His hands immediately flew to his chest again, struggling to keep his breasts from bouncing uncontrollably as he landed.

“There we go, babe,” one of the girls cooed, her voice sweet and teasing. “Now, let’s get you all set up for the perfect tan.”

Ryan tried to protest, but his words came out as a soft whimper. The floatie wobbled beneath him, leaving him sprawled out, legs draped over the sides of the ring as the girls surrounded him. Before he could say anything, they pulled out another bottle of tanning oil, the glistening liquid reflecting the sunlight. The girls wasted no time, squeezing the oil into their hands and rubbing it onto his exposed skin.

Their hands moved quickly, expertly spreading the slick oil across his arms, his stomach, and then—much to his embarrassment—over his breasts. They coated every inch of him, making sure his skin gleamed in the sunlight. His breasts, now glossy and glistening, jiggled slightly with every movement as he struggled to maintain his grip on them. Ryan’s face burned with shame, but the girls only giggled, clearly enjoying his helplessness.

"Don’t worry," one of them said with a wink. "We’ve got one more little adjustment to make."

Ryan blinked, confused, as they reached for the waistband of his bikini bottoms. He squirmed, trying to stop them, but they easily peeled the tight pink fabric down his legs and tossed it into the water. His heart pounded as he lay there, vulnerable and exposed. But they were quick to replace it with something far worse.

One of the girls held up a tiny pink thong, her smile widening as she slid it up his legs. The fabric was barely there—just a thin string running between his cheeks and a tiny triangle covering the front. Ryan gasped as he felt the thong snap into place, the string riding high on his hips and exposing his entire backside.

“There, that’s better,” one of the girls said, slapping his now-bare bottom playfully. “You’ll get the best tan like this.”

Ryan’s mind spun, struggling to process what was happening. The float rocked gently beneath him as the girls stepped back to admire their handiwork. His large, oiled-up breasts spilled over his hands, his skin glistening in the sunlight. The pink thong left nothing to the imagination, exposing his entire ass to the warm rays of the sun. He felt utterly humiliated, but his body was so slick with oil, so slippery, that any attempt to sit up and cover himself only sent him sliding back onto the float.

The girls gave him a final, satisfied look. “Enjoy your day, babe. We’ll check on you later.”

With that, they turned and waded back toward the shore, leaving Ryan floating helplessly in the shallow sea. The sun blazed overhead, beating down on his already tanned skin. His oiled body gleamed in the light, the sensation of the warm sun mixing with the cool water lapping at his exposed thighs and ass. He squirmed uncomfortably, but the float made it impossible to sit up without losing his balance, and his hands remained glued to his chest, trying to keep his bouncing breasts under control.

Hours passed as Ryan floated there, helpless and humiliated. The sunburned into his skin, deepening his tan with every passing minute. His body began to shimmer with a perfect bronze glow, his chest rising and falling with slow, defeated breaths. The floatie drifted lazily in the shallow water, his oiled breasts gleaming, and his bare ass fully exposed, the thin string of the thong cutting sharply against his slick, tanned skin.

As the day dragged on, Ryan’s mind wandered, lost in the haze of heat and embarrassment. Every time he tried to shift or adjust, the float would rock beneath him, sending his large breasts jiggling in his hands. The thong only added to his discomfort, its tight strings leaving deep tan lines that would forever remind him of this nightmare.

The girls never returned that afternoon. Instead, Ryan was left alone, baking under the hot sun, his body slowly transforming into the perfect beach bimbo they wanted him to be. By the time the sun began to set, he had completely lost track of time, his body limp and glistening on the floatie. He wasn’t just humiliated—he was changed. Every inch of his tanned, oiled skin was a reminder that he had become their plaything, floating helplessly under the sun, trapped in a body he no longer recognized.