Randy struggled desperately to free himself from the grip of the giggling bimbo in the pool. He couldn't let himself become a girl, let alone a big-boobed idiot of a girl. As hard as he struggled, the grip on his leg was increadible. So instead of pulling, he decided to kick out and hopefully shake her off.
Randy jerked his leg wildly and his heart leaped when he felt the fingers slip off. It immediately sank again when he felt his foot hit the water, sending up spray that drenched his lower leg. He struggled to his feet and quickly backed away from the pool, his wet foot making a squelching sound with each step. He hoped that a little water would be okay, that he wouldn't sprout boobs and lose his mind.
Well, Randy was half lucky. As he contined to back away from the water's edge, he didn't sprout a pair of breasts. He did, however, start to change. His chest swelled, becoming broader and more muscular. His skin started to darken a few shades into the orange of an artificial tan. His hair grew out a few inches and lightened into bleached golden blond curls as his face shifted to be better suited for his changing beach beefcake bod.
Randy stared in shock as his arms gained muscle, quickly followed by his legs. A strange stirring in his pants and he quickly reached down with larger hands to feel an obscene bulge in his pants. "Dude," he said, "I'm huge!"
Then he realized his voice had changed into a stereotypical surfer dude voice, which matched the 'dude' that had popped out of his mouth without him thinking about it. As Randy was about to panic, he noticed a totally hot chick with huge boobalicious tits floating in the pool. His newly enhanced cock immediately sprung to attention and Randy started flexing his new muscles, feeling more aroused as he did so. God, they would both be, like, so hot if they fucked, he thought to himself through the horny fog quickly clouding his mind.
