\tIt yearns for escalation - and so it arrives in the form of a nine-year-old girl who spots you from afar. There's a moment of consideration, and then---!!
\tIt's a high-spirited advance!!
\tShe bounds toward you excitedly with long, thundering strides, striking the ground explosively and dusting up huge plumes of sand like fireworks. The weight of her body does nothing to slow her down, completely defiant of the immense gravity that should be keeping her assets steady, but she simply doesn't care - she's too damn happy to let the idea that 'all things must come down' actually get her down!
\t"HEY! You there!" she calls, her raspy voice set to a constant clapping metronome. It's as if her body is as carefree as her attitude, each grossly oversized breast slapping against her torso and collapsing into her cleavage with ripples of flesh and fur across her cocoa colored physique. Her buttocks behaved similarly, twerking and tossing about like a public safety hazard. You fear for your life as you stare down the barrel of the incoming pre-pubescent missile--
\t-- only to realize she's completely subverted such an obvious route. Instead she's completely disarmed her approached, preferring something a little more tactful; a little more tasteful; a little more concerning and questionable for such a young lady so richly covered in dense, wiry black short hairs that glisten in the hot sun, each indelicate and tameless fiber drenched in oils and scented leavings. She fuckin' stunk, and she fuckin' loves it - and she knew you loved it, too, among with everything else - whether you liked it or not.
\tEspecially if you spent this round turning away, lest any given passersby catch you staring.
\t"Hey! LOSER! Check out THESE bad boys!" THG'GLUNK BH'GLORNK BUH'GLOONK GH'BLORNK-- You can't tell what her body is filled with, but you question how such a young lady could have gained such impossibly massive implants in the first place. You hear footsteps passing you by - and you realize a jogger with a full jug had come sloshing by, leaving the full soundscape of her flesh to THWACKPTH'THWOCK'THWOPF'THWACK'THWPPF'THWOCK-- As if her body refused to stop spanking itself with every little motion; caught in a permanent state of taunting and teasing.
\tYou've never seen a more arrogant bundle of energy.
\t"Ho ho--oh! What's with THOSE looks, huh!? You like staring at little girls on the beach, creep!? Take a good, long look, then! You're lucky I'm feeling generous today - in fact, starting right now, YOU get to do whatever I say! Aren't YOU lucky!? That's right, minion - I'M in charge around here, and my first, order, of, business, IS--!"
\tSmall, slender fingers glide down her massive thighs, bristling through the rich, wiry network of short dark hairs that brush against her hairier knuckles. For brief milliseconds her fingers seem to disappear entirely as they molest 'round her bloated thighs and the densely clustered forest of pubes crawling around her groin in wiry patches. She flashes you a bright, toothy grin, the sound of her fingers gliding through her short hairs becoming fascinatingly loud and bristly. CLAP-- CLAP-- both hands whip out of her leg pubes and slap onto the mountainous bulk of her buttocks, each hairy asshock many times larger than her own head!
\t"-- that YOU'RE not gonna let any of this eye candy go to waste! Heh heh! Aren't I just the BEST!? Suck it in, bad boy! This aaaaall natural - yep! I grew ALL of this myself! Every last inch; every last hair! Perfect leadership material, right? 'Course it is! I'M the hairiest, so whatever I say, you do - or ELSE!"
\tTHWACK. Another slap on her buttocks before her hands bristle upward to show off her forearms and their hirsute surface - and in doing so ends up placing her hands behind her head, letting her incredibly dense, unshaven pits soak in the sunlight and happily gush fresh, salty sweat down her thin sides, buttery buttocks, and titanic thigh-flesh. One could almost hear her underarms growling with raw, untapped sweat - there's no doubt in your mind that her pits could produce fresh, drinkable water just from the sheer filtration of her 'pit hair alone.
\tShe's too much - and she's barely gotten started. You see the threading of her swimsuit starting to come undone as she rocks her body around and sweats on command, moments away from public embarrassment. Worse, it wasn't just the subtle groans and the inner-gurglings of growth - you knew that she was becoming hairier before your eyes, as if the constant wagging and slapping of her excited tail were cranking out the stuff faster and faster from her body.
\tAs if she were directly becoming hairier because of you.
\t"Hey! I've got a great idea - let's meet up with a couple of my other followers! I've got some loyal minions in my crew, and some of 'em are off buyin' a lot of ice cream for your's truly, an' I'm gonna need some help finishing it off! A-And...!"
\tYou can sense a subtle reddish blush beneath her fur. It pales in comparison to the way her pubes seem to heave into her swimsuit, straining it to its limits with hot, dark, sweat-soaked hair. This isn't any sort of bashfulness, though - this is just giddy, increasingly unrestrained excitement. She's almost vibrating with anticipation, shuddering on the spot with knees nearly knocking together and tail slicing through the air with loud swish-swosh-swishes.
\t"-- And you're invited, okay!? So let's go! I'll race you to the hideaway -- and you'd better come! I mean it! I've got a LOT to be responsible for, so I'm gonna need YOUR help! Now let's go, let's go! Move it, lackey -- there's no time to waste!"
\tAnd so she dashes off in a surge of panting and excitement, much the same way she had met you mere minutes prior, leaving you to watch her long strides; her explosive impacts; the immensity of her body.
\tThere's a reasonable amount of hesitation. One is not simply approached by a living fertility statue every other day. She's left her mark on you; one after another, impact after impact, leaving your inhibitions in a smouldering crater of friendliness and enthusiasm.
\tThe shade isn't quite as appealing as you remember. At least, not the kind offered by these trees and structures, no - you yearned for a different shade, one found beneath the shadow of others and their fun, colorful whims. Beneath their scent. Beneath their heat. She's in charge - she said it herself.
\tThe girl's footprints lead east, down, down past the lifeguard's purview and away from the crowds; beyond the rocks and stones where only the bravest would dare to dwell.
\tYou feel compelled by the scent lingering beyond the sea; weakened by her gestures and her crass displays; obedient in answering the call.
\tFollowing the leader.
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