Pussy Magnet 2: The Beach

It was around 3am as Ivan ran towards the fence carrying a small rolled up rug. Once next to it he looked up as Rick said there was barbed wire. 

In no time he unrolled the rug and threw it over the fence giving him a safe way over the fence. Without hesitation he climbed up and over. Once on the other side he grabbed the run and quickly rolled it back up.

Now the fun part could begin.

The junkyard must have some good cars somewhere. Rick had said he’d seen quite a few interesting ones coming and going. This was not just some scrappers dump. 

Ivan cautiously walked around searching through the aisles. He was beginning to lose hope when he noticed a bright red object towards the back of one of the rows. He ran down making sure to keep as quiet as possible.

To his surprise it was a mint red 80’s sports car. It seemed to stick out like a sore thumb here. A car that was in virtually perfect condition among a sea of scrap and crap. 

Ivan smiled as he walked over to the driver’s door. It was unlocked. This was too easy.

There were some clothes in the back seat that Ivan didn’t notice as he threw the rug on top of them and sat down behind the wheel quietly closing the door.

He began looking all around for the keys. The glove box, under the seat and finally the sun visor. Nothing, he was getting a little upset when he looked at the ignition. There they were sticking halfway out.

His luck was amazing tonight.

He quickly pulled out his phone and opened up his text conversation with Rick and quickly wrote: “Got car, get gate”.

In an instant Rick responded with: “done”.

Ivan turned the keys and the car started right up. Immediately Ivan noticed the vibrations, this car was a monster and he was pumped.

He kicked it into drive and peeled out towards the gate.

In no time he was slowing down for Rick who hopped in. Ivan stepped on the gas and they were gone.

———-

Rick looked around the car as Ivan continued racing through the streets.

“This is a pretty nice car, I never even thought something like this would have been in there. Not too crazy about this weird blanket upholstery though.”

Rick grabbed onto the seat and began feeling it.

“It’s just a blanket idiot.”

“Whatever, where we bringing this to? Hector? Dimitri?”

Ivan took a sharp turn and the rug rolled off the back seat onto the floor revealing the clothes. He glanced in the rear view in time to see them.

Rick noticed and turned around, “What do we have here?”

Rick reached back and grabbed the clothes bringing them towards the front.

It was some old women’s clothes but they seemed almost brand new. There was a matching bikini set with pineapples printed all over it along with some white short shorts, a long white lace scarf and a very strange short tank top.

Rick held some of the stuff up, “I guess we know who the past owners of this car were.”

Ivan glanced over and smirked. 

In his head he seemed to be drifting. He kept hearing a faint female voice whispering over and over “The beach, the beach, you want to go to the beach.”

Thinking it was just him being tired he tried his best to shake it off and kept on.

Rick threw the clothes down on the ground in front of him, “So where we going? I heard that Hector-

"The beach.”

“What?”

“What?”

“You just said the beach.”

“Did I?”

“Yeah… are you alright. You’re not tired or anything are you?”

“Well a little but, never mind. Don’t worry about it. I know where we’re going. It’s just gonna take a while but the payoff will be good.”

“Alright, well in that case I’m gonna get some sleep. How long you thinking?”

“Maybe two hours.”

“Ok.”

Rick got himself comfortable and in no time was fast asleep.

Ivan kept on driving. Most of the roads he was taking were completely abandoned. The headlights illuminating continuous stretches of nothing. It was becoming hypnotic. The voice started in his head again, “Go to the beach. You want to go to the beach. It’s where you belong.”

Ivan spoke to himself “I will go to the beach.” However his voice was not his own, it was that of the woman’s in his head.

The rumbling was getting to him. He could feel the tension building up inside. He continued to do his best to keep the car straight and pay attention to the road. But between the voice, they highway hypnosis and the increasingly enjoyable vibrations he was on the verge of losing it.

He bit his lip as he tried to hold in whatever was trying to get out. It felt like he was about to explode when his seat belt tightened and pulled him back to his seat. His hand were ripped off the steering wheel but the car kept on driving.

He was now fully able to enjoy everything and after only a moment he moaned with pleasure in his new womanly voice as he orgasmed.

As he did long blonde hair shot out from his scalp and covered his face.

He closed his eyes as the orgasm grew in intensity.

Two B cup breasts burst out from his chest as he let out another moan.

The cars gentle vibrations were increasing. Each moment Ivan’s body slimmed and became more feminine as he squirmed with pleasure still held tight by the seat belt.

He began to rub his crotch to try and increase his pleasure. Each stroke rubbed a bit of his penis away until there was nothing left but a new tight pussy.

The seat belt loosened and she cleared the hair from her face revealing a soft but serious face in the rear view.

Ivania moaned. She was all here now. There was no Ivan left.

She smiled as she felt her whole body tingle as Ivan’s clothes melted away. Slowly the pineapple bikini crept up her naked body firmly attaching themselves around her crotch and breasts.

Like a ghost the scarf wrapped itself around her arms.

All she could think about now was going to the beach with her best friend Rachael.

She looked over to Rick and noticed the changes had started with him.

She whispered to herself, “Make her sexy.”

Still completely asleep Rick’s chests began to push out into two breasts.

Ivania smiled and began playing with herself. “Make them bigger.”

Rick’s breasts reached A.

“Bigger.”

B Cup.

“Bigger!”

C Cup.

She smiled as she increased her intensity.

Long dirty blonde hair sprouted out of Rick’s scalp falling to the sides of her.

His face slowly began to reshape as the vibrations started up again much to Ivania’s enjoyment.

Soon Rick’s face was soft and sported a very cute chin and nose along with soft cheeks and lips.

Ivania reached over and felt Rick’s breasts as she fingered herself.

Rick’s body began to morph as his arms and legs shrunk in size and became hairless.

Ivania slid her hand down Rick’s new feminine arm to her long manicured fingernails.

She let out a squeak of pleasure. 

Rick turned in his seat away from Ivania in time for her to see his ass swell out to female proportions.

“Fuck yes!” Ivania moaned as she continued to finger herself looking on at the nearly transformed Rick.

She reached over and stuck her hand down his pants and began to rub it, syncing it up with her own.

She could feel his privates disappear with each movement. She was on the verge of orgasming again.

After a few more strokes Rick’s penis was gone and Ivania felt her fingers inside of her.

She let out a massive moan. She leaned back to her side of the seat and slunk down letting the orgasm take over her.

She looked over at Rick now completely female and she let out a scream of pleasure as the car drove down the highway.

———-

Rick began to stir. He wasn’t one to wake up easily but as soon as he realized the car was parked he shot up.

He looked over to the driver’s side, “Are we here?”

To his surprise a super hot blonde sat next to him, “Yes! We made it to the beach!”

Still stirring awake all Rick could say was, “What?”

It was then he realized something wasn’t right. His voice was off and something was… different.

He looked in his side view mirror and to his horror saw an equally hot blonde starring back at him.

“What the fuck!”

Rick was dressed in the strange short tank top. Past his large tits he saw his old shirt tied around his waist covering up the white short shorts.

“It let you keep the shirt! It makes your outfit so much cuter!”

Still in complete horror Rick looked over to the other girl.

“Ivan?”

She giggled, “Ivania.”

“No! No! This… this is a dream. I’m gonna wake up and we’ll still be driving.”

Ivania giggled some more, “Rachael, stop kidding around!”

“Rachael?”

Ivania reached over towards the glove box and opened it up.

She pulled out a black choker.

“I found this along with your necklaces earlier when you were sleeping. I was gonna take it but I think it actually might complete your outfit perfectly. You have the whole west cost beach slut look almost perfect! No offense.” She giggled some more.

“Ivan! What’s wrong with you, why are you acting like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like… like… a-”

Ivania looked at her sternly.

“Look Rachael, I drove all night to get here early. All I want is to find someone and go somewhere quiet and have some fun. I know you want that too!  But for whatever reason you’re not making it easy for me. Now put on the choker and let’s go!”

Ivania reached over and tried to put the choker around Rick’s neck.

Rick instinctively pushed her away and did everything to avoid her.

He quickly went for the door only for it to immediately lock. The seat belt around him suddenly tightened restricting his arms.

“No! Ivan don’t! You need to snap out of it! We’re not women!”

Ivania looked at him funny. She cupped then shook her breasts, “These say otherwise and last time I checked yours were bigger than mine!”

“Please! Don’t put that on. We can just go. Maybe if we leave we’ll change back!”

Ivania reached over and slowly put on the choker.

“NO! Ivan don’t put that on… don’t…”

Rick’s mind began to falter. He couldn’t focus anymore.

“I…I’m Ri…Rick. I’m…”

Rachael’s seat belt loosened and undid itself as her door opened.

She looked over towards the beach. 

A buff surfer walked by and looked right at her.

Rachael immediately felt horny, she moved the hair out of her face.

“Sup?”

She smiled as he walked towards the shore.

Ivania looked over the dashboard at a skinny, curvy chick readying a towel.

She licked her lips.

Rachael turned to Ivania, “I’ll meet you here later.”

“Go get him!”

Rachael ran out.

Ivania quickly redid her hair in the mirror making sure she looked perfect and strutted over to the beach chick.

The doors to the red sports car quickly closed as its engine came to life.

In no time Rachael had her arm interlocked with the buff surfer as Ivania gave the beach chick a rather risque massage.

The car kicked into drive and sped off leaving the newly created beach sluts to their pleasures.