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By Lambchop


"Oh Kelly, I just can't wait to get to the beach!" cried Sally, "The temperature is perfect. Our bathing suits are perfect. And I can tell that it's gonna be a perfect day!"
Kelly rolled her eyes playfully while looking at her. Sally had so much enthusiasm and optimism. What a contrast to my outlook on life, she thought. Kelly tended to look at everything in life with suspicion; if it looked too good to be true, it probably was. A perfect day, huh? It's probably gonna rain, or we'll get stuck next to some smelly fat guys or something. She looked at Sally again, who was grinning from ear to ear, and some of her cynicism started to melt away. Sally was a very good influence on her, Kelly thought. Just being with her made her whole outlook begin to change for the better.
"Well," Kelly finally admitted, "It does look like a nice day. Maybe it'll turn out to be a fun time after all." She couldn't help but smile.
They loaded up the car with food, extra clothes and their boom box radio and headed towards the shore parkway. Sally's dad had given her a brand new, candy apple red, Mercedes convertible for her eighteenth birthday. The car was her pride and joy. She washed it three times a week and kept it so polished that you could see yourself in the finish from at least 10 feet away.
The car was a perfect reflection of Sally herself. She was young, sleek and sexy, not to mention well built, just like the Mercedes. Long blond hair fell neatly over her shoulders and blew playfully in the wind as she zoomed along the parkway at 65 MPH. She drove like a typical teen with a fast new car. Safe enough to not get into an accident, but wild enough to piss off some of the older men driving their Chevys to and from work.
"Hey Kel," Sally called out, "How about some tunes? You wanna find a good station for me?"
"Sure, Sally" replied Kelly. She reached over to turn on the stereo and found a station playing Britney Spears. "How's that?" she asked.
"Great, I love Britney!"
Sally looked over at her friend. Although at first Kelly seemed to always rain on her parade, she had kinda grown on Sally, until finally they had ended up best friends. It seemed like ages ago that they'd first met in seventh grade. They both had a crush on the same boy, Greg Helmann. This, of course, led to a big fight, which almost escalated into a knock down brawl. Greg ended up going out with Karen, the class slut, instead. Go figure. So Kelly and Sally wound up becoming fast friends in their mutual contempt for the creep.
Kelly's body was almost as sexy as Sally's. She had thick light brown hair stylishly worn with a hairclip on top. Although her breasts were larger than Sally's, she wasn't fat by any definition of the word. She had the classic hourglass figure that drove the boys crazy, and probably some of the girls as well.
As Britney Spears and the two girls finished singing their version of her latest hit song, the clouds overhead parted and let the sun shine brightly through. The temperature immediately climbed a few more degrees and Sally began thinking about the killer suits they had bought the day before in that new store they had found downtown.
"Hey, Kelly, those new suits are so incredible, aren't they?" asked Sally.
"Yeah," replied Kelly, "They make us both look so hot! Those guys at the beach better watch out!" She giggled lightly, letting the air rush through her hair. "They'll never know what hit them!"
The store was a new one. Neither of them had seen it before. It was just like it popped up or something and they were drawn right inside. The two salesmen there were hot young guys, not the kind of people you'd think would be working in a women's clothing store, much less a swimwear store, but there they were. And they were very helpful. The two girls had flirted shamelessly with them and even managed to get a 35% discount on their purchases. Sally had thought about getting their phone numbers, but Kelly talked her out of it. Now, looking back, she wondered if she'd made the right choice. Oh, well, Kelly thought, you can't change the past, so just move along into the future.
A song by the Backstreet Boys came on and Sally and Kelly were off singing again, cruising down the highway, without a care in the world.
Yet.

Brian and John pulled the gate down over the back door of their boutique and locked it. It had been a busy morning, moving all of the "special" inventory to the locked room in the basement, away from curious eyes. Although this was not the first time they were leaving the store in the hands of their employees, they now had a lot more to protect than the latest swimwear fashions.
"Well," said Brian as he fastened the last lock in place, "That finishes up our work here. We have exactly a half an hour to get to the beach. The girls said they were going at 11:00. We have to hurry or we won't make it there in time.
"I know," replied John, grinning, "Let's get moving then. I've got my suit right here."
They got into their mint condition 1974 red and white Mustang convertible and took off towards the beach.
"Do you really think this'll work?" inquired John, "I mean, how sure are you that it'll happen?"
"It'll happen just like it did in our experiments, John," answered Brian, "It worked every time, remember? Every time."
"Yeah," continued John, "But what if the girls don't react the way we think they will? What if they put up a fight? What if they go to the Police?"
"Give me a break," sneered Brian, "Police? What the hell would they tell the Police? Who would believe them? Stop worrying and start planning what you're gonna do with your girl, all right?"
"All right," responded John sheepishly, "I will."
The Mustang sped down the parkway towards the beach.

The parking lot was just beginning to fill up as the girls found a spot that wasn't too far away from their favorite section of the beach. Sally and Kelly started unloading their car, enjoying the looks of envy from the guys in their broken down old cars. Sally thought about how lucky she was to have a rich and caring Dad. They made their way to the changing rooms, where they had to wedge past a fat old lady who couldn't make up her mind whether she was coming in or going out.
"Why do the fat ones always stop in the doorways?" Kelly asked, "I mean, how much brains does it take to get out of other people's way?"
"Oh, Kelly," replied Sally with a big grin, "Do you always have to get so pissed off at everybody?"
"Not if everybody would stop pissing me off!" snapped Kelly, as she entered the changing cubicle, with Sally right next door. "All right, I'll try not to let anyone else bother me today. Will that make you happy?"
"Oh yes, Kelly," answered Sally, "It really would. After all, we did come here to have some fun, and maybe pick up a couple of cute guys. You know, like the ones who sold us these killer suits?"
"They were cute, all right, but something didn't seem right about them," said Kelly, "They didn't look like they belonged there."
Sally finished changing into her suit and left the cubicle to look at herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. The sleek black suit really accentuated her breasts. They almost looked as big as Kelly's now! While turning and inspecting herself in the mirror, she caught another girl looking lustfully at her. As their eyes met, the girl turned away, embarrassed at being caught looking at another girl. Sally felt oddly turned on by the hunger in the girl's eyes, although she'd never admit it to another soul.
Kelly approached Sally as she was still examining herself in the mirror.
"Wow!" observed Kelly, "You look even better in that suit here than you did in the store!"
"Thanks," replied Sally, "Yours looks really sexy, too, you know."
And it did. If Sally's suit enhanced her breasts, then Kelly's suit molded hers into ripe melons, begging for attention. The bright red fabric of her bikini wrapped itself sparsely over her body, making it a package that any man would love to unwrap. She looked like she belonged on the cover of one of those swimsuit magazines that the men go crazy over.
They gathered their things and headed down to the sand. Kelly pitched the umbrella while Sally laid out the blanket and got out the suntan lotion. She spread it liberally over her exposed skin and then applied it to Kelly's. After finding another good station on their boom box, the two girls laid on the blanket and began checking out the guys. It was just another fun day at the beach.
Or so they thought... -=*=-
The Mustang roared into the lot and Brian pulled it into a tight spot between two minivans. They were traveling pretty light today, just their suits and a few towels, with a watertight plastic zipper bag hidden inside one of them. They walked to the changing rooms and put on their suits.
"I hope we can find them," said John, "It'll be such a waste if we can't."
"Will you please stop that?" complained Brian, "All you ever do is worry. You make me wonder why I ever involved you in this in the first place. All gloom and doom. I just don't understand you."
"Hey," said John excitedly, "Is that them over there?"
Brian looked over to where John was pointing and, sure enough, there were the girls!
"Yeah, that's them," replied Brian, also starting to get a little excited, "And it looks like they just got here. They haven't been in the water yet. They're still dry."
"Yup," said John, "Those are our suits, all right! Let's go say hello."
The guys made their way over to the girls, as nonchalantly as possible.

The girls were busy absorbing the sun's rays when they noticed the guys approach.
"Oh my God, Kelly!" cried Sally, "Look who's coming over here. It's those two guys from the swimwear shop!"
"What?" asked a shocked Kelly, "What're they doing here?"
"I think we're about to find out," said Sally, with a slight giggle.
The two guys stopped about five feet away from the girls' blanket and stood there, admiring them.
"Hey, girls," said Brian with a big smile, "You look really great in those suits. Do you remember us? I'm Brian and this is John. We sold you those suits, and, might I add, at a pretty good discount, you know."
"Hi Brian," replied Sally, "Hey, John. Nice to see you guys again."
"Aren't you guys supposed to be working today?" asked Kelly, suspiciously.
"It's our day off," replied John, evenly, "We had some free time and decided to check out the beach. We never thought we'd run into you girls." He smiled broadly at the girls to cover up his lie.
Kelly looked at both guys again and started to feel a little uneasy. Brian was hot. Neatly combed sandy blond hair and piercing blue eyes, highlighted his perfect face. He was slim, muscular, well tanned, and just her type. John, on the other hand, was a perfect match for Sally's tastes. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and was a little heavier than Brian, but still in great shape. He obviously worked out at the gym. The pair looked like nice, normal guys. Kelly again began to wonder if she was being overly critical, something that she was often accused of. What the hell, she thought, what could happen at the beach?"Man, it's hot out here," said Brian, wiping some sweat from his forehead and setting down their towels next to the girls, "You girls take a dip yet?"
"Not yet," answered Sally, "But I'm game. How about you, Kel?"
"Sure," said Kelly, giving up on tanning for the time being, "Let's go hit the waves."
"I have to use the restroom," said John, "I'll meet you guys in the water in a few."
John turned to walk towards the building where the restrooms were located. The girls innocently proceeded toward the water, never noticing Brian slip the plastic zipper bag into his bathing suit.

Brian followed the girls into the water, feeling the relief the water offered from the heat. Several minutes later, after taking care of some details, John joined them in the cool water. The foursome went pretty far out into the ocean, enjoying the cooling effect from the water on such a hot day. Luckily, the beach was pretty much deserted, since this was a Tuesday morning and most of the other people were sitting in the air conditioning at work. Brian steered them to an area of the water where they would be pretty much alone. The water was clear enough to make out the girls' killer bodies from their close perspective, but it was too murky for anyone not close by to see much. This spot was about as perfect as Brian could have hoped for.Now they only had to wait. Fortunately for them, it didn't take long...

The girls had been in the water for about fifteen minutes and were swimming and generally having a good time, joking with the boys when it started. Kelly felt it first. At first she wasn't quite sure what had happened. She was swimming along when she suddenly felt her bikini top disintegrate. It just dissolved! She stopped swimming and her hands immediately went over her breasts, as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. She was too shocked to scream, and she didn't want to draw attention to herself in her condition anyway.
Just as she was starting to come to her senses, she felt her bikini bottoms dissolve just like her top did. This was just too much! What was she supposed to do? As she started to panic, she looked over to Sally and saw that the same thing had happened to her! What the hell was going on here? Both girls were struggling to keep their private parts covered and stay under the water. It was at this point in the confusion that they remembered that the guys were swimming right there next to them.
While struggling to keep their modesty, the two girls looked over at the guys hovering next to them and noticed for the first time, the big smiles on their faces. They weren't shocked by any of this at all! In fact, it looked like they had been expecting this to happen! Kelly began to get angry.
"You fucking piece of shit," she said to Brian while still trying to keep her breasts and pussy hidden from view, "What kind of suits did you fucking sell us?
"Take it easy," said Brian, "I'll explain it all in a minute. The important thing right now is not to draw attention to yourselves. Just try to act normal, okay?"
"Normal?" asked an astonished Sally, "Normal? How the fuck are we supposed to act normal when we're floating naked in the ocean at a public beach? Are you assholes on drugs or something?"
"Don't worry," said John, "Brian has something for you to wear. There are just a few conditions. That's all."
"Conditions?" repeated Kelly, getting more and more pissed by the minute, "What kind of conditions?"
"They're simple, really," said Brian, "The suits you bought dissolve after fifteen minutes when they are exposed to water. I have another set of them here in this waterproof bag." He held up the bag containing the suits for the girls to see. "The only problem is that it takes longer than fifteen minutes for you girls to get home."
"No problem," answered Kelly, quickly, "We can change into the clothes that we brought."
"Unfortunately, that's not an option," replied Brian, "You see, John here, took all your stuff and packed it up for you and put it in the trunk of our car. I'm afraid that you'll be stuck with these suits or nothing."
"Those suits amount to nothing in about fifteen minutes," replied Sally, "So what's the difference?"
"Smart girl," answered Brian, "You see, John and I live about ten minutes away from here. Once you put these suits on, we'll whisk you to our place before the suits dissolve. That is...if you hurry."
"This is ludicrous!" exclaimed Sally, "After all the shit you put us through, you expect us to go to your place? Never in a million years!"
"All right," replied Brian, shaking his head, "It's your decision. Let's go John." He turned to leave.
"Wait," called Kelly, "I don't see how we have any choice in this matter. What happens when we get to your place? You're not gonna rape us or anything, are you?"
"Of course not," responded Brian, "Once you arrive at our place, you must remain there for two hours. What you do there is your choice. The only thing you must do is take a shower, so that we can be sure that all the chemical residue is off your skin. What you do after that is your own decision."
"We don't have to do anything?" asked a surprised Kelly, "What's the catch? Are there hidden cameras in the showers? Are we gonna be on some porno web page?"
"No catch," replied Brian evenly, "We feel a little guilty testing our discovery this way and we want to make it up to you. So what do you say? Should I open the bag of suits and start the fifteen minute countdown?"
"What do you say Kelly?" asked Sally.
"Like I said earlier," replied Kelly, "We appear to have no choice. Give us the suits, Brian."
Brian gingerly opened the bag and handed a matching top and bottom to each girl. The suits were identical to the ill-fated ones that the girls had worn to the beach that morning. The girls turned away from the two boys and quickly put on the suits. As soon as they were done, all four of them rushed wordlessly from the water and into Brian's Mustang.

The ride was indeed a short one. By the time they pulled up into Brian's driveway, the girls were getting very nervous. The suits were only good for fifteen minutes and close to fourteen, by Kelly's estimate, had passed. As soon as Brian turned off the ignition, the girls were out of the car and waiting by the side door of the rather large and beautiful brick and stone house. Brian met them at the door with his keys dangling from his right hand.
"Hurry up already!" said Kelly desperately, "We're gonna be standing out here in public totally nude in a matter of seconds!"
Brian slid the key into the lock, unlocked it, and opened the door leading into a spacious living room. Kelly and Sally pushed past him just in the nick of time as they felt the remnants of their suits drop from their bodies and dissolve, leaving virtually no trace that they had ever existed at all. John and Brian hurried inside and closed and relocked the doors.
The girls, still breathing hard from their ordeal, started to relax, until, of course, they realized that they were again totally naked. Once again, their hands tried, unsuccessfully, to cover their various intimate body parts.
They looked around the room and were surprised at the elegant surroundings. The walls were papered in a soft pastel print of some type, with large bay windows taking up the front wall of the room. Mercifully, the blinds were closed, so they didn't have to worry about being seen by people outside. The floors were covered with a deep shag carpet, spotlessly white, which felt like heaven to their bare feet. The furniture was comfortable looking and obviously very expensive. An impressive professional stereo unit stood across from the windows.Kelly wondered what the deal was with these two guys. They were obviously well off. Kelly had expected a mess of an apartment, probably over a bar or video store or something. This place was beautiful. Why, she wondered, would these guys have to resort to something like this to get girls? Any girls who caught sight of this place would be foolish to let these guys go. Someone, she corrected herself, who wasn't forced to come here, unlike the manner in which the two of them had gotten here. She started to get angry again, but was determined to hold it in. These guys had the two of them at their mercies.
It was then that Kelly noticed an odd scent in the air. It seemed remotely familiar, yet was unlike anything else she had ever smelled before. It was pleasurable, but not overly strong. It made her mind drift away from her current predicament and made her think of more pleasant times; times she spent with her family when she was younger. She thought of her mother singing her to sleep, and felt the warm love in her voice. Maybe this whole thing wasn't so bad after all, she thought.
Kelly deliberately lowered her hands from covering her breasts and pussy and stood there, in full view of the two boys. Sally, also in a daze, followed suit and lowered her hands to her sides.
Brian stared at both of the girls, but he kept most of his attention on Kelly. Her beautiful brown eyes and hair really accentuated her awesome body. She had the nicest set of breasts he had ever seen before in his life. Large pink nipples, the size of silver dollars, stood pointing up at the ceiling sat on top of those big, juicy melons that had previously been barely hidden by the brief bikini top. As Brian's eyes continued downward, they encountered a cute little innie belly button in the middle of a well proportioned stomach, below which was a neatly shaved, delicious looking pussy, atop well toned legs and professionally pedicured and painted toenails.
While Brian was busy taking in Kelly's beauty, John was absorbing Sally's. Her sky blue eyes and blond hair were a real turn on for John. Her breasts were different than Kelly's, he noticed. Almost as large, but with smaller, pointier nipples, upturned as if they had a mind of their own. Although it was hard for John to take his eyes off her breasts, he forced himself to continue exploring her body and noticed that her soft blond pubic hair was shaved into the shape of a small heart. How cute! It was so sparse that it barely hid the folds of her pussy below. Her well tanned legs and dainty feet completed the picture of perfection. How lucky the two of them were to find these awesome looking girls!
"Didn't you guys say something about us having to take a shower, or something?" Kelly asked, suddenly concerned with the effects of the chemicals on her sensitive skin.
"Er, yeah," muttered John, unable to take his eyes off of the beautiful naked girls standing totally uncovered before him, "The main bathroom is up the stairs, third door to the right. You can't miss it."
As the girls turned to go up the winding carpeted stairway, they felt the boys' eyes on their asses and began to get oddly excited.

As soon as the girls were out of sight, Brian stood and walked over to the wall directly opposite the bay window. Picking up a special remote control hidden behind the stereo, he pushed a button marked "open" and a hidden panel opened above the stereo unit, exposing a multitude of meters and controls.
"Is the gas level okay?" John asked.
"It's reading 0.28," answered Brian, "That's about right. I'll set it to increase gradually to 0.33 and open the flow to the upstairs bathroom as well. That should take care of any residual apprehensions the girls might have, don't you think?"
"Definitely," confirmed John, "By the time they finish their showers, they'll think that we're the sexiest guys in the world. I wouldn't be surprised if they even had fantasies about marrying us, or something." John grinned from ear to ear.
Brian closed the panel and began walking toward the first floor bathroom.
"We'd better shower too," he remarked, "We don't want the girls tasting sea water, do we?"
"Nope," replied John, "You go first. I'll refill the canister that we'll use later on their car."