The warm rays of the morning sun bore down on the sandy shores of the local beach resort that had just opened its doors to the public, with plenty of families, couples and beach enthusiasts enjoying their time sunbathing or riding the waves.

But behind the friendly faces of the receptionists and workers, a far darker side stirred in the background, carts of viral nanomachines lying dormant in tanks waiting to be deployed in the ocean, vats of highly experimental chemicals and gasses boiling away down in the basement, ready to be pumped through the hidden pipelines that ran through the entirety of the resort, every single member of the public that entered an unwary participant to be tested on.

With their scientists and men at the ready, the shady group sets their sights on a certain couple enjoying themselves on the beach, taking notes as they note down the particulars of the guests that had signed in that morning, the guests that would be the first of many test subjects as they push a red button to signal the start of the experiment.

–

Ben and his slightly older girlfriend; Sarah, had come down to the beach to beat the morning crowd at the newly opened resort simply called Entertania, satisfied when they had found themselves at the front of the queue as they booked a three day stay at the resort’s hotel rooms, planning to enjoy their weekend there together after the gruelling crunch of college exams.

And by the time noon came around, the pair were already happily spread out on the sandy beach, with Ben preparing to head out for a swim after having a round of volleyball with Sarah, the athletic tomboy beating him out with a score of 3 to 1.

“Careful not to drown out there! Wouldn't mind adding another to the scoreboard~”

Laughing off his girlfriend’s teasing as he waved her off to the stands, Ben wade's out into the gentle caress of the warm water, swimming a decent distance out to sea as he begins to swim around at his own leisure.

Unaware of the subtle dark blue cloud blending in with the waves as they slowly gather beneath the figure of the young man, seeping into the white foam of the waves as the microscopic invaders begin their work, melding into the sea soaked body and releasing chemical payloads that begin to alter Ben’s form, his rough, chiselled physique pulsing outwards subtly into a much more curvaceous form free of scars and body hair, abundant muscle giving way for healthy layers of fat to fold over beneath the radiant butter smooth skin that had supplanted the tanned worn exterior.

Soon, there wasn’t a young man swimming in the waters anymore, with the former engineering student now looking much more older and feminine with how his bulky arms and toughened legs had slimmed out into long slender limbs that matched well with the wider hips and rounder torso, dainty fingers slapping at the water as alluring feet waded along, giving notice to the much more perkier rear that bobbed and jiggled with each thrust, all of it clad in skin that sparkled in the rays of the sun as people on the beach begin to take notice of what they assume to be a beautiful girl swimming all on her own, jealous girlfriends and wives slapping their partners.

Although it wouldn’t be long for their assumptions to become a reality.

With the physical changes still progressing, the chemicals flooding Ben’s body begin to work on his brain, triggering hormonal changes while tampering with memories as estrogen begins to pump from the fresh ovaries that bordered both sides of the womb pulsing within Ben’s warm, belly, the six-pack now replaced with a toned layer of fat and tender flesh, looking like that of a woman that had experienced plenty of childbirth, with widened handlebars lending credence to that fact, a seductive thigh gap between supple legs leading to a dripping slit that had at some point, devoured the dangling member rendered flaccid and useless by the nanomachines, converting the male organ into a small mass of nerves now twitching atop the loose snatch as a spray of useless semen leaks out of it, melting away into the ocean foam as the newborn woman feels a pang of warmth strobe through her loins, up her curvy back and into the teats of her needy breasts.

Suppressing her urges, Ben, or Nina, as she now knew herself by, manages to turn herself around, heading back to shore as she giggled to herself, luscious brows flitting as a warm blush settles on her cheeks, alluring eyes narrowing in need as she shook off the sudden dizziness that had overtaken her, new skills that felt natural to her coming to mind as slow practiced strokes send her away from the treacherous ocean, the men’s boxers that were about to snap around her wide hips disassembling into loose threads that spread up and around Nina’s curvaceous body into a form fitting one piece swimsuit, cinching her flesh as straps tightened around lean shoulders, digging in between her peachy ass and struggling to contain her milk filled udders as a beauty mark manifests itself on her left breast. Paying the changes no heed as she continues to swim to shore.

Nina was, as far as she could remember, an experienced swimmer after all, spending her youth winning tournaments and, whenever she wasn’t swimming, participating in gravure shoots. A natural swimmer with amazing looks to boot, and an equally salacious vixen, sleeping around with whomever took her fancy. Memories of having sex bareback in the pool of her highschool almost everyday of the week taking root in her mind where dates and intimate moments with a tomoy she no longer remembered once were

That was the raunchy life of fame she lived. Until she finally settled down with the man of her dreams, giving up on her ‘adventurous’ lifestyle once she had bore her husband many children, raising them all with equal love and care, with the exception of a certain daughter of hers that hadn’t fallen far from the tree that gave her life.

With sandal-clad feet finally back on land, the MILF that had taken the place of the young college student confidently struts back to the location of her beach umbrella, chestnut brown eyes narrowing as she takes in the hungry eyes directed on her body, stripping her naked in their minds as she shot each one a flirtatious smile, stroking aside her long fringe of azure blue hair with a slender hand as she went, wide hips swinging hypnotically from side to side, heaving breasts jiggling with each step. Through all the envious stares, the jealous girls knew the woman before them was in a whole other league, Nina knew it as well, the world was her catwalk and she knew how to play the game.

Eyeing the blonde stud sunbathing next to a young boy, Nina quickens her pace as she picked up the sun hat her husband had bought for her during their latest honeymoon, giving him a show with her cleavage as she places it over her head, the man smiling warmly at her sending another pang of need through her aching body.

“Babe! I’m back! How were the kids?”

Hearing the question, the man laughed awkwardly before rubbing his head apologetically. An exhausted sigh escaped Nina’s pouty lips as she rubbed her head in her hands, striking off once more in the direction of the stands before glaring back at her husband.

“Really babe, you have to be more strict with that little tramp!”

“Maybe so dear…but she’s still our daughter, why not cut her some slack? She’s still growing after all.”

“That’s exactly my point…and she’s just had her 22nd birthday for crying out loud!”

–

Elsewhere on the beach, Sarah trotted along the sands, looking for a shaded place to snack on her newly bought popsicle before settling in along the rear of the stands where snacks and dessert were being sold, with no one around to bother her.

Popping open the cheap plastic wrapping, Sarah digs in as she idly licked at the blue popsicle, wondering what to do next once she got back together with Ben. Humming a rock tune to herself as she willed the passing minutes away with popsicle in hand.

But with each lick and more of the spiked dessert flowing into her, Sarah would remain oblivious as her toned, athletic body begins to shift and warp, growing smaller as muscle fades away, trained limbs reduced to delicate twigs, hardened muscle and toned flesh giving way to rotund layers of fat that ran prevalent around her hips, belly and thighs, naturally dark skin painted over with a fake tan as the calloused signatures of a volleyball enthusiast fades away, leaving porcelain smooth skin behind, heightened sensitivity painting a blush on softer cheeks as Sarah brushes aside a longer lock of rapidly softening hair, a new fake dye of platinum grey beginning to emerge from the roots without a look of worry on her face at these developments.

For as far as she could tell, she always did have long hair, playing with a lock of it in her free arm as she continued to devour the popsicle, going from slow licks to aggressive slurping as the hand wrapped around it begins to direct the ice cold treat in and out of her mouth in a suggestive manner, not even noticing how lewd the display was as cushioned lips smack around the popsicle, saliva and melted blueberry coating dripping down her chin and onto the twin valleys of a rapidly inflating set of tits, the nanomachines permeating her body having altered her loose fitting shirt into a tight string bikini that dug into the pendulous breasts as her boyish boxers compact into a matching set of white panties a size or two smaller for her handlebar hips, the thongs digging into her supple flesh as it hugged the thicker vulva she now sported between her legs, the remaining fabric and materiel spreading out into scrunchies, sunglasses with heartshaped lenses and other accessories that dotted the former tomboy’s now attractive body, exuding the epitome of feminine beauty as wide hips and long sculpted legs shifted in response to her less than decent thoughts; visualizing the popsicle in her mouth as something warm, the juices sliding down her throat a sour slop that she couldn't get enough of.

It was all a pleasant haze that didn't leave much room for anything else.

With the physical changes, Sarah’s mind had been undergoing it’s own set of changes, her thought’s of planning a lovely dinner with the boy she could no longer place any familiarity with warping into which stud on the beach she wanted to drag back here to fuck with. No trace of the former up-and-coming athlete that had her self-confidence issues fixed by her then boyfriend left in the lusty crimson eyes of the ditzy beach slut that had taken her place, noticeable trails of drool leaking from the hungry mouth between her legs as she continued to indulge herself in her daydreams, the loss of her hymen not even registering in her mind.

After all, she already forgot after her many strings of one time affairs and flings with the jocks back when she was still in high school.

“It’s totes hard to pick a man though…why not have them all like, screw me?”

Letting out a raunchy giggle as the brief image of the tantalizing gangbang crosses her mind, Sarah notices footsteps approaching her as she pulls the still dripping popsicle out of her mouth with a wet pop, manicured fingers glinting in the sunlight as foxy eyes narrow, sizing up the trio approaching her and liking what she sees as she runs her wet tongue across glossy lips; their muscular bodies and equally noticeable buldges sending a shiver through her lean body as she rubbed her thighs together.

I must be like, the luckiest gal on the planet!

But before she can even think to act on her impulses, a woman’s shrill voice breaks the mood, a frown crossing Sarah’s face as she feels her libido instantly die off, stomping her feet in frustration as she watches the familiar figure of her mother come round the corner as the three men instantly forget her, jaws dropping open as they eye the banging MILF approaching them all with fire in her eyes.

She couldn’t believe the same uptight woman had given birth to her…but then again, the only thing Sarah seemed to take after her mother for were her amazing looks and generous assets.

“Sarah! How many times have I told you to control yourself! This is a family weekend and I won’t have you acting like a harlot!”

“Yeah, yeah! I heard you the first time! No need to like, scream ma!”

–

Watching as the new mother and daughter pair argue on the beachfront before their agent comes in to cool off the hot headed girls, the suits and lab coats in the dark monitoring room had begun to call it a day for their first session, whoops of success going around the room as notes are taken, computers are shut off, and excited murmuring echoing across the participants.

“So, I assume we’ve got proper cover stories setup for our subjects?”

“Yes sir, as far as anyone will be able to tell, Ben and his struggling lover Sarah have eloped from their strained families and won’t be seen for the foreseeable future…”

“As for Nina and Sarah, we’ve got them properly set up with a house and family matching the simulations in their minds provided for by the foundation. In fact, her husband’s one of our own, lucky man’s already reporting complete success with the mental and physical rewrites from what little contact he’s had with his new wife and daughter.”

“Excellent news, I expect we’ll see more data gathered on our other projects in the coming weeks Doctor, keep up the good work!”

THE END