Well, to the beach of course! Not showing off her body in the best way possible without going around nude was an unforgivable crime! Afterall it was the middle of the summer (that was false, but she hastily made it so), the weather was perfect (it had been a little blander, but that was fixed along with increasing the warmth a little), the water was perfect (again, false, but now it was true) and most important of all, the beach was but 1 minute away! (Also false, her home had been closer to the centre of a countryside town hours away from any usable beach, but some hasty wishes moved it to the coast, giving it a massive beach that was also a massive tourist attraction.)
Also, in an act of spite, Libby had her former home downgraded to an apartment, moved to the farside of a different (still local) town and had her foster-parents get worse jobs (both becoming minimum wage office-workers, of course, the abomination against nature that was now June no longer had much of any friends) and generally having much more miserable lives. Dustin was… spared you could say, but because of the changes to his family and reality, much about him changed, being much more unpopular at school thanks to becoming the new bully-victim instead of Ty (or Libby now) and for being barely able to attend school because of how poor his parents are now, the girls at school all avoided him like the plague now, thanks to the badmouthing given to him by all the popular girls at school who’d heard of him from the mouth of the prettiest and sexiest girl to ever grace it. Now Dustin, like Ty before him, dreaded school, attending solely for getting the grades he needs to get a better life, though unlike Ty, Dustin was attending hell, and like his parents lived miserably, attending more part-time jobs than was probably healthy.
But like 𝘈𝘯𝘺 of that mattered to Libby, no, she wasn’t aware of just how miserable a life she cast them into, no, she didn’t even bother getting herself memories of her new life, it didn’t even cross her mind, no, it was utterly irrelevant to her now, to Libby, right here, right now, all that mattered was that she finally gets to enjoy herself after so long. To bask in the sun without a care in the world, to bask in the ecstacy possible with her new body without caring about time, dignity nor shame. Finally, her life was hers, and hers alone.
Libby blinked, suddenly registering the fact she hadn’t moved since deciding on the beach, shaking her head at herself with a wry little smile she strut into the drivers seat of her luxurious sports car the same crimson as her fresh and expertly applied lipstick. Sitting down in the luxuriously padded seat, Libby wiggled around a little, rubbing her fat and plush rump clad in skintight booty-shorts in wonder at the feeling. Shutting the door after setting her legendary booty (a booty all pirates would drool over) into a snug position Libby eyed the seatbelt for a couple seconds before shrugging and wishing it away together with any danger that could happen with it gone. Then she began to drive towards the beach, quickly finding a one-minute walk to take barely 5 seconds in her car, easily finding a Nice spot to park in one of the many massive parking lots and hastily wishing that her car will never be stolen nor tampered with even if someone could just enter the drivers seat and drive away within 3 seconds.
Calmly strutting sexily over to the beach’s edge Libby was awed at its sheer size, golden grains of sand stretched seemingly to the horizon in either direction around a titanic bay devoid of boats, harbours and piers, the sparkling, sapphire blue water of the bay looked perfect and with barely any waves, thats not even mentionings the quite possibly thousands of people here, thousands of parasols creating thousands of shaded places, masses of hundreds swam in the crystalline waters while hundreds more played with beachballs or various other things. Libby felt overjoyed, as finally she was seeing for herself what a beach was like in person (the ‘new her’ had actually been to this beach before thanks to a school trip with her ‘new’ friends, though Libby doesn’t have those memories), no longer was she held down by her uncaring foster-parents, no longer did she have to long for more happiness and joy. Now she was Free. And Libby would have the fun she was denied for so long.
So with a smile on her fat lips Libby saw about finding a nice spot where she might enjoy herself without much bother. Quickly changing her footwear from 6“ pleasers to Nice and snug sandals for her search along the beach. After about 10 minutes of walking Libby decided she didn’t want to waste more time searching and quickly wished herself a perfect spot on the beach and grinned at her handiwork, a spot halfway to the sea and nicely seperate from the countless other beach-goers, a group of decently sexy young women and pretty-boys were playing beachball off to the side yet close enough Libby could see what was happening, something that definitively caught Libby’s eyes was that closer to the waterline a group of kids and a young man were making a rather impressive looking sandcastle together. There were plenty of young men and women out and about or tanning on towels or sunbeds, plenty of which were giving Libby’s gorgeus bod envious or lust-filled looks, sometimes both, she smiled at the unique feeling of attention and smugness.
Having come for the beach and having found a sufficient spot for her taste, Libby decides its time to change to a more appropriate attire but first she must claim her spot obviously. So with a clap she poofs an unfurled parasol into existence, under its shade she poofs forth a sunbed with a small table besides it and a refrigerated box of drinks (mostly cola since she isn’t fully sure about beer or wine yet) under it, just outside the parasols shade she poofed another sunbed into existence, putting a daint lace-gloved finger to her chin in thought Libby looked over her ‘setup’, wondering if she’s got everything she needs. 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘧𝘶𝘭? With a snap a medium sized dufflebag appeared behind and to the side of the shaded sunbed, currently empty but not for long as it filled with various necessities with another snap, still it held enough room for clothes and several towels, with another snap several towels poofed into existence just aside the dufflebag.
Libby nodded to herself in satisfaction at her handiwork. Everything was ready (she hoped), now all that remained was a more fitting apparel, namely, a bikini! With but a thought, Libby moved her modified clothes into a neat little stack inside her dufflebag, replacing it was string swimwear. Where her lacy G-string panties previously sat was but a deep purple string and but a piece of rubbery fabric that like the G-string lace before it sat tight with its stretched rubbery fabric biting pleasurably up into Libby’s puffy virgin vagina.
Over her giant tits sat what could scarcely be called a bikini without being very generous. Being composed entirely of a select few pieces of deep purple string tasked solely with keeping two bits of deep purple rubbery fabric that solely covered her nipples and areolae and revealed everything else her tits had to show off. Libby giggled at herself, she looked so damn slutty in this getup and she loved it, giving her perfect tits a quick squeeze to feel both her rubbery bikini and the pleasure of her tits. This was how she discovered her ‘bikini’ was horseshit at containing her luscious boobage, now at first Libby merely thought it sexy how they slipped off the instant they were touched, then she found out just how much of a pain in her plushy ass getting her ‘bikini’ to sit on for even a second was, it didn’t matter how many times she wished it to simply sit on when even moving caused her generous titties to spill out instantly.
"I wish my bikini top would not fall off unless appropriate." Libby sighed, annoyed at how much time she wasted on her top. Only for that annoyance to immediately morph into pride as she gave herself a once-over, seeing how her liberated and reinvigorated bod looked in such criminally scarce swimwear. But Libby could feel that something was missing and that just wasn’t acceptable, unless she was fretting over irrelevant details. Bit try as she might, Libby couldn’t put her finely manicured fingernail on just what was missing as she looked over her body, yet nonetheless it felt as though she was looking right at it.
"Hmm, a mirror." Libby ordered with narrowed eyes instead of wishing, nonetheless her will was fulfilled and a full-body mirror appeared in front of her, giving her all the view she needed of her gorgeous mirage. The 25-year-old MILF gave herself a scrutinizing look, searching for something that was missing, only to narrow her eyes on one thing as she inspected how satisfied she was with it. Libby had found what was missing, and luckily she’s seen enough anime and hentai to know the perfect solution to her problem.
Leaning forward, the absolute MILF of a beach babe that was Libby tugged at her scarce bikini, pulling it outwards continuously yet the already plump G-cup mammaries rushed forwards and outwards to fill the steadily lengthening string attached to two patches of rubbery fabric, quickly filling out into two gorgeously massive and impossibly perky mountains of confectionary J-cup goodness. With the fixing of her chests crowning jewels Libby let go of her necessarily springy strings and let out a hungry moan when they snapped back atop her much meatier pair of milky melons, again only barely covering the proud nipples atop the mountainous confections.
With her chest sought to, Libby turned her hands (and attention) downwards to the lower half of her plump hourglass curve. The liberated meatiness of bitchy Jane was certainly a masterclass in winning the genetic lottery, but Libby had plans, and just because she’d taken what was rightfully hers didn’t mean she couldn’t spice it up further, she had the power after all. Though unlike with her meaty jugs Libby didn’t have something fancy to do to them before fixing them up, so she resorted to a classic.
The 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗸 of two daint hands slapping two meaty objects resounded clearly together with a lustful moan out over the perfect beach, drawing blushing gazes and leery eyes as Libbys lower curves bloomed out. Her firm thighs fattened into meaty meloncrushers, her hips cracked outwards into childbearing lovehandles begging to push out twins and triplets. And to top it all off Libbys fat booty plumped out into mounds of fat putty rivalling the head-sized mountains hanging in complete disregard for gravity atop her chest. Looking back into the bland full-body mirror, Libby eyed her now unnaturally-curvacious bod with a wide lustful smile on her fat crimson-painted cock-sucker lips. Her daint hands eagerly trailing along her scant-clad form, elliciting tiny moans as her manicured nails bit harmlessly into sensitive meat.
"Mhmm, to think these curves once belonged to such a ungrateful whore. Now, they can finally, truly breathe the untainted air of a grateful goddess.~" Libby murred as she gave her visage a final wink before she removed the mirror from existance with a thought. Looking back over the calm sapphire blue sea expectantly Libby gave a nod of satisfaction and was about to start walking down, only to stop as she suddenly realized something important.
"Omigosh, how could i forget sunscreen? It’d be a shame if i don’t rub myself with it and get sunburnt. I don’t think getting sunburnt would be very pleasant nor sexy." Libby narrated to herself before poofing forth a luxurious bottle of sunscreen the perfect mixture of moist and sticky. Then she had an idea.
"Hm, what if i get a sexy strong jock to rub me in. Hm, or i could just magic it on with strong spectral hands. Actually, i could get a horny jock to rub me in with his sunscreen.~ Mhm, good ideas, good ideas.~" Libby intoned with an uncertain murr, her daint hand tapping her cock-sucking lips in a thinking expression.
Looking back over the beach, Libby caught sight of several interesting things happening. The children had been approached by a karen-looking woman after they started work on a shockingly large structure inside their massive sandcastle, the single man probably supervising them didn’t look like he’d spotted her approach. A large yacht seems to have decided the middle of the bay was the perfect spot to lay anchor. A group of highschoolers were playing with several beachballs in the sea. The Volleyball game nearby has gotten awfully crowded. A group of Jocks were eying her lustingly. A limo has parked in the nearby parking lot. A group of kids were playing as pirates nearby. A karen was eying Libby suspiciously. A supermodel is bathing in the sea, and several other notable things were happening across the crowded beach, things Libby contemplated simply magicing on her sunscreen to investigate for.