Shane went through most of the day exploring the island and making some spare sand dollars. He had a decent stash put together, since apparently just about anybody he dared to offer to feel up would gladly pay for his services. They trusted the chubby motherly figure absolutely, particularly the guests themselves. Shane had gone through a whole batch of college girls on spring break at once, and they had all moaned and screamed over a simple clumsy fingering. The Asian girl had even wailed so shrilly in broken English that he'd practically expected a "me so horny" out of her. He decided he could fit one last customer in before he would settle down for dinner and some more research.
"Yes! Yes! Right there! Just like that!"
Shane was still only massaging her lower back, but Amy was a very vocal customer. She was the scuba diving instructor, as made clear by her wearing her dive suit and goggles over her forehead all the time. She was laid out on the nearby picnic table, her huge boobs squashed enough that the black-wrapped mammaries spilled out to either side under her arms. If she was that enthusiastic about it, Shane went ahead and slid his hands the rest of the way into the back zipper of her suit. Amy's shrill gasps and whimpers grew louder as he grabbed and kneaded her tight ass, tugging it out of the suit so that her booty stuck out into the air. With her halfway out of the diving suit, she looked more like she was in a piece of bondage gear rather than her professional attire. Then again, they were getting harder to distinguish with some of the ladies Shane walked by today.
"Oh gosh! Deeper! Dive deeper!" Amy wailed, her short blonde hair shaking along with her head as she bit her lip.
"Anything you say, hon," Shane chuckled. Whatever was making the women here so thirsty, he was happy to be paid for helping them out. He dropped any pretense as he spanked Amy's ass and started thrusting his fingers into her from behind. Amy went from being eager to full blown fucked silly as she screamed, long and loud enough that she drooled over the table and gripped the wood to brace herself against his simple fingering. She thrust back at pornographic levels until he felt her squirt over his fingers, proceeding to rub the natural lubricant against Amy's clit. He was no expert before today, but he managed to milk a second gusher out of her before she finished relaxing from the first. It was probably a testament to their horniness rather than his skill, but it did his ego good all the same.
"Phew! Guess that's why they call it a wet suit!" Amy laughed, blushing as she sat up on the table. She zipped up her suit, and Shane had to wonder if she was somehow ignorant of her cum being left inside or if the resort's suits somehow planned for this kind of thing. She took her phone out and hit a few buttons, the familiar ping on Katherine's/Shane's phone notifying him of the big fat tip.
"Thanks for the business. Hope to see you again, dearie." Shane smiled at her and wondered if the dearie was too much as he heard a distant shriek. He looked over at the beach itself, seeing a strange but clearly feminine figure com marching out of the waves. She had blue skin, a few meager fins growing from her broad shoulders. She was tall and wore what looked like a primitive sling bikini made from seaweed and sea shells. A twiggy blonde with an over the top boob job was snatched off her surfboard, though she didn't seem to care about the fishy monstergirl until the blue woman had the blonde lifted over her head. Only then did she seem to start shrieking and flailing uselessly.
"Um... is that normal?" Shane asked, pointing at the water and the strange squabble. Amy looked back at him in confusion, and he had to point twice more before turning her to face the problem.
"Ohhhh her. Oh, that's the Tide Queen. She does this sometimes." Amy shrugged as the blue woman put her busty catch on the ground. Her fins spread a bit wider, and from somewhere behind them came a pair of thick, 6-foot long tentacles. Shane had seen enough hentais to know where this was going. "She comes out to find a bride once in awhile, but really she's just looking for a quick lay. She marks them as hers and then lets them go. Kind of a sexy version of catch and release."
"Are... they okay?" Shane muttered, looking between the diver and the molested blonde awkwardly. The tentacles started to vanish into their prey's swimsuit as expected, groping up her breasts and probing around the crotch. The surfer seemed to be rapidly getting into it, much like they did with Shane's massages as she started to gyrate and moan while Tide Queen gave a haughty laugh.
"That's right! Feel the power of the seaaaa!" the apparent supervillain gloated. A pair of girls walked by the scene without looking up from their phones, and a dark-skinned girl in a complete cheerleader outfit went on listening to her headphones until the Tide Queen grabbed her as well, turning one of her tentacles on her. It was hard to deny that they really didn't seem to mind it.
"Yea, we get monsters like that once in a while," Amy went on, as if the word "monsters" meant "light rain." The Mamataur, Bush Fire, The Hypno Gorgon... they do pesky stuff like turn girls into zombies or slime them or silly stuff like that. Frankly, I've had some pushy guests come by who are more annoying than they are."
Shane heard the screams reach a new peak, looking back to see the last of the beach girls entering some shaking that he had started to clearly recognize as the exaggerated orgasms of the island residents (lots of thrashing, shouting, and humping while their backs arched until their boobs threatened to pop out of any clothes they might have on). With that, Tide Queen gave a triumphant laugh and pushed them over as she reeled in her tentacles, pock marks left on the women's breasts and thighs. That must have been what Amy meant by "marking" her victims as hers. The monstergirl turned and strode confidently back into the water. "I have to go now. My home planet needs me," Shane muttered, shaking his head at the absurd scene. "Well, thanks for the info, Amy. I think I've got some research to do. Maybe grab a little dinner."
"More than a little, by the look of you," Amy giggled, poking Shane playfully in his soft belly. "But seriously, enjoy your stay."
Shane stopped off at a ramen shop, putting in a few orders on his phone (tv, some game systems, new clothes...) before starting to look over his phone. Sure enough, apparently every week or two there were some monstergirls showing up, harassing some of the locals before wandering off to wherever they came from. There were a few entries on the news for the island's logs. He tried contacting Miss Masters about it, but went through two secretaries just to get to a voicemail. She was a busy, tiny woman, apparently.
"Excuse me. Miss?" Shane looked up in surprise at the person who had approached her. For one thing, he had been initiating most of the conversations that day (which backed his "in a video game" theory), so being spoke to startled him a bit. Second, it was a man. Shane hadn't seen a single male since he'd come on the island (except maybe one of the horses or dolphins), and while he'd enjoyed himself drooling over the eye candy, it was assuring to see any other guy on the entire island. He was tall, and what Shane could imagine being called good looking. Dark straight hair, very thin beard that lined a strong jaw, and something of a tan he'd expect a person who lived on an island to have picked up. He had a strong build to him, despite wearing what looked to be a lab coat and simple shirt and slacks underneath it.
"Oh! Yea. Sorry. What's up... dearie?" Shane tried to salvage, forgetting his age for a moment.
"I'm sorry, but I had to come talk to you. I've been looking for a woman just like you."
"You might be the only one," Shane scoffed, eying the pile of chicken wings he'd polished off (to no end of comments from his server whenever she refilled it). "But I'd be glad to help another level head."
"Yes, well, things are obviously a little strange around here..." the other man smiled awkwardly, looking over his shoulder at the waitress wearing an apron, thong, a maid headpiece and nothing else. "I'll admit that. But I was looking for someone more... mature. More experienced."
"Uh huh," Shane said with a noncommittal nod. "So did you see my rates on the website, or is this you trying to... get to know me better, let's say?"
"Oh! Well, I mean..." The man muttered, averting his eyes as if he'd just noticed that Shane had enormous tits and thighs that could swallow up his head. "No, I would... I'd love to know you better, but... ahem. Let me try again. I'm Dr. Robert Tokatsu. I run the research lab here on the resort."
"Oh. Good to meet you. I'm... Katherine." Shane caught himself quickly this time about the name, wiping his hands off on a napkin before shaking his hand. "What do you research? Don't tell me you're responsible for the... well." He held up his phone with the latest entry on a sexy green witch who attacked the island with her clothes-melting potion.
"No! No, but I'm glad you bring that up. I mostly do work with the police, or specifically, the security force that protects the island. Unfortunately, they're not properly equipped to deal with those kinds of threats. Not yet, anyway." He smiled and nodded away from the table. "Would you mind coming to the lab? I've got something I think would look perfect on you. I'll even pay your rates, if that'll convince you," he laughed playfully.
Shane did genuinely like the guy. He wasn't about to give him a happy ending, but he spoke a hell of a lot more clearly than everyone else, and had a decent head on his shoulders. If he was going to learn anything, it was probably from this guy. "Oh, I've got plenty of customers today. I'll humor you. I always wanted to be a scientist. Well, more of a video game tester, but still..."
Shane had a number of ideas what he had meant. It could have been an excuse to get him in sleazy lingerie, or test out some lust drug on her, or maybe even sic some Frankenboob monster on him, but he was apparently the good kind of eccentric scientist. The devices and chemicals he showed him were all innocent enough, if a bit silly. Healing serums, permanent suntan lotion, anti-mind control helmets, submersible robots, and vaguely hi tech things like that. When Dr. Tokatsu offered Shane a shiney, scifi watch, he put it on and found his real reason to be here.
There was a flash of red light, and when it faded, he was wrapped up in skintight spandex. It was a bright and flashy red one piece, some see-through orange visor floating in front of his eyes. He had a loose helmet stuck on top of his head, thin and not very well-secured but enough to let his hair hang out the back. Shane couldn't even see behind him at his size, but he could feel that the costume was a thong back from how it rode up on him. He felt the urge to adjust it, but it fit so comfortably. Even the big oval on his chest that showed enough cleavage to hint at areola gave him a surprisingly appreciated draft. The spiral pattern right on his nipples felt like a bit much, but he could have seen it going a lot worse.
"How do you like it?" Daniel asked proudly. "It's my Security Emergency Needs Tactical Autodefensive Intuitive suit. SENTAI suit, for short, naturally." Shane stopped checking himself out to frown over at him. "I know. I like puns. So why not? Fun with acronyms and all that. But despite how it looks, it provides a natural force field, enhances your strength to double it with reflexive nanofibers, and a bunch of other technical jargon I won't bore you with right now."
"That's amazing. But why don't you use this to fight the monsters?" Shane asked, hurrying back out into the hall to view himself properly in the full length mirror. Some of his curves poked out unflatteringly from the spandex's edges, and it drew a lot of attention to the nipples.
"Well, I'd like to. But... the word 'nano' there might be a bit misleading. It takes a lot of fabric to be able to house the tech needed to operate that many subsystems. None of the other officers are... built to fit inside this big of a suit."
Shane blushed as he realized the implication, but Dr. Dan avoided meeting his gaze. "So... that's what you meant by a 'woman like me?"
"Over... 150 pounds," Robert muttered. avoiding Shane's gaze and rubbing his arm awkwardly. "It's not my fault every other woman on this crazy island has a model's figure."
Shane would have said porn star (even the muscle beach chick, if you counted the fetishy videos), but that worked as well. "So... that's it? I have powers now?"
"To an extent," the doctor went on. "The main weapon will be in your mammarian glands. Your body's natural biology will produce a pacifying agent to sedate enemies until we can..."
Mamarian... it took Shane a while to remember that word. It didn't take as long to remember when he bumped into somebody on the street while they were looking at their phones, and the wet stain that had mysteriously appeared on his nipple. "So my breast milk makes people tired when I'm in this suit?"
"To... be blunt, I guess."
"Please do. I'm not real big on science words."
"Basically, when you're in costume, you'll be the one person strong and durable enough to face off with the monsters long enough to placate them, where our security officers can carry them off somewhere for safe keeping."
"But why?"
"Because of the suit. The built in skintight forcefield..."
"No, no, dummy," Shane cut off. "Why are you so dedicated to stoppping the monsters? Why not... I dunno... stop coming to the island where monsters keep attacking? This can't be worldwide."
Dr. Tokatsu frowned and nodded. "Well, they're a menace, for one. Always molesting, brainwashing, trashing property. It's a real blow to customer morale and the budget, if nothing else." Shane rolled his eyes, remembering the women's squealing orgasms on the beach. It sure didn't seem like THAT big of a problem to them. "Plus, it's kind of cool, right? All these inventions I've made to help out the resort, but this is my first one that can actually, legitimately fight crime." He smiled at Shane proudly, as if he weren't wearing the equivalant of a sling bikini. "You HAVE to agree that's cool, right?"
He had a point... this was kind of cool, even if kinky as shit. "Besides, I'm not expecting you to run a charity here. You can do your massage business, and when we'd need you, I can hail you on the watch and I'll pay you for stopping the monsters. You'll get 75% of anything Miss Masters pays me for it, plus a bonus whether you win or lose."
"I dunno," Shane muttered awkwardly. He looked down at his body, jiggling his boobs around for a quick test. He swore he could hear a wobbling noise mixed with a bit of splashing around. Curious to test, he squeezed around one of his nipples. There was a sharp sound of some kind of air pressure shifting as a little bullet of pure white milk shot across the room and hit the opposite wall 50 feet away. Shane raised his eyebrows at that. The guy wasn't kidding around.
The lights started flashing red and an alarm went off overhead. Dr. Tokatsu looked up at the ceiling before back at his guest. "Well? Willing to give it a test drive?"
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