It was a summer afternoon, you were walking barefoot on the hot sand. The sun had already painted the sky orange, the waves were lazily lapping the shore. Suddenly, a cheerful girl's voice called out behind you:

“Heyyy, beach buddy! Don’t you dare keep walking, sunshine!”

You turned. There she was — Beach Bomber, lying on her stomach on a striped towel. Pink ponytail spilling over her shoulders, rainbow baseball cap tilted, purple shades glinting. Her crop top had almost given up the fight: her huge, round breasts were almost stretching the thin material, her belly was softly bulging, and her waist was impossibly narrow. Underneath, the yellow bikini bottoms could barely hold that hyper-sized, perfectly round bottom – it was glistening with sweat.

Popsicle stick still between her lips, she flashed a cheeky grin.

“Ugh, my back’s totally frying! Be a hero and rub some sunscreen on this huge, thicc ass for me? Pretty please? I’ll even share my SoFDeeZ ice cream after… maybe two scoops if you’re really good~"