This week's Flashback Friday is for a recent one. You can read The Bare Minimum here.
Archie sat up from his position on the yacht's sunbathing pad to admire the view as a rocky beach peppered with chalky white vacation homes whizzed past. The whole island was like this – a neverending highlight reel of paradise. He placed his hands behind him, careful not to catch his extended nails on the foam mattress, and felt the still unfamiliar bounce of his large breasts in his swimsuit. They bulged and stretched the one-piece to bursting point – tight against his smooth crotch and sculpted ass. He never had to work out to maintain his figure, hell, he never even had to use sunscreen. He was a permanently perfect object of affection – an exquisite hourglass as stunning as the views from the boat. Both the body and the life of luxury had been bestowed on him with nothing expected in return – well almost nothing...
Archie glanced over his shoulder to where the grey haired man was steering the yacht. He was staring back, as he often was, unable to take his gaze off Archie's new unwanted body. The former dock worker pushed a pair of designer sunglasses up a cute button nose to avoid making eye contact. The blowjobs were the bare minimum – the price of maintaining this existence in paradise. The man never asked for anything more, Archie supposed this had been a kind of mercy on Jeanie's part when she cast her manipulated wish, but the man asked often. He was helpless to resist, of course, and he found that he sucked with a skill as unearned as his toned body. Whether the man finished in his throat or on his delicate face, he was always satisfied and Archie's life of leisure continued. He sighed as he watched a family of dolphins frolicking off the side of the vessel – it was still better than busting his back all night at the docks – even if his new life of sucking and tanning was a little monotonous.
“Enjoying the view?” A female voice almost made Archie jump out of his new skin. He turned to see Jeanie sitting on the side of the yacht swinging her feet. She was dressed in some kind of stripper-witch outfit. Unlike his new body, she looked ridiculous in a spandex one-piece and oversized hat. He guessed the Ministry of Manipulated Wishes had introduced some kind of new uniform.
“You!” Archie scowled at her. “You did this to me!” He cupped his breasts to indicate what he meant. “You did this on purpose! You knew I would end up as some trophy wife deepthroat queen!”
“Doesn't look so bad...” Jeanie shrugged. “You should see the things I need to do to keep my job. This outfit ain't the half of it.” She nodded at the dolphins. “Seems like a nice life...”
“I suppose...” Archie softened realising there were worse things than blowjobs and boredom. “I just wish there was more for me to do...” He realised what he had said immediately and clamped a hand over his thick pink lips. Jeanie smiled and winked and Archie watched in horror as the yacht turned sharply towards a long wooden dock, where a line of large muscled men waited excitedly...
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