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[Announcement] NEW IMAGE PACK: BEACH DAY
🕑 Added 2025-03-08 23:24:50 +0000 UTCHi Hi ✨
March image pack is here, and by popular vote, beach day it is! I don't know how the weather is where you are, but where I live is starting to get warmer, not yet summer weather but close enough to start dusting off my swimsuits and bikinis. Well, so are these amazons, in tropical resorts, sunny days at the beach, in yachts and everything in between.
Available in three sizes:
M: 35 images
L: 80 images
XL: 150 images
Tier 4 members, check your chat for that sweet 15% discount code (valid all month)!
Give me ideas for April's image pack! I will pack a poll again and do the most popular.
Just like last time, this image pack comes with a small story for one of the images, consider it a free sample ;)
(You can find a little gift on the attachments section of this post)
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And I thought I was big
"Skipping out early on a Friday? That's not like you, sis," Sky texted, her massive fingers carefully tapping the oversized keyboard of her specially reinforced workstation.
Roxy's reply came almost instantly. "Speak for yourself, Miss 'I've Never Used a Sick Day.' Besides, Wilson approved it. Said I looked 'stressed.'"
Sky smiled to herself. Her twin sister had always been better at working the system than she was. As head of regional sales, Sky couldn't just duck out whenever she felt like it, even if the week had been particularly grueling.
"Beach still on for 2?" Sky typed back.
"Obviously. Don't be late or I'm leaving without you. Wearing the matching cream bikinis we got last month. No arguments!"
Sky sighed and closed the messaging app. The quarterly numbers were in, and they were good—great, actually—but the presentation had been a nightmare. Three broken chairs during the meeting, and that awkward moment when she'd stood up too quickly and bumped her head on the light fixture. Again.
Her desk phone rang, startling her from her thoughts.
"Sky Thomas speaking," she answered automatically.
"Ms. Thomas, your 11:30 is here," said the receptionist, Diana, her voice professional despite the fact that they'd been friends since before the virus.
"Thanks, Diana. Send him in."
Sky straightened her blazer and smoothed down her blonde hair. At 8'2", she towered over practically everyone in the office, even the other transformed women. It had been five years since the virus outbreak, and while society had largely adapted, first impressions still mattered in sales.
Meanwhile, three floors down, Roxy was clearing off her desk in the HR department with theatrical finality.
"Girl, I thought this week would never end," she groaned to her officemate, Prisha.
Prisha looked up from her computer, her 7-foot frame seeming almost petite in the specialized ergonomic chair that accommodated her muscular build. "Hot date?"
"Just the beach with Sky," Roxy replied, wincing slightly as she adjusted her posture. Her back had been killing her all day. The standard-issue support bras for transformed women didn't quite work for her proportions, and she'd been putting off getting measured for a custom one. Unlike her sister who stood at a staggering 8'2", Roxy had "only" reached 6'4" after the virus—still impressive by pre-2035 standards, but practically diminutive in the new world. What she lacked in height, however, nature had compensated for elsewhere—leaving her with a bust size that made finding comfortable clothing an eternal challenge.
"The beach sounds perfect," Prisha said wistfully. "I've got my cousin's wedding this weekend. The bride is one of those rare non-transformed women. Planning's been a nightmare."
Roxy winced in sympathy. "Mixed family events are... complicated."
"Tell me about it. Half the venue had to be retrofitted just so most of the family could attend."
Roxy's phone buzzed with a notification. Her package had arrived at the reception desk. "Gotta run. Have fun at the wedding!"
She made her way through the HR department, navigating the wider hallways and reinforced doorframes that had become standard in most renovated buildings. At the reception desk, a courier was waiting with a large package.
"Roxy Thomas?" he asked, barely looking up from his tablet.
"That's me," she confirmed, signing for the delivery.
"Thanks. Enjoy your weekend."
Roxy tucked the package under her arm and headed for the lift, firing off a quick text to Sky as she walked.
"Package arrived. Meeting you at the car park at 1:30. DON'T BE LATE."
---
Sky finished her meeting with fifteen minutes to spare, relieved that the client hadn't seemed too intimidated by her size. Some men still struggled with looking up—way up—to make eye contact during business discussions.
She quickly packed her laptop into her reinforced messenger bag and headed for the lifts. As she waited, her colleague Mark joined her, clutching a stack of files.
"Heading out early?" he asked, his 5'11" frame making him tilt his head back to meet her eyes.
"Beach day with my sister," Sky explained, trying not to fidget. She'd never quite gotten comfortable with how her transformation affected her interactions with men, especially those she'd known before the virus. Mark had been a good friend before, and still was, but there was no denying the dynamic had shifted when she'd grown nearly three feet taller and developed muscles that made her look like she could bench press his car.
"Nice," Mark nodded. "Weather's perfect for it. Though I'd recommend Baxter's Cove instead of the main beach. Fewer tourists."
The lift arrived with a soft chime, the doors sliding open to reveal an empty car—thankfully. Sky had endured more than her share of crowded lift rides where she'd had to hunch over to avoid hitting her head.
"Thanks for the tip," she said as they entered. "Baxter's Cove it is."
Mark pressed the button for the lobby. "How's Roxy doing? Still in HR?"
"Still terrorizing the new hires," Sky confirmed with a smile. "She's good. Busy. We don't see each other as much as we should, honestly."
"That's siblings for you. My brother and I live in the same city and barely manage dinner once a month."
The lift doors opened at the lobby, and Sky stepped out, careful not to bump her head on the frame. "Have a good weekend, Mark."
"You too. Don't get sunburned!"
Sky made her way to the car park, where Roxy was already waiting beside Sky's custom SUV—one of the necessary expenses that had come with her transformation. Standard cars were simply out of the question for someone her size.
"Finally!" Roxy exclaimed when she spotted her sister. "I've been waiting for ages."
Sky checked her watch. "I'm five minutes early."
"Details," Roxy waved dismissively, then held up her shopping bag. "Look what arrived just in time!"
Sky unlocked the car with a beep. "Let me guess. Another bikini you'll wear exactly once before deciding it doesn't fit right?"
"This one's different," Roxy insisted, climbing into the passenger seat. "The straps are reinforced with that new elastic material they developed for us. It's supposed to actually provide support. Actually is the same brand as yours, same color too, just with this new tech"
Sky slid into the driver's seat, which was pushed all the way back to accommodate her long legs. Even so, it was a tight fit. "I'll believe it when I see it."
"You're just jealous because you can't find cute bikinis in 'Giant Amazon' size," Roxy teased, buckling her seatbelt.
"I'm perfectly happy with my XXXXXL bikini, thank you," Sky replied primly, starting the engine. "Mark suggested we try Baxter's Cove. Says it's less crowded."
"Perfect. I'm not in the mood to be gawked at by tourists today."
Sky pulled out of the car park and headed toward the coast. "Rough week?"
"The worst. Had to mediate a discrimination complaint from one of the guys in Accounting. Claimed he was passed over for promotion because he's 'normal-sized.'"
Sky winced. "Was he?"
"No, he's just incompetent. But these cases are becoming more common. Men feeling threatened because they're not physically dominant anymore."
"Can't say I blame them. It must be weird to suddenly be the smaller sex."
Roxy snorted. "They had thousands of years at the top. They can deal with a little shift in the hierarchy."
"Fair enough," Sky chuckled, adjusting her grip on the steering wheel. "So are we really wearing those matching bikinis?"
"Of course we are!" Roxy exclaimed. "I didn't bring them all the way from home just to chicken out now."
"You do realize we stopped looking like twins about five minutes after the virus hit us, right? Me in that bikini versus you in that bikini are two completely different experiences."
Roxy grinned mischievously. "That's half the fun! Come on, live a little. When's the last time we did something silly together?"
Sky couldn't help but smile. Despite their different personalities and the occasional squabble, the Thomas twins had always been close. The virus had changed their bodies dramatically, but their bond remained unaltered.
"Fine," she conceded. "Matching bikinis it is. But if anyone asks if we're twins, you're the one explaining."
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Twenty minutes later, the twins were strolling along the shoreline of Baxter's Cove, drawing curious glances from the few beachgoers. True to Roxy's insistence, they were both wearing identical cream-colored bikinis that showed off their transformed physiques—though in vastly different ways. On Sky's 8'2" frame, the bikini emphasized her incredible height and defined muscles. On Roxy, it accentuated her more modest height but significantly more generous bust.
"That couple over there is trying to figure out if we're the same species, let alone twins," Sky muttered, nodding toward a pair of sunbathers who were staring with undisguised fascination.
Roxy waved cheerfully at them, causing the couple to quickly look away. "Let them wonder. I'm just here to enjoy the sun and forget about work for a few hours."
They found a suitable spot and laid out their oversized beach towels. Sky reclined carefully, propping herself up on her elbows to survey the beach.
"This is nice," she murmured, closing her eyes and tilting her face toward the sun. "We should do this more often."
"Agreed. Though next time, let's make it a full day trip. Get breakfast at that café in Millport that has the reinforced chairs."
Roxy had just gotten absorbed in her novel when a shadow fell across her towel. She looked up to see a woman standing nearby, holding the hands of two small girls who were staring at Roxy with undisguised fascination.
"I'm so sorry to bother you," the woman said, her muscular frame standing around 7'3"—impressive, but nowhere near Sky's height. "But my daughters spotted you and your sister earlier, and they have a few questions. I told them we shouldn't disturb you, but they're quite persistent."
The girls, who looked to be about six or seven, were fidgeting excitedly. Neither showed any signs of transformation yet, as the virus only affected women after puberty.
Roxy set her book aside with a smile. "It's no problem. I'm Roxy."
"I'm Lisa," the woman replied. "And these are my daughters, Zoe and Emma."
Sky, noticing the visitors, sat up and gave a small wave. Her blonde hair gleamed in the sunlight, the same shade as Roxy's but cut in a shorter, more practical style.
The bolder of the two girls—Zoe, apparently—stepped forward. "Are you really twins? You don't look the same."
Roxy chuckled. "We are twins. But the virus affected us differently."
"How come she's so much bigger than you?" Emma wondered, pointing at Sky.
Lisa looked mortified. "Emma! That's not a polite question."
Sky smiled, not bothered in the slightest. "It's alright. The virus works differently for everyone. I got the height, and my sister got..." she gestured vaguely to Roxy's chest, "other features."
"Will we be that tall when we grow up?" Zoe asked eagerly, looking at Sky with wide-eyed admiration.
Lisa shifted uncomfortably. "Girls, remember what we talked about? Everyone is different after transformation. We don't know how tall you'll be."
"But we'll be strong like you and Daddy, right?" Emma persisted.
"Like me, yes. Daddy's strong in his own way," Lisa corrected gently.
Roxy watched the exchange with interest. Children who'd been born after the virus had only ever known a world where women were physically dominant. They were growing up with very different expectations than previous generations.
"I hope I grow as tall as you," Zoe told Sky earnestly. "You can probably see everything from up there!"
Sky laughed, a genuine sound that made her shyness momentarily disappear. "It does have its advantages. Though doorways are my worst enemy."
"Do you hit your head a lot?" Emma asked.
"More often than I'd like to admit," Sky confessed.
Lisa glanced at Sky with a mix of admiration and sympathy. "I'm 7'3" and I thought I had it rough. I can't imagine being your height."
Sky shrugged her broad shoulders. "You get used to it. Though buying clothes is an adventure."
"Tell me about it," Lisa agreed. "And these two grow so fast, virus or no virus. It's a constant expense." She looked down at her daughters fondly, then back at Sky with newfound appreciation. "Honestly, seeing you makes me feel better about my own size issues. And I thought I was big!"
Roxy caught Sky's eye and bit back a laugh. Her sister, usually so self-conscious about her extreme height, looked almost proud for a moment.
"Your cream bikinis are pretty," Emma announced suddenly. "Are they the same?"
"They are," Roxy confirmed. "We decided to match today, even though we look nothing alike anymore."
"That's what sisters do," Zoe nodded sagely, as if imparting great wisdom. "My friend has a sister and they wear the same clothes sometimes too."
Lisa checked her watch and sighed. "We should get going, girls. Dad will be wondering where we've gotten to." She looked at the twins apologetically. "Thanks for being so patient with them. They're fascinated by transformation stories."
"It was our pleasure," Sky assured her, surprising Roxy with her warmth. Usually, her sister was much more reserved with strangers.
As Lisa guided her daughters away, the girls waved enthusiastically, calling out goodbyes. Roxy and Sky waved back, watching as the family made their way down the beach.
"That was nice," Sky said, settling back on her towel. "They were cute kids."
"You were good with them," Roxy observed. "For someone who usually clams up around strangers."
Sky shrugged. "Kids are easier. They just ask what they want to know. No games, no pretending not to notice how different I am."
"True enough," Roxy agreed, stretching out on her towel. "And that mother—did you catch what she said? 'And I thought I was big.' As if 7'3" is petite!"
Sky laughed, the tension of the work week finally melting away. "It's all relative, I suppose. In this new world, everything is."
They lapsed into companionable silence, enjoying the warm March sunshine and the gentle sound of waves lapping at the shore. Despite their different shapes and sizes, the Thomas twins were united by more than just their matching cream bikinis and blonde hair—they were navigating this transformed world together, one day at a time.
"You know," Roxy said after a while, "I think I like these beach days. We should make them a regular thing."
Sky nodded, a contented smile on her face. "Absolutely. Same time next week?"
"It's a date," Roxy agreed, reaching for her sunglasses. "Though next time, you're buying lunch."
As they settled in for an afternoon of relaxation, the twins couldn't help but reflect on how much their lives had changed in the five years since the virus. Their bodies had transformed in dramatically different ways, but in the end, they were still sisters—still twins—and nothing, not even a world-changing virus, could alter that fundamental truth.
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