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Fit Bitch Resort





 “This…this isn’t right” Derek thought as he felt the arousal course through his body, feeling the eyes on him as he lounged at the pool  

“Here you are Ms. Dia,” someone said offering them a drink and a bottle of tanning oil. She smiled and took both.

Dia was the name they kept insisting on calling him. Derek kept finding himself feeling dizzy when he thought like Dia. It felt good, everything felt good here. 

He tried to shake his head, pulling at the jumbled thoughts and memories from the past couple weeks. 

He thought a vacation to a resort would be good to clear his head and help him get through burn out so he could finally get back to being productive at work again, so he scheduled a trip a trip for about a week where he’d just get to spend time at a hotel being catered to hand and foot. 

When he arrived, he was given a cozy hotel room if a bit effeminate feeling, and a complimentary smart watch for his stay that would grant him access to all the hotel amenities as well as the usual things one would expect. He didn’t recognize the brand name “Fit Bitch” though… but he wasn’t in any mood to question it, it was a free watch. An expensive one at that. How bad could it be? 

Very. 

Things began to unravel steadily from there. He’d found out somehow his watch, and his hotel room had been changed to be under a new name; that name…Dia. Something about it made his cock harder than it had been in weeks.  

The watch kept reacting and goading him on. 

Massages that made his skin soft

Bikinis that seemed to enhance his chest. 

Exercise and Yoga courses that made him trim and fit with wide hips that rocked and moved with his every step

Music that made their mind buzz with excitement as Dia watched the other sexy resort goers, eying up the male attendants. 

Somewhere along the line Dia took more precedence as she bathed in the sun, hand idly caressing her body

Dia could practically feel herself sizzling as she tanned in the sun, hearing Derek moaning as she did hardly anything at all.

She licked her lips as she decided to call room service to meet her in her room, imagining the way his cock would feel stretching her out as she felt her swim suit fit snuggling over her pussy. 

Dia was hungry



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I'm not sure how I feel about this, but I know some of you might like it. trying to shake off the dust of my writing slump by writing up another contest entry for Evie's Discord server.

I hope you all enjoy it! 

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