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Lara Croft's Adventurous London Beach Day
By : DrFaker
Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe
Views: 239 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: There will be dog content - Chapter List
Lara Croft stood before her mirror, a stark contrast to the poised, refined image she usually projected. The 17 cm platform heels made her tower over her reflection, forcing her posture into an exaggerated, almost comical stance. Her newly enhanced breasts, a staggering 67 inches in circumference, dominated her upper body, straining against the fabric of the tight, ripped t-shirt. The garment was stretched to its limit, offering only a meager covering and revealing a generous expanse of under-cleavage.
Her gaze dropped to her lower half, a wave of shame washing over her. The dense, untrimmed pubic hair, a result of two years of neglect, formed a wild, untamed jungle of long, wispy strands that crept up her inner thighs, along her happy trail, and even around her anus. The tiny bikini she had chosen, several sizes too small for her new proportions, would be a losing battle against this rampant growth. She knew that even if she wore it, a defiant tuft would peek out, a constant reminder of her oversight. With a sigh, she abandoned the bikini, stuffing it into her beach bag alongside the sun lotion and other essentials. The bag stood in sharp opposition to her current state of disarray.
Her eyes widened as she held the dollar-sized latex skirt—a joke prop she'd bought on a whim years ago, never imagining she'd actually try it on. With a mix of trepidation and morbid curiosity, she stepped into it. The latex was unforgiving, clinging to her skin like a second, tighter layer. As she pulled it up, her breath hitched. It didn't even cover the curve of her hips. The waistband rested high on her lower abdomen, a stark black band against her pale skin. The skirt itself was a mere suggestion of fabric, a wide, flared strip that ended just below the swell of her pubic mound. It was utterly useless as clothing—a decoration framing the chaotic landscape below. The dense, dark curls and wiry strands stood in riotous contrast to the sleek material, creating an absurd, grotesque sight. A powerful, wealthy adventurer reduced to a caricature of her own excesses.
The insertion of the 7-inch pink butt plug, with its 4-inch base boldly declaring 'DO NOT PULL', served as a final, defiant flourish. As she adjusted her posture, the plug settled deep within her, delivering a constant, insistent pressure. The towering heels transformed her gait into a pronounced sway, each step causing a subtle internal shift. The walk evolved into a blend of authority and unease, amplifying her feminine silhouette. The exaggerated bust jutted forward, the wild growth below clashing with the ripped t-shirt and minuscule latex skirt. The inscription on the plug's base was a private taunt, a challenge to her own limits and any prying eyes. It proclaimed her command over her form, rejecting norms of restraint.
Yet the realization struck like a physical blow: the plug was no hidden secret but a precarious liability. With every fourth step, a subtle pressure built, a slow slide against her inner walls. By the twelfth, it would escape entirely, a vivid pink emblem of her miscalculation left on the pavement. Any bend, crouch, or sudden jolt—reaching for her bag or stumbling on uneven ground—could hasten its fall. Her once-defiant stride now turned into a frantic internal countdown, each heel click marking a gamble against exposure. She adopted a rigid, unnatural poise, clenching against gravity's pull. The heels, the bust, the untamed hair, the tiny skirt, and this treacherous device—it all formed a bold spectacle, teetering on the brink of scandal. She was Lara Croft: a treasure hunter valuing precision, now embodying chaos as she was prepared to head for the Thames riverbank on this sweltering summer Sunday.
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