In the manager's office, Brad finished giving Megan a lapdance and whispered lustily in her ear, "Why don't we change into our bathing suits and fool around in the pool?"
Megan growled. "I like the way you think, hot stuff."
They went back to their room, where Brad slipped into a hot pink thong bikini, while Megan put on a pair of baggy board shorts. She thought about wearing a t-shirt down to the pool, but decided it was warm enough to not bother. They walked back through the lobby, the topless movie star drawing as much attention as her bikini-clad man, and when they got there, they were pleasantly surprised to find Joanne and Kyle also dressed for swimming.
"Great minds think alike, bro!" Megan said to Kyle, who was also wearing swim trunks and no shirt, which meant his new large and pert breasts were on display for the world to see. His new round and firm rear end pressed against the back of his suit, and the bottom of the shorts stopped at the knee, concealing his supple thighs but still exposing his slender calves and dainty feet.
"Damn straight, buddy," Kyle said, fist-bumping Megan.
"I love that suit, Joanne!" Brad squealed.
"Thanks," Joanne said demurely, standing in a classic red string bikini that covered very little of her newfound muscle. Everything about her was now ripped: arms, shoulders, stomach, chest, legs. From the neck down, the only evidence that still existed of her womanhood was the flat front of her bikini bottoms, since Dr. Moriarty had decided to leave their genitals alone for the time being.
Despite her newfound bulk, Joanne still carried herself like a gorgeous woman used to using sex appeal to get her way, and she put a hand on her sturdy, narrow hip and cocked an eyebrow suggestively as she called over the waiter for some drinks.
The waiter, a beautiful blonde woman in a man's uniform and with a man's swagger, carried over a margarita pitcher. She studied the bizarrely-attired foursome in front of her and thought, "A lot of weirdos in this place."