Plastic Pollution


 Brad had blunder through a slick of a strange oily substance on his morning swim. By the time he'd struggled back to shore, he was naked, with a pair of huge tits jutting from his chest, unnaturally smooth skin, and an exaggerated female figure.

The combined effect looked almost artificial. Like he'd become a walking talking sex doll, the product of an especially horny mad scientist. 

"Damn, what was that oily crap anyway?" He asked the empty beach in his girlish new voice "I've heard of plastic pollution, but this is ridiculous!"


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