Enchanted Beach: X Marks The Spot

My apologies for only one upload last week. Between house-related work, I got sick again and thunderstorms every other day, it was hard to find time to sit down and work on a caption, and someone pressed the fast-forward button on tonight's tape apparently because it disappeared out from under me. Going to try for two or three this week, but I will for sure have another caption ready by Friday.

In one corner of the Multiverse an old man and his caretaker take a trip to a certain beach, and find the real treasure buried in the sands.

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Joseph stared at the curvy woman walking just slighty ahead of him, who was staring excitedly back at the tall black man through the stylish sunglasses she wore. Moments before, though, the woman hadn't been there. Instead, it had been old Isaac Kasanski, Joe's elderly patient who spent his rapidly setting twilight years combing the beach for buried treasure. Joe himself was just Issac's caretaker, hired by his family to essentially live with the old man until he passed away so that they wouldn't have to. It was funny, it was all too common in Joe’s line of work that he was hired to take care of racist old white people. They’d spent a large portion of their lives putting people like him down, yet at the end they were put face to face with their racist ways and relied on people whose skin color they grew old hating to take care of their most basic needs. Isaac had been no different, but unlike the growing percentage of old people that, at the end repented their hateful ways, Mr. Kasanski clearly was not going to be one of them. 

And for good reason; Isaac was a bit of a nasty old man. He was cruel, mean-spirited and hateful, full of curses and more than willing to hold a grudge over nothing and more than once he'd tried to have Joe arrested simply because he was in a bad mood and convinced he didn't need a 'negro babysitter'. The one thing in Isaac's life that didn't seem to make him miserable was combing the local beach with his metal detector and looking for treasure that he'd convinced himself was there despite it having been artificially created by the tourism board in the area from nothing but rocky coast. Joe let the old man have his delusions, after all it wasn't too bad to spend several hours on the beach every day just following the old man and hauling his oxygen tank around. Usually Isaac was too focused on scanning the same strip of beach to lay into Joe, which was a nice break from the usual beratement that happened in Isaac's tiny house or the endless droning of ‘classic’ television shows from the 50s and 60s. But today, of course, had to be different, today Isaac was convinced that he’d found a legit treasure map that led to a chest full of gold just up the beach, away from the younger crowds of people and families. Joe could tell something was wrong due to the angry mumbling.

"Every goddamn time. I bet it's them. It has to be them. Always trying to keep a good Catholic man down with their beards and stupid hats"

"What's that, Mr. Isaac?" Joe asked, but mentally kicked himself when he saw the glare on the old man's face.

"Why do you care? Just some Black fella gonna steal it from me anyway! Bet you wish there was some hot young white girl here, huh!? More boobs than brains? Typical!" The old man had hissed before breaking down into a series of racially charged comments.

“Old man, I WISH there was I was here with a chick like that instead of your busted old ass!” Joe swore under his breath as he clenched the handle of the oxygen tank tighter. And then suddenly the large Black man felt a tingle in his palm and a breeze on the back of his neck and he looked down just in time to watch the entire cart and tank vanish into sand. He stared at the spot, dumbfounded, until an asthmatic gasp turned his attention back towards Isaac. The old man must having a heart attac-

But instead of seeing the old man sprawled on the ground, Joe watched in terrified fascination as a small tornado of sand spun up from the beach, the granules sparkling gold in the late afternoon sun as they traveled across Isaac’s body. The gnarled, tree-root like fingers stretched outwards with sickening pops and cracks as they slimmed down, the yellowing nails turning glossy as red. Isaac’s liver-spotted arms were next as the leathery, wrinkled, baggy skin because taught around the bones, growing a healthy tan as the scattered white hairs vanished as the gangly limbs filled with youthful fat and muscle. The old man’s crooked shoulders straightened with a might pop and lost whatever remaining masculine disposition they had as they rounded out and arched backwards, pulling his hunched spine upwards and back as full, feminine breasts erupted from his torso, now cradled in a red bikini as the flimsy t-shirt unraveled in the magical breeze. His distended stomach gurgled and churned as it sucked inward, leaving a toned and tanned mid-rift with a decorative stud in the clean and shaven belly button that had, just moments before, been a crusty and hair-filled pit. The fused vertebrae snapped and cracked as they were pulled into a new position as the few remaining muscles, ruined and aged by time were replaced, becoming toned and firm as the changes traveled further downwards. 

Gone were the skeleton-like knobby legs, the non-existent hips and flat as a board rear hidden by lifeless blue board short. Instead there was a soft inflating sound as Isaac’s hips widened farther and farther as his ass expanded outwards and outwards, straining against the flimsy board shorts before the fabric gave way, shifting to a matching red bikini bottom that, for only a brief moment, cradled a withered bulge before it slimmed away into a womanly void. The old man’s legs cracked and popped as the arthritis was ground away, their muscles becoming full of energy and power and the same youthful flesh that now covered most of his former body. Isaac’s club-like feet with their yellowing, up-curled toenails shrank and sizzled in the rapidly changing sandals until they, like the rest of the old man’s body, now resembled that of a young woman’s.  The final change was Isaac’s face; the skin that was stretched tight across his skeletal death mask of a skull relaxing and plumping as the bones themselves shifted into new positions and shapes. The thin, cracked lips that had been speckled with drool became full and healthy as a layer of red lipstick coated them, and his bald scalp, liver spotted and topped with only a few scraggly bits of hair circling just above new small, non-withered ears erupted into a cascade of luxurious brown hair. 

The final changes were Isaac’s eyes as the rheumy, cataract filled orbs that had, long ago, been blue turned a rich, almost glowing brown as they grew a little larger beneath newly trimmed and styled brows, and the enormous coke-bottle lenses that had allowed the old man to see shrank until they were an expensive pair of sunglasses resting atop a cute nose that had formerly been a little too long and full of gray hairs. 

With one last tingle and twirl of sand, the metal detector and it’s battery pack let out a dying, synthy wail as it crumpled into a large designer purse that hung from Isaac’s new shoulders.

The woman stood there for a moment and blinked in surprise as the sand settled back into the beach and the sudden breeze settled down. And then she smiled, showing her perfect white teeth before sliding a tiny hand into Joe’s larger, darker one, curling around it and giving it a soft squeeze.

“Like, c’mon babe! It’s totally right up here!” She giggled, pulling Joe forward as she walked. The larger black man couldn’t understand what had happened. One moment Isaac had been there and then he had…had morphed into this stunning woman! All because he’d…wished it! But that couldn’t be possible, right? Magic didn’t really…exist, did it? And even if magic did exist, what about Isaac’s family? There was no way they’d accept the truth! Joe would get arrested and tried for murder! He had to get the old man back! Or failing that he himself had to get away!

Another slight breeze blew a stray grain of sand into Joe’s eyes and he blinked painfully as the two slowed to a stop. When he’d flicked the tiny granule out of his eye, he looked at Isabelle, his current girlfriend. She was a fine piece of woman, rich, just thick enough to where he had something to hold onto, and a little on the dumb side. Not a total bimbo, but she was easily impressed and even more easily entertained. And most importantly, she was great in bed and was always almost always ready to go. They’d come to the beach today, where Isabelle spent most of her time while Joe was at work and she was convinced that she’d found some buried treasure further up the beach, away from the crowds. The only people nearby were a couple groups of older women and a few young couples, like themselves. But there were no kids, no noisy dogs and very little noise beyond some distant chatter and the sound of the waves hitting the shore. It was, even to Joe, pretty romantic.

“We’re here, babe!” Isabelle giggled as she pointed to the crudely drawn giant X that was dug into the ground, “Told you I was following a treasure map!”

Joe rolled his eyes but pulled the smaller woman close, grabbing her juicy rear with a large hand, relishing her squeal of delight as she huddled close to him, biting her lip in expectation. 

“Well. X marks the spot I guess” Joe chuckled as he felt her against him, his cock growing harder with each passing moment. It was clear that she’d led him here for.

“Better start digging for the treasure, baby…” She whispered huskily before one arm reached up and wrapped itself around Joe’s neck while the other slipped beneath Joe’s shorts. They fell in the sand, right on the large X, and began to make love, not caring of the approving looks from the closest group of older women nearby.