Ishtar continued move through down the trail, knowing that she would make it to the beach very soon. She was trying to be as quiet as possible as not to tip off any teachers or staff what she was up to. If any of them knew about the late night party on the beach, all the party goers would get into trouble. In fact the party was had already swing a couple of hours ago.

Unfortunately Christy was suppose to provide music, but when she arrived at the party she had a sad look on her face. Her MP3 player's portable speakers had died and she didn't even bother to bring her MP3 player with her. Ishtar immediately volunteered to go get her player and speakers, and quietly headed out from the party to go retrieve them. The young woman managed to get back to the dorm without anyone noticing and had managed to sneak back out successfully.

The blue haired girl smell the salt air and feel the trade winds coming off the shore. She knew she was close to the beach. Any minute now she would be able to see the bonfire that the other girls had built on the beach. Smell the food they were cooking and here them chatting and giggling. She was a bit surprised she could not hear them now. But all that wouldn't matter soon as she cleared the last bit of trees and found herself on ....an empty beach.

Ishtar looked around confused as she brushed her long hair out of her eyes. At first it looked like the beach was completely abandoned as if there was no party had ever happened. It was then that the young woman noticed that the bonfire was further down the beach...much further down the beach. She had taken the wrong trail to get back to the party. Ishtar silently cursed the thick forest, it had protected the bonfire and the party from ever being discovered by prying eyes, but it also meant that the blue haired girl would never notice she had gotten off-track until she got on the beach.

They were so far away that she couldn't even here them, and the fire looked this far away. However the young woman was dressed in her sunflower themed beach wrap that only covered her from just above her breasts to above her knees. She wanted to try out her bandeau swimsuit once she gotten over to the party, so she had no choice but to start walking towards it. The sandals she was wearing would at least made the trip comfortable.

This little goober was out of the job if he didn't find someone. His first and last encounter with one of these students almost turned into a fiasco in the showers. He just did not mix well with water and had to hide in the most unsanitary place... Preferably not mentioned. How did he escape? Having shit for brains, at the moment, lead him to not even figure that one out.

It will take some time for him to recall just how in the world he ever would tangle the himself in sand. The grainy texture he was coating on that sticky membrane caused an appearance of a rolling sand rock but worse an irresistible itch. The moment he finds grass, he will certainly be scribbling his slime ball trail all over the place, and hope to dear lord that grass is sharp enough to shed this armored skin.

This grapefruit sized sand ball plows straight ahead into a barrier.

*Faint gurgle noises*

He wasn't watching his way and had stopped at the foot of some blue headed bombshell. The exterior would have been easily sticking to her sandals if not for this blasted sand. Luckily, it is night out, he did have the appearance of the sandy dune beach, but her foot was bare where he struck. It must have felt like an animal brushed her toes or something because of the immediate reaction.

By instinct, he plays possum and quickly tries to think up some plan. If he had a nose it would bleed from thinking too hard... Then again, it might just bleed from having such an awesome vantage point.

Eeek! Ishtar let out a gasp as she felt something crawl over her foot. She instinctively jumps back as she looks around for whatever had just run over her foot. In her imagination she had thought for sure that some sort crab had crawled over her foot and was ready to snap at any moment at her toes.

Frantically the young woman looked around at the ground frantically for any sign of the crab or any other creature...nothing. The blue haired girl looked around and again could not find anything. Ishtar spun around as she looked around for the creature that had just run over her foot. However as much as she looked around there was simply no creature to be found.

Ishtar let out a sigh, wondering if her imagination was getting better of her. She was about to take a step forward when she saw a sand ball about the size of a grapefruit near her foot. Was that what brushed against her foot? That didn't make any sense as it would not have been able to move on its own. The blue haired girl decided to play with her foot to see what it was exactly...

*She is going to kick me!!!* Those thoughts are going straight to his non-existent head. She is nudging him around in the sand. Two times now, he has been subjected to this predictable humiliation of being toyed with all because of his size.

He instantly opens up like pacman, inhaling like a balloon, his membrane stretched thin, expanding his features to the size of a soccer ball, and nomnoms on her foot up to her ankle.

The sand rolls inside and out of him like rough wool on the bare places the sandals fail to cover. He is not so sure this was a good idea and the fact that his body mass expended a bit of fluids just to take on the shape of an enveloping bag was enough to confirm that. If he did not have the need to spend juices to take shapes like that, he might have made it up to her calf but, oh well. He still needs to figure out how to filter that sand out of his system too.

For only this instant, he has to quickly think of a way to take advantage before she stomps him out. Luckily, the thought of her grinding him into the sand put fear into him. He storms up like a ring around her leg at a fast pace to escape the sole of her foot. In a matter of just a couple of seconds, he is snug tight around her thigh, climbing that shapely limb, leaving a sandy jell over her calf and knee. If he can make it up high enough, he might just get between those toned columns, and get a taste of flesh that will whet his appetite.

For a moment it seemed to be some sort of solid sand ball. Ishtar wondered who had made as she nudged around the sand. It was so weird to see something that well made out of sand, it seemed not lose any consistency as she rolled it around. She wondered if there was anyone nearby who could have made it or if one of the girls had wandered away from the party.

Suddenly the sand ball open like a giant maw. The young woman looked in absolute shock as she saw the sand ball close around her ankle covering her left foot completely. The young woman screamed as she struggled felt the rough sand roll across the bare areas of her feet. The blue haired girl could also feel some sort of goo inside as it was becoming clear that the sand ball was really some sort of creature. Instantly she brought her foot up in the air carrying the mysterious creature up with her. She tried to shake the sand ball of her foot.

Suddenly the creature moved up her leg rapidly up her leg, form a giant ring of jelly sand as it moved up her calf and her knee, and finally wrapped around her thigh. The poor woman could feel goo and sand over the parts of her leg that the creature had passed over on its way further up to her body. The student desperately tried to put her hands on her thigh to try the creature to keep from going further up her leg. The creature was already threatening to go under her beach wrap and close to her bottom piece of her swimsuit.

*Now there is an idea,* his oblivious mind raced, just using her hands to stop him from going up her leg. Well, that worked. He circles her wrist and shoots up. He really doesn't leave any time for much reacting as he commits to his new goal.

Yes, there is a good deal of gain to be had fighting his way past her hands, pursing himself into those clothes, fidgeting with her lawn, and working up the woman for sweet honey... Just easier to jump in that screaming mouth and start swallowing. Then he will have a better chance at capturing more from her once he grows.

He rolls his jell-ring body over the ball of her shoulder and stops under her armpit to split his link. Like a roll of dough, made of goo, the slimy creature slithers to her neck, and his body distorts around her slender throat to produce another ring to shimmy up. He does get a little smaller by morphing again and again. If that bodily fluid is not contained soon, he's toast.

Tying and gagging, he muffles her scream, and corks her orally. The invasion starts with him suckling on this girl's tongue. If he could, he would be salivating for that saliva but instead sheds and coax's the sandy coat. This should cause the spit to rise, wash, and be his refreshment. Messy, yucky, but gets results.

Ishtar watched in horror as the goo creature did not seemed to be affected by her efforts to keep it from going up her leg. Instead the creature soon circles one of her wrists as it seemed to take a different path than it was going originally.

It suddenly shot up her arm as it made a bee line for body. The young woman screamed some more as she tried to shake the creature off her arm. However, she had no better luck in removing the creature from her arm than she did when she shook her foot.

The ring creature soon found itself at her shoulder as for a moment seemed content to stay there for a second. However the creature soon begins to slither up to her neck, leaving the weirdest sensation of slime as the creature moved over her delicate body. As soon as the creature reached the back of neck it soon formed a collar of slime around her neck. Ishtar was freaking out as the creature begins to make it way to up her neck.

It is then that the creature thrusts into her mouth, cutting off her screams. She could feel the creature against her tongue coating the mouth with sand. The young woman's body instantly builds up spit to wash the disgusting sand off her tongue. Even as the poor girl's hands rise up to try to grab the creature on her face and neck.