This is a story, which contains adult themes; if you�re a
minor, don�t read further. If you aren�t, enjoy� hopefully.
Tricks on the beach
Megan arched her back and let the shower water run all over her tanned, shapely body. She loved to spend time in the shower because she knew full well that it was the one place in the world where no one would be staring at her chest. She could lock the door and be completely alone with her gigantic breasts.
����������� For gigantic they were, of her own volition. She had always had reasonably large breasts but two years ago had gone a step further and obtained implants. The surgeon had done an amazing job, not leaving any scars at all and boosting her D cups to Es with barely any change in shape. This suited her fine, she loved her breasts and loved to show them off. Sometimes, however, like now, she just liked to be alone and appreciate them by herself.
����������� In fact she gave them an inordinate amount of attention, even stretching as far as oiling them every night and morning, playing with them when alone, and basically marvelling in their perfection. Megan could be said to have a breast fetish, unusual in a resolutely straight woman.
����������� After staring at her perfect orbs vacantly for several minutes she realised the time must be getting on. She was meeting her best friend, Kathryn, at the beach that morning and had not even got as far as oiling her best features. And she simply couldn�t lounge on a beach wearing a bikini without doing that. She shuddered at the thought.
����������� When she looked at her watch she realised that she had been correct, there was not enough time now and she prided herself on never being late. There was only one solution, she would oil them on the beach, well the bits that showed. She was easily brazen enough where her breasts were concerned to not worry about the stares she was sure to receive. Pleased with her solution she pulled on the tiny red bikini, her tits were actually ballooning out the top, and a pair of very high heeled red sandals, and drove off.
����������� Kathryn was waiting when she arrived. She was very similar to Megan in size and build, two years ago they were almost identical apart from Megan had red hair and Kathryn was blonde. Now although Kathryn had large D cups, the were overshadowed rather by Megan�s artificially enhanced monsters. She wore a yellow bikini and squealed in alarm when Megan told her what she was going to do.
����������� �You can�t do that! People will think we�re prostitutes or something!�
����������� �I don�t see why not, it�s no different to suntan lotion.� Megan was adamant.
����������� �For you it is! I�ve seen you, you take hours over those babies!�
����������� �Oh come on, you needn�t watch, just pretend you�re asleep while I do it, I don�t mind people looking at me.�
����������� Kathryn knew there wasn�t anything she could do to change her friend�s mind so after they had unrolled their mats she lay face down and pretended to nod off. Megan uncorked her bottle of Boob-Y-Glow breast oil and upended it onto her bust. People stopped what they were doing and stared.
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The trickster looked on from afar, �an exhibitionist,
that one, perhaps a little spell.�
Suddenly the bottle�s weight increased dramatically, the stream pouring out of the neck showed no sign of slowing down. It splattered all over Megan�s tits, neck, and stomach and she couldn�t stop it. The bottle remained resolutely full no matter how much of the golden, cloying liquid gushed forth.
����������� Bystanders watched with interest as the young, shapely redhead grappled with the tiny bottle in her hands as it disgorged its contents all over her and her companion.
����������� As she felt the oil hit her bare back Kathryn sat up and stared in amazement as her friend was systematically drenched from head to toe in the unpleasant liquid, her skin turning a slick, golden-brown colour and her hair turning into matted ringlets.
����������� Megan screamed with rage as she wrestled desperately with the demented bottle, the spell was broken, only when her hands became so oil soaked and slippery that she couldn�t hold it any longer. It flew into the sand and abruptly stopped gushing.
����������� �What the hell happened?� Kathryn shouted, she had a light coating of oil herself and was not pleased with her friend.
����������� �I don�t bloody know, it went crazy or something, maybe it was a joke bottle.� Megan was angry and confused, not to mention feeling as though she had been heavily basted for the oven, and couldn�t keep from snapping at her friend.
����������� Kathryn shook herself huffily and opened her mouth to speak�
�The only joke around here is you with your stupid, fat, over inflated, corpulent, disease ridden, fake looking torpedoes jutting ridiculously out of your chest like�� abruptly Kathryn covered her mouth.
����������� Megan was furious, �What did you say? Just what did you say?�
����������� �I swear Meg, I didn�t mean to say those things, I didn�t even think them, please, and I just couldn�t stop myself.� Kathryn was distraught as she realised this could ruin their friendship forever, despite it not being her fault, she still couldn�t explain the outburst.
����������� �You�d better mean that, because I can�t help but remember your jealously when I first got these babies home. You felt so bad because they looked so good and you were scared to go in for it. Now who do the men look at? Me.� Megan railed against her friend.
����������� �Yes, yes I know, but I can�t explain why I said that anymore than you can explain about that bottle, come on we�re both covered in this stuff, lets go clean up.�
����������� Reluctantly Megan agreed, shooting her friend a very suspicious look before getting to her feet. Both women were wearing very high-heeled sandals, even though the sand was very fluffy and it was difficult for them to make quick progress. Neither would remove them though, they wouldn�t be seen dead in public without heels.
����������� Kathryn was slightly the shorter of the two but made up for it with absolutely outrageous footwear. Her heels were fully six inches, and she actually had to put her arm around Megan�s shoulders to walk on the sand. Wobbling slowly, they made for the steps up to the toilet blocks.
����������� They courted many glances, from men, at their wobbling, oil covered, chests, or from women at their disgusting, slick bodies, which they assumed were deliberate. As they reached the steps�
The trickster looked on from behind, �Is there no end to their vanity? A third incantation, I think.�
As they climbed the concrete steps Kathryn stopped, and screamed. Her shoes felt hot and strange. Without warning her feet flew from under her and she tumbled down the steps. When Megan reached her side she saw, to her amazement, that Kathryn�s horribly impractical shoes had changed. Now the unfortunate woman was wearing a pair of huge, spiny sea urchins. She tore at them in shock and her hand was covered in painful spikes before she managed to loosen their grip.
����������� Bizarrely, Megan saw, there was no blood, just her feet, covered in horrible, black, spines. They must have hurt a terribly because all Kathryn could do was whimper. Megan told her it would be all right and dragged her over to the side of the steps where she was in shade, ready to begin the long and painful process of pulling each and every spine out of her skin.
Megan sat near her but, to her mind, her friend had the situation well in hand and in any case she had come to the beach to have fun, probably with men, Kathryn�s trouble couldn�t distract her from this true goal.
Sure enough a very attractive young man wearing speedos came running up, Megan sat up expectantly but he ran past and looked to help out Kathryn.
�I�m training to be a doctor,� he said �What happened?�
Kathryn didn�t look up from her methodical task. She couldn�t fully explain what had happened. �I guess I just stood on them, someone probably left them on the steps on purpose.�
Megan saw that this was not going the way she had planned. �Excuse me doctor��
�I�m not a doctor yet.�
�Well as good as, I�m sure,� she simpered, smiling her most ingratiating grin. �I was helping her and I think I�ve got one of the horrible spines stuck in�� she lowered her voice to a whisper. �my breast.�
He gasped, �that�s awful, does it hurt?�
�Terribly, I wonder if you could feel for it, its gone a long way in, there might not be much above the surface.� Very deliberately she took his hands in hers and put one on each of her massive mams. He�s got to know what I�ve got to offer, she reasoned.
He felt lightly in a very thorough way, seeming to be enjoying himself before�
����������� There was a hissssss-POP and Megan�s chest suddenly felt very light. She looked up in horror to see the young man holding a disgusting, wobbly looking object in each hand. He yelled and threw them down.
����������� She looked; her breasts had become floppy bags, the bikini top hanging off them. That must mean�
����������� He�d been holding her implants in his hands.
����������� Her implants had come out.
����������� How was that possible?
����������� Then reality took over and her true persona kicked in. She screamed and beat the ground with her fists. �What�s happened to my boobies? What the fuck has happened to my boobies? My beautiful boobies��
����������� The nearly-doctor had left by then, showing not very professional horror and disgust at this development. Megan was in an utter panic, worried she would be disfigured for life she didn�t even care that everyone could see her nipples, albeit on unattractive fleshy sacks, flapping and dangling as she made her panicked contortions.
����������� Kathryn looked like she wanted to come and comfort her friend but when she tried to move the pain in the feet caused her to gasp and stay put.
�You like �em that badly? Here you go, you�ll like them a hundred times more now.�
Megan felt a sudden weight on her chest. Although the implants still lay in the sand her breasts definitely looked fuller.
����������� She cupped them, turning her back to onlookers. �Could it be?�
����������� The flesh moved beneath her hands and she snatched them away as she felt rushing water running from some unidentified source, billowing out empty flesh as it entered her mams.
����������� Before long they were the size of her old E cups and she was now sobbing happily. Then she realised that it wasn�t stopping. This took her breath away. How exciting, maybe she�d gain a cup size or two. And it seemed natural as well. The exhibitionist inside her took over and she stood up, proudly displaying her massive breasts to the crowd.
����������� �And look folks, they�re still growing, who�d like to bet how big they�ll get?� she clapped a hand over her mouth, she hadn�t meant to say that, hadn�t even thought it�
����������� The weight began to test even her strong back muscles. All thoughts of the cloying oil now gone from her head she watched, equally fascinated and alarmed as her tits became the size of beachballs.
����������� She whispered, speaking to her tits as she had done in the past. �Now, that�s a little too big, I think you should stop now. I like you how you are.� Her chest however, had other ideas.
����������� With a sudden, unexpected surge, they shot out like twin missiles. She was knocked onto her shapely rear on the sand and the crowd stood rooted to the spot. Now her tits were about two metres in length, no way could she stand up with that weight. The tears began to form again.
����������� �Oh God, what�s happening to me? What�s happening to my boobies? Please someone, get a doctor.� But no one could move, though many tried to, all they could do was stare at the figure sitting miserably in the sand, with flesh coloured moon-rockets jutting from her chest.
����������� Her skin began to feel very tight and warm. She looked in horror to see that it was so taught she could actually see the liquid sloshing about inside. She buried her face in her new assets and moaned.
����������� They started to fatten again. The stretching of the skin causing her to cry out once more. As the crowd began to realise she couldn�t take much more they again tried to help her, but an invisible force held them in place.
����������� She struggled to stand up, only succeeding in falling on her back, pinned down by armchair sized breasts. As the skin whitened and she thought she could see the crowd through the horribly stretched membrane she gave one last moan before�
�Now she�ll be popular like she wanted.�
Megan exploded. As her tits split she felt no pain, there was no blood, everyone in the crowd was soaked and she was mysteriously still alive, feeling no pain. The bystanders screamed as they were covered in what they expected to be breast flesh, but it turned out to be something else, a water like liquid.
����������� On the men it had no effect but within seconds, as Megan gathered up the unfeeling remains of her short lived furniture-breasts, the women began to squeal in surprise as it took hold. Bikini tops snapped as breasts expanded. This time, however, the effect seemed to give the affected women a lot of pleasure, as moans and little cries of delight filled the air, mingling with surprise and alarm. The effect was also short and more manageable.
����������� Every on looking woman touched by the breast liquid now sported a perfect pair of E cups. Wives and partners danced and shouted and played with their new toys.
����������� Megan just knew that somehow she�d made all this possible. And was more than willing to take the credit, getting up and accepting all the affected women�s profuse thanks for the bounty she had drenched them in. At least she didn�t stick out as much anymore.