This is a work of fiction intended for mature readers. It contains descriptions of sexual
material and situations that may offend readers. 18 and over please.
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Beach Blanket Bewitching
by Nomdreserv
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Lynette waited at the cottage door with an expectant smile as Jessie pulled her overnight
bags from the back of the car. She enjoyed the round bottom and shape of Jessie’s legs
highlighted by the position despite casual jeans, and felt a pleasant warmth and sexual
tingle as thought about her special plans for the weekend.
“’Bout time,” Lynette called as Jessie approached the door. “Rachel’s already changed,
on the beach, and into the Sangria.” Her own beach cover up showed she was ready to
join her. “And, I might add, she looks really hot.”
Jessie stopped and looked at Lynette carefully, pushing some stray locks of long, black
hair from her face. “Don’t get my hopes up,” she grumbled. “Besides, I stopped to
finally buy that dress I told you about. I look totally hot in it, and you two will be
helpless with jealousy when we go out to dinner tonight. We have to go someplace and
have a little fun.”
Lynette smiled mysteriously. “That I can guarantee.”
“So, how is she?” Jessie asked, following Lynette to a guest room.
“Better. David was pretty nasty at the breakup. I think that made it easier. Plus, he really
was a jerk.”
“Guys!” Jessie shook her head. “God, I’m glad I don’t have to worry about a whole
other sex.”
“You have enough trouble with one,” Lynette laughed.
“Never heard you complain,” Jessie shot back. “Now, if we could just convince Rachel,
we could all settle down and live happily ever after.” Jessie started to undress, shucking
her shoes and jeans freely in front of Lynette, then pulling off her shirt. When she saw
Lynette’s gaze fix on her generous breasts, she smiled. She had high hopes for the
weekend, and decided to try for an early start by reaching towards the tie holding
Lynette’s cover up closed.
Lynette slapped at the hand.
“Watch it,” she warned. “Are you forgetting about Rachel?”
“Never,” Jessie purred. “In fact, I’d LOVE to get her involved too.”
Lynette smiled crookedly.
“As if you haven’t tried! All those days in the dorm walking around half naked, getting
her drunk ...”
“Worked with you,” Jessie pouted.
“It worked with me because I was already attracted to you and comfortable with who I
was. I’m surprised Rachel put up with it.”
“Lynn, I know she’s interested,” Jessie insisted. “You can see it in her eyes. And she
didn’t exactly run from the room whenever I came on to her.”
“Wouldn’t give you the satisfaction,” Lynette teased. “She also made it pretty clear she
wasn’t into alternative lifestyles.”
“Alternative!” Jessie snorted. “Like it’s a choice!” Her voice rose into bimbo range.
“Hmm, let’s see. I’ll take an order of lesbian with a side of domination, easy on the
physical, and hold the bondage.” She waved her hands in irritation, and her voice
returned to normal. “And like an apprentice witch has any right to be self righteous about
a ‘normal’ lifestyle.”
“Take it easy,” Lynette held up her own hands in defeat. “I’m on your side, remember?
And so is Rachel, really. I know she took some nasty comments for living with us, and
you should have seen her when anyone sniped at you behind your back. How many
women would stay friends after finding out their lesbian roommate was trying to seduce
them?”
“Maybe just the ones who were trying to learn magic together,” Jessie admitted, then
added hopefully. “Or secretly wanted to make magic together.” She continued
undressing, to the other woman’s obvious appreciation. “We’d make an awesome
threesome, Lynn.”
“We already do,” Lynette reproved her quietly.
“You know what I mean. It would be great. You know it, I know it, and I think Rachel
knows it. She’s just scared or nervous or something. Maybe expects a scarlet ‘L’ to
appear on her breast.”
“Ooh, kinky.”
“Be serious. It’s not like you have to sign a contract and put it on your driver’s license.
Geez, you still date guys sometimes - though God knows why.” She pulled out a skimpy
white bikini. “You talk to her.”
“I may do just that,” Lynette replied, her mysterious smile returning. “Somehow, I
suspect she’s in a more receptive mood today.”
“Promises, promises,” Jessie whined, struggling to pull her bikini bottom up. She
stopped halfway up her hips. “Uh oh, I think I should have brought my fat suit.”
Lynette shook her head, and to Jessie’s surprise after her earlier coyness, came over to
kiss her gently while pressing against her full breasts. “You look great. And don’t worry
about the suit. It just needs to stretch. I’ll bet it will feel fine.” The mysterious smile
reappeared. “Right about the time you finish your first drink. We’ll see you outside.”
Lynette walked away and stepped out the back door, almost directly onto the secluded
beach the house sat on. It was part of a remote development, or rather, lack of
development. The few homes in the area were well shielded and wonderfully private.
Most had been owned by the same families for years, just as in Lynette’s case. She and
her siblings shared costs and maintenance, and each got a weekend in turn. This weekend
was her turn, in more ways than one, and now that Jessie had arrived to complete the
group, she could really set her plan in motion.
They were an admittedly odd trio, Lynette decided, despite their strong friendship and
casual intimacy. College roommates who became fast friends (and two of them lovers),
Lynette’s fascination with the occult had infected them all. It was Lynette who had found
her way to Lisa’s book and curio shop, opening the way to the real world of magic, and a
job as Lisa’s assistant. Lisa had even said she could sponsor them for admission to the
Institute once they proved their proficiency. Eager to do just that, they frequently
gathered after work and on weekends to try out simple spells, or share over drinks and
conversation whatever knowledge they had learned, the arcane, reality-altering rituals
contrasting almost comically with sweatshirts and Margaritas. Lynette wondered if all
covens started out like a girls’ night out.
Out in the bright sun, she saw Rachel applying the last of her copious sunscreen, overly
cautious as always. A fair-skinned blond, she was fanatical about limiting her exposure,
including a wide-brimmed hat and a wrap-around beach skirt with her suit, whereas
Lynette could never get enough sun, and boasted a deep tan most of the summer. It was
yet another example of how disparate they were in personality and appearance. Rachel
was a tall blond, cool and controlled, confident in her views of love and life and therefore
unshakably (in her own mind) heterosexual. Her long legs and small breasts were set off
well by a one-piece suit with a low, scoop neck and thin straps to emphasize her upper
body.
Lynette was medium height and build, with chestnut hair, and a more relaxed view on
life, that lead to early and enthusiastic experiments in love (she was happily bisexual) and
magic. It was a combination of the latter two that made her smile when she saw that
Rachel had drunk half a glass of Sangria already. She pulled off her own cover to reveal
a sexy, athletic tank suit with high cut legs that bared her hips. Her smile intensified
when she saw Rachel’s gaze hold for several seconds longer than polite on her exposed
legs.
“Jessie’s here,” Lynette announced, plopping onto a towel next to Rachel. “Prepare to be
converted.”
“Oh God!” Rachel complained, peering briefly over her dark glasses to show apparent
consternation. “Not again.”
“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” Lynette replied simply, taking care to refill Rachel’s glass.
She then reached into the cooler and pulled out her own glass, carefully marked and
already full.
“Ha! Maybe I’ll try to convert HER this weekend.”
“Good luck,” Lynette laughed. “We could set up a cultural exchange program for you
two.” She studied Rachel covertly, not seeing any obvious changes yet, but since there
were two potions at work, she could test the other one easily enough. “You should take
your hat off, Rachel. Really enjoy that sun. It feels wonderful.”
Rachel frowned. She hated to overexpose her fair skin and was especially careful of her
face, but now that Lynette mentioned it, the warmth of the sun was very enticing. She
pulled the hat off, shook out her long, blond tresses, and lifted her face in appreciation.
Lynette was thrilled. It might be coincidence, but ...
Jessie’s voice behind them interrupted before Lynette could test it further.
“When shall we three meet again?
The beach you say? Let it not rain!”
She had stayed with the white bikini, just a little tight and inappropriate for her
voluptuous figure. She had nicely curved legs, a prominent, very round bottom, and large
breasts, just a bit disproportionate to her small stature and barely contained by the bikini
top. It was a fitting sign of her more sensual and passionate nature, the most intense of
the three. Even her walk oozed sensuality, graceful, yet with a subtle, regular swaying of
her hips. She made a short, sexy eyeful, and even Rachel seemed to stare with more than
casual interest as she approached.
Jessie noticed the stare with appreciation. Despite her college antics, she was very careful
never to push too hard with Rachel. Their friendship was too important. But she was
sure there was a hidden attraction, and if Rachel ever wanted to make the first move, she
was eager to respond.
She did, but only to pour a glass from the Sangria pitcher and hold it aloft.
“Come and join us in the sun,
At least until the drinks are done.”
“Fair enough,” Jessie laughed. “Sure beats a stormy heath.” She set out a towel and sat
down, carefully positioning herself to talk easily, and incidentally get a good view of
Rachel’s long legs. She took a drink of the sweet wine punch. “Mmm. Good stuff,
Lynette.”
“You have no idea,” Lynette murmured.
As usual, Jessie minced no words. “So, Rachel, you want to talk about him or forget
about him?”
Talk they did. Interestingly, as Lynette and Jessie explained to Rachel why she better off
without David, and how he really was no loss, she found herself agreeing with them.
Soon, all the suppressed hurt and anger she’d been struggling with for the week faded and
all but disappeared. She visibly relaxed, and her smiles were now fresh and unforced.
“Good,” Jessie decided aloud. “We’re done with him. Now, what’s on the horizon?
Lynn, learn anything from Lisa this week?” She refilled her own and Rachel’s glass.
“As a matter of fact,” Lynette began carefully. “I did. She was in a rare mood.
Disgustingly happy and positively glowing.”
“Mr. Right?” Rachel asked.
“Or Ms Right?” Jessie put in with a grin. Lisa was pretty open about her own bisexuality.
“Both,” Lynette answered in a satisfying trump. “Long story. I’ll just give you some
highlights.” She did so. “Anyway, she was feeling pretty generous, and gave me some
potions to try out. Says they did wonders for her.”
“No way! Really? Like what?”
“Sorry, ladies. I want to keep them for a little surprise. But don’t worry – we will
definitely try them this weekend. I’ve got plans.”
“Oohhh,” Jessie teased with a feigned tremble and a reassuring wink at Rachel. “Plans.
Evil plans, no doubt. You going all mad scientist on us maybe, Lynnie? You wouldn’t
like to be more specific would you?”
Lynette preferred the full version of her name, and just barely tolerated Jessie’s usual
shortened form. She knew “Lynnie” was designed to irritate her into talking.
“As a matter of fact, no. I’m just going to relax for a while.” She lay down resolutely.
“You can relax,” Jessie said, jumping to her feet. She tugged at her suit and was pleased
to find it wasn’t as tight as she had thought at first. “I’m gonna go splash in the water and
cool off before Lynn changes me into a frog or something.” She strolled away, hips
swaying provocatively.
“You’d look good in green,” Rachel called after her, eyes never leaving her swaying
backside.
“Doesn’t Jessie have great curves?” Lynette asked.
The blond guiltily broke the lingering gaze that had followed Jessie down the beach.
“I guess,” she said noncommittally. “I don’t really notice those things.”
“Sure you do,” Lynette said simply but firmly. “I bet you really enjoy other women’s
bodies more than you admit. Those beautiful, merging curves, that seductive sway in her
walk. Look at Jessie again.”
Rachel found her gaze return almost involuntarily.
“Look at the way that bikini emphasizes the curves of her hips, that gorgeous ass, those
full, luscious breasts. Doesn’t she have amazing breasts?”
A half-nod.
“She’s incredibly sexy. Just think how soft her skin would be to caress. How smooth.
Imagine running your hands along her body. You can almost feel her, can’t you?”
Rachel was breathing more heavily, and a flush came to her cheeks.
“If you’re like me, just looking at her gets you hot. And being near her really excites you.
It’s hard to control isn’t it? You can feel your body demanding attention. You don’t
have to hide it, you know.”
Rachel’s eyes had taken on a dreamy quality, and her hips moved slightly, but at the last
sentence, she suddenly shook her head and determinedly pulled her gaze away from
Jessie.
“Lynette, what are you talking about? I ... I ... you know I’m not ... well, you know.”
“Didn’t say you were,” Lynette blinked innocently. “I was just commenting on what a
great body Jessie had. Nothing wrong with that, is there? It’s OK to admit she’s
beautiful and sexy. She’s said the same about you any number of times. Or are you
afraid of releasing a flood?” Smile. “Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to pull your finger
from the dike. So to speak.”
“Um, all right.” Rachel seemed a bit muddled. “OK. Yes, she is sexy.” Pause. “For a
woman.” She unconsciously adjusted her suit to maximize her cleavage.
“Don’t worry,” Lynette laughed. “I’m not recording our conversation.” She knew she
had to be careful in pushing too hard. At Lisa’s insistence, the mind control potion she
had been willing to share with her was relatively weak. It could be used to dramatically
lower inhibitions, bring hidden or half-felt desires to the surface, even implant thoughts or
actions that weren’t contrary to the person’s core personality. But it couldn’t make
Rachel do anything she really didn’t want to, and trying to force things too fast would
ruin the plan. “Come on, Rachel. Just between us. You HAVE wondered haven’t you?”
“What?” Rachel pretended shock, but somehow it didn’t feel right this time. “Well, um,
maybe, sometimes, you know. Never seriously.”
“Why not?” Lynette demanded. “What could be more natural? We’re sensuous women.
Close friends. Together under intimate circumstances. And Jessie is so sexy and
exciting. It’s normal to imagine it.”
“Umm,” Rachel half protested, closing her eyes. Suddenly, they snapped open guiltily,
and she shot her friend a reproachful glance. “Geez, Lynette. Now you’re working on
me too?” She rolled over onto her stomach to ostentatiously keep her eyes off Jessie and
pretended to read her book, but her dark glasses kept slipping off her nose. She finally
pulled them off and looked at them in puzzlement, vainly attempting to adjust them to fit.
This confirmed the first definite effects of the other potion. Rachel’s scoop top had also
become rather loose, and her new position caused the front to sag away from her body,
giving a clear view of small, firm breasts suspended from her chest. Lynette noted with
satisfaction that the nipples were engorged.
“All I’m saying is don’t repress perfectly normal feelings,” Lynette said reassuringly.
“It’s fine. That’s what fantasy’s for. Nothing harmful in fantasizing, right? Gives you a
chance to imagine Jessie’s soft, full lips on yours, the tickle of her hair in your face, the
yielding pressure as her breasts push against you.”
Lynette could see that Rachel had closed her eyes, her book forgotten.
“It makes you really hot to imagine it,” Lynette continued quietly, not wanting to break
the spell. “You can feel yourself getting excited, and it feels great. You love it.”
Rachel actually rocked her hips slightly.
“Remember all those times she walked around topless in the dorm. How fantastic her
breasts looked as they jiggled. You KNOW you looked, and you want to see them again.
And more. Just imagine if she decided to take that bikini off. The beach is private. It’s
the sort of thing she’d do.”
Rachel’s breath caught.
“You’d be so excited but so embarrassed. You wouldn’t be able to take your eyes off
those full breasts, or her glistening sex. You would know it was because she wants you,
and you’d ...”
“Lynette!” Rachel yelled, scrambling to a kneeling position to confront her friend. She
had to grab at a loose strap that threatened to slide over her shoulder. “Stop this! You’re
making me ... me ...”
“Incredibly excited,” Lynette whispered. “You’re almost ready to come right now.”
A slight shudder passed through Rachel’s body, but she shook her head again.
“No,” she protested weakly. “Um, something.” Her head was spinning, and she decided
she had to get away, stumbling to her feet. She was so distracted, she didn’t notice her
wrap around cover-up simply fall to the ground, slipping easily past unexpectedly small
hips. Her suit hung loosely on a suddenly petite frame, and she unconsciously pulled at it.
She seemed to realize something was wrong as she tried to glare down at her smug,
sitting friend. She just didn’t loom the way she normally did, and Lynette looked at her
with an almost hungry expression, as though something in her appearance fascinated and
excited her, making Rachel tingle again. She put it aside and tried to focus her feelings.
“I’m going to go, um … walk with Jessie.”
Lynette smiled knowingly, sipping from her private glass.
“No, it’s not THAT!” Rachel claimed, blushing. “I just need to cool down. I’m really
hot.” The blush deepened, as she realized she’d tripped on another double entendre.
“Good idea,” Lynette beamed, her eyes drinking in the already noticeably smaller Rachel
and her too large suit. She tried to mentally guess how long it would be before they
realized what was going on, and hoped Rachel’s loss of at least half a foot wouldn’t be
immediately obvious to Jessie, since she had also been drinking the potion. It would be
interesting to see what happened since Rachel had started earlier, but Jessie had drunk at
least three glasses of the spiked punch to Rachel’ s two. With luck, it would keep them
both off balance for a while longer. Lisa had been right - this early shrinking with the
subject unaware was simply awesome, and got Lynette pretty excited in her own right.
“And think about the other stuff. This is a really private area. Great chance to work on
an all over tan. You know you’ve always wanted to try a nude beach.”
“What?” Rachel exclaimed. “I never ...”
Her indignation seemed to melt, and the idea suddenly held a strange attraction. It would
be cool, and so naughty. And maybe Jessie would ...
Oh my gosh, she thought. Where did that idea come from? She trudged off with another
blush, again pulling at her ill-fitting suit, but this time, unconsciously to make herself
look her best.
Jessie was also finding herself grabbing at her suit unexpectedly as she played in the surf.
The water had apparently stretched and weighed down the material, and her bottom kept
slipping down and half exposing her hips, while the last big wave had nearly popped her
breasts free. She was adjusting the straps to tighten it when a splashing sound made her
turn around.
“Hi,” Rachel called, wading out to meet her. “Ooh, water’s nice.”
“Yeah,” Jessie agreed. “Except it’s made my suit all saggy. Must be stretched out, but
it’s not that old. Look at this.” She pulled at the back of the drooping waistband,
exposing the top half of her shapely buttocks.
Rachel’s gaze locked on immediately, and she licked her lips. Jessie tugged it up again
and continued, “Good thing it’s just us out here.”
“Um, yeah,” Rachel agreed, her throat strangely dry. “Good thing.”
Lynette shouted out at them.
“I need to do a few things inside. You two stay out here. Relax and enjoy each other.”
Jessie and Rachel waved back as she disappeared.
“Enjoy each other?” Rachel asked nervously. “What did she mean by that?”
“Who knows?” Jessie dismissed it, floating onto her back with eyes closed. “That part
about relaxing sounds good. Mmm.”
For several seconds, she floated peacefully, barely moving as a series of waves rolled
under. Rachel found her eyes drawn irresistibly to her large breasts bobbing on the
surface, and the nicely displayed curves of her legs, jumping guiltily as Rachel suddenly
opened her eyes again and asked lazily, “So, what do you want to do this weekend?”
“Oh, um,” Rachel stammered, feeling like a kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar. “I
just thought we’d hang out. Relax. You know, casual.”
“Sounds good,” Jessie agreed, coming back to her feet. “But we are like totally going out
someplace nice tonight. I’ve got a hot new dress I can’t wait to show off.” She noticed
Rachel must be standing in a deeper area since she didn’t tower over her like she usually
did. It was a nice change, looking eye to eye, like seeing her for the first time again. It
also made Rachel seem more approachable and less aloof, or perhaps that was due to
something else – there was something different in her manner, the way she was looking at
her that gave Jessie pause. The cool water made her body tingle, or perhaps it was just
the expression in Rachel’s eyes, an almost hidden something there that made Jessie’s
hopes soar.
Another large wave washed over them unexpectedly, and Jessie floundered briefly,
feeling her bikini top come loose as the water surged around her. She regained her
footing, stopping first to clear her eyes and shake her disarrayed hair back, before
bothering to grab at her flopping suit top.
And found Rachel staring raptly at her exposed breasts.
Well, better and better. She slowly, casually, and oh so demurely replaced them into the
loose top, intentionally brushing her fingers along the nipples while she did so. To her
delight, Rachel’s pointed out just as stiffly, and the water wasn’t that cold.
“Maybe we’d better go in,” she suggested. “These waves are bigger than I thought.”
“Yeah,” Rachel agreed. “And the bottom drops off faster than I remembered.” She
pulled at her slipping shoulder straps again. Her own suit sagged under the weight of the
water, the scoop neck now threatening to expose her breasts as well. Strangely, the
thought of exposure didn’t seem to bother her nearly as much as it would before. She
followed Jessie out of the water, eyes again drawn to where the back of the bikini began
to slip down.
Jessie paused as they reached the sand. Something about Rachel wasn’t right, but what?
Her suit hung on her oddly, the neckline too low, and the material around her body
showing creases and slight sagging. She watched as Rachel pulled yet again on the loose
straps.
And then it hit her. Standing together on the sand, Jessie barely had to look up into
Rachel’s eyes. The formerly willowy blond was now almost Jessie’s height, though her
small frame made her look even shorter. Being a quick study – and more importantly,
knowing something about Lisa’s taste in magic – she guessed what was happening, and
her heart raced. It looked like it was going to be an interesting weekend indeed. She
smiled up in the direction of Lynette’s house. This was something they’d been eager to
try ever since hearing about it from Lisa, but the magic was very difficult to find. Lisa
had been generous indeed.
Of course, she was so elated at the realization that Rachel was shrinking, the implications
of her own ill-fitting suit didn’t hit home immediately. Instead, she wanted to see how
long she could watch Rachel dwindle before her friend caught on. It was incredibly
exciting to imagine her slowly shrinking before her eyes, her suit falling around her like a
tent. She deliberately took up a position lower on the beach to artificially create a height
differential, wondering if Rachel already looked a bit smaller.
“New suit?” she asked innocently, watching Rachel fidget with it.
“Yeah. Doesn’t fit right now that it’s wet,” Rachel complained, eyes still furtively
wandering over Jessie’s glistening body. She couldn’t get the image of those full, naked
breasts out of her mind. “We should … well, never mind.” She blushed.
“What?” Jessie asked hopefully.
“Oh, well, Lynette suggested we could, um, well,” her blush deepened as she trailed off
mumbling, “you know, try going topless or something. Because, you know, it’s so
private and everything.”
“What a great idea!” Jessie said enthusiastically, immediately reaching around to undo
her strap. The loose bikini top fell right off. “I’d love to get rid of those tan lines.”
Rachel’s mouth went dry at the sight of Jessie’s large (in fact, they seemed even bigger
than she remembered) breasts, glinting drops of water running tantalizingly along their
curves, nipples erect and so inviting …
Inviting? She shook her head as though to clear it, then stopped. Lynette’s words came
back to her. There was nothing wrong in appreciating how beautiful and sexy Jessie was,
and she was obviously both. Her gaze swept up the enticing curves once more to find
Jessie smiling.
“Well?” her friend asked with a light in her eyes. “You gonna join me?”
Rachel felt a warm flush spread through her lower regions at the thought.
“Um, well, I’ve got this stupid one piece, and, you know, I’m afraid of burning.” Her
increasing discomposure wasn’t just at the thought of shared nudity. There was
something different about Jessie. Maybe it was her own unexpectedly strong (and still
just barely repressed) sexual excitement, but Jessie seemed much more imposing and
physically impressive. Her curves seemed bigger and more dramatic, and her confidence
contrasted sharply with Rachel’s own conflicting feelings. It was almost like facing an
amazonian version of her friend, a thought which just seemed to fire her up more.
“No problem,” Jessie insisted. “I’ll put lotion on you myself. If you don’t mind a back
rub.”
Rachel almost went weak at the knees.
“Oh no, I couldn’t. I, ah…” Jessie’s breasts seemed to sway hypnotically. “Um, OK.
Thanks, Jessie. That would be wond… um, nice.”
They walked up to the towels. Jessie could just see over the top of Rachel’s head, and
thrilled to realize the blond was now slightly shorter, probably just over five feet tall, and
still apparently oblivious (Rachel was too preoccupied with the strong emotions she felt
to worry about suddenly larger appearing beach gear). Rachel knelt on a towel, demurely
slipped the already loose straps over her shoulders and tugged the suit down to her waist,
immediately lying face down to hide her small breasts and embarrassingly stiff nipples.
Jessie saw there were several inches to spare at either end of the towel that hadn’t been
there before.
Jessie looked in the beach bag, seeing a couple of bottles of standard sunscreen, but also a
larger container of baby oil. She again flashed a smile towards the house; Lynette must
have been pretty confident about what would happen.
“Let me work some of that tension out first,” she suggested, opening the oil bottle.
Rachel startled at first as the warm oil ran across her back, but when it was instantly
followed by a soothing massage from Jessie’s fingers, she relaxed again. She closed her
eyes, enjoying the feeling of Jessie’s large (large? The thought almost immediately faded
as ridiculous), strong hands kneading her back muscles.
Jessie could see that Rachel had shrunk even more, and felt an incredible rush, pretending
it was her massage that slowly subtracted the inches from her friend’s dwindling frame.
She was so excited, she didn’t even notice her bikini bottom was now drooping halfway
down her ass, much too large for even her round bottom. Everything being relative, her
own loss of height was almost completely hidden thanks to Rachel’s head start. She did
briefly wonder at the odd feel of the oil bottle, heavier and larger than she had guessed at
first. Must be an economy size. She snuggled in closer, pressing her legs against
Rachel’s body, using kneading caresses to work the shoulders, then long, soft strokes
down the back. When Rachel sighed and was obviously lost in the sensations, she began
expanding her massage to the lower back and along her sides.
Rachel was noticeably smaller than Jessie now, looking like a young teen thanks to her
increasingly petite size and slight frame. Jessie decided to take a little risk, tugging at
Rachel’s loose suit to expose the rest of her back and (she hoped) the upper buttocks.
Rachel reacted - by lifting her hips and easing Jessie’s access. Suppressing a cry of
happiness, Jessie eased the suit easily past increasingly narrow hips to expose a
deliciously trim, oval behind. She slowly moved her massage lower, tracing the line of
her back to the cleft of her bum, then stroking and caressing her firm, smooth buttocks, so
small now beneath her hands. Rachel kept herself fit with regular workouts, and her new
size gave her the appearance of a young gymnast, strangely dressed (or half dressed) in an
older sister’s too large suit. As Jessie’s hands continued to softly stroke her ass, Rachel
released a moan despite what remained of her innocent pretensions, and unconsciously
moved her legs apart almost imperceptibly, while lifting her behind an inch or so into the
air. Jessie noticed, smiled, and continued rubbing oil around her bottom, gradually
working it into the area between her cheeks until she felt a slight answering rocking
motion from Rachel’s hips. She suddenly drew a finger down towards Rachel’s slit,
elated to find it as warm and wet as her own.
Rachel let out a small, high-pitched yelp, even as her body shuddered in delight. She
started to struggle up, but was restrained by a surprisingly strong hand on her shoulder.
“Shh,” Jessie soothed her. “Just relax and keep your eyes closed.” She couldn’t stand the
thought of spoiling the mood, and also knew there was no way Rachel couldn’t notice
what had happened to her by now. Incidentally, she was also incredibly excited at how
easily she could hold her friend down, guessing Rachel was close to four feet now.
Rachel stopped her struggle, oddly reassured by Jessie’s suggestion.
“Do you want me to stop?” Jessie asked, running a finger along Rachel’s back, again
drawing near her bottom.
Rachel moaned and lifted her behind involuntarily again, the last of her confusion
washing away in the flood of sensation. She all but pushed her hips onto Jessie’s hand as
her sex cried out for attention.
“N ... no,” she admitted brokenly. “Please.”
Jessie’s heart soared, her long time fantasy about to come true, and with an unexpected
bonus. She leaned down to kiss, then nibble at Rachel’s ear, drawing another moan
before whispering, “Keep your eyes closed, but turn over.”
Rachel complied immediately, though frankly, at this point, she would have even without
the suggestibility potion at work. Jessie marveled again at how young Rachel looked
with her small breasts and increasingly slight, small body. She eased Rachel’s oversize
suit off the rest of the way, leaving her new lover nude on the towel.
Rachel’s heart raced , nervous and expectant, every nerve aflame and heightened as she
waited with eyes closed, unsure what was coming next. She cried out as she felt a tongue
flick her engorged nipples, even as Jessie began rubbing her fingers along her upper
thighs. The tongue sent electric tingles through her system, while she again marveled at
how strong Jessie’s hands felt as they massaged her legs. She continued this for several
minutes while Rachel sighed in appreciation.
By then, Rachel seemed to have stabilized at about half Jessie’s height, but Jessie was
still thrilled with her lover’s final size. She delighted in the dainty breasts, each smaller
than her hand’s width and capped with a stiff, raisin-sized nipple. She rubbed her own
breasts against Rachel’s side, tickling the small woman’s back with her stiff nipples as
she swayed them, and making them both giggle a bit in the special way possible only
between old friends and new lovers. Jessie’s breasts looked huge against Rachel’s small
frame, adding to her own excitement.
Rachel was also amazed at how big and heavy Jessie’s breasts felt against her, but barely
had time to think about it before she felt strong hands effortlessly push her thighs apart,
and the first light strokes of a finger along her slippery cleft. She no longer worried about
how wet she was - in fact, she reveled in it. Jessie began her fingers gently dancing
along her swollen vulva, occasionally drawing them in a moan-inspiring line through the
lips to her tiny, stiff clit.
Suddenly, Jessie’s kisses moved from her breasts, down her stomach and just above her
pelvis.
“Relax,” her friend ordered. “And enjoy.”
Jessie marveled at the tiny pussy before her, soaked and glistening in long-awaited
excitement. She moved between Rachel’s legs – a bit difficult at their current sizes - and
paused to inhale Rachel’s delightful musk before bending to flick her tongue teasingly
along her secret folds.
Rachel moaned and writhed, amazed at how big and strong the tongue felt that began to
pleasure her, and also surprised at how heavy Jessie’s body seemed between her spread
legs as she bucked against it. Her moans turned to urgent sighs and cries as Jessie
continued to nuzzle and lick her, then inserted a questing finger into her soaked and eager
vagina.
God! Jessie’s finger felt huge – as big as a cock as it moved within her, but able to twist
and bend in unimagined ways, sending waves of new sensation that drove Rachel wild.
She began to buck and moan unashamedly as cascades of still building pleasure pushed
her to the edge.
Jessie could feel Rachel’s excitement nearing climax as the muscles in the tight, little
vagina she probed began to tense. She increased her pace, spurred on by the tiny
woman’s struggles and high-pitched cries, finally sucking the rice-sized clit into her
mouth and swirling her tongue around it while flexing her inserted finger.
Rachel exploded with a screaming orgasm, quivering and kicking beneath Jessie’s easing
ministrations. After a minute of contented recovery, punctuated by a few aftershocks, her
eyelids fluttered open.
She found a smiling giantess, at least 10 feet tall, kneeling between her legs. The
imposing amazon leaned forward, huge breasts dangling, and kissed her with surprising
gentleness.
“Surprise.”
Rachel gasped and kicked away from the towering figure, trying to comprehend the
familiar face looming before her.
“Wha ... ? Jessie? My gosh! You’re huge! What happened?”
The unnatural sound of her high-pitched voice made her pause, and she at last looked
around more critically. Her discarded hat was the size of a tire, and her dark glasses
looked like clown props. Her towel stretched like a quilt around her, and the nearby
beach bag was as tall as she was sitting down.
“Oh my God! I’m …” Her eyes narrowed as she guessed what had happened.
“Lynette!”
“She said she had a little surprise for us this weekend,” Rachel chuckled.
Feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed, Rachel grabbed her discarded suit and held it
against her child sized body. It was ludicrously oversized, and she gave up the idea of
wearing it, but the sight made Jessie smile.
“Do you have any idea how cute you look?” she asked.
Rachel flushed. “This isn’t funny. How would you like to be this small?” A confused
pause. “Hey, wait a minute. Why aren’t you? It had to be in the Sangria, and you drank
as much as I did.”
Jessie shrugged, and Rachel was distracted as the giant breasts dangling in her face
jiggled. My gosh, they were as big as basketballs! With puffy, mushroom-sized nipples
tantalizingly close. Her anger started to fade as her thoughts returned to how much she
wanted to squeeze and lick those gorgeous mounds.
“Must affect everyone different,” Jessie decided. “I guess it explains why my suit isn’t so
tight any more.”
“Isn’t tight” was a bit of an understatement, as was obvious when Jessie pulled at the
drooping waistband of her bikini bottom. The extent of her own shrinking was still
disguised by Rachel’s much smaller size.
“No fair,” Rachel protested. “You’ve hardly changed, and I’m a munchkin.”
“And a delicious one at that,” Jessie returned, licking her lips seductively. “And still
gorgeous, and sexy,” she paused, seeing Rachel beginning to be mollified, then added,
“And CUTE!”
“Stop saying I’m cute!” Rachel demanded, laughing in spite of herself. “You make me
sound like a baby.”
“Don’t be silly,” Jessie teased. “You’re at least a couple of inches taller than the average
baby.”
“Oohh!” Rachel reacted in mock fury, throwing herself at Jessie. Hitting her breasts was
like running into a couple of overstuffed pillows, but their warmth and smooth softness
gave her a renewed thrill, and she held on. Jessie laughed and obligingly rolled onto her
back under the tiny woman’s assault, leaving Rachel perched triumphantly on her
stomach. Her field of view was dominated by the twin mounds before her, and she could
barely see over them to Rachel’s face.
“God! As if I didn’t have enough to feel jealous about before,” she smiled shyly. “You
always had such fantastic breasts, Jessie. I used to love catching peeks at them when you
walked around the dorm.”
“You did notice!” Jessie called triumphantly.
“Yes,” Rachel admitted, pretending anger again. “Now, don’t get all ‘I told you so’ on
me. Just because I intend to drive you into a sexual frenzy that will leave you a broken
woman doesn’t mean you were right.”
“Of course not,” Jessie smiled serenely.
“Oh, there’s no talking with you,” Rachel huffed. Instead, she lay down on the twin
cushions before her and reached over to kiss her, her dainty lips barely covering half of
Jessie’s, and feeling so soft and delicate that the larger woman sighed. Stretched out full
length, her feet barely reached Jessie’s thighs, and she felt light and warm against her
breasts. Jessie closed her eyes as Rachel began a trail of kisses along her neck, working
towards her shoulders and chest.
Rachel again marveled at the incredible size and weight of Jessie’s breasts as she ran her
hands tentatively around them, at last tweaking the stiff nipples in her tiny fingers. She
leaned down to take one in her mouth. Almost marshmallow sized, it half filled it as she
ran her tongue around it. Her fingers explored Jessie’s massive body as she alternated
licking and sucking the giant breasts, to Jessie’s obvious delight.
They were so engrossed, it was several minutes before either noticed anything else.
Jessie vaguely thought that Rachel was a bit heavier than she’d seemed at first, and
Rachel realized the nipple she was sucking on was a bit smaller. At first she wondered if
she wasn’t stimulating it properly, but the feel of the breast in her hands had changed as
well. With a smile of recognition, she hopped off onto the towel.
Jessie immediately opened her eyes in alarm.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, fearing Rachel had changed her mind. She also noticed
Rachel wasn’t as small as before, close to two thirds her own height rather than half. She
desperately hoped the shrinking (and, perhaps more importantly, whatever aphrodisiac
effects were associated with it) wasn’t wearing off. This size changing stuff was too
much fun to end so soon.
And now Rachel was beginning to agree.
“Nothing,” Rachel answered, still smiling. “Just getting comfortable.” She wondered if
there was a compulsion element to the spell given her reaction to Lynette’s earlier
suggestions. Time to find out. “Now, close your eyes. I want to see if I can surprise
you.”
Jessie did so and settled back, while Rachel returned her attentions to the marvelous
mounds she had admired so long, no longer quite the giants that had so recently
intimidated her. Cantaloupe-sized now, they were still huge compared to her own small,
firm breasts, and still deliciously soft and pliable. She squeezed them gently while
flicking her tongue from one swollen nipple to the other, drawing soft sighs from Jessie.
Even as she played, however, she could feel them shrinking slightly beneath her fingers,
adding to her excitement. It was almost as though she was slowly squeezing her friend’s
breasts away.
She paused when they reached grapefruit size, and looked Jessie over. No question, the
shrinking had accelerated, and she was now about Rachel’s size again. Jessie’s hair lay
like a corona around her head, left behind as her body shrank towards the center of the
towel. Her bikini bottom sagged comically, and had been pulled down as her body
shrank, now lying across her upper thighs, leaving a neatly trimmed bush and obviously
excited pussy exposed. It was an open invitation, and Rachel resisted no longer, drawing
a probing finger experimentally along the slick, engorged folds and causing Jessie to
moan more loudly. They were both under three feet in height now, but Jessie’s shrinking
continued on a much faster pace, making Rachel wonder if sexual excitement acted as a
catalyst for the magic. Jessie emitted a series of small moans as Rachel tickled her legs
and tummy, and literally seemed to shrink slightly with each one as Rachel watched.
Jessie was obviously smaller than Rachel now, and Rachel felt a surprising surge of
power and confidence as she teased her dwindling friend to ever higher levels of
excitement (and smaller size). Her once prodigious breasts now looked quite ordinary,
though still impressive on her ever smaller frame. Rachel was careful to use only the tips
of her fingers and tongue as she played with them now to hide their size reversal. She
also continued stroking along Jessie’s inner thighs and the round curve of her hips, only
occasionally moving to the slippery treasure in between, and each time producing louder
and higher-pitched cries of delight.
Jessie suddenly felt her bikini bottom pulled off, and was surprised at how easily it came
free, but kept her eyes closed to revel in the incredible sensations Rachel continued to
elicit. Somehow, her friend’s kisses and caresses felt different, almost rougher and
stronger, covering larger areas than before, but it was all so wonderful, she didn’t think
further on it. She gasped when she felt a finger penetrate her sex, and ground her pelvis
down around it to maximize the pressure. It was a shame Rachel’s fingers were so small.
Whoa! Never mind. A new wave swept over her as a second finger joined the first,
producing a very satisfying tightness and stretching. Rachel must have known a few tricks
after all, but she was still surprised at how full she felt with just two of Rachel’s tiny
fingers inside her.
Of course, they weren’t tiny at all, but already larger than her own and growing. Rachel
felt the contracting vagina squeeze her fingers, and wiggled them provocatively, drawing
another cry from her shrinking partner. It was a good thing she’d tried this while she still
could – she doubted she could have inserted the second finger now.
Jessie’s breasts had reduced to the size of plump oranges, and Rachel couldn’t resist
pulling part of one into her mouth again to roll the stiff but diminishing nipple around
with her tongue. Jessie gasped, wondering at how much of her immense breast Rachel
seemed to take into her tiny mouth, but the sensation of the nipple massage drove the
question from her mind, especially when Rachel’s fingers somehow seemed to reach the
roof of her vagina. She must have almost buried her hand to the wrist, Jessie thought in
amazement. The pressure was almost becoming too great.
In fact, Rachel’s fingers were barely in past the second knuckle, but she could also sense
the increasing pressure, and had to remove one of her fingers. Jessie was still shrinking
noticeably, and even one finger proved to be a snug fit now. Those magnificent breasts
were so small, she could easily palm them, and did so, sending another confused pleasure
signal to a now somewhat perplexed Jessie. Again, her questions were forgotten when
she felt a warm tongue begin sliding tentatively across her eager clit, making her squeal in
response.
Rachel only briefly hesitated as she began licking at Jessie’s hot sex, her own
inexperience and inhibitions quickly overwhelmed by the sight of the shrinking woman’s
obvious delight, and the unexpected excitement she felt at the sight of the miniature
pussy. The silky perfection of the increasingly fine pubic hair, the musky smell of
arousal, the glistening folds of her delicate labia capped by a tiny, stiff clit, and the
high-pitched moans and cries that resulted from her attentions there all served to restore
her lust-filled enthusiasm.
With a smile, she reached up to squeeze now-cupcake-sized breasts, thrilled at how small
and delicate they had become, while teasing her tongue along her friend’s sweet slit. That
sense of overwhelming power and control returned, and she again imagined it was her
own actions that caused Jessie to shrink, each swirl of her tongue subtracting another inch
from the raven-haired beauty. The thought drove her wild, and she used her free hand to
begin fingering herself, quickly echoing her friend’s impassioned moans, lost again in a
sexual frenzy and completely unconcerned at the picture they presented.
When Rachel suddenly forced her tongue into Jessie’s tight vagina, it was too much for
the tiny woman. The tongue felt inexplicably huge and powerful, filling her as it moved
and twisted, while Rachel’s lips rubbed softly against her sensitive clit. She tensed, her
small body lifting off the towel as her legs and neck flexed involuntarily, then cried out
(in a Minnie Mouse voice that shocked her) as the orgasm finally exploded, making her
thrash helplessly at its power. She could hear Rachel moaning in a building crescendo,
not knowing it was because she was frantically fingering herself to another climax at the
sight of the doll woman beneath her, and worried her giant body’s convulsions might hurt
poor little Rachel.
Jessie’s eyes finally opened, but she was still too overwhelmed by emotion to register
what had happened at first, her breath still coming in short gasps. Only when she began
to calm down, soaked in a surprising amount of her own love juice (much of it produced
by the giantess who had started the session), did the truth hit home. She jumped to her
feet, finding herself eye level to the kneeling Rachel’s chest. Suddenly, it was the slim
blonde’s breasts that looked huge, and Jessie looked past their impressive swell into her
friend’s amused face.
“Surprised?” Rachel asked innocently.
“Oh shit!” Jessie squeaked, looking around in wonder at the alien landscape that
surrounded them. The beach grass was taller than her head, giving it a jungle-like
appearance. The sand grains now looked like fine gravel, and 10 foot waves crashed on
the shore. She saw her discarded bikini bottom on the towel and held it up in disbelief
against her tiny pelvis. It hung like a flag, and was just about as useful for beachwear.
“Unbelievable,” she breathed. “I’m so … so …”
Rachel reached over to stroke one of her friend’s small breasts idly, her fingertip twice
the size of the nipple.
“I believe the word you’re looking for is … CUTE!” With a laugh, she gave a playful
slap on Jessie’s full, round, and – yes – oh-so-cute little behind.
“OW!” Jessie complained, swatting at the giant hand, then laughing despite herself.
“Stop that! This is serious!”
Rachel raised her eyebrows.
“Oh? It’s serious when YOU’RE shrinking, but just a little fun when I’M shrinking, is
that it?”
“No,” Jessie returned defiantly, realizing in fact that was pretty much it. “But you were
worried about being a munchkin. Look at me. I’m almost Barbie sized.”
“Ooh, that gives me some ideas,” Rachel teased. “And doll clothes are much cheaper.
No more big fashion expenses for you.”
“No more big anything,” Jessie added ruefully, getting back into the playful spirit. “And
I wanted to wow you guys with my new dress tonight.”
Rachel leaned down to kiss the pouting doll.
“You’ve wowed me quite enough. Thank you.”
She then straightened up and regarded her own useless bathing suit.
“And I don’t think either of us is going out until Lynette shows us how to reverse this
spell.”
A booming voice sounded out from the steps.
“Reverse it? Who said anything about reversing it?”
They spun to find Lynette standing and regarding them with equal parts delight, humor,
and sexual hunger.
“The weekend’s just started,” she continued. The sexual hunger seemed to take charge,
and a light came to her eyes. “And I’ve got BIG plans for you two.”
Jessie and Rachel exchanged nervous glances. As they had already guessed, it was going
to be a very interesting weekend.
END
Copyright 1999 by Nomdreserv
