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The chilled brittle night air tickled the bare blubber of Sierra, she pushed her leg against the front door of her cabin, opening it. The shivering shark bumped her hips into the side of the door to push it open further, she managed to slip into the cabin without dropping anything from the tower of boxes she had balancing in her arms. Once she had gotten into the room, she squatted to place the boxes onto the floor before using her tail to push the front door closed, she pressed her fins against the door to make sure it shut properly and then stood up straight, pushing her arms out to stretch, a soft creak emitted from her swimsuit. Sierra was working the local pool in her spare time, as a training assistant for young children learning to swim. She was also a lifeguard at the city beach.

Sierra kicked off her trainers from her feet and began to undo her jacket loops, tossing the jacket up against her cuddle chair, leaving in her red work swimsuit, complete with the white cross along her bust line and shoulder blades. Sierra glanced down at herself, noting her lack of pants. She was straight from the beach to the pool and never thought to bring any with her - lucky for some. Sierra then sighed as she leaned down to rub her legs, still shivering. She walked to her bathroom and turned her shower on, then pulled the straps of her swimsuit off of her shoulders and peeled the lycra suit off her body. She stepped over it and into the shower to wash herself. The tired shark sighed softly as the warm water began to soak her body, she looked up past the shower head letting the warm water flow down in between and across her breasts, then closed her eyes and huffed in content.

Twenty minutes later, Sierra came back out of the shower with a towel tied around her chest and made her way to the bedroom where she changed into her pajamas. She then fired herself onto her couch with her phone in hand, crossing her ankles over on the arm of the sofa and resting her head on the opposite arm. She tappped away on her phone, beginning to text her friend, Sora. Before she could finish the first few words of the text her phone began to vibrate continuously, a picture of both Sierra and Sora appearing as the caller ID. Sierra answered the call and brought it up to her ear. "Hello, stranger!".

"Hi! Sierra!" the cheery, high pitched voice responded. "You home yet? You weren't answering your house phone so I assumed you were busy."

"Yeah... I was busy." Sierra stood back up. "I brought some towels back from the pool, they were kind enough to order them for me to take to the beach tomorrow.". She made her way to the deck of her cabin, first opening the patio door and then stepping out. She sat down on her deck chair and leaned back, looking up. "That's awesome! But it must be expensive..." She began. The pair spoke idly on the phone for a while. Each exchanging stories, happenings and plans.

Sierra yawned, curled up on her deck chair, looking out. After a short silence Sora giggled over the phone. "Hey~ Sierra?" "Don't call me that. What is it?" she responded, slightly miffed.

"What is the one thing you'd love to be able to do or change about yourself?"

Sierra pondered this question, she looked up again. "I wish..." she mumbled, "I wish I wasn't so boring, I mean, I sometimes like to think about how awesome it'd be to change things in an instant. Hell, what about altering people's bodies in any way I want? Then I'd be known for curing deformities and helping people!" There was a silence after that.

"That would be pretty awesome! Buuuuut a bit weird... heh." there was an awkward pause. "Right. I need to be going to bed, Sierra. Do you mind if I pop down tomorrow to say Hi?" Sora chirped.

"No, not at all, I'll see you th-" the call then abruptly ended. She dropped the phone onto her lap and looked back up at the sky. "I wish..." she mumbled once more. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a streaking light going across the sky, a shooting star. But only for a moment. She had never seen one before, she huffed having missed it. She took herself back inside her cabin, turned all the lights off and sulked into bed, curling up tightly under the covers.

Sierra awoke sprawled the wrong way across her bed to the sound of a blaring alarm, tangled in her sheets. She'd roll out of the bed and fumble her way to the bathroom, noticing in the mirror the buttons holding her shirt had bust open - showing off her cleavage rather nicely. She stripped down to her birthday suit and showered. She hauled herself out of the shower lazily, not even bothering to dry off . Sierra looked into the mirror, staring at her mildly sagged bosoms. She'd cup the ample flesh with her hands and give them a gentle squeeze and rub, testing the soft nipples with her palms then letting them droop back down. "God... I wish they'd perk up, just a little..." She picked up her swimsuit which lay in a heap from the night before. She was pulling the straps up over her shoulders when she noticed her suit tensing up around her bustline and back. She tried to fidget and shift her breasts around to get them to sit properly, but settled for the lift that the swimsuit provided in the end. As she glanced to the mirror she noticed her eyes flickering slightly, as if light had been casted along them, though she disregarded this. After a short breakfast and less than half a cup of coffee, she pulled herself through her front door. Carrying her work-bag and night jacket in tow to her car, she set off to the beach.

Only 8:30 am and the start of the Saturday beach goers arrived, setting up their towels and settling in for the early morning sun to rise higher. Sierra hunkered down into her beach cabin with her radio equipment. The radio was the first to go on, playing trending music that had been repeated enough times she had memorised each song by heart. There wasn't much to be done this early in the morning. It was a matter of waiting for things to happen. She took herself onto the small balcony of the cabin and looked out to the pale sands and rocking waves. Her mind drifted to the conversation with Sora, and dwelled on the ability of changing people's bodies at will. She smirked, imagining lots of questionable things. Only she would have such carnal thoughts.

Once it hit 10 am the beach was half full, and there was enough chatter to drown out her own radio but not enough to drown the cocky, flirty men that drifted by to admire their local, single lifeguard. Two toned men began to walk by, a wolf and a pale feline. The wolf whistled at Sierra, flashing a confident grin to her. To which she returned a polite smile and waved. "Hah..." she began to think to herself, "Bet they'd be double their size if they saw me without anything on.". Without even considering, she thought of the cute feline stiffening up and growing the erection of a lifetime over her.

The feline turned back to look and as he did his swimming shorts protested, a rising lump formed, big enough to push the waistband away from him. Taller, larger, and thicker it grew, and even though he desperately tried to subdue it, it remained stiff. The feline freaked out while his friend beside him began to laugh and point at it, all eyes casted to the ample, embarrassed kitty trying to hide. It had to be around eight or nine inches. He tucked it in best he could and ran in the direction of the car park, the wolf running with him. Sierra stared as they ran off towards the car park, her mouth still aghast.

Sierra stood up tall, looking up and around. She took a sceptical gaze at a young vixen laying in the sun wearing a petite bikini. She pondered, squinting her eyes. Picturing the vixen ears doubling in size to stand tall like a rabbit's. The woman shuffled about and turned onto her front, seemingly unchanged. Sierra sighed in dissapointment, thinking it far too good to be true. Just before she gave up hope the lady's ears flickered, and surged out several inches tall. Sierra, again, stared in awe.

"Hiiiiiiiii~!" a chirpy voice filled the room, Sierra snapped out of her gaze and spun round. Seeing Sora poking her head through the doorway. "Hi there, Dozy!" Sora continued as she stepped in. Sora's choice of beachwear was a pair of appropriate shorts and a bikini top. "Good morning, Sora. A bit early for you, no?" Sierra began, "I expected sometime at lunch."

"Yeaaah~! I wanted to come and say Hi before I shoved off to do my own little things and then spend more time with you! I thought I'd come see you! And hey, did you see that cute, packin' kitty? He looked like he had a monster in there!" Sora giggled, swooning over the thought.

Of course Sierra did, according to her she's the one who caused it. Sierra wandered over to Sora, giving her a hug and standing next to her to chat, leaning against the table. The pair queried each others plans for the coming days, Sora planned to go to the Spa for her day off and then go and see her younger nephew, while Sierra was going to keep watch over the beach, and perhaps change a few things about the people around.

Sierra glanced down to Sora's shorts, they were already quite snug to her hips. She could only think how good it'd look with a more plump posterior sporting it. Sora turned to bump the radio up a few notches and again, as if on cue, the lumps and seams of her shorts disappeared as they seemed to press inward, flattening out. The hems of her shorts tensed and stretched up, growing taut past the bottom of her butt. Sora lifted up off the table a little from the bloating mass. "Owft!" Sora huffed, trying to pull them down over the round, plumper flesh. "Damn thing is always riding up..." she mumbled again. Sierra stared in sheer awe at the new assets Sora now had to flaunt. Sora turned back - had those shorts not been denim there would have been a serious camel-toe going on there.

"Well... I'll be off then! See you at lunch." as quick as she had arrived, Sora was gone and out the door, still fidgeting with her shorts.

Sierra bit her lip and looked down on herself and her perkier bust, not only could she change the forms of others, but herself as well. She wondered what limits it had. It'd be supernatural anyway, so what could there be? She just had to test it out. Sierra patted her stomach. Lewd thoughts swam about inside of Sierras head. A cherry red blush spread across her cheeks, warming up. She put a hand onto her inner right thigh, casting her mind to the thought of her valuable assets bloating and filling with a gas lighter, stronger than helium. A gas strong enough to lift her off her feet.

Sierra's eyes flashed a glowing white and a soft hiss emitted from the room. Sierra cast her head around looking for the source, looking down she saw the red Lycra that covered the front of her cleavage running down, stretching, and the straps over her shoulders rubbing along. The fabric on the back of her swimsuit ran along her back as her bust slowly, yet surely, bloated outward. Her nipples perked up in arousal and her suit rubbed along her crotch as it tightened. Creaking rubber echoed throughout the room as her two assets rubbed and squeezed against each other. Sierra bit her lower lip and grinded her legs together. To add to the mix, her hips, butt and thighs followed through. Soft, plush flesh began to fight against each other at her legs which pressed each leg outward while the swimsuit struggled to keep a place across her butt, soon to be stuck in between her cheeks. The smell of Sierra filled the room from her desires, a fetish fantasy coming true. She watched as it took place in front of her.

Up top, her ample tits swelled and smooshed up against each other, testing the endurance of her swimsuit, giving off a shiny appearance in the light along with her blubber. A good amount of side-boob was present. Sierra put her arms around her bloating bosoms and hugged them - they sported a balloon like consistency yet smooshed up as squishy breasts should when squeezed. A hot jolt of sexual energy soared through her body, causing her to cry out. Now her legs were plumpening more, curving and growing larger as they both rubbed up against each other. Her breasts were comparable to the size of basketballs overflowing in her swimsuit, really testing the limits of the lycra. The crotchpiece of her swimsuit tugged upward into her ladyhood as it tightened from her growing bosoms. By this point her suit was opening outward and from the side you could see her cute belly button.

Then a harness like tug pulled her upward off her heels very gradually. Her cute legs struggled to keep her down as her basketball sized breasts hauled her upward. Off from her heels and onto the balls of her feet. She'd softly drift on the balls of her feet for a moment, dancing near weightlessly. Just as her heels began to drift off she lost her clasp around her bust as it surpassed her arm length. Now her body wanted to rise, it felt like her entire body was being lifted all at once. The tightness of her body aroused Sierra further, she moaned. Her feet then lost all contact with the ground, drifting inches off the ground as if she were a balloon.

The hissing ceased, as did her inflation. She drifted up to the ceiling and bump against it. Her new, sexy curves were now contained inside her Lycra swimsuit, which creaked and rubbed in protest. She swung her blubbery legs about in bliss as sex fuelled pleasures filled her body. Her shuddering, soaked womanhood dripped down her new curves, aching to be pleased by anything more than her fingers, which were already going to work, teasing and pressing against her clit with the swimsuit in between.

Her mind drifted to the thought of her deflating back to normal, and in seconds her body obediently followed through. The magical gas inside of her exited seemingly out of nowhere and in no time she was back on the ground, slightly wetter than when she took off. With a quick glance she made sure no one had been looking, then sighed in relief, cleaned herself up, and grinned wickedly. She looked to her window. "How many peoples day's can I make ten times better then?" she mumbled to herself, stepping towards the window.