Summer Days (Multiple TFs) (Patreon)

Sequel to Summer Jobs (https://www.patreon.com/posts/46807964)

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Lydia had begun to lose track of time. When you were locked in a single pose, watching people come and go and unable to move, speak, or otherwise communicate, the days started to blend together. As far as anyone walking into the store was concerned, she was just another mannequin - and she might as well be, since she had no recourse for the magic keeping her an inanimate object. She was just getting to where she was giving up on the idea that someone might come and find her - or that if they did, they’d even recognize her, with her face wiped off and a more exaggerated figure than she usually had.

It was another day of boredom when things suddenly started to happen. A woman that felt familiar, even though Lydia couldn't recognize her, walked in front of her gaze. The woman was stunningly beautiful, with a statuesque build and a figure that would make models green with jealousy, and seemed intent on something. Specifically, intent on Lydia. “...Hmm… yes, there you are,” she muttered more to herself than anything.

Without apparently caring for who saw, she picked Lydia right up off her stand, and started carrying her towards the back rooms. Not being a flesh and blood person and more a hollow plastic facsimile of one at the moment, Lydia was quite light and easy to carry - but she was also considered store property.

“E-Excuse me miss-” an employee said, walking up to the beauty. “I must insist you, uh, put that back, and leave the premises, or, well, we’ll have to call the-”

The woman looked over at the employee with an amused expression, and simply poked his forehead with a finger. There was a soft white glow, and his expression relaxed. “Ah. I understand. Please, go on with it.” he said, turning away and apparently forgetting what had been seen.

The process repeated for anyone who interrupted, as Lydia was carried into one of the back rooms. She was beginning to get an inkling of who she was being taken by - a busty, beautiful figure, casting spells so casually - it was probably Morgan, the sorceress who so often messed with Brianna and company.

The mysterious magician set Lydia down on the ground and made sure she was stable before working up a spell. Soon, Lydia felt she could move again - she was once again a human being.

Oddly, her proportions hadn’t changed back to normal. As a mannequin she’d had a significantly more… generous, figure than she naturally did, and that was maintained now.

It took a minute to get her vocal cords working again - not talking for several days makes that a bit hard to remember to do. “Uh… thanks?” she said.

“Of course, Lydia,” the woman said, her voice sultry and sensual to go with her figure, “I could hardly just leave my girlfriend in a bind like that.”

“Girlfriend-” Lydia suddenly realized who she was talking to. “Brianna?”

“Yep!” Brianna said, pulling Lydia in for a hug and a kiss. When she withdrew, she kept talking. “I asked Morgan to teach me some magic, and well, she made me look like this. Something about a ‘uniform’ and how I have to keep looking like this as I go? Then after I learned how to reverse spells she told me to go practice since you and some others had been transformed while I was training.”

Lydia wasn’t too surprised by that. “What’s the betting she changed them in the first place with the excuse it was a learning opportunity?”

Brianna shook her head. “They really weren’t, actually. Besides you being a mannequin here, Samantha was a pool toy and barely anyone could remember she even existed, and Brooke was some actor’s robot maid he’d named Noir. Neither really seem like Morgan’s style, you know? Those seemed a lot more pressing which is why I took so long to get to you, sorry about that.”

Lydia blinked. “Excuse me?”

Brianna smiled. “Don’t worry about it - I can explain it to you when we get home. But first, it’s been a while… what do you say about talking it over in the bedroom?”

The sun beat down heavily on the beach as four young women set up their spot on the beach. Brianna, Brooke, Lydia, and Samantha were all back to normal - and with their prospects of summer employment each having gone wrong in their own distinct ways, Brooke had suggested that they blow off some steam and pent up frustration with some fun in the sun. After all, even if their respective jobs had fallen through, it was still summer vacation; why not act like it?

So the quartet packed up and took a drive down to the coast, a spot with good weather and a good shoreline. As one might expect, it was quite a popular location, thronging with people. Brianna demonstrated the more mundane utility of the magic she’d been practicing, casting a small mental spell around one spot so that the assorted beachgoers wouldn’t notice the prime location or those inside of it - saving them both the spot, and any unwanted attention as the attention of any unknowing bystander would simply slip right past the location.

Samantha whistled appreciatively. “You know when you said you were practicing with Morgan, I thought she’d be an awful teacher. It’s only been a week?”

“She’s a fan of hands on demonstration.” Brianna said sheepishly. “Once I knew what to look for… well, suddenly it’s a lot easier to understand the spells she puts on me.”

Lydia grinned suddenly, as an idea formed in her head. “What sorts of spells do you have, I wonder? Morgan’s, well, Morgan, so I bet it’s a bunch of transformation spells, right?”

“Well, it’s less defined spells and more thinking of the effects I want…” Brianna wasn’t sure she liked where this was going…

“In that case… why don’t we have some fun with it?” Lydia said. “Let’s see, what to turn me into…” Lydia snapped a finger. “There was that time you were turned into a weird pool-toy right? And Samantha was one too for a while? Well, we’re at the ocean, why don’t you make me one and take me for a ride?”

“I- are you all sure about this…?”

Samantha nodded. “Of course! It’s like having a version of Morgan that won’t just leave us as her lingerie for a week because it’s funny. Why not take advantage? Speaking of…” her eyes went down to Brianna’s chest for a moment. “Why don’t you take a page from your teacher’s book and give yourself the biggest set on the beach?”

“It’s not quite that simple… I can’t really create that from nothing… or well, Morgan can, and she just hasn’t taught me that part yet.”

“Then use me. We can both get ogled at, and I’m sure Lydia will appreciate the view from below~” Samantha laughed as Brianna blushed a bit.

“You’ll need a new swimsuit if you shift your figure like that.” Brooke chimed in. “I volunteer.”

Brianna groaned. “And here I thought we were going to spend time together, and I’m the only one who’ll still be able to talk.”

“We will be spending it together. In very, very close contact.” Brooke pointed out with a teasing grin.

Brianna sighed again. “Fiiine… I guess it’ll probably be interesting to be on this side of the change for once… but I’ll put it on a time limit, just in case anything goes weird.”

With the spell making sure nobody would peek in and ask awkward questions, Brianna gestured for Lydia to come over to her. “This shouldn’t take long! I think I have an idea how to do this…”

Using what Morgan taught her, Brianna put her hand on Lydia’s shoulder and thought of what she was imagining Lydia to be. She relaxed, letting her mind drift, and the changes began to take place.

Lydia froze suddenly, all motion ceasing as the magic held her. From the point where Brianna touched her, a shimmer spread across her skin. Wherever it passed, while it kept it’s tone the skin didn’t seem nearly so real anymore. Brianna could tell the spell was working right when she felt at it, and found it was not in fact skin anymore but simple plastic in a brown flesh shade.

Lydia had been transformed more than once before, and while not all of them froze her like this it was familiar enough that she could recognize the feeling. It spread rapidly across her frozen body, each part seeming to thicken significantly as it gained the girth needed for buoyancy. When it reached her chest and legs, she moved - but only enough that she could get down to her hands and knees to continue the change.

While each afflicted part changed, she also felt them go hollow - and then fill up with air, contributing to their growth. Her bust was no exception. When it turned to stretchy plastic, it started to sag, before the air started to fill it in and it perked right back up - and then kept going, swelling until her breasts were each as big as her head and then growing further from there. She felt her arms, themselves thickening to the point her hands weren’t really hands so much as stubs at the end of her arms, automatically reach forward to support them and then fuse into place.

Her back felt like it caved in a bit as a space for someone to sit appeared, while her legs and rear end grew out even further. Her bottom followed much the same path as her bust, growing so big that you could lay down on it with no problem, while her legs pulled in and fused into a single piece.

As the plastic crawled up her neck and took her face, she had a moment where her vision flickered - her face becoming painted on and her head empty of anything but air as the transformation ran it’s final course, the last bit being her hair freezing into a single solid piece. Where a human being had been not a minute before was now a pool toy, designed to look like a young woman in a swimsuit far too small for an exaggerated figure and looking quite happy to be of use.

“You can talk to me,” Brianna said, “Morgan taught me a spell for that. How are you feeling? Did that all work ok?”

Lydia would have nodded if she still had neck muscles. “I’m feeling good! It was kind of weird, but also really cool. It’s bizarre feeling nothing but air inside of me… and the fact I can actually feel inside of me too… otherwise it’s good! Wanna take a seat~?”

Brianna blushed a bit - it was a bit awkward, but… “Alright…?” she said hesitantly, carefully taking a seat on Lydia’s back. She shifted her position a bit, until she was in the right posture as if she were using her normally - her back resting against her bottom while her legs splayed off her front sides.

“Oh, that feels… oh my god that feels good!” Lydia gasped - and it really did. She felt hyper aware of every part of her suddenly. And more specifically, extremely aware of Brianna on top of her, using her. She hadn’t expected it when she’d asked, but it was driving her crazy with how good it felt now. She could feel every bit of Brianna on her, feel how she stretched and distorted the plastic, molded it to her shape. She could imagine herself out on the ocean with her, in absolute bliss of a fulfilled purpose; if she’d been able to gather herself a bit more she might have tried to tone it back so as to avoid embarrassing Brianna, but as it was Brianna was getting a whole lot of sensual, unfiltered thoughts from the newly minted pooltoy.

Brianna blushed and stood up. “Uh, I… sorry about that, don’t know how to tone that part down yet…” she said, before clearing her throat. “Right, uh, Samantha, you next!”

Samantha stepped forward confidently. “I’ll make the best rack for miles, I’m sure.” she said with a grin. As Brianna reached out to her though, she grabbed the sorceress-in-training’s hand and redirected it to her breasts instead of a shoulder. “Take the part you want, right?”

Brianna tried not to pay too much attention to the tease, and instead focused on the spell. But… well, she wasn’t really sure how she’d visualize this kind of thing. A lot of magic was imagining what she wanted to happen, and she’d seen plenty of transformations, but hadn’t really seen this kind from the outside before. She tried to think of how it would look… and realized too late that her image was with herself being the one changed.

Her hand seemed to sink into Samantha’s bust, as if it was being sucked in. And Brianna could feel a strong pull, dragging her closer. “H-Hey!” she said, trying to pull herself out - but she could already feel that there wasn’t anything too pull anymore; her arm flowed smoothly into Samantha’s bust, like they’d always been connected.

“Well, that doesn’t seem to be right.” Sam said, not looking too terribly worried about it. “You alright there Brianna?”

“I’m fine- woah!” Brianna’s reassurance was interrupted as she stumbled, her arm sucked further into Samantha’s breasts until she was down to the shoulder. She felt strange now, her shoulder and cheek pressing against Sam’s breasts; the pair had grown noticeably larger, and she could feel them in the same way one would feel something on their own skin.

The spell was still working, mostly as intended but for one minor issue - it was going the wrong direction. Instead of Samantha enhancing Brianna’s bust, it was Brianna being sucked into Samantha. Brianna yelped with surprise as she lost her balance again and was further sucked into her friend’s bosom, her head and shoulders disappearing into her. Samantha lost her balance as well, stumbling back, and Brianna fell with her.

The rest of her seemed to fall right into Samantha’s chest. Brianna felt strange. She could feel, still, but… not a human body. She felt very round and almost bloated, but also pleasantly warm. She could see, hear, all that, though she couldn’t speak. It took her a few moments to recognize that she was… now Samantha’s breasts. And big ones.

“Wow… that wasn’t what we were going for, but I can’t say I’m complaining…” Samantha’s voice said. She looked down to see her truly immense bosom, straining her swimming suit even as it had been shifted to fit her new figure - and they looked quite natural, a slight difference in skin tone that could be explained away as different levels of tan in different parts being the only sign that Brianna now inhabited her body.

“I- sorry, I’m new at this,” Brianna said, still able to use her magic to communicate, “I’ll fix that…” she muttered. She tried to work up another spell, but… she couldn’t visualize turning back, she realized. She had no idea how she’d be able to fix this. “...Or maybe we should just… wait out the time limit.” she said after a bit. She was very glad she’d made those - it made certain that even if she couldn’t figure out a reversal it would wear off on it’s own after enough time passed.

Samantha raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment. “If you want. Sorry, Brooke, looks like you’ll have to get transformed later.”

Brooke shrugged. “I don’t mind. Why don’t we get out into the water, let Lydia have some fun?”

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They proceeded to do just that, Brooke and Samantha heading out into the water and bringing Lydia with them. They made a point of taking turns on her, or using her together, as they swam around the cool water of the coast.

Lydia, of course, thoroughly enjoyed herself. She couldn’t talk to anyone besides Brianna, and Brianna was currently a set of breasts hanging off Samantha. But then, she wouldn’t have much coherent to say anyway. As it turned out, Morgan’s particular style of magic left the transformed eager to be used, and gave quite a lot of pleasure when they were - and Brianna hadn’t figured out how to reduce that. Each squeeze of her plastic, each splash of water on her, each joyful laugh sent shocks of pleasure through the pool-toy. It felt so good to be used, to fulfill the purpose she was made for, it was hard to think through it enough to form a coherent sentence even if she could speak.

Brianna wasn’t in much better shape herself. Samantha wasn’t intentionally playing with her of course, they were on a public beach. But she was big - it was good that Samantha was strong enough to not notice the added weight - and it seemed like every little movement squeezed her in some way or other. And those little squeezes felt amazing - she was sensitive all over, something that both Brianna and Samantha could definitely feel, and it was driving her nuts. It was all she could do not to loudly shout into Sam’s mind about how good she felt; she’d never live it down if she did.

And meanwhile the third affected person was fully enjoying herself. Sure, Brianna turning herself into her breasts hadn’t been the plan, but she wasn’t one to turn down a chance to enjoy herself. The new set of tits were a nice upgrade - she rather enjoyed how the various beachgoers looked at her, some with envy and some with lust. And she wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to tease Brianna, so while she didn’t make it obvious, she moved in such a way that she’d occasionally squeeze her breasts just a bit, or brush them against something a little more than strictly necessary - it would drive her friend and rival nuts but she’d never realize it was on purpose.

Samantha walked back onto the beach. “You keep playing around, Brooke. I feel like getting something from one of those shops over there.” she said, pointing to some clustered stands hastily erected to serve the beachgoers.

Brooke gave a thumbs up, and Sam went on her way. “This wasn’t what I was expecting out of that fun little idea,” she said to Brianna, “But I’m enjoying it all the same, and I’m sure you are too~”

They were approaching the shop, at a spot with few beachgoers. As Brianna tried to respond though, Samantha froze up. It was a sensation Brianna could recognize - magic was being cast on her, and not the sort that cared for a willing target.

The spell hit Sam full force, and the changes began almost immediately. This was not a spell that took it’s time. The changes were across her whole body at once, though Sam could only really process one change at a time. Her red hair brightened considerably, shifting it’s shade until it was a bubblegum pink tone. It also lengthened considerably, falling from her shoulders down to her ass - which itself was starting to swell in size, rapidly becoming a bubble butt to match her ample bosom.

The changes felt good - way too good. Sam moaned as the pleasure shocked her body. She could feel the mental changes coming, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Instead she reveled in the pleasure it brought. Her arousal built as she became in increasingly horny person, her intelligence drained out between her thighs and stained her swimsuit. She didn’t need to think complicated thoughts anymore, she didn’t need to worry. All that heroism and hard work, she didn’t need that - she just needed warm bodies and nice beds. Or a particularly sturdy table. Or maybe just the ground, she was not picky, just horny.

The physical changes didn’t slow even as Samantha’s mental changes picked up. Her hips had widened to accommodate her new posterior, while her already hourglass figure seemed to get just that little bit moreso. Her skin shimmered as she gained a proper beach-bunny tan, while her muscles faded and were replaced with smooth, flawless softness. She lost a good dozen centimeters off her height as well. Normally she might grumble about all that hard work going to waste, but as it was, Samantha didn’t care much - she didn’t need big muscles for her new preferred type of exercise~

The first sign of the cause was a hand on her ass. “Ha! I can’t believe that worked!” a masculine voice said.

“H-Hey, Samantha, snap- ah!” Brianna tried to talk to Samantha, to try and get her to snap out of the mental effect, but she was cut short as Samantha turned to the man and pressed up against him - or more specifically, pressed her breasts up against him. Brianna’s mind blanked as the pleasure hit her like a freight train, while Samantha enjoyed herself.

“Hey there, sexy~ Do I have you to thank for this~?” Samantha practically purred as she rubbed herself against the man. She didn’t really care who it was - she was ready to go.

“That’s right.” The man said, reaching down and taking a heaping handful of one of the newly minted bimbo’s breasts - causing even further mind bending pleasure for Brianna as she felt herself fondled and groped. “I came across this little magic artifact, and thought that it’d be perfect to get me a girlfriend. You seemed like you’d make a perfect bimbo - you already had the tits for it.”

Samantha giggled softly. “Too many words. Don’t make it hard…” she said, as her hands drifted to the man’s crotch... “If you gimme that hard thing, I’ll be whatever you want me to be~” Thinking was too difficult. She didn’t want to do that anymore.

The man laughed, and pulled Samantha away from the path to the shops, and instead towards some nearby private booths. As Brianna caught her breath, she realized that she was still stuck as Samntha’s bust until the spell wore off - and with Sam in this state, there was a lot they’d get up to before it wore off, and she’d have a front row seat...