Crossing Over
by Greinskyn and Nomdreserv
The sudden pull of gravity caught Tiana off guard. Not being familiar with the laws of this world, the brunette stumbled. It was her first trip to this dimension after all. The demon awkwardly rose, and took in the surroundings. Apparently this was a rather large village, for the hovels were far larger than Gor'ha had described. From her position between two such structures, Tiana could see humans moving about on a strip of white stone. Strange carriages carried still more humans along a raven black road. Tiana had heard of the primitive means these creatures employed to travel. These were not such contrivances. She could detect neither magic nor life-force emanating from them. Only a menacing growl and a foul stench was emitted at their passing. 'Apparently much has changed in the 700 years since Gor'ha's last visit here' she pondered.
Tiana wasn't content to watch from afar; she hadn't the luxury to, anyway. Young and impetuous (even for a demon), she had braved the great risks involved in crossing over. Even though the rumors were true about a weakening of barriers between the two dimensions, she had expended a great deal of energy to get here. Tiana needed to feed.
She could sense the trace energies flowing from the humans. Though fleeting, they tasted wonderful. Tiana found herself drawn to them. Her first few steps were clumsy and slow. She had to carefully make her way along the wall, using the cool surface for balance and support. Now that she was closer to them, Tiana found the energies to be more distinct; each with their own distinct taste. Their flavor seemed to be related to the thoughts and feelings of the humans. Tiana found that by concentrating she could "read" these thoughts.
A female walking along the stone path caught her attention. The demon studied the woman's gait noting how it differed from the males of the species. Reaching into her mind Tiana found the knowledge she needed to duplicate her walk. Too impatient to merely study the information, she "took" it.
Knowledge filled her head. She knew how to walk and run, even how to seduce men with a sensuous sway. Tiana tried it out. With an elegant grace the demon paced about, reveling in the feeling. Of course the sight of a six year old swaying her hips in such an exaggerated fashion didn't hold nearly the effect that was intended A loud scream and crash brought her out of her reverie. Before she could even turn to investigate, Tiana was hit by a wave of energy...
Tami was on her way to the modeling agency for a shoot. She hoped the photographer was that handsome Latino man from the beach. The mere thought of his smooth dark skin against hers was making her wet. Tami was about to call Mary at the office to check when her legs went slack. She fell to the ground in a heap, arms flailing. The suddenness of the accident caused her to scream. She lay there dazed, but, didn't feel hurt. After a few prods to be sure, she went to stand. To her shock Tami couldn't remember how! There she was on her hands and knees unable to rise.
"What the fuck!" She screamed. Her voice carrying the horror and confusion she felt.
Tiana stumbled again; not from a lack of balance, but, from the luxurious flow of energy. She needed to get closer to the source. By the flavor she knew it was the yellow haired woman.
Tami couldn't believe it; she had no idea how to walk. Countless trips down the runway were now a distant memory. All she could manage was to crawl like a baby. The painful concrete scraping her knees and palms was a reminder that this was no dream.
Even with the pain Tami thought she must be delusional. A dark haired little girl was coming towards her; the predatory smile on her face was absolutely haunting. That wasn't what Tami's mind was having problems accepting, however. This girl was walking down the sidewalk absolutely nude!
Tiana saw her first meal crawling on the ground. She tasted so delicious! Tiana wanted more. As their eyes met, she was rewarded with another bit of information. Apparently humans only go outside wearing garments. After a brief study of Tami's mind she "Took" much of that knowledge too. Armed with this Tiana realized how well dressed the woman lying before her was. The demon was easily able to conjure up such an outfit herself, but, wanted something from this world. With a simple thought Tiana now wore the distraught woman's dress.
Tiana had to magically enhance the fabric to better fit her small frame. Not only did the garment have to be smaller, it had to change proportions. The low cut design was meant to emphasize an impressive cleavage and looked rather ridiculous on the flat chest of the demon child. Tiana didn't care about this; she was so caught up in the fact that she now possessed human things
Tami looked slightly up at the little girl before her. There was something different about her. She realized the child was now wearing clothes. Tami thought there was something familiar about them, but, couldn't put her finger on it. She knew she must look ridiculous on her hands and knees like this. Tami decided to assume a slightly less humiliating position and rolled over to sit on the sidewalk. The action caused some extra swinging motion from her unrestricted breasts. The realization of this hit home the same time as her bare bottom met the cold concrete.
Tami's eyes went wide as she realized she was completely naked. One hand shot to her exposed breasts the other farther south, hoping to cover her nudity. Though the demon had taken most of her knowledge on style and fashion Tami was fully aware that she needed to be dressed!
The combination of humiliation, fear, confusion and shock provided an amazing mix of flavors. Tiana quickly forgot about the dress and stood there taking it all in. Soon, however, different tastes started to filter in. At first she thought they were additional emotions from the yellow haired female. As they grew stronger and more distinct, Tiana realized these were coming from somewhere else. New emotions; concern, curiosity, and even arousal from other humans began to pull her attention from the stricken woman. They also reminded her of Gor'ha's warnings. Tiana realized she was very conspicuous and therefore vulnerable.
Not having any experience with glamour spells, the young demon decided to retreat from her meal. Tiana drew upon Tami's knowledge and assumed her calm sophisticated gait. 'There are so many humans here I shouldn't have to wait long to find another meal' she thought. Her departure was barely registered by the gathering crowd. Apparently the sight of a naked blond bombshell sitting on the sidewalk was more interesting than the oddly dressed little girl...
Tami's day did not improve with the absence of the demon. The goggling crowd had been reluctant to offer any covering. When something was finally offered, she had to struggle to put on the coat. Her face burned in shame at the laughter that erupted after she put it on backwards. When the police finally arrived, they thought she was on drugs. After a thorough cavity search was conducted she was placed in a holding cell.
A couple days later and faced with negative blood tests, they eventually had to admit the hysterical woman had other problems. Psychologists labeled her condition as some form of amnesia. With a lot of effort, Tami did eventually learn to walk again. Her clumsy plodding steps were a far cry from her model's walk. She never was able to reacquire any sense of fashion. The mismatched clothing she wore, often in wildly conflicting colors, drew odd looks from both sexes...
Tiana made her way along the path looking for something more, something new. She didn't have to wait long. Ahead of her, two girls had just come out of one of the buildings. Still tingling from her first feeding, she contented herself with just reading the girls' minds. Apparently this wasn't living quarters at all, but, rather a merchant's shop. These two had just given money to have their skin darkened. She was amused that these helpless creatures had to resort to such means to alter their bodies.
The girls were emitting a pleasant aura. They were pleased that the tanning procedures were working so well. Tiana really liked this new energy; it had a sweet taste to it. She followed close behind the pair feeding and enjoying their thoughts. Soon, the novelty began to wane. Tiana wanted more. As she listened to the girls complimenting each other on their new tans an idea came to her. Humans gave off energy based upon the type and level of their emotions. The young demon smiled wickedly as she remembered the flood of power she'd drank in when Tami had been relieved of her clothes and walk. As sweet as this aura was, the demon preferred quantity. If getting darker made them happier, then the opposite should be true as well.
"This new skin bronzer is soooo our thing!" Amy said, her face beaming.
Andrea couldn't help but agree. This was their sixth session and the results were spectacular; or so she had thought. Looking down at her arms, she noticed that they appeared lighter than before. 'Must be the light' she guessed. A quick glance at Amy showed her friend looked paler too now that she was outside. Maybe this new bronzer wasn't so superior to the old methods of tanning.
Amy was discretely checking out her friend as well. Her skin tended to run on the dark side anyway, but, this new treatment gave her a deep dark tan. 'Well at least a deep tan' she amended also noticing how the bright sun seemed to diminish her tone.
Tiana continued to stalk her prey. She could sense her skin darkening from the melanin she was draining from the two girls. Even though she could have made the changes herself, she found the enhancements taken from these creatures to be much more pleasurable. The feeling their traits gave, more than offset the lessening enjoyment she was receiving from their contentment.
The girls were on their way to meet another member of the "Triple A's"; a group made up of Amy, Andrea, and Alana. The trio traveled everywhere together; well, almost everywhere. Alana refused to go to the tanning salon with her friends. She had a far less developed tan than they, but, worried what effects the chemicals could cause. 'It's worth the risk' Andrea gloated, thinking how her skin would stand out against the other girls' She was a true beach bum and was looking forward to the warm sandy wonderland to show off her body. Her golden tan would look even better in comparison to their lighter skinned friend.
The pair was headed to the beach at that very instant as they had agreed to catch up with Alana there. It was only about a half a mile so they arrived in no time. Amy spotted her first and waved. Alana didn't see them right away as she was smearing sun block on her body. Only when Andrea shouted did the young woman look up to see her friends approaching.
'Why do they waste their time at those damn tanning salons?' she asked herself. Not only were they expensive, and possibly dangerous, they apparently were ineffective. The last idea came to her as she saw the two approaching. Alana couldn't help but notice how the pair looked hardly darker than when they started.
Amy and Andrea still had their bikinis on under their street clothes. They made a show of undressing, drawing every movement out as they removed each garment. Andrea loved how the men reacted whenever she performed this maneuver. They had now idea how obvious they were in their ogling despite their efforts to camouflage it. Even now Andrea could see several guys "discretely" checking her out.
Amy adjusted her suit to make sure everything was in order. Looking down at the taut nylon she wished she had wore a lighter colored suit; the black fabric made her skin look absolutely pale! The sun felt unusually strong on her skin causing a desire to take a dip in the cool water. She tried to coax her two friends to come along, but they were more interested in sunbathing and attracting boys. Amy shrugged her shoulders and dashed into the water.
The rapidly darkening demon watched as Alana and Andrea donned their sunglasses and reclined on their towels. By now the two girls were now roughly the same shade. Tiana looked at her thin little arms noting their almond color. From what she had learned, this was the ideal tone the two humans had been hoping to obtain. They still had more to drain, but, she wanted to remain at what they considered an ideal level. 'What should I do with the rest?' she pondered. Looking again at the two reclining girls, she had an idea.
Andrea shifted uncomfortably on her towel. The heat from the sun was actually a bit painful. It had only been a few minutes since she'd lain down, still... With an aggravated huff she rolled over onto her stomach. No longer facing the sun, Andrea took off her sunglasses. Alana was lying beside her, still on her back. She had to admit the other girl's skin was getting darker. Andrea reveled in the fact that the girl would never get as dark as herself. With a glint in her eye she reached out to compare shades. The alabaster colored hand that came into view made her gasp.
'What the hell?' She thought, her mind refusing to believe what she saw.
In a panic she sprang upright to get a better look. Her marvelous tan was gone! To her horror ALL her tan was gone!
"Oh my God!" She screamed, running her hands over her body.
Her yell froze everyone in a hundred yard radius. All around people turned to look at the hysterical albino-looking girl frantically hopping about.
"OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!" Andrea continued.
Amy, who had been floating on her back, heard the scream. 'That sounds like Andrea' she thought, suddenly concerned. She rolled over and scanned the beach where she had left her friends. Her friend was nowhere to be seen, though it was too far to tell for sure. Amy started wading towards the shore.
As she approached the scene of the commotion, Amy spotted the cause. Through the wall of onlookers she caught glimpses of a girl with the palest skin she had ever seen. In addition to the frantic ravings she appeared to be jumping all about in a panic. 'That girl looks familiar' she thought. The idea was ridiculous; Amy would have remembered someone with skin like that.
Tiana had been hit with a flood of energy. The strong flow from the girl had since been compounded many times over by the horde of onlookers. It was too much for the little demon to handle. Blindly she staggered away, bumping into the curious humans as she went. All she knew was that she had to distance herself or die.
It was unnerving that this was happening exactly where she had left her friends; Amy had to get through. The encircling crowd had since gathered even closer. Excited voices and pointing fingers, not to mention laughter marked the general scene. Amy expected it to be difficult to get past. To her surprise people made a path for her. It looked like Moses parting the red sea as people stepped aside allowing her to get by.
Amy realized she was beginning to draw some of the attention as well. People were pointing at her now. Wide eyes and shocked expressions were making her uneasy. At the same time she began to realize this, the last person between her and the hysterical girl stepped back. The two locked eyes. It was Andrea. Both girls froze, unable to believe the sight before them.
All around them the crowd buzzed.
"Are they sisters?" on older lady asked.
"I hope it's not a disease!" Another joined in.
Countless other comments were thrown into the jumble, though the two girls didn't hear any of it. Finally one of the girls spoke;
"Oh my god," Andrea said, pointing to her friend. "It's happened to you too!"
Amy raised her hands to find all remnants of her tan had disappeared along with her friend's. The ivory complexion was totally foreign to her.
"No." Amy managed a weak whisper.
Her weak outward response didn't reflect the terror that was flooding her thoughts. Amy's mind was reeling. The crowd of onlookers pushing in around her made her claustrophobic. She ran.
Andrea watched her close friend flee. Suddenly she was overcome with the same urge and followed the rapidly fleeing pale form.
The crowd, deprived of its entertainment, began to disperse. They thinned out except for a sole person. The young deeply tanned beauty stood speechless. Alana was still in shock at the sight of her two friends. Sure, she had warned them about the chemicals they were submitting themselves to, but, she had never imagined something like this. Numbly she reached out with a golden brown limb and picked up her things. Fortunately for her she didn't realize the nice tan she now possessed. The shock might have been too much for her at that instant.
Tiana lay dazed on the sand. Fortunately for the little demon she had distanced herself from the scene. Had she still been close when Amy discovered her own changes Tiana might have ceased to exist. As it was she teetered on the fine line between ecstasy and oblivion.
Elsewhere, the two white girls (literally) had sought refuge in one of the bath houses. There they stripped naked to take in the full damage. Gone were any sense of skin color, let alone a tan of any sort. Their ivory skin contrasted the darkness of their hair. It was a sight that any sheik would give a fortune for.
Their families of course sued SkinBronzer over the incident. Refusing to settle out of court, the matter went to trial. In hindsight they should have settled, as SkinBronzer Corp. unleashed their ace legal team to crush them. The team, led by Natalie Richards, manipulated the trial with an ease that was simply demonic. Amy and Andrea received nothing. After the verdict the two distraught girls burst into tears. Alana, tried her best to comfort them, but, the sight of her dark tan only reminded them further of their loss.
Addition by Nomdreserv
Tiana got up and walked away from the crowd, temporarily satisfied. The reactions of the crowd had been wonderful, not as intense as the victims themselves, but so much more varied. These humans really were extraordinary animals.
And so different in size and form. The larger ones seemed to come in two general body types. She assumed this was their physical _expression for male and female. Demons also expressed sexual dimorphism, but it wasn't locked into a physical form as it was here. That was restrictive on the surface, but also opened up unique possibilities, and was something else she intended to experience while she was here.
Even allowing for that, she was beginning to realize that her own body type seemed to be in a minority. She was noticeably smaller than most of the people, male or female. There were some her size or smaller who seemed to stay together in groups near the larger ones. Based on the range of sizes, she assumed there must be some kind of natural progression. She looked over at two females sitting together - a large one sitting in a chair, and a smaller one digging in the sand of the beach. The larger one's body had a different shape and curves, the smaller one more energetic. What properties made them that way? She reached out with her mind ...
Marianne Raisley thought she heard something or someone, but it was a very strange echo - more like something in her mind than an actual sound. She looked up to make sure her 8 year old daughter Caitlin was all right, then went back to her magazine.
Interesting, Tiana thought as she expanded her control. She thought she understood more of the physiology, and decided to experiment.
Caitlin was filling her hole with water when she noticed her bathing suit digging into her at the shoulders and crotch. She stood up, tried to readjust it, then ran to her mother.
"Mommy, my suit's too small," she complained.
Marianne looked up from her magazine. "Don't be ridiculous. We just bought ..."
She stopped in surprise. The suit really did look too small, by at least two sizes. Marianne assumed she must have misjudged it in the fitting room, or perhaps the water had shrunk it. The tight, undersized suit made Caitlin look older too, emphasizing longer legs and - to Marianne's shock - the first signs of breast buds underneath. Her little girl was growing up. It was amazing how fast that could sneak up on you.
Of course, she had no idea just how true that was in this case.
"I'm sorry, dear. We'll buy you a new one tonight."
"OK, Mommy." Caitlin made do as best she could and ran back to the water, her skinny little behind beginning to creep around the undersized suit's bottom.
Or maybe it wasn't so skinny. Marianne could swear it looked rounder in just that minute, as though it was filling in before her eyes. But that was ridiculous.
Caitlin tried to play in the water, but her suit was feeling more and more uncomfortable. She looked down and noticed something else - the front was rounding out in an unmistakable pattern, just like her mommy and the other grown up ladies. She knew girls developed breasts when they got older, but had assumed it happened over a longer period. In any case, she was fascinated as they pushed farther out from her chest, becoming more and more noticeable, especially when combined with the shrinking suit. She tried to push one back in experimentally, and was surprised to find how soft it was, but even more the feeling of pleasure as she massaged it. It felt good. She also felt her nipples perk up under her fingers, and found even more pleasure in touching them.
The front of the suit wasn't only becoming very tight, but her burgeoning breasts were beginning to tug the front down. A woman saw her touching herself and made a disgusted noise, prompting her to get up and run back to her mother.
"Look, Mommy! I'm getting my breasts!"
Marianne looked up expecting some joke, and instead gasped at the sight. Her daughter was noticeably taller, having sprouted at least 4 inches in the few minutes since she'd left. Her face was more mature, though still recognizable, but her body was another matter entirely. She had small but very real breasts, beginning to round out into half moons, and her hips were wider, like she belonged in high school. The combination of growth and development threatened to tear what was left of her suit to pieces.
"Oh my God!" she cried, reaching out to gather Caitlin into her arms. "What's happening?"
Caitlin pulled back a few inches, staring at her mother's face.
"You look funny," she announced.
Marianne looked down in surprise. She couldn't see her face, but what she could see looked fine. More than fine, in fact. She noticed that her hands seemed much smoother and less wrinkled than before, and her legs looked fantastic - long and smooth, more like a college student than a 38 year old mother. Her annoying tummy bulge had all but disappeared too, making her breasts look higher and rounder.
And ... smaller?
This wasn't possible, but it almost looked like they were smaller in her suit. She'd been a C-cup ever since having Caitlin, and had actually tended towards a D-cup with her recent weight gain, but the way her suit compressed them now, she looked more like a B.
"Oops," Caitlin said as her own suit snapped, the top straps losing their double battle against her size and growing chest. Immediately, her own teenaged breasts popped into view, and Marianne reached around to grab a towel to cover her.
And by the time she turned back, she was looking her daughter straight in the eye.
They were almost perfectly matched, like 18 year old sisters, and they could only gaze at each other in shock for several seconds.
And then, as if the horrors weren't piling up fast enough, Marianne found herself looking up into her daughter's face.
Caitlin giggled, the childish laugh sounding strange with her older voice.
"Mommy, you're getting little."
It was true, and in more ways than one. Marianne looked at her dwindling body in disbelief, especially as her own breasts began to shrink back into her chest. She grabbed at them to no avail, though it did allow her to feel as they reduced from firm, full globes, to cushiony rounded mounds, then soft swellings, then small bumps beneath the nipples, and then...
Nothing. She was as flat-chested as a preschooler. The front of her suit hung loosely, the built in bra still pushing it out in a distorted memory of her former assets. In fact, her whole suit hung loosely now, the top barely staying up, and the crotch beginning to slip down unrecognizably thin legs. They needed to get help. She looked back to Caitlin.
And found herself staring straight into her daughter's large breasts. Caitlin had pulled the towel open to look at them, and Marianne found she was only chest high to her now, providing a perfect view.
They didn't exactly look like teenaged breasts any more though. They had become much fuller, but softer, and drooped slightly. The nipples were also much larger and darker.
"Aren't they cool, Mommy?" Caitlin asked, shaking them slightly.
Marianne looked up past the shaking breasts and found her daughter smiling. The carefree smile was familiar, but otherwise she might not have recognized the face. The larger jaw and brow showed a woman of maturity, and the faint lines around her eyes and mouth showed one heading into middle age. The bottom part of her overstretched suit could barely contain her matronly ass and an accompanying tummy bulge, making it look like some weird kind of thong.
"Stay here!" Marianne ordered. She ran to the nearest adults.
"You have to help us!" she cried. "My daughter over there needs your help!"
The man barely contained his surprise at being addressed by a little girl falling out of an adult-sized swimsuit, and whatever disposition he might have felt about helping disappeared as soon as he saw the half-naked woman in the bizarre thong touching her naked breasts.
"Sick!" he announced. "Go tell your mother to cover up or I'll have her arrested."
"She's not my mother!" the little girl cried desperately. "I'm my ... I mean, she's my... she's only 8 years old!"
He snorted derisively. "Yeah, right. Now, go away."
Marianne ran to the next couple, but with much the same result. Tiana just laughed and drank in her fear and anguish. She considered switching some of their personality traits, but decided she liked it better this way. She moved on.
It had been very interesting watching the little girl's body change as she added her mother's years to it. She looked at her own undeveloped physique and wondered if she could do the same. More to the point, could she develop her front and lower body like that without necessarily changing her age?
It seemed like an interesting experiment, so she chose another woman lying and sunning herself as a donor. The woman was certainly impressively developed, as she inferred from the striking curves of her body and the reactions of the men looking at her, and therefore seemed a perfect target.
Susan was enjoying the feel of the sun on her body, and also reveled in the daring bikini she had chosen. She knew she was a little big up top to wear one, but had enjoyed the appreciative and obvious stares from the men when she had appeared on the beach. Her philosophy was if you had it, flaunt it.
She turned over, enjoying the way her large breasts pushed into the soft sand. Maybe she would really tease them and untie her top. If someone particularly intriguing showed up, she might even flash a little before covering up.
She felt a pleasant tingle in her breasts at the thought. Oddly enough, however, they didn't seem to push quite as hard into the sand afterwards. She shifted a bit, and was surprised to feel so little pressure on her front. Strangely enough, her bikini top even seemed to move as though it was loose.
She decided to sit up and tighten it, but as she turned back onto her back, she was greeted by the impossible sight of her bikini bra all but collapsing onto her chest. She pulled the deflated cups back out and gasped at what she saw.
Or rather, what she didn't see. Her cups were almost empty, the barest of A-cup swellings still pushing out from her chest. And even as she watched, those last remnants of her once abundant cleavage disappeared as well, leaving her two large nipples and the surrounding areolas as the only proof that her completely flat chest was still feminine.
She grabbed at her chest in dismay and stood up. Immediately, her bikini bottom slipped low on her narrow, boyish hips, threatening to continue down her now skinny, straight legs. She barely contained a scream at her inexplicably transformed body. Her legs, hips and chest had no curves whatever. She was still as tall as ever, but otherwise had the body of 6 year old. In fact, her bikini had slipped enough to reveal that it was literally true in even the most intimate of places. She began turning around, as though somehow she might have misplaced her curves, while touching herself in disbelief.
And she was so caught up in her own disaster that she didn't notice the bizarre appearance of a little girl standing a short distance away. The girl looked to be about 8 years old by her height and face, but her body was caricature of a voluptuous woman's, sporting breasts as large as her head and hips three times the width of her waist.
And she didn't look happy.
Tiana struggled with the added weight of her gigantic breasts, which seemed about the size of beach balls to her comparatively small torso and threatened to overbalance her. She found it very difficult to even stand up straight, and almost fell when she tried to walk because of the new, awkward shape of her hips and legs.
In disgust, she decided the experiment was a failure, and sucked Susan's age away as well to balance the new equipment. Susan therefore, barely able to comprehend what was happening anyway, felt a dizzying sensation as the ground seemed to rush up towards her. A second later, her even more pathetically oversized bikini bottom dropped to the ground, and she was left with only the baggy top, the cups hanging empty and down to her waist.
But at least her body's development now matched her size and overall appearance.
It was too much for her, and she ran screaming up the beach, just wanting to go hide until she could understand what had happened. A few people looked or stared, but no one paid too much attention.
After all, a six year old running around half naked was no big deal.
Tiana felt better after gaining her adult size, but then noticed her dress was too tight, no longer able to contain her adult body. It was an interesting indication of demon psychology that she jettisoned the absorbed years and curves rather than simply altering her dress, quickly reverting to her child's body. She had developed a fondness for it, and also decided the children here attracted less attention.
And close by, a college student on summer break abruptly aged 15 years, changing from a slim young woman on the first cusp and full bloom of adulthood to a mature woman rapidly approaching middle age. She unconsciously tugged at her suddenly tight and awkwardly fitting bikini, not noticing that her older, saggier breasts were barely contained within the cups, or the way the bottom highlighted the soft flesh of her spreading belly. And she had no way of seeing the faint lines and wrinkles which appeared on her face as the skin aged and thinned. And she would spend the rest of her life assuming her skin had undergone some kind of bizarre sun damage from faulty sunblock.
And a man napping peacefully would wake up with a heavy set of female breasts and a swimsuit stretched too tightly across wide hips and a full, womanly ass.
Tiana noticed that some of the women seemed more self conscious than others, and some wore smaller swimsuits showing off more of their bodies. She also noticed the pattern often closely followed body size - women with more mass seemed more ill at ease and likely to cover up than the ones with less weight. She wondered what would happen if she changed that...
Brittany and Tiffany were alpha girls, make no doubt about it. Although still in high school, they had more confidence and attitude than most of the adult women. Both had gorgeous bodies, slim but with noticeable curves, beautiful faces and long, shimmering hair. They sat together on their beach towels, glorying in their own perfection and positions of dominance, positions which were especially emphasized when a classmate walked by.
"Look at Kimberley over there," Brittany pointed out a girl in a slightly tight racing suit. "Like, omigod, she must have gained at least 10 pounds this summer."
"Totally. Ever since she started working at Burger Barn with Jessie. I am so glad we got our jobs at the New Generation Gap."
She referred to a very trendy teen girls' clothing store that only hired the slimmest, best looking girls to avoid "scaring off" customers - a joke only the girls lucky enough to be hired were allowed in on.
"Oh God, here comes Jessie now," Brittany warned her.
Sure enough, Jessie had joined Kimberley. She was also a little overweight - not really fat, but with enough of a stomach to test the spandex of her suit. Both girls glanced over at the alphas.
"Omigod, they are looking at us," Brittany complained.
"Hi!" Tiffany waved at the girls with fake enthusiasm. "Like, come on over and join us."
Kimberley and Jessie didn't seem sure about that, but reluctantly walked over.
"Hi! How totally cool to see you! How are you?" Brittany greeted them with syrupy sweetness.
"OK," the girls mumbled.
"And I absolutely love your suits," Tiffany added in a gush, barely containing a giggle. "You must have had them a few years though, right? Because they seem a little tight."
Kimberley and Jessie blushed, while the alphas giggled. Finally, Kimberley spoke up angrily.
"You know, just because not everyone can afford personal trainers and special diets..."
"Special diets? You mean like your burger and fries diet?" More giggles.
Jessie was about to jump to her friend's defense, when she stopped because of an odd sight. With each breath and giggle, Tiffany's bikini top seemed to be pushing out a little farther. It was almost like her breasts were getting bigger.
A second later, and she realized the same thing was happening to Brittany. Both girls seemed to have gained a cup size right before her eyes. Talk about unfair! As if they weren't blessed enough.
Though now that she noticed, maybe it wasn't such a blessing. Although the girls seemed bigger up top, their breasts seemed to lose some of their perkiness, sagging a little into their cute but now undersized tops. It was almost as though they had gained all their extra size through an infusion of soft fat rather than normal growth. She looked on in shock as their softer, more abundant cleavage jiggled and shook from the laughter.
Another second, and Kimberley had noticed it too. Not only that, but the same thing was happening elsewhere. Both girls watched in amazement as Brittany and Tiffany seemed to add pounds right in front of them. Their faces lost their sharp angles, rounded and softened, the first hints of double chins following quickly thereafter. Their tight little asses spread out beneath them, like they were melting in the hot sun. Their hard, flat bellies softened then began to round out, finally pooching out over the top of their increasingly tight bikini bottoms.