Beach Day for a Witch

Beach Day for a Witch

A warm Sunday sun glowed down from above sitting high in the near-perfect blue sky. A single fluffy cloud threatened to hide the sun, but had, so far, held off from ruining what was otherwise the best day this year for going to the beach.

That's what Glenda, along with hundreds of others, had thought. The usually sleepy beach home only to a few seabirds and a couple of surfers, was now packed out with beach towels, balls, makeshift nets, running, shouting, cheering, crying. Gads. These humans really know how to ruin a good day sunbathing. Despite her skimpiest green bikini, her skin never tanned a shade darker than porcelain white. One of the curses of being a witch.

A particularly loud shriek tore past her as a kid chased a ball, kicking sand onto her legs as he bolted.

"Sod this." Said Glenda to herself as she lay her steamy book down on her exposed midriff. Propping herself up onto her elbows she surveyed the mess of people around her. This was too much entirely. Not worth leaving her modest apartment for. How on earth was she meant to enjoy her saucy stories with all this noise? She loved a saucy little short every now and then, and this one was one of her favorites. A witch with magical tits that entranced women with her milky cream. Heat rose in her chest as she imagined a world where she had such total control over another person's mind like that.

She couldn't, of course. Glenda was not that kind of witch. As many of her classmates had been keen to mock her for it. The heat turned into a tight ball in Glenda's chest as she remembered the taunts of her schoolmates. For some could fly, and others could control animals, the most powerful could alter minds and realities. The white skinned Glenda, could make change too, but only physical realities, and relative to her classmates, only minor changes to a person's body.

Glenda closed her eyes. She was stressed out, and her mind had gone to a darker place than she wanted. This day had not meant to be about screaming crowds, and sand kicked everywhere, and school tormentors. It was meant to be about the warm sun on her skin, the heat of this deliciously creamy book. Focus now, Glenda.

The cloud finally covered the sun and the beach was covered in a cooling shade. With her eyes still closed the world grew still around the focused Glenda. She imagined her body floating in a black pool. Each hair, and freckle on her body. Each dimple, curve and swell of the 30-something appearing witch. The inky waters seemed to stick to her skin until she was covered by it all, from the tip of her toe to the top of her head. Then she began to sculpt this blackened figure. To mold with her mind. The character in her book had magic tits, well why don't we have some of that. Milk. Yes please. Actually, no. Not just milk. Milk chock full of my pheromones. Some delicate work, but here in her imagination, in her mind palace she was the ruler. Years of honing her skills, to the molecular level of bodily change.

In the back of her mind the book's character came to the fore. She could feel her insides becoming silken with desire. To control another being with her milk. to watch them squirm with need. She felt her very real bikini bottoms becoming damp and despite herself the shock of need running threw her body, jolting her from the mind palace.

The cloud moved and the sunlight dazzled Glenda as she blinked and squinted. A haze in her mind, as the book fell from her midriff and she wondered just how many changes she had made. She had lost control.

Glenda rubbed at her eyes. Put on her sunglasses and rested her head down. Her silken pussy pulsed with thoughts of what may happen. It would take some time for the changes to work their way through. She let her own delicious thoughts run through her mind, less bothered by the sounds around her as her fantasies took over. The sun and the pleasurable daydreaming soon had Glenda in an early afternoon snooze.

Peals of sing-song laughter rang out. Glenda pulled herself up, she must have fallen asleep. The sun had moved on. A couple of hours at least.

"What on earth?" Glenda murmured to herself waking up.

She scanned her surroundings, and the beach had quietened significantly. Still many couples and small groups dotted around. But no more charging children, and boys playing ball games. Heck, she had space around her at least. No wonder she had been asleep.

And Yet.

Another laugh and snort from her left hand side. Looking over Glenda saw a young woman. Maybe 20 by her appearance. Holding her phone in one hand, she whispered behind her other and snorted away with laughter. Glenda felt a pang of jealousy at the young woman's sisterhood with whomever was on the other side of the phone. Still, it was nice to see a young woman in her prime just being silly and enjoying herself. Then, despite the hand covering, Glenda heard the her say,

"I mean seriously, her tits are leaking! What a

slut!"

More laughter.

Glenda's throat tightened as she looked down at her green bikini top. The bikini was stretched thin, the fabric was so taut that it threatened to snap. Her tits had grown a couple of sizes at least, swollen with milk. And sure enough, dark rings had formed over each nipple. Worse yet her nipples were clearly hardened to a nub underneath the nylon cover. She flushed a deep red.

Her mind instantly took her back to school and that

bitch

Florence, who had bullied her, always saying "If she can change bodies then why does she have such massive tits, is she some kind of

slut

?" It was after that she had shrunk them down, with her powers. Always hesitant to appear like a

slut.

The crimson heat of embarrassment turned inside her, thinking of Florence, thinking of that word -

Slut

. It had always haunted her throughout school, and now here it was again, out of some 20 year olds mouth. Mocking Glenda. The embarrassed red heat started to shade itself into a white hot fury inside her. Let's see who the

slut

is shall we?

Glenda bided her time, pretending to snooze, stewing on the possible punishment as the blonde continued her phone conversation. Gossiping about this leaky titted

slut

at the beach. The witch was rewarded when after 10 or so minutes passed and the younger woman commented on getting in the water. Hung up, and then stood surveying the beach and where best to take a dip.

"Sorry!" Said Glenda. The woman jumped a little at the surprise of being addressed. Glenda stood and approached with a smile. The blonde's eyebrow went up in skepticism as Glenda swayed over, unused to the additional weight of her heavy bosom.

"Uhhh..yeah, whatssup?" asked the girl.

"Your bikini top, it's a little loose at the back, shall I..." Glenda let her words wander off as she took the young woman's arm and urged her round.

"Oh sure, thanks. Wow, I was just about to swim, it'd be so bad if I lost it! Can you imagine?"

"Oh I sure can... how awful..."

Glenda felt around the perfectly secure string of the young lady's yellow bikini top. Undid it and retied it with a much less secure knot.

"What a beautiful day..." The young blonde chirped away in small talk as Glenda used the skin to skin contact to work some of her magic on the poor girl caught, unwittingly, in her grasp. The girl's words faded as Glenda reached into her imagination.

Now it was the blonde woman who was floating in the inky depths, as Glenda observed and considered. She was 20, athletic build, probably playing some kind of sports. Judging from the tone of her long legs perhaps she was a track runner. The woman's legs met the toned swell of her ass, pert with a roundness only achieved through hours squatting in the gym. Glenda noted that the tanned skin had a clear difference where the panties should be, not one who liked to get naked to even out a tan. Worth noting. A toned stomach led to a generous bust, a slight more than a handful, squeezable. Her face was a picture. No wonder the woman was so confident, clearly she would have been used to lots of positive reinforcement from her peers.

On the surface, she was perfect. There was no need to make changes here. But she had crossed Glenda. called her a

slut

. Insulted her based on a stained bikini and large tits. So there was some payback in order. Much more fun to change things under the surface too. Sensitivity. Responsiveness to different stimuli. Wetness came to mind. Public nudity. Embarrassment. And Glenda's own pheromones.

Glenda was pleased with her work. Sure it would take some time building the changes, but the process was in place now.

"You were saying dear?"

The young blonde had wandered off in her mind. The act of sculpting often overwhelmed those who had not experienced it before, they often would describe it as a thick fog.

"Oh sorry, I sort of...fazed out."

"I'll say"

"I think I was saying how much I'm looking forward to a swim."

"Ah yes, well that's your top all sorted, I'm sure you're going to have all sorts of fun wetting yourself."

"Wetting...?" The young woman looked round at the witch, with a dazed expression. Confused at the odd wording. "Sorry, what do you mean?" Her sing-song tone had an element of anxiety.

"Don't you worry about me, I'm just a milky

slut

."

"Oh I..!"

"Go on dear, off you pop." Glenda gave her bottom a small nudging pat. Before turning and setting herself down on her towel. She found the blonde woman's gaze still on her as she made herself comfortable. Glenda gave the woman one last look over the brim of her sunglasses, "Enjoy your swim," she added archly.

The young woman walked unsteadily towards the wanted, shaking the last of the fog from her mind as she approached the azure waves. Whatever fog was in her would be washed away by the soothing cool of the waters. She was sure of it.

The lapping water felt great on her toes, and soon enough she wasn't worried about that leaky weirdo who had been so close to her on the beach. Really, how could someone that pale survive in this sunshine, she should have been in some sort of home with how odd she was. What was up with her tits too! Leaking like that. Keep it at home. Some people were like that though, real sluts. You would see them at the beach or wherever, with their tops off, tanning. Gross. This lady had been much the same, clearly was wearing a bikini far too small for her. trying to show off her fat tits to the world. God, what a slut. Still this water feels so good. No time to think about the woman now. Each waze bought a relaxing surge through the blonde's body.

Soon she was surging through the water in a brisk breaststroke to work off some of her frustration at the lady. At this point in the day the athletic blonde was the only one in the water. The sun was starting to approach late afternoon. Still the beach still had some who were clinging on to their lazy sundays. Her pulse was quickening with the effort of swimming through the light waves, but also, with a heat in her core. The waves felt like lapping tongues. That was a first. She sped quicker through the water wanting to feel more and more of the tongues as they covered her in attention.

As she did so the knot, already loosened by the witch, came undone and her top slipped right off taken by the water. Ice pierced her heart and her hand shot out to grab the waving string of the yellow bikini but she just couldn't get it. Each time the string was sure to be in her fingers she would clutch but find nothing.

"Dammit!" She cried to herself.

Another wave took the top away and she made a last reach for it in a half front crawl.

"Uuuugh..." She moaned. Not of frustration. Of heat. An animal sound. Her toes rolled into a tight ball as a spark shot through her. Without her bikini top the lapping waves had access to her breasts. The cool water was a revelation to her body.

A hand shot to her mouth to cover the deep moan that was emanating from her. She bit hard on a finger, to stifle the sound. She couldn't comprehend how this was happening.

"Dammit!" She cried harder. What on earth was she meant to do now? This was impossible. Even her lover at college hadn't made her feel as good as this water was right now. Her skin felt so sensitive to it. She just needed to get home, and give him a call, then maybe he could come over. The thought struck that she could always help herself out, but that's what nasty girls do. Masturbation was for sluts.

Whimpering with each small movement she made her way through the water back to the safety of the sand. The heat was growing in her core, she could feel her pussy pulsing softly. Her head was rushing with blood.

"Just need to get all my things and get out of here as fast as possible."

Still submerged by water she could feel sand underneath her feet. Water cascaded from her body as she stood up and walked out of the sea. Each pearl of water felt like a silk draping her body. The sun's warmth hitting her skin like thousands of a lover's kisses.

Lost in a haze she made eye contact with a man who was laid on his towel. She could tell he had sex on his mind, his eyes spoke of lust and passion. A lady on the towel next to him noticed his look, punched his arm, and gave the young blonde a dirty look.

"Shit!" Said the blonde to herself realizing through her horny haze that she was topless!

She shot an arm up and reached it across her chest as best she could. Her expletive and reaction only caused more eyes to be on her. More couples, a group of lads. Even a few women shot enigmatic looks her way. A deep red spread across her cheeks, as they flushed with embarrassment. She fixed her eyes to the sand and walked as briskly as she might.

As she walked the deep red started to morph. The shame of being caught out like this, without a top, tits displayed to the world, should have her wanting to disappear into the sand. To become invisible, to wish away the attention. Yet with each pair of eyes on her, with each deepening of the crimson red shame she felt hotter and hotter inside. Where the water felt like lapping, and the sun like kisses, this was melting her pussy into a puddle. It didn't feel like anything but need. Need to satisfy herself now. Unbidden her pussy had her imagining jilling her pussy this very second.

Her heart seemed to skip every second beat as she fled the eyes back to her towel. Her rational mind held on for dear life, urging her as best it could. Stop thinking about how damp your pussy is, how much it's throbbing. How tight your nipples feel. The silky sun kissing on your skin, those pearls of water running down your back.

Still feeling eyes on her, she made it to where her towel should be. Gone now. Just some etchings in the sand, all her stuff. The t-shirt she needed so much, her car keys that promised a quick getaway. All gone.

"Ahem." Came the small voice of Glenda. She beamed towards the horny blonde. "Looking for something?" She said as she twirled a set of car keys in her hand.

"You...hi again...ummm...my things."

Glenda observed the young blonde, "oh of course, after your swim you must be so thirsty." The 3o-something witch, who had discarded her own bikini top, waved the blonde woman's water bottle at her.

"No...give me..." The younger woman approached and as she reached the witch she stopped short, hanging her mouth open and agape. This woman laid out on her towel, leaking milk from her fat tits all of a sudden seemed the most erotic image the athletic blonde had ever seen. Glenda knew better of course. She recognized the impact the dialed up pheromones were having on her target. And knew also that she still wanted to play a little bit with the young thing. Teach her a real lesson in sluthood.

Glenda passed the water bottle up to the blonde, who was busy on the pheromones emotional rollercoaster, took the bottle and drank greedily. The woman shook her head. Slowly from one side to the other, waking slowly. She scrunched her brow.

"Wha...what's happening?"

Her body tensed up, imperceptibly to the mre distant onlookers, but apparent to Glenda. The young woman crossed her legs, digging her toes into the sand as she twisted, as a high pitched whine left her throat.

"Can't..." She panted. "No!" She cried.

The young blonde, who had been so bitchy. So superior and sure. Burst her banks. Her yellow panties went dark as she peed herself in front of the witch. Soon the bikini was too sodden to take anymore and yellow tinged pee broke free from the sides of her bikini bottoms and trailed down each leg. The 20 year old twisted and stamped her foot. But nothing she did could stop the flow, until it eventually subsided on its own.

"Oh dear. Looks like you've had an accident." said Glenda.

"Ooooo sorry, I don't understand!"

"Well, it's no wonder when you barely have any strength in your kegel muscles."

The young blonde stood, not hearing Glenda. Her hands were wiping at her bikini, smoothing it out, straightening. She stared at the dark patch. As the rising heat of embarrassment accelerated the wet blondes' heart rate.

All of a sudden the wet fabric of her soggy panties felt like the most luxurious material. The way the fabric caught and stuck on her lips overwhelmed the blonde woman. Her fingers slipped inside her bikini bottoms as she started to play with her soaking wet pussy. Glenda could hear just how desperately wet the woman standing in front of her was, as she saw the outline of knuckles working hard inside the nylon bottoms.

"What on earth do you think you are doing young lady?" Demanded the thoroughly entertained witch.

"I can't stop." The woman licked her lips and squeezed one of her exposed breasts. "Why can't I stop?"

The woman's hips bucked as her fingers worked. The whine became a lusty moan. She had long since passed the point where she would have cum.

"Having trouble dear?" Asked Glenda innocently.

"Why can't I...?" The furiously horny woman rolled her soggy bottoms midway down her thigh. A couple of catcalls sounded in the distance, much to the witch's entertainment. Glenda watched the woman's fingers with growing interest. As much as she tried they would not take her over the edge into climax. They slipped and slipped into the juicy folds of the leggy blonde, but each time the moans piqued the fingers seemed to forget what they were doing. Instead of applying pressure to her clit, or thrusting inside her velvety pussy they would instead meander on her outer lips, or spread her lips apart, not touching any of the most sensitive spots.

"Ah..I see now." Said the witch knowingly.

"You...do" gasped the woman.

"Yes. You've got a bad case of clumsy fingers. No, I don't think they will get you there."

The woman's quivering legs gave way and she planted her knees down into the sand, with one hand in front of her for support and the other still stuck teasing her pulsing pussy. Glenda, for a moment, was envious of the onlookers from behind who were getting quite a show right now. But seeing the desperate look on the young blonde's face was a treat only for the creamy witch.

"Please. Miss. Tell me... how?" Her voice was thick with lust and her breath caught on each word as she willed her fingers to obey her, but found that they only got more clumsy each time her pleasure threatened to take her over the edge.

"Well..." Glenda paused, as though in thought, "there are a couple of steps you see."

"Yes. Tell me..please."

"The first..." Here she paused for effect. The heavy lidded eyes of the 20 year old shone with tears. "You must admit that, between the two of us, you are the one that is a slut."

"Wha...I'm not a..."

"Ah. Ah. Ah." Glenda tsked. "Come on now. Exposing yourself to the beach, peeing your pants, and now masturbating for the whole beach. Slut is the least of it."