Intercepted

Unfortunately for Nadia, she must have caught the attention of the source of the mischief, because she barely made it three steps in the sand before her arm jerked upwards from the lack of weight in her hand. Her belongings dropping to the sand with a gentle thud.

She looked down at them and started to bend to pick them up, but her attention was drawn to the sound of incoming footsteps in the sand. As she looked up, she saw a beautiful, tall blonde women a few yards from her. She stood, facing Nadia, with a look of confusion and horror on her face. She was pouting, looking almost as if she were being led by her lips.

Nadia had enough experience with magicians like these (including James) to not be surprised by the sensation, but the other woman, walking towards her was outright panicking, at a loss to explain why her body was moving without her control. Nadia did her best to pretend to not know what was happening, which was partly true, as her own lips started to pull her forwards from her center of gravity.

As the woman got nearer, the malicious magician's intent became clearer. As the unhappy noises from the woman got louder, Nadia felt her lips pucker, as if preparing for a kiss. Neither of them wanted any part of this kiss, but Nadia remained quiet and analytical while the other woman panicked. Their faces got closer and closer until their soft lips met. Nadia felt the beautiful woman's panicked breath on her face as she tried to push Nadia away, only to find that their lips were pulled tightly together, as if glued.

After a few seconds, the contact became a much more active kiss. Nadia felt her lips move on their own, embracing the other woman's. She felt the other woman renew her efforts to push her away, as if she had a choice, as their tongues joined in the now passionate french kiss.

Nadia had no interest in woman, and by this point she was very confident that her current partner had no interest in women either. The result was an incredibly passionate kiss connecting two struggling bodies, which apparently was not to the taste of the mysterious puppeteer. The vocal protests of the blonde woman increased as Nadia's hands reluctantly started to roam her partner's bikini-clad body, particularly up and down her back. Nadia appreciated the soft skin she was being made to rub, just as the other woman's hands started moving too.

They pulled each other closer until they were pressed together in a tight embrace, hands still exploring on their own adventures. Nadia was reminded of her newly sensitive ass as the other woman found her hands **** down, rubbing and squeezing it as if it were made of dough.

Nadia, trying to focus, was taking the opportunity to look to the side of her partner's face to try to ascertain the source of this perversion, but couldn't get a good view.

Nadia wanted to comfort the woman, or at least communicate to her explicitly that she also did not want any part of this, but despite this and he lack of interest in woman, she was still contending with the arousal and urge to grind instilled by the beach magician's earlier curse, and found her body becoming extra animated in the make-out. Trying to stifle her moans was becoming useless, and her curse was manifesting as a compulsion to roll her hips.

Things took a turn for the worse when Nadia felt her partner's hands reach behind her, undoing the knot of her top, letting the red bra slip from her shoulders. In succession, her own hands started to do the same with her partner. The only thing retaining their modesty at this point was the pressure from the two woman squeezing their chests together in their embrace. Every movement they made seemed to loosen their tops and increase the chance of them dropping, tugged by the weight of the undone straps dangling from their sides. Nadia's above average chest took the opportunity to spread out naturally, giving bystanders an excellent side view.

As her partner kneaded her ass, she felt her own hands reaching up to the blonde woman's breasts. They were pretty, but a small A-cup, Nadia remarked in her mind, as the change in her position caused both of their tops to drop to the floor. As she kneaded the poor woman's breasts, she noticed a change in the woman's tone, almost as if her protests were mellowing. She had a good idea as to why, because as she kneaded, she felt the bizarre sensation of them growing in her hands. They slowly grew from their original A cup size, through Nadia's large C's, all the way to a size Nadia didn't know how to gauge other than that her hands were too small to hold them.

She figured that the poor woman had the same curse applied to her. Now instead of protesting, the woman was practically pushing her chest into Nadia's hands for stimulation, squeezing Nadia's ass tightly in response, causing even more unwanted stimulation. Nadia's hands played with her partner relentlessly, switching between playing with her nipples and kneading her breasts.

This continued until, all of a sudden, the imaginary puppet strings snapped. The partners practically bounced off each other as if repelled, both immediately moving to grab their tops from the sand and cover their chest with their hands before they could return their clothes to their bodies. Nadia was successful, whereas the blonde woman seemed to have some trouble covering her now extremely swollen breasts. They looked at each other, speechless, as if apologising or supporting each other in solidarity.

Nadia watched as the woman seemed to struggle with the bikini top in her hands, trying to drop it in the floor, her breasts swinging pendulously as she fought, but the top managed to cling to her hand, swinging behind her back until it hit the other wrist, clinging to that as well. The woman twisted to try to see what was happening behind her as the bra top started slithering around her arms, tightening them in bondage behind her back, forcing her shoulders back and breasts on involuntary public display.

Nadia was sympathetic but grateful that it wasn't her being **** for whatever intentions the beach magician had. She took the distraction of the busty woman as her cue to leave before something equally nefarious happened to her, hoping that the knot tying would distract them enough for her escape. Without looking back, she grabbed her things and ran for the changing room huts where she could discretely remove the collar. As she did, she felt the attention of various beachgoers focus on her bouncing ass, leading her cheeks to burn with a mix of embarrassment from her immodesty and arousal from the sensitivity and bouncing.

As soon as she made it to the changing room, she deactivated the choker in private, rendering her safe from additional curses from other mischievous magicians, leaving her with just the ones she'd collected so far: a newly huge ass, sensitivity and arousal, and an urge to hump and grind on any surface, almost too powerful to fight.

This all added up to make putting her jeans on impossible. After several attempts, she had to admit defeat: she was way too big for them and they weren't willing to stretch. To make matters worse, every attempt to put them on in the tiny changing room was stymied by her reflex to grind on the material.

She settled on just the tshirt, trying to cover as much of her ass with it as possible, before hunting down a taxi back to the hotel where she could take stock.

She was tempted to find the aggressor and put them in their place, but with her semi-bare ass and pile of curses, she wasn't in the best place to do it. Plus, having to explain the fact that she apparently gained magical abilities in the changing facilities would be difficult.

The ride itself was particularly difficult: fighting the urge to be indecent in the back of the taxi was a challenge. It didn't help that when she did give in to her subconscious, the creaking leather of the seat would alert the confused driver to her movements. Each time, he looked at her in the mirror with a confused expression, she had to smile politely back.

It was several hours later that James made it back to the hotel room to find Nadia in a cowgirl position over a pile of bed pillows.

"What on Earth are you doing?!"

Nadia replied, out of breath, "I can't stop. Please help me."

James walked closer to the bed, confused. "What happened?"

He sat and listened as she recounted the events of the day in as much detail as she could muster while grinding against pillows.

"Please, James, I was expecting it to wear off by now, but it's barely worn off, can you make it stop? I've already cum 5 times - I can't take any more of this."

"I can give it a shot, but you'll have to wear the collar, of course!"