They travel under the veil of night...

It was Nine P.M and Misty was sitting on a stump near the docks. She yawned, her chin rested on her breasts which she pushed towards her head. They had grown again, about three inches all around, and with that happening, they'd also became heavier. It was getting a bit difficult for her to walk, even with her increased stability that the drink bestowed upon her.

She shivered while she waited for Desire her nipples perky underneath her extremely loose covering. She had converted an old blanket into a pseudo-Tank Top. The way it was built would give any passerby quite a nice view of her side cleavage, and her front cleavage. Misty tapped her foot in thought, hearing the waves crash against the sandy beach.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, It was difficult to gather supplies." Desire's voice called out from the darkness. Misty turned and saw the woman dressed not in her fortune-teller outfit but instead looked like a bit more conservative Lara Croft. Brown cargo pants, belted and pouches by her side, and a top that looked ready to burst. One look at Desire's face told Misty that she wished to have worn something less revealing. And one look at the woman's bust made it known that she didn't have much else to cover them. Besides her were two other hotel staff members.

Both women, one had a streak of blue in her blonde hair and the other was a brunette. Both lovely to look, as Misty classified them in her head. Still there were some oddities to them; the blonde had a faint sway to her hips while the brunette was a bit too muscular to be natural.

"Meet Annabelle and Tracy, fellow smoothie drinkers." Desire introduced. "They only got a sip of the stuff, as you can see."

Annabelle, the blonde, placed her hands on her hips and blushed. While Tracey merely walked forward to shake Misty's hand. The Chinese girl did enjoy her busty self, but the fitness instructor part of her brain did like Tracey's muscular form.

"Now, let's get going." Desire spoke. The four women walked down the docks until finally reaching a boat with the hotel's insignia on the side. They all moved in, untied the knot that was roped around the boat's backside, turned the key, and sped towards the island.