Beach day

Nadia woke by herself, unsurprised that James had left her in the room while he worked. She knew that she'd need to entertain herself for some of the trip, and today was her first day alone. This didn't bother her: after all, this beautiful city was known for its serene beaches. She wore her favourite red bikini under her casual white t-shirt and jeans, and put her towel, and beach kit in her bag and headed for the door.

She paused on the threshold of their hotel room. A thought crossed her mind: would she be more relaxed if she wore the collar today? A day without magic? Just the thought of how peaceful her mind would be without the burden of her magic made her fingertips tingle. Was it risky? What could go wrong at the beach?

She took the collar from the safe and wore it. She practiced activating, deactivating, putting it on and removing it, just to be safe, and all worked fine. As she expected, she put it on herself so she was of course able to remove it.

She smiled at herself in the mirror and left to find a taxi.

As she stepped out onto the beach, she slipped her shoes off and enjoyed the feeling of hot sand on her feet. The warm beach air was filled with the sounds of mild waves crashing on the shore and hundreds of tourists enjoying their relaxing break. She found a spot to lay down her towel and slipped off her jeans and t-shirt.

For hours, she lay and enjoyed the sun on her body, taking breaks to swim in the sea to cool off. The only interruptions to this routine were occasionally to find sustenance in the form of a nice, icy cocktail. The day was pure, uninterrupted bliss - a welcome break from her normal busy life.

The day continued in its relaxing perfection until, with the sun about half way down the sky, she chose to go for another swim. The cool water on the hot day was exactly what she was hoping for, and it was only when she came back from the water that she sensed something wrong. There was some kind of magical activity in her proximity, but with her dampened abilities, she couldn't place what it was.

The first sign that something was happening to her was the sensation of fabric sliding on her sensitive lower half. Her bikini panties felt like they had shrunk on her, tightening on her soft behind.

She looked down to investigate her discomfort, but, alarmingly, she saw that it was not her panties, but herself that was changing. Her ass had grown several inches, showing no sign of stopping, and her underwear was struggling with the new situation. It was doing a worse job of covering her by the second.

Being an especially powerful magician, she'd never experienced falling victim to a rogue magician's whims the way a non-magic could before. There were rules to stop magicians from taking advantage of non-magics, yet of course it didn't stop the adventurous ones trying their luck. It wasn't uncommon, especially with long-range weak enchantments like these. Severe crimes, like overthrowing elections and robbing banks were less common.

Nadia knew better than most as an Enforcer. It was her job to keep magic abusers at bay. In no position to uphold any magic rules wearing the choker, she tried to stay under the radar.

Luckily, she knew that light-weight enchantments like these are easily reversed, and generally only last on the scale of hours to days.

As she fidgeted with her underwear, she scanned the beach to try to find the peevish individual so she could stay out of their way. She saw evidence of other mischief around the beach - a particularly busty girl screamed as she poured her cold cocktail down her front, and found her hands rubbing the ice all over her body.

She looked further across the beach to see a completely nude yoga class, seemingly unaware of their nudity.

One further women seems to have decided to make the most phallic sandcastle Nadia could imagine, and some college-age girls appear to have started spanking each other in turn.

There was no apparent pattern to it, and she couldn't place the source of it without her abilities, so she decided to make her way back to her belongings, so she could find somewhere private to remove the collar. She wanted to remove it here for her safety, but knew that doing it in front of another magician might draw some unwelcome attention to the collar.

Her predicament presented her with a few challenges in the immediate besides the obvious discomfort between her cheeks: firstly, her now extremely sensitive ass was bouncing around with every step in an entirely new way, and secondly, the receding of her bikini bottom was becoming an urgent threat to her modesty. She gently put her hand up to grasp her choker, as if it would come off or provide her with any kind of comfort, but no mercy came.

She had to settle for finding her towel for a bit and taking cover out of the eye-line of whoever is instigating this mischief. As she bounced her way to her towel, the war between her cheeks and bikini bottom came to an abrupt end, leaving her bikini bottom to slip between her huge cheeks, resembling a thong more than the panties she wore. She gasped from the sensitivity as the bottom slid into its place. Her sensitive ass made her acutely aware of every drip of water dripping off her.

She found herself becoming turned on, but it wasn't clear if this was the magic doing this to her, the sensitivity, or her subconscious. She found her towel and knelt down quickly, and almost instantly became aware of a more nefarious aspect of her cursed ass. She realised that her arousal was very much part of the enchantment placed on her - the same effect that gave her a newfound urge to hump the towelled floor beneath her.

"Damn it," she cursed to herself as she took note of how malicious this enchantment was turning out to be. She hoped it wouldn't last too long because she knew that the collar wouldn't let her remove curses that were placed on her while she wore the collar - luckily most curses like this didn't last too long.

She closed her eyes and almost lost herself to the pleasure of grinding into the lumps in the sand under the towel, before she remembered that she was being indecent in public, and most likely at the whim of some mischief maker on this very beach. She surmised that she had to get the choker off as quickly as possible, so she gathered her belongings and started to make her way to the beach changing room, doing her best to restrain herself from humping the air as she did.