Fortunately, they carried on

Fortunately for Nadia, the either didn't notice, or didn't care, as they carried on. When they'd walked far enough for her to be comfortable, she looked over at the group. It looked like a man and a woman, in fairly normal casual clothes, followed distantly by two beautiful women holding hands. "Whatever."

Her magically encouraged arousal was a noticeable ache between her legs, but thankfully not overwhelming, so she was able to focus on surveying the damage.

She rolled over and was immediately taken aback by how much her new ass weighed as well as how it moved. Every movement seemed to cascade through it over a few seconds before it could catch up with her. She had a second to appreciate the handiwork -- at least it looked good, and natural, which couldn't be taken for granted, she supposed. She strained her back slightly more to look at where the first cast had hit her.

She immediately spotted that she now had a thick, dark tattoo that said:

"HI DADDY"

"FUCKERS!" She sat up with a start. "Really?! This is going to take forever to get rid of."

Without her magic, she couldn't tell for sure, but she figured this was a magic tattoo, which can be hugely irritating to remove.

If they were trying to make sure their message was heard, they'd succeeded. She now had an ass that would draw everyone's attention, and an embarrassing, slutty sign printed on it visible from 20 feet away. She thought about staying, but knowing that anyone who walked past would see the message was embarrassing enough that it had ruined her day out.

She decided to put her clothes on and move to a cafe where she could relax. Luckily her pants just about covered her rear, stretched to their limit, but unluckily, just as she let go of them she started to feel a pinching, burning feeling right where the tattoo lay.

"Ow!" She furrowed her brow and lowered her pants again.

She pulled them up and down to test her theory, remembering the final enchantment that pinged off her ass. She understood the sick logic, of course they didn't want her to cover up the message.

Fuming, she slipped them off again and settled for at least putting her long white t-shirt over her top. Frustratingly, while it worked for the most part, the pain where the t-shirt hung over the tattoo was equally unbearable.

This is not what she meant when she told James that she wanted to feel powerless. The most powerful enforcer in her home city, alone on a beach, horny as hell, in a now very revealing red bikini, with a juicy ass with an embarrassing tattoo.

Thankful that the enchantment permitted her white sneakers, Nadia walked across the beach with her head down, humiliated by her jiggling sign as it jostled her new bikini thong across her needy crotch. The quickest route home was by taxi, but that involved walking past all the beach restaurants on the main street, and what she figured was about 1,000 pairs of eyes she'd have on her. Alternatively, there was a closer bus, but she had no idea when the next one would arrive.