Katy drove while Amber sat content in the passenger seat, smiling at the wind from the open window blowing her hair around. Considering how much work Katy’s mouth had done earlier, she was glad the two were comfortable with little chit chat in the quick ride to the pool. Pulling into the parking lot, Amber shouted out the window, “Hey girls!” waving her hand at two of her friends they were meeting. Laura and Jenna had just arrived as well, making their way towards the entrance.
Katy and Amber parked and began to collect up their towels, sunscreen, and small basket of goodies to snack on while they were poolside. Katy noticed a bit of an unfamiliar feeling between her legs when she stepped out of the driver’s seat, remembering that the hair she removed from Amber was still grown on her. “Tsch…” Katy tisked to herself. Giving the bush back would be easy, but she liked having Amber perfectly shaved, and it’s not like giving it back would accomplish anything for the next time. However, keeping it on herself was not an option as Katy noticed some of the hair was finding its way out of her bikini bottoms. “I don’t see why she doesn’t wear skimpier clothes…” Katy murmured to herself about Amber’s body image as she wrapped her towel around her waist instead of slinging it over her shoulder like all the other girls.
The four girls casually strolled up to the pool’s entrance, giggling about how much sun they were going to get and wondering if there were going to be any men to check out. While the daydreaming about lifeguards continued on, Katy’s first idea was to give the unwanted hair to Laura or Jenna, but she realized that it might be a bit too close to herself. “What if they noticed? What if they realized what was happening while it happened?” Katy worried. After all, the transfer wasn’t instantaneous. Katy decided it would have to be off loaded on someone else.
Entering the pool’s main building it immediately split off into two sections, male and female, their respective locker rooms. Katy was getting a bit concerned, it was at this point that she needed a donor or she would have to go the rest of the day hiding her bikini line. Sticking to the back of the group so she could see who was available, Katy kept scanning the others in the locker room. The rows of lockers made this hard as she could barely see over them.
“Ours is over here mommy!” Katy heard from behind her.
Bumph! Katy felt, what she could only assume was the face of a little girl, run right into her towel covered ass from around the corner.
Katy’s back straightened as she quickly turned around and looked at the slightly disoriented little girl. “Hey…! Oh….” The little girl said, rubbing her nose a bit.
It occurred to Katy she could, “No… absolutely not. That’s not an option either…” Katy’s conscience took over, not even entertaining the idea. “That would be ridiculous…” Katy continued to reason to herself.
“Honey, I told you not to run in here. This is why. Now apologize and stop running like I told you.” A woman appeared alongside the little one from around the corner.
“Bingo!” Katy though. The mother was maybe late 30’s, wearing a two-piece swimsuit that covered quite a bit of her body, though she did look quite a bit sun burned along her arms. Katy assured the woman, “It’s ok, just a little bump, nobody’s hurt.” The little girl looked up at Katy, “Sorry.” She said as quickly as possible.
Katy and the woman looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders at the apology, and were about to continue down the way, when Katy put on her best acting skills, “Oh, wow! That’s some serious sunburn!” Reaching out to the woman’s arm to inspect it, the woman held it up, examining it herself saying, “Yeah, I forgot to reapply earlier today, hopefully it won’t peal.” Katy knew it the sunburn was barely anything more than a slight pink hue, not nearly bad enough to peal, but it gave her the opening she needed. Once her hand made contact, Katy immediately jumped into the woman’s museum so she could be back in bikini form.
Approaching the woman’s curator, Katy greeted and began to make her request, “I’d like to bring something in to this museum. I guess like a donation…” Katy was unsure what this would actually be called in this context.
The curator looked down from her spectacles, “And what you like to add to our collection?”.
“Umm… hair. To be specific, pubic hair.” Katy was a bit uncomfortable with the formal conversation about such a bizarre topic.
“According to our records, and yours, you have no such pubic hair to donate.” The Curator claimed.
Katy was taken aback, “Uh… pretty sure I do!” Her eyes became stern, and one of her hands gesturing to her own crotch.
“You missed my emphasis. You have no such trait to donate. What you currently have is on loan from one Amber. You may not sublet a loan.” The Curator explained.
This predicament had not occurred to Katy earlier, “So I can’t give you someone else’s traits… only my own?” Katy clarified for her sake as the Curator nodded confirming her words.
“The trait’s Curator must be in on the transaction.” The woman’s curator added.
Katy stood for a moment, trying to come up with something to get out of her situation. “Well, I guess it isn’t the end of the world, I can just give it back to Amber for right now. Better on her than me.” Katy justified.
Making her way towards the exit, Katy spun around, “Wait! How many Curators can be in on one transaction?” Katy asked.
“As many as are available.” The woman’s curator advised.
Katy smiled and spun back towards the door.
Back in the locker room Katy decided to get a second opinion about the woman’s sunburn. “Hey Amber? Do you think this sunburn needs some aloe vera?” Trying to gently hold the woman in place, Katy hoped Amber would react quickly.
Amber left her gal pals and approached the three near the end of the locker row. “Let’s see…” Amber also gently placed her hand to help support the woman’s forearm.
Katy initiated the transfer, telling the Curator to trade all bikini area hair away from Katy from Amber.
As Amber looked on confusingly at the sunburn due to Katy’s overblown concern, Katy delighted in the sensation of becoming shaved once again. As she focused on the feeling of her vagina slowly becoming less shaggy, she started to feel the fabric of her bikini rub against her skin. Katy would to have loved to watch it occur, but was satisfied with just knowing it happened. She began to sigh with relief that it was almost complete.
“What is everyone looking at?!” The little girl jumped up, grabbing everybody’s arms and hands down to her level.
Katy’s eyes opened wide, saying, “No, don’t!” but it was too late. The four stood tangled, disordered at Katy’s overreaction, they all still clung onto the mother’s arm. “I mean… you know, sunburn can hurt if you touch it.” Said Katy, defending her outburst.
The transfer was complete, so Katy let go of the woman’s hand while Amber did the same. “I don’t think it’s that bad of a burn.” Amber said, “I think it’ll be fine.” She returned back to finish storing her belongings in the locker.
The woman ruffled her brow at the little girl and said, “Well, sorry for running into you. I’m sure the sunburn will be fine like your friend said.” As she shuffled the little girl back onto the main path. Katy was pretty sure she finished the transfer, mentally trying to feel for any stubble or anything like that. She was sure that the woman would probably notice Katy’s donation later on, but that wasn’t really a major concern. Katy, now glad that she could remove the towel from around her waist, approached the rest of her group and began to load up her locker as well.
After storing all their non-pool belongings, the girls made their way out towards the pool. Katy noticed the mother and daughter a couple rows down and as she walked by she noticed the little girl rubbing her hand along her lower stomach, grabbing the one-piece suit around. “Mommy, I’m itchy.”
Katy frowned and continued walking on making the mental note, “Always state in the transfer who the traits are going to.”
“A couple years early… doesn’t hurt much, right?” Katy tried to defend her mistake.
The group set up alongside the pool in those long laid back chairs and began to apply sun tan oil to themselves, hoping to attract some attention. Unlike the others, Katy wasn’t looking for attention, she was looking for what was drawing the most attention. The local pool wasn’t exactly the Playboy Mansion’s Cove, but the teenage boys all knew that you could occasionally find someone to gawk at that would fuel their fire for a couple of days. Just like all those boys, Katy was hoping for one of those girls to show up today.
After 15 minutes of scouting, Katy’s hopes were getting dashed. “Maybe I’m going about this the wrong way…” Katy thought. “I’m not looking for the total package, I need to just look for little things that I want. Like what makes that girl stand out?” Katy eyed an average looking Latin American girl making he leave at the other end of the pool. “She’s like me, maybe a 5 or 6 out of 10. So what does she have that I don’t?” Katy tried hard to find something, but she just couldn’t pick out anything specific. Her new abilities were like winning a brand new car, but only the ones they had on the lot. Her mind was filled with having the best of everything, but not willing to settle on anything less than the finest.
“What’s she so good at?” Katy wondered.
Katy rolled her eyes at her ignorance once again saying, “I’ll just ask her.”
“MONICA” read the library, Katy made her way in and up to the counter. “Hi! I’ve got a quick question for you.” Katy asked.
The Librarian looked up, “Hello! What can I help you with today?”
“What does Monica consider her greatest trait? Like what’s she most proud of about herself.” Katy probed.
The librarian welcomed the question, “Monica is proudest of her history and how she has made it this far in life considering her childhood.”
Katy’s bubble had once again been busted as her plan did not turn out as she originally thought. “Ok, let’s say physical trait. What’s she like most about her body?” Katy reworded her question more carefully.
The Librarian replied, “It’d have to be her olive skin and her hip’s flexibility. It allows her to really dance with a wide array of motions, she is her dance instructor’s favorite student. Although he is a bit ‘handsy‘ at times.” The librarian placed her own hands on her hips and wiggled side to side.
Katy pondered that for a bit, “Hmm. OK. Thanks.” And turned around to leave.
“This is going to be harder than I thought.” Katy said aloud.
“What?” Amber said next to her. “Oh, sorry, I was just talking to myself.” Katy turned towards Amber, putting her sunglasses on her head. Over Amber’s shoulder Katy spotted a woman setting up her own chairs a few tables over, just beyond the lifeguard’s tower.
The woman, probably late twenties, was adjusting her towel across her chair showing off her rather luscious ass towards Katy. Even through the other pool goers and through the tower, Katy could tell this was what she was waiting for. Pulling her sunglasses over her eyes she returned back to sitting in her chair, staring at the woman as she stood upright, adjusting her bikini in the process. The woman slid her fingers under her bikini straps along her shoulders and wiggled the support of her top in her hands as she spun towards the pool. Katy’s interest in the woman now shifted to her massive chest. As her breasts wobbled in the white bikini, finally setting comfortably on their current owner, Katy began to stare even more intently.
Glancing down at her own chest, Katy’s decision was made even easier. From her point of view, she could see that her top barely filled out her current top, in fact given that she was lying down she could see down her top and spy just a bit of her areola due to the lack of any actual size. Looking over at the other 3 girls with her, they all had at least some size to be proud of, Amber of course being the largest at a perfect handful sized. Well, now that Katy was comparing, Lauren down at the end was perhaps the same as Katy.
“I’m going to go get some more ice.” Katy announced to the group. The others, busy sun tanning, waved their hands at her leave.
As Katy made her approach, her heart began to race as she confronted the uncertainty of the moment.
How long would the transfer take?
What if the woman noticed?
How was she even going to hold on for that long?
The large breasted woman had taken to lying face down, her face turned away from Katy’s approach. Her mouth getting a bit dry, Katy took a quick drink of her ice water when an idea struck her.
Walking right up to the side of the woman’s chair, Katy pretended to trip on her own sandals and spilled her ice water right on the woman’s back. The woman yelled, “Cooolllddd!”, drawing some attention from nearby people. Katy began to apologize profusely, “Oh no! I’m so sorry, very sorry. Please let me dry you off! Sorry, so sorry!” Katy grabbed the towel next to her and began to pat her down as the woman spun in the chair trying to get the cold water to run off her.
Up close, Katy got a better look at the woman’s body. While her curves were amazing compared with Katy, they really weren’t as stellar as she thought from a distance. However, as the woman slipped over to face Katy, the woman’s tits nearly fell out of her top as she moved recklessly to face the clumsy girl. The top was quite strained, even spilling out of the sides an inch or so.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The woman demanded, wiping a few of the trails of water from her stomach and sides. Katy stammered as she ogled the swaying breasts in front of her. As the woman dried the water off she moved her arms across her stomach, tapping and bumping her breasts, causing a gentle jiggle throughout.
“I’m-m, I’m sorry, I just tripped on my feet. Please, let me help.” Katy continued to try to press her hands at the woman.
“Just stop, you’ve done enough.” The woman held out her hands, giving Katy quite the glare.
Katy thought to herself, “Alright, plan A didn’t work. Time for plan B… what’s plan B?”
“Now I have to put more tanning oil on that you wiped off, you klutz.” The woman began to reach into her bag at her feet.
Knowing the woman wouldn’t allow it, Katy decided to see if her Librarian would see things a bit differently.
Popping into her library was really simple at this range, and at this point was almost second nature to Katy. Walking through the doors, Katy noted the name “FAUNA” above the entrance. “Bizarre name…” Katy mumbled.
Walking up to the Librarian Katy immediately noticed that this librarian looked strikingly different than the woman on the outside. This Librarian definitely looked much more dolled up compared to all the others. “What can I do for you today?” she asked.
Katy explained her situation to the librarian about wanting to make up for her accident, but she couldn’t think of the best way.
“Why don’t you help put the tanning oil on?” The Librarian suggested. Katy grinned, “That’s a fantastic idea! I’m so glad you thought of it.”
Katy was glad this Librarian seemed a bit slower on the uptake than most and made her way out.
“Hey, since you’re the one who spilled the water, why don’t you make it up to me by putting some oil on my back where you ruined it earlier?” Fauna now suggested.
“That seems fair.” Katy agreed.
Fauna rolled back onto her chair, face down with her arms crossed supporting her head. She closed her eyes and saying, “And don’t mess things up, I need it to be even across my whole back. Don’t rush.”
Katy dripped some of the oil onto her hands, rubbing them together to try to spread it evenly. “Yes, ma’am.” She said.
Fauna continued to instruct Katy, “Also, while you’re back there, be gentle, my lower back has been hurting me recently.”
Katy smiled, “I can help with that…”
Placing Katy’s hands on Fauna’s bare back she began to rub the oil across her lower back first. Immediately Katy entered Fauna’s museum to begin the heist.
Katy decided she was going to take this rather gifted woman’s breast size for her own. Going through the process, Katy made sure this time to indicate the transfer would be only between herself and Fauna. She was pretty sure the measurements were off though as the docket only listed about a large C cup’s worth of breast size for the transfer when clearly this woman had large D’s, if not E’s, but Katy was unsure whose measurements showed up on the tags, reality’s or Fauna’s.
After double checking it all, she bid farewell to Fauna’s curator and left back to the pool.
The sun shining down on both, Katy continued to rub the oil into Fauna’s skin. At first, Katy was nervous as nothing began immediately. Her impatience worried her over nothing, as she started to feel it in her hands first. It wasn’t just the oil as the new feeling continued up Katy’s arms, slowly making its way to her own chest. It was a pleasant experience, almost relaxing, but far too exciting and pleasurable to lull Katy.
Katy wanted to close her eyes to really take in the sensations, but was too eager to watch her own chest expand. She continued to work Fauna’s spine and sides, making sure to rub her all over while never losing contact. Katy watched as her own bikini began to fill out, now no longer lose enough for her to see down on her own, she was growing! Little by little, moment by moment, she could see her breasts filling out. The sensations now a steady flow, travelling from Fauna, into Katy’s oiled hands, up her arms and right into her own bikini. Her small B cups, now approaching large B cups, Katy’s body began to heat up as she watched the sides of Fauna’s breast mass spilling out from her sides slowly recede under her and pour into Katy.
Fighting the temptation to really dig her hands into Fauna to attempt to make the process faster, Katy wanted more. She wanted it faster. She wanted larger - all of Fauna’s breasts for her own.
As Katy was reveling in her ecstasy, Fauna squirmed a bit under Katy’s massage. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, but she didn’t feel like it was making her feel good. In fact, quite the opposite. Unsure of what was unsettling about this, Fauna told Katy, “Here, let me undo the string and you can really apply it all across my back.” Katy was forced to take her hands off of Fauna’s body as she untied her own knot.
As she twisted a bit Katy definitely noticed a difference in Fauna’s size. While she still had a lot left for Katy to drain, they were no longer straining her top. There was no spillage on any side that drew Katy to Fauna in the first place. Katy guessed her and Fauna were probably the same size at this point, meeting in the middle. Staring down at her own chest and guessed she was now about the size of Amber - modest C cups. Fauna held onto top, pressing her shrunken breasts under her bikini, she lied back down on her arms, allowing the bikini straps to fall loose besides her. She felt like her position was much better, it was easier to breathe now. “Hmm. My top must have been too tight.” Thought Fauna, trying to reason out her earlier discomfort. She closed her eyes and expected to be relaxed from here on out.
Katy applied more oil to her hands, now ready to move onto the upper back and shoulder area, now unobstructed by any string and straps. As she brought her hands together Katy noticed her arms could push her breasts together to form cleavage. Smiling at this, she pressed her elbows together to shimmy a bit while she finished rubbing her hands up with oil. Taking a deep breath, Katy prepared to transfer more from Fauna. The slow energy once again made its way through Katy, she loosened her shoulders up to prepare them for the extra weight. This time the sensations caught her off guard, as she was already getting hot from the last growth spurt, she let out a small, “Ahh…” under her breath as she squirmed a bit.
Katy’s bikini top was beginning to strain as it began to fill to its max. Her breasts now pushed the top completely from her chest, no longer reaching underneath her breasts for support. Her chest grew out from the boundaries of her bikini, spilling out on all sides, especially the bottom. The top was only meant to hold Katy’s previous small size, it really didn’t have any side support or coverage, so her growing breasts pushed the whole top out dramatically. The pressure slowly eased Katy out of her mind fog as the strain increased with each moment.
Torn between wanted more and the tension now cutting into her back and sides, she looked down at her now impressive tits. She was now looking down two mountainous breasts being smashed in by her way too small bikini. Her nipples were basically the only thing being hidden as her new breasts were being pushed out all sides of the fabric. Katy guessed she was at least a large D cup at this point, and while the growth was slowing, it was still continuing.
While Katy felt like she could have a small orgasm on the spot if anyone touched her, her concern for her top breaking was becoming a major problem. “I’m in public! Where am I going to go? What if my top breaks?!” Katy worried to herself, but her hands still remained on the woman, feeding her desire to get larger.
Forcing herself to let go, Katy felt her bikini string in the back loosening at her movement. “Just in time!” Katy thought, wondering how much was left on Fauna.
“I think I got it all!” Katy said, grabbing her towel and frantically wrapping it around her torso to hide her stolen chest. Standing up threw Katy a bit off balance, as she was much more front loaded than before, not to mention the towel sat much further out.
While Fauna felt drained through the massage, she couldn’t deny that she felt much looser and flexible than before.
As Katy finished adjusting herself, she began to make her leave behind the chair. Fauna twisted in her chair to roll over, making sure to grab her top as she did so. “Oh! Umm. No hard feelings right?” Fauna asked, extending a hand out to Katy.
Katy stared at Fauna behind her sunglasses. She expected to see a flat chest, nearly like a young boy, but instead there was still size. Expect, under her now super-sized bikini top, Fauna had two very round, very fake looking breasts. The breasts had no natural shape to them and looked hard, like a mound of silicone.
It all began to piece together for Katy at the mismatch of sizes. Implants probably couldn’t be transferred, not that she wanted them anyway.
Fauna’s hand still outstretched, Katy reached out as well and said, “I certainly hope not.”
At the touch, Katy felt the siphon start up again, and this time she could see what little natural breast Fauna had left quickly get sapped out of her. Fauna’s white top dropping a few centimeters as the transfer completed. This was the final straw for Katy’s own bikini. Katy felt her own top give way under the towel. The surprise little burst in size caused Katy to let go of Fauna’s hand and grab her towel to make sure it didn’t fall.
Smiling and walking away in a hurry, Katy returned to her own chair. The other girls still sat, oblivious to the event that had just occurred to at the other end of the pool. Completely unaware that Katy now had more breast mass than the three of them, perhaps even combined.
Unsure of how to explain the situation, Katy approached them saying, “Hey, I’ve got to go. Something’s come up. Lauren can you take Amber home for me, please?” Trying to keep her back to the girls the whole time, they all tried to question her if everything was alright. “Yeah, I just need to go, no worries. Everything is fine… great actually. Things are better.” Katy rushed off without making any eye contact and trying to hide her new assets.
Super excited to get home to examine her new breasts, she made her way back into the locker room. “I bet these even rival my mother’s! Or maybe even Trisha’s!” Katy mused. “I was here for some sun, and ended up getting a larger bust!”
Running through corners of the locker room quickly as the little girl had done before, she bumped into the girl from earlier she spotted across the pool.
“Monica, right?” Katy said slyly, catching the girl off guard. “Can I just say you have an amazing tan.”
Monica stood, somewhat confused by the towel wearing girl in front of her now reaching out to trace her arm with a finger.
“Thanks. I spend a lot of time at the pool. This week I spent probably 10 hours here…” Monica shook her head, “No, I guess this week it was only 8 or so hours… no that’s too much.” Monica continued to try to add up how much time she spent outdoors working on her tan but every time she did it felt like she was losing that time.
Meanwhile, Katy was tanning herself like some sort of tan leech. Her paler complexion now becoming more of a sun kissed olive color like Monica had had before. Monica herself transitioning, lightening up a few shades, looking more like she did during the winter than in the middle of spring.
“I.. uhm. I guess I’ve only spent a couple hours out this season. Normally I’m so good about it, I guess I fell behind this year. I need to work on my tan so I can look a bit more like you.” Monica told Katy, who finally stopped the transfer, leaving Monica about where Katy felt she herself would have been at the end of the week.
“Thanks – I worked really hard on it!” Katy said. As Katy shuffled between the library and the museum to make the transfer work she felt Monica had one more gift to offer. “Oh, you’ve got an out of place hair on your neck.” Katy pretended to brush back a little group of hair along Monica’s neckline.
With each little brush, Katy stole a little bit more of what Monica was so proud of about herself. The two said their goodbyes as Monica made her way back out to the pool, deciding she need to stay long to work on her tan. But, as she walked out she felt stiffer than normal, kind of like she was sore.
While Katy drove home she was super glad she wore an oversized shirt as it hid her overdeveloped breasts from view while walking to her car, despite the fun jiggles she had walking in the lot. Racing home, Katy couldn’t help but feel herself up at the red lights, grabbing onto whole handfuls of her new breasts under the shirt, mashing them in-between her fingers. They were surprisingly soft, but still heavier on her back than she initially thought. At longer lights her other hand may have even found its way down her bikini bottoms, feeling her smooth mound that was clearly covered in her own juices.
Between her being turned on and the cold A/C blowing, her nipples protruded outside the cotton, which only revved her even more. Finally making it home, she pulled up out front and ran inside up to her room, leaving her shirt, and small bikini top scattered along her path. Rushing up to her own mirror she began to admire herself, ready to finally relieve her desires that had been building all afternoon.
Katy’s mother, Rebecca, stuck her head outside the down stairs closet making sure that Katy had missed her when she ran by. Rebecca opened the door, stepping out in the nude. Rebecca had been masturbating downstairs to some porn on the TV when Katy suddenly returned home, forcing her to frantically hide in the closet. Rebecca snuck out into the living room and tried to listen for any footsteps of Katy coming back downstairs. Noticing the shirt and discarded bikini top on the floor, Rebecca picked them up, holding them in her hand.
The warmth from Katy was still on them. Rebecca threw the shirt on the couch, and held up Katy’s bikini top. Clutching it closer her own chest, she began to fall into the intoxicating feeling of the bikini. Her arousal sky rocketed at her behavior. Rebecca was still unsure why the thought of her own daughter was so exotic, especially these thoughts of comparing her own dominant chest to her daughters, but as long as she kept it in her own mind, Katy never needed to know.
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You don't see trait stealing like the concept of "flexibility" too often. I like it.
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