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Finch let out a long sigh as he laid on the beach under the cool shade of an umbrella. Nothing seemed to be doing it for him anymore; his job felt pointless and mundane, his hobbies weren’t as fulfilling as they once were, and even this vacation was already beginning to feel stagnant and stale. Of course it hadn’t helped his mood that a trio of rowdy and rambunctious college aged girls had set up their stuff right next to him, ruining what was a nice and quiet day. “What are they even doing?” A couple dozen feet away from Finch two of the college girls were in the process of setting up an awning over the towels, bags, and cooler, while the other one took pictures on her phone.
“Stacey!” The goth friend of the trio shouted at the brunette. “Put the phone away and help us get the awning up. For christ's sake girl!”
Finch shook his head as he side eyed the young woman. “If I were a girl you’d never see me act like that.” Immediately after Finch made his comment his body began to morph as if some force of karmic justice had heard him. His rough skin became smooth as he shrank a few inches in height. His waist concaved inwards as his hips flared ever so slightly outwards. His nipples pushed up on small mounds giving them a puffy appearance as breast buds formed behind them. Beneath his swim trunks his manhood slurped back inside his crotch as two soft mounds replaced it, forming her labia. Of course a pair of black swim trunks wasn’t befitting of a woman like Finch so it shrunk in size, tearing the excess fabric free which slithered its way up her and wrapped itself around her bosom, forming a bikini top which hugged her small AA-cup breasts.
“Amy! Dawn! Smile for the camera!” The brunette’s shrill voice rang out across the beach followed by the digital shutter sound her phone made.
“Ugh! Don’t they know some of us come here to relax?” Finch let out an exasperated sigh as she turned her attention towards the college aged girls once again. It seemed like they each settled on their own activities with the brunette’s being by far the most disruptive. With her friends ignoring her she moved on to taking some beach day selfies of herself as she untied her hair from the bun she had it up in and began snapping pictures of herself while striking poses. Unlike Finch’s short and frizzy hair the young woman's hair was lush, lustrous, and flowing. Finch couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy as she mumbled to herself, “That’s what she does with her hair? Toss it up into a messy bun when it’s inconvenient and let it down for some amateur photoshoot? She could stylize such gorgeous hair however she likes and that’s how she treats it!” Finch shook her head in judging disappointment, unaware of the changes her words manifested on herself. Her jet black hair cascaded down the back of her neck and over her shoulders, stopping just below her shoulder blades. It became thick and voluminous, replacing her sparse and thin hair. And why wouldn’t her hair be just as gorgeous as the young ladies? With the amount of money she spent on hair products and time she put into keeping it bouncy and lively she’d better have near perfect hair.
But what was the point of having perfect hair if she didn’t have a womanly body even by her mid to late twenties? Her eyes couldn't help but wander over to the blonde girl who had moved her towel out into the sun to get a nice sun tan. She was laying on her stomach, arms folded underneath her head as she enjoyed the warmth the sun offered. But that’s not what had drawn Finch’s attention to the young woman, no, from behind her sunglasses Finch’s eyes lingered on the young woman’s butt as it jutted both upwards and outwards from her frame. It was like a small hill atop the sandy beach, the sun reflecting off of it like a beacon to its glory. “Hmph!” She scoffed at the blonde girl's attempt to draw attention to herself but Finch felt something other than judgment. “That swimsuit does look good on her though. I could never pull that off.” Unbeknownst to Finch that same mysterious force manifested her words as her rear, hips, and thighs began to expand in size. Her ass grew from flat to tight bubble butt, her hips flared out further giving her a pear shaped physique which caused her bikini bottoms to wedge themselves between her cheeks and accentuate her new butt cheeks. Her thighs too grew alongside the rest of her bottom, becoming thick yet toned and befitting of a mature woman such as herself. I mean, of course Finch knew she had a nice ass and it wasn’t just fat! Beneath her layer of squish was a nice layer of muscles, both in her glutes and legs due to her near religious exercise regime which consisted of doing squats at least three times a week.
But no amount of exercising could fix her biggest insecurity. She lifted her hands up to her flat chest as her eyes wandered over to the last young woman. The pale goth girl with purple dyed hair sat in the shade of their awning reading a book and periodically looking up to check on her friends. On her chest were two large, eye-grabbing boobs which sagged against her blue bikini tube top. “Those puppies must be bigger than double D’s…” Finch muttered to herself as she stared at the young woman's chest, her sunglasses the only thing keeping her shameless peering a secret. If she had tits only half that size she’d be flaunting them in the skimpiest bikini top she could find that kept her modesty! She couldn’t help but feel envy grow inside her as she gawked at the college girl's well endowed bosom. But envy wasn’t the only thing swelling in her chest as flesh began to accumulate behind her nipples as her envy once again manifested on her body. Her jugs grew in her hands, stretching her bikini top alongside them as the excess flesh spilled between her fingers which she still held cupped over her chest. Her once mosquito bite sized tits amassed more soft mammary fat until it surpassed both the goth girl’s assets as well as Finch’s own head as every ounce of envious jealousy went into her tits. “She wishes she could be as endowed as me!” Finch let out a soft chuckle which caused her H-cup breasts to jiggle atop her chest. Her once modest bikini now barely had enough fabric to keep her areolas from slipping free as the tops straps dug gently into her wobbling chest fat.
Finch shook her head as she cleared her mind. Why was she spying on these young women anyways? A couple of annoying college girls making pathetic attempts for attention was simply below not worth her time! Plus, it’s not like they were harming anyone. Finch laid back down on her towel, the warm sand beneath her with the cool shade and soft breeze felt nice against her exposed skin. An hour passed, the brunette had long been talking the goth girl's ear off while she tried to just read her book and the blonde girl had just finished up tanning both of her sides. She recommended to her friends that they cool off in the water which elated the brunette who grabbed a beach ball and ran for the water not waiting for the goth girl's response.
“I guess I can join you.” The goth girl put her book down, grabbed some sunscreen from her purse, and lathered herself with it before following her friends closer to the shoreline.
Finch, from under the shade of her umbrella, watched the three women enjoy their time at the beach. They tossed the beach ball between one another and playfully splashed each other. And despite their loud hooting and hollering Finch couldn’t help but reminisce of when she was younger and would act like an idiot in public with her friends.
“Oh my god! Stacey! Grab it!”
The sudden shrill scream from one of the girls startled Finch from her day dream. The goth one had all but her head ducked underneath the water, one arm was covering her chest while with the other she pointed out into water. While they had been messing about in the water her bikini top must’ve slipped off and was now drifting off towards a group of young men who managed to snag it while walking by before one of her friends could reach it. She watched as they dangled it over the girls, laughing amongst themselves as the brunette and blonde argued with them to give it back.
“Some young men. Of course they’d fall for such low hanging fruit.” Finch shook her head before sliding a hairband from her wrist to put her hair up into a ponytail before making her way towards the commotion. She swayed her hips as she sauntered her way down the beach, each step a bit of sand kicked up with her sandals and her burdensome bosom bounced on her chest. “Excuse me boys,” she raised her voice, grabbing the attention of the group of young adults, “don’t you have anything better to do?”
“We were just messing around!” A thin, spindly man blurted out from behind his friends which elicited the ire of the young man who was currently in possession of the bikini top who held his hand up to his friend.
“We were just seeing if they were looking for a little fun while on their vacation so… what’s it to you lady?”
“Oh really?” Finch let a soft smirk through as she crossed her arms underneath her breasts and leaned her hip out to the side. “Well I was looking to get away from all this ruckus and grab a drink up at the beach bar.” She lowered her head and peered over the silver frames of her sunglasses. “What do you and your friends do? I’m guessing football?”
The beefcake of a college dude couldn’t help but let out an almost dopey smile as he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at his third friend. “Close! Me and Trev are a part of our college's basketball team and Gary there does Track.”
“Well you boys surely look the part.” Finch paused, “Why don’t you boys join me for a drink and if you behave yourself I’ll let you see my hotel room.”
The boy she had been talking to let his eyes wander down her body before responding. “Well sure thing miss. He unceremoniously tossed the goth girls bikini top behind him and waved for Trev and Gary to follow him. “We gotta buy a few beers and dinner I suppose?”
Finch covered her mouth and chuckled, causing her bosom to slightly bounce on her chest. “And if you don’t mind carrying my stuff.”
“Well sure thing!” The three boys jogged over to Finch’s area and began taking down the umbrella and grabbing her bags.
“That’s how you do it girls.” Finch turned away from the girls, running a hand through her hair and flicking it back at the confused college ladies as she walked away. “Thank you so much boys for grabbing my things! The bar’s just a little ways down the beach.”