Minx smiled innocently and told us.
"Well, I enchanted her bikini."
Martine looked over at the girl, who was throwing the frisbee in the distance. (Well, I *think* she did, from the way she shifted--I couldn't see her face on account that her massive boobs still protruded generously from her chest.) I thought that an enchanted bikini sounded like a lovely idea.
"The top is caressing her nipples," Minx continued. "And you can guess what the bottom is rubbing."
I could guess all right...
Back with her friends, the girl--let's call her Louise--felt the fabric of her top caress her nipples, which didn't take long to harden. She repressed a small gasp.
"Damn it!" she thought. "I think this bikini's too tight. My nipples are driving me nuts!"
She couldn't know there was magic at work, so her mind rationalized what was going on. It wasn't long before she noticed the way her bikini bottom wedged itself inside her crotch and caressed her intimately. She squirmed and let out a small moan, but then saw the frisbee flying in her direction and tried to focus. She was a bit off-balance and looked ahead in alarm.
"Gotta be careful how I move," she thought, "or I'm gonna show my stuff to everyone!"
The thought came too late, however, and as she reached for the flying disc, she tripped over herself and dropped to the ground on all four. None of that mattered to her bikini, however, which continued its insistent (and most erotic) caresses over the sensitive parts of her body. She just stayed there for long moments, trembling, fighting the rising pleasure that sent jolts in her tummy.
"It's rubbing me so good," she thought. "Mmmm..."
One of her friends, Blake, came to her rescue and helped her up.
"You okay?" he asked.
Doing her best to keep her composure, she forced an uncomfortable smile.
"I'm... fine, thanks," was the best she could manage.
A slim, long-haired girl raced toward me, shouting some kind of apology. (I thought for a moment there were two of her, but I think it was just my vision that was blurred.) She was dressed in a skimpy bikini and wore some kind of translucent skirt at the waist. Wasting no time, she picked the frisbee from my hand and bounded away, waving at me with a smile.
Since Minx can feel a lot of what I feel, she was experiencing the pain in the back of my head and was none too pleased about that. She flew in the direction the girl went off, her hands balled into tiny fists.
"I'll make you sorry!" she threatened, disappearing over a nearby hill.
I rested my head against Martine's lap, looking up at her. I was looking for her eyes, but all that was looming over me was a pair of enormous boobs.
"Are you okay?" I heard her voice echo through the mountains of boobs that separated us. (Well no, her voice didn't REALLY echo, but I just wanted to use a metaphor to compare her boobs to mountains, because they were just so big!)
"I might have a concussion," I said with a moan.
"You do NOT have a concussion," came her response.
"I'm just gonna lie down here for a moment, 'kay?" If you'd been lying down against her thighs, staring up at that massive chest, you'd have found an excuse to stay there too. Don't deny it!
Short moments after that, Minx joined us again.
"Where did you go off to?" Martine asked.
"Just a little retribution."
"Little?" Martine sounded skeptical.
"I promise!" Minx swore. "I can't do big spells anyway."
That was the truth. Unlike Attitude, Minx wasn't able to do powerful spells. She could still mess around with some people--especially women--so long as she knew what parts to focus on.
"So," Martine asked, "what did you do?"
Minx smiled innocently and told us...