The sound of the waves was designed to calm and allow the listener to relax, that is until Mara could here the sound track loop and begin again. She supposed it wasn’t too bad of a likeness as she looked out at the randomly generated waves. The sand of the beach she was sitting on did at least consist of sand though it could easily be just as fake as even rocks can be grounded down to a fine powder. Indeed, Mara really couldn’t trust the validity of anything in the thirty-foot room especially when she looked over her shoulder back “inland” to see a number of cameras staged as her sister, Entessa, busied herself among the electronics.
Mara sighed “While I am happy that you seem to be branching out into new hobbies, but why am I always your first test subject?” Entessa flicked a dismissive hand towards her as she made adjustments on the console next to her. Mara just rolled her eyes and laid back down on the towel and watched the waves roll in and tried so see if she could spot the seam of the computer-generated illusion or at least find the back corner of the room. The sound of her sister pulled at her ears and soon Mara’s eyes drifted back inland towards the top-heavy lioness. The comparatively darker lioness seemed to barely fit in her robe though Mara knew the shape shifting mage could assume a less voluptuous form but she could only guess her sister shared her love for the excessive. “Business must be good to have this room added to your bunker. You still shapeshifting criminals and the rich well-to-do for profit?”
Mara grinned seeing her sister’s hackles rise a little at the moral jab though Entessa shot back with an equally sharp barb. ”You don’t complain when your big sister comes to your rescue to remove all that baby fat and stretch marks so that you can get back up on stage.” Mara rolled over and pouted looking up at the fake blue sky. It was true, Entessa would swoop in and take off not only the poundage and extra curves but she was pretty sure she would wind the clock back keeping her appearing youthful and desirable. While Mara had no proof of this, she did know that Entessa did have a thing for her little sister and it wasn’t like Mara could judge her age by comparing herself to older sister who could change her own appearance with a bit of will.
Mara was shaken out of her thoughts as purple fabric landed on her face, “Now put that one so that we can get started.” Standing up on the white striped peach towel she put the rather skimpy bottoms though it was nothing compared to what she might wear on stage. The top didn’t quiet fit right as it seem to be a tad larger than her moderate chest could fill as the fabric seemed to sag on her front. She pondered if this is the look Entessa was going for as Mara displayed herself though now and then a nipple would slip into view as the fabric slid left and right as she approached the “director” for this photo shoot. With a frown Entessa leaned forward deliberately showing off the abundance of cleavage that apparently Mara was currently lacking in her ill-fitting suit. Mara was sure this wasn’t an over-site and was simply an excuse for both her sister to show off who was the bigger lioness and to “force” her to work her flesh crafting magic. Being this close she could see the hints of a swimsuit beneath her sister’s robes so at least there was a chance she won’t be the only one out on the sand. Entessa reached out for Mara and soon Mara could feel the all too familiar fingers trace over her flesh as her sister power worked her over as if she were clay. The dark lioness’s magic pushed in and adjusting her measurements as she could feel her hips push outward a little as well as her rump gaining enough padding to almost cause the strap of her bottoms to dig in slightly. Though before the fabric could break, the focus shifted northward towards her chest as though dark paws moved to palm the grey lioness’s breasts. Mara watched as her sister kneaded her breasts as they started to swell and fill the top out stretching that fabric more and more. “I.. I think that’s enough Sis, anymore and the suit wont fit” Mara said hesitantly as the sensation of growth was always pleasure inducing. Entessa begrudgingly released Mara’s chest, “now then, go back out there and let’s begin.” Mara walked back to the towel feeling her chest jiggle despite the rather firm grip her top now had on her though she could tell she was just a deep breath away from being topless. She shifted and settled down on the towel flicking sand off its absorbent surface. Mara could see her sister slide behind the cameras as the sound of shutters joined the chorus of waves.

Mara Masai belongs to me
Art by Cansy over on ych.commissions

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