“I swear this is the last swim suit, just put it on.” Entessa said to her sister, Mara, who was now struggling to put on a blue swimsuit that was surprisingly far less reviling than all those that came before it. Sure, Entessa could have order the suits in a way that they could be worn in sequence but Entessa was having far too much fun adjusting and tweaking her sister’s form. In a way it was foreplay for Entessa as she could see how the continued use of her size changing magic upon Mara was causing her little sister to become ever more excited. As the pile of suits off camera grew the more adjustments needed to be made. Sometimes it was little things, perhaps a thicker tail was needed or a suit required narrower hips, though most often Mara needed her top adjusted. Even now Entessa could see that she will need to run her magic over Mara once more to get her to fit this blue outfit as her little sister’s chest had gotten too big though it was Entessa own fault for after all.
Ever since Entessa came into her magic when she was young, her little sister made for the perfect subject to practice her magic on. After all Mara was always right there back at home though Entessa supposed she was a bit of a bully back then. True, Entessa made sure to always turn Mara back to normal before our parents found out. Though looking at Mara struggling to squeeze herself blue top, Entessa guesses she never outgrew playing dress up with her little sister. The memories of dragging a young Mara to the mall to test drive various outfits for Entessa. She would be compensated but then again letting the young grey lioness walking around with her elder sister’s rack would probably have been compensation enough.
Entessa could only grin at the memories as she stepped back to the room’s door and invite her guest in so that Entessa could get more hands on for the next sequence and her guest could work the cameras. The white lioness was more than happy to help as she then assisted Entessa out of her robe revealing the red swimsuit hugging the dark lioness’s curves. Giving her guest a lingering kiss, Entessa turned and stepped forward to make her way around the cameras, onto the false beach towards the struggling sister that needed yet another adjustment. Entessa let her paws caress over the squirming lioness, feeling Mara’s pulse throb the eagerness evident as Entessa’s power rolled over her body once more, shifting to pull flesh from the grey lioness’s chest and shift it down to pad Mara’s thighs. Entessa leaned into her sister hearing her moan as the dark lioness practically pinned Mara against a fake palm tree. Entessa could feel her sister’s thigh thicken beneath her hands as her own breasts pressed in against the shrinking mounds. Her dark paw reached up to lift the blue strap up over the neck of her sister letting the grey and white mounds settle beneath the fabric. Distantly Entessa could hear the snap of a camera, “Oh just wait dear, work before play” she said to her camera operator before stepping back to give the white lioness a good view of her recovering little sister.


Mara Masai and Entessa belong to me.
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