
Mel walked over to the gaggle of college students waiting by
the boathouse with a confident swing in her step. "Where should
I put the stuff that's supposed to go to school?" She asked.

One of the boys lounging in the shade of the trailer full of
kayaks got up. "You can put it there," he said gesturing to
a jumble of trunks and bags. "Is that all you have?" He asked.

Mel shrugged, "I pack light." She said, laughing internally
at the thought of all the stuff she was carrying between
her breasts.

The boy walked her over to the pile of stuff saying, "I'm Mike
by the way. I'm one of your student leaders. The other is Alyssa,
who is driving in from the airport with our two international
kids. She's great. You'll meet her soon."

Mel put down her suitcase and aimed a thousand watt smile at Mike.
"I'm Melinda, but everyone calls me Mel."

Mike felt lost in Mel's bright smile, but it didn't prevent him from
noticing her huge breasts. It had been obvious that Mel was stacked
immediately, but he did not realize just how stacked she was until
she put down the suitcase which had been obscuring his view. *Jesus
she's hot* he thought to himself before reminding himself how
off limits the freshmen were, at least for the duration of the
pre-orientation trip. It didn't stop him from sneaking several
more glances at the way her swollen breasts filled out her
tank top on the way back to the group.

"Hi everyone, I'm Mel!" She said looking at the group of
kids sitting in the shade.

"Yo, what's up? I'm Rex!" Said a dread-locked boy to Mel's
left.

"And I'm Nancy." Said the blond girl next to Rex. The dark
skinned girl to her right was apparently named Caroline.
She waved lazily at Mel and gave her an easy smile.

"Cool, so are you guys excited to get out on the water or
what?" Asked Mel.

"I'm so ready, dude." Said Rex. "I've done a bit of sailing,
but I've never done a kayaking trip before. I'm super stoked."
He said with a grin.

Mel found herself grinning back, "I grew up around here, so
I've done a bunch of island hopping. You're gonna love it.
The Maine coast is the most beautiful place in the world."
The fact that Rex seemed to be having trouble keeping his
eyes off her breasts sent a thrill though Mel.

"I don't know man, have you seen New Zealand?" Rex said.
Then a second later, "Nah, I'm just playin."

Nancy felt a pang of resentment at the way Rex abruptly
switched the focus of his attention, but looking at Mel it
was easy to see why he had. The voluptuous red head oozed
sex appeal in her tight gray tank top and her tiny white
short-shorts. Her piercing blue eyes and luscious lips
would have had an effect on anyone even if the rest of her
weren't so irritatingly sexy.

Mel kept the group entertained with stories of floating
around in the choppy water, moving from island to island.
Rex and Mike hung on her every word, and Nancy listened
with no small amount of jealousy at the easy confidence
with which Mel spoke of the rocky shores. Caroline seemed
to be the only one not effected by Mel's appearance. It
was subtle, but Mel thought she caught a glint of amusement
in the easy going girl's eyes from time to time.

A green sedan rolled up to the boathouse and a brown haired girl stepped
out of the drivers seat, gesturing over towards the group of kids.
Mike went over to greet the new arrivals. Mel watched two boys
step out of the car after the driver and go to the trunk
to retrieve their bags. The first was a short muscular Asian boy
who moved with a focused intensity, but it was the second who
drew Mel's eye. He stood several inches over six feet and
had hair so black it seemed to drink in the light, yet it was
the liquid grace with which he moved that riveted Mel's gaze to
his body. She was sure he was some sort of dancer.

His name, it turned out, was Anton. He had stepped off a plane
from Moscow a few hours before and told the group that it was
his first time in America. Up close he possessed a delicate beauty
that gave him an almost feminine air, but the corded muscle that
moved just below the surface of his skin when he shifted the
weight of his bag softened the impression. His fingers
were long, in fact they were too long, and Mel had to look twice
to make sure that they had the correct number of joints. She
found herself both intrigued and disturbed by Anton. The part of
her that was a teenage human girl wanted very much to learn more
about him, but the part of her that was a newly minted leprechaun
in an unfamiliar world of magic urged caution.

Mel realized that she had been staring, and that Anton was staring
back at her. In a moment of fleeting eye contact before she broke
away she saw an animal hunger in him. Despite herself, her nipples
stiffened against the fabric the swim suit she was wearing under
her tank, making dents through the two layers of fabric.

Under the direction of the two student leaders, the freshmen hauled
7 boats down from the trailer they had been using for shade and began
lining the hulls with dry bags. Each of them were asked to take a
large white bag of group gear or food in addition to their personal
gear. Even though they would be out for a week, Mel thought that they
had quite a bit more food than they really needed, though she did not
want to say anything for fear of appearing to be a know it all.
At first, Mel was a little worried that the ease with which she was
able to swing the boats around would seem out of place, but her recent
growth spurt had left her with toned muscles and apparently her strength
was unsurprising.

As they prepared to cast off everyone started peeling off layers to
get into bathing suits. If the wind and waves were colder they would
be wearing skin tight insulating synthetics but at the end of the summer
the water was at its warmest, so bathing suits and t-shirts would suffice
for days of paddling ahead of them.

Mel slid her tight white shorts down her toned legs without bending at
the knee, revealing a set of tiny gold bikini bottoms. A thin strap
rode up her wide hips only to be pulled down by the strip of shiny
gold fabric which did its best to cover her, but disappeared between
the cheeks of her powerful ass. Straitening out, she pulled her tank
top over her head slowly. The tight fabric struggled to get over her
heavy breasts, but eventually they flopped out and bounced for a moment
while she finished pulling the gray fabric of her tank off. Her shiny
bikini top was made from one continuous strip of fabric that gripped
her breasts along the bottom and gave up not long after it had covered
her nipples. Creamy breast flesh bulged out over the lip just the
slightest bit, adding to the overpowering impression of bounty.
She had decided that she would become a new person in college, and
she would do that by embracing her new body. Mel had been hung up
on her body image issues for so long that she did not really know
how to relate to it in a positive way. She figured pride in her
assets was a good start.

As Mike shucked off his shirt and stuffed it in his dry bag, he could
not help shooting glances at Mel. She was a wet dream in the skimpy
swim suit she was wearing, and it was getting harder and harder for
him to remember that the freshmen were off limits. He could feel an
erection tenting his swim suit, and he surreptitiously reached down
and shifted himself to make it less obvious.

Nancy couldn't help but make unflattering comparisons as she watched
Mel strip down in preparation for casting off. She fiddled with the
hem of her shirt, suddenly hyper-aware of the way her belly pressed
against the dark fabric of the one piece swim suit she had on beneath
it. She would only draw attention to herself if she dawdled, so she
pulled her shirt off in a couple of awkward jerking motions. Nancy felt
like even more of a loser when she compared her own motions to the
sensual grace that Mel displayed. Fortunately, no one was looking at
her stubby legs and little A-cups with a bombshell like Mel standing
next to her. Nancy hadn't tasted envy this intense since middle school.

Alyssa Green tore her gaze away from the voluptuous new freshman in
the tiny strapless bikini with an effort of will. After marveling at
the fact that breasts of that size were perky enough to hold up
a strapless top for a few seconds, she said, "Let's get sunscreen
on, then get the boats in the water."

"I'm good." Caroline said, gesturing at her dark skin.

"The sun can get really harsh this time of year, and it bounces
back off the water. You really should. Also, everyone remember to
put sunscreen inside your nose a little. It sounds crazy, but I've
been burned there from reflections before." Mike said.

"Aight." Caroline replied, "You're the boss." She raised one
hand lazily and Mike tossed her a blue tube of sunscreen.

Mel drew a tube of her own from her pack and began rubbing it
into her pale skin. With a complexion like hers, she had to be
religious about avoiding burns, so she had come prepared.
She didn't really intend to make a show of it, but it was impossible
not to revel in the smooth power and grace of her new body.
She braced one shapely leg up on the side of the boathouse
and leaned over it, rubbing in sunscreen with both hands.
Her skin was warm and silky under her smooth hands, but she
she could feel her leprechaun strength lying dormant under
the surface. When she leaned over to cover her elegant ankle
and foot, her bosom deformed against her thigh. She repeated
the process with the other leg, though this time she was not
as focused on the sensations of rubbing the initially cold
cream into her skin so she noticed a few furtive glances
from Mike and Rex. Anton did not attempt to conceal his
interest, and when she turned to the side she saw a look
of open appraisal on his face. Part of her recoiled, but
she could feel desire of her own rising to meet his. His
languid beauty reminded her of a big cat waiting for
prey, and that had a strange animal appeal. It jarred
her out of her rhythm, but she recovered quickly, standing
up to apply sunscreen to her midriff and arms before turning
to face the group.

Nancy was just finishing up her efforts with a few hurried,
jerky motions. Her gaze was fixed at a point on the ground
in front of her, and her face was frozen. As Mel applied
little dabs of sunscreen to her cheeks, nose and ears
she noticed that the boys in the group seemed to be further
behind than she would have expected. The idea that she might
have had something to do with that gave a thrill to her
budding exhibitionist streak. The pale expanse of her bosom
was still unprotected, so she squirted a liberal amount of
onto the tops of each breast and began kneading it into
her warm flesh.

Mike berated himself to remain professional, but the sight
of Mel applying sunscreen to her chest sent blood rushing
down to his inflating penis. As he watched, she pulled
her gold bikini away from one breast, and ran a hand deep
between her flesh and the fabric. She didn't seem to be making
any special attempt to make the sight particularly erotic,
but he felt helpless against her womanly charms.

"Would you do my back?" Mel asked Caroline.

"Uhh, sure." She replied, taking the offered tube. She marveled
at how smooth Mel's skin was as she rubbed. Caroline was not a
jealous person, but even she could not help but feel a pang of
envy at the way Mel exuded such a powerful femininity. When she
finished they swapped roles.

After standing around for a moment Mel said, "Come on, let's go down
to the water." Before walking confidently down to the boats with
Caroline trailing after her.

Nancy thought about following them, but she didn't really want to
spend more time being forcefully reminded of Mel's sex appeal.

"You know how to rig these right?" Caroline asked.

"Yeah, it couldn't be easier. The skirt is the only tricky part,
and that's pretty simple." Mel said, grabbing a boat in one hand
and a paddle in the other. The way she held the boat made it look
like it was made of Styrofoam, but when Caroline tried to imitate
her she had to adjust her grip on the heavy plastic.

"Let's get these on." Mel said, tossing Caroline a life vest and
shrugging into one of her own. The small vest that she had chosen
for herself felt odd to Mel. She could still button the lower and
middle clasps, but the upper clip could not stretch across her
prominent bosom. If she chose a size up it would feel uncomfortably
loose at the bottom. She cinched the two working straps down hard
(though she was careful not to snap them with her new strength).
The effect on her breasts was dramatic. The life vest acted like
a corset, forcing her breasts up and together to create even
more spectacular cleavage than she had been sporting.

The others had come down to the water's edge as the two girls
worked, and now Mike and Alyssa were dividing up group
camping gear, setting a small pike before each boat. Mel
helped the others get their boats ready to launch, and before
long she had loaded her gear and was ready to set off.

"Wait, before you go, let me just check your life jacket."
Alyssa said, just as Mel put her foot in the boat.

Mel turned to face the taller girl, "Okay. You gotta dot the
i's and cross the t's, huh?"

"Y-Yeah." Alyssa said, somewhat taken off guard by the amount
of cleavage that Mel was aiming her way. "Let's see. That looks
good, but you should have all three straps clipped."

"I know, but this top one is too short for me." Mel demonstrated
by extending it all the way and trying to wrap it around herself.

"Let me try." Alyssa said, stepping forward to take the strap and
haul on it to try to connect it. Her efforts only succeeded in
pressing Mel's bosom even more tightly together. She grunted with
effort, but the red headed bombshell's breasts repealed her
every attempt. She released the creaking webbing. She really
should make Mel use a size up, but the experience of being
defeated by a younger woman's chest left her feeling unsure
of herself. Mel was a native Mainer who had obviously done
some sea kayaking before, and despite Alyssa's official authority
she felt deferential around Mel on a deeper level. There was
something right about submitting to the beautiful girl.

They set off into the chop, making for the first in a series of
islands where they would camp. Mel shot through the water, propelled
by her newfound strength. The trip was short to remain accessible to
freshmen from a wide range of different backgrounds, and Mel often
found herself drawing ahead of the group and circling back. After
reveling in her new physicality for an hour she made peace with the
plodding pace of the group and settled in to a more sedate rhythm.
She spent most of the day holding station with Caroline, chatting
about the differences between Maine and Colorado and occasionally
calling out to take part in the shouted jokes of the wider group.
Despite her unfamiliarity with sea kayaking, Caroline was probably
more outdoorsy than Mel, and by lunchtime the girls had already
agreed to go rock climbing in New Hampshire early on in the semester.
Apparently Caroline had almost all the gear they would need.
They ate lunch in a raft of boats, then spent another hour
paddling towards the island.

"Race!" Mike called when they were still pretty far from the island,
but everyone took of paddling like mad. Mel shot to the head of the
pack, and it was a struggle not to let herself leave everyone in the
dust, but she didn't want to advertise her superhuman nature. Even at
the slower pace she set, it wasn't long before the others started dropping
away. When they were only halfway there she hand Anton had pulled
far ahead, him trailing her by a boat length. Perhaps the beautiful Russian
boy had been a gymnast rather than a dancer. It would certainly explain
the deceptive strength in his long arms.

Mel glanced back at the dark haired boy on her tail and poured on a little
more speed. To her surprise, he matched her. She exerted a bit more effort,
and again, he matched her. She stopped actively limiting her strength,
though she still paddled casually. He looked a bit strained, but he kept
up. Finally, she began to paddle in earnest and he slid further and
further behind. She still could have kicked it up a few notches, but
it was surprising that he was able to keep up for that long.

She got to shore and pulled her boat up before shucking off her life vest
and swimming back out to meet the others. "Nice job." Anton said, gliding
up to her. Mel grinned back at him, "Thanks!" He looked like he had seen
an entirely unexpected set of silverware at a fast food restaurant,
intrigued and possibly a bit covetous.

"Wow, you swam all the way out here already?" Rex asked when Mel reached
the rest of the group.

"I'm a pretty good swimmer," she said, treading water and flipping her
water-darkened hair out of her face.

"Uhh, Mel." Alyssa said hesitantly, "I know you're probably super used to
doing this sort of thing, but you're not really supposed to swim this far
out without a life jacket on this trip."

"Oh, sorry about that. I guess I didn't realize how far I had gotten from
shore." Mel said brightly.

"It's not a big deal. You can obviously handle it, but I'm going
to stay back with you on the swim back just to be on the safe side."

"Okay. Thanks!" Mel said.

The group moved back towards the island, but it turned out that Alyssa
did not have to stay back after all. Mel easily kept pace with the group
using a distance eating front crawl, and even participated in the joking
rapport of the group by spinning onto her back for a few strokes at
a time. She got to the shore first and rose out of the sea with
water streaming off her in sparkling rivulets, squeezing out her hair
as she walked up onto the rocky beach. She and Anton helped pull the
others up onto shore, a process with gave a spectacular view of her
cleavage as she bent over to grab the bows of their boats.

It was only mid afternoon, so after they had time to relax before
dinner. Most people remained behind at camp, reading books they had
brought along, or chatting around the fire pit they had found. Mel
was not quite finished reveling in her new physicality, so she
walked along the shore of the island for ten minutes or so until
she found herself on top of an overhanging cliff that plunged straight
down into the waves. A steep diagonal ledge offered a path down
to the water, so she picked her way carefully down it and dipped
one shapely leg into the surf. Lifting herself from the stone, she
slid quietly under the waves, took a few quick breaths, and
kicked down to find the ocean floor. The cliff extended deeper
under the water than she had been expecting, but she remained
comfortable long past the time when she would have expected her
lungs to burn. Eventually, she found the mud bottom, and stopped
letting herself drift gently in the gloomy water. A few beams
of dim sunlight found there way down through the water and
lit her copper hair up like a halo as it drifted around her
head in a thick cloud. Mel felt totally at home; a queen of
the depths.

She waited a long time for her lungs to start
to burn, but grew impatient and kicked up to the surface
before they did. Rather than go back up the diagonal ledge, she
pulled herself up the overhanging face of the dark cliff, working
her fingers and toes into jagged cracks. She never could have done it
before Robert's strength flowed into her, and she tried to
make the climb a moving meditation in his memory. When
she got to the top, she wrung her hair out with a few twists
and grinned up at the sky. She glanced around, and seeing
no one else, bent her knees before jumping up in a huge
arc out over the sea to complete a perfect dive. She
shot far under the surface, and kicked even further down
until she reached the bottom yet again. It was hard to
make out in the murk, but she thought she saw the faint
outline of a few crabs scuttling away from the mass of
her body overhead. When she returned to the surface she
saw Anton at the top of the cliffs, looking at her hungrily.

She swam towards shore, and picked her way up the ledge
to join him, wanting to keep her newfound climbing ability
to herself. "Hi." She said, when she was half a dozen steps from
the top.

"That was an impressive dive." Anton said. A self-satisfied note
in his voice let her know that her secret was at least partially
out. Why wasn't he reacting with more alarm or a greater expression
of surprise.

"Thanks." Mel's gaze lingered on his long fingers, before she
brought them up to meet his smoldering gaze.

"You're special, Melinda, and I don't think you're very used
to it." He said, his voice falling to a soft purr as he stepped
forward and smoothed one wet lock of hair back behind her ear.

"W-What do you mean?" She asked, craning her neck back to maintain
eye contact, exposing the paleness of her throat. His fingers burned
against her cheek as they brushed lightly against it, and her
head felt fuzzy.

By way of reply he pulled her chin up so that her full lips met his,
and she melted against his long frame. Whipcord muscles moved
beneath his skin as he slid his hands down her back, pressing
her body to his, compressing her ripe bosom between them. Her
initially hesitant kiss grew desperate as her desire built.

"A human girl with leprechaun magic. You'll have to tell me how
that happened later." He murmured, nipping her ear.

Mel shoved him down to the earth, overcome with a passion of
unknown origin. She settled her wide hips over his and pulled
his head to hers, pressing her mouth to his desperately.

"Slow down, love." He breathed between kisses, pushing
her back to look at her. "Try this." He smiled, holding up
a few dark fruit which dangled from stiff stems. Despite
the heat, frost glittered on the surface of the fruit
and steam hung around them. The air was filled with the
most delicious scent, and Mel wanted the dark fruit even
more than the beautiful boy beneath her. She reached out
to take one, noting the way the air around her hand
cooled, but somehow not being alarmed by it. Her head
was so fuzzy. She brought the fruit to her lips, but
at the last moment some instinct screamed out at her
and she tossed it away with a violent movement.

Anton laughed, "I'm not trying to poison you." Now
that he had said it, Mel felt silly and rude for having
tossed his gift away. "See." He said, popping one of
the fruit into his mouth.

For a moment, Mel was satisfied, and she reached out for
the final fruit, but then she remembered that she lived in
a world which contained leprechauns, and such a world might
contain sinister fey as well. Instead of the fruit, she grabbed
hold of the back of Anton's head, and shoved it forcefully
between her breasts. The moment that she did so, the fuzziness
in her head and strange lust disappeared.

He tried to pull it back out, but his
face had already entered Mel's pocket, and she would not let
him go. He was too big to really fit through, but Mel's breasts
grew large enough to accommodate him and he slid through a
few inches at a time, yanked in by the overwhelming forces
that Mel could command with a thought inside her pocket.
When his hips reached her bosom, she stood up, using gravity
to aid the process. Finally, just a single foot remained
sticking out, and she shoved it down. She was glad he had
been so slender. Even as it was, fitting him in had been
painful when it strained the limits of her magic too much.
She could still feel him struggling in her pocket. It was
a strangely pleasant feeling, but it stopped as soon as
she willed it to.

She had no sooner wondered about who and
what Anton was than she knew that he was an Unseelie Fey
out of grace with the Russian Winter Court. He had recognized
her power and decided to seduce and enslave her with the
addictive power of faerie fruit. Her initial moral qualms about
sucking him into her bosom evaporated. It wasn't like she had
hurt him. If it had all been a misunderstanding she could have
let him go. As it was she would leave him in there and figure
something else out. She adjusted her bikini top, pulling the
stretchy gold fabric away from her skin and re-positioning 
each breast beneath it. How was she going to explain his
disappearance? It could trigger the whole search and rescue
thing, which she didn't want. Who knew what kind of magical
authorities might exist and how they might react to what she
had just done. If only there was a way to make people forget
about him, she thought.

Mel decided it would be suspicious if she returned to camp
right after sucking Anton into her pocket, so she leaped off
the cliff and knifed into the water again. She swam down
to the bottom again and let herself drift. She focused inward
on the boy trapped in her bosom. She could peer into his mind
just as easily as she could catalog the magic items she had
inherited from Robert. She had no sooner wondered if she could
modify it as easily as she could sew herself a new bra than she
felt herself quelling the fear he felt at being trapped in so
unfamiliar a place, unable to move. She saw a great deal of
fear in him, though oddly it was more directed at the Unseelie
Queen than at her. She twisted that fear to all be directed
at herself, blending it with the lust he felt towards her
to form an overwhelming desire to obey and serve her. Her
nipples stiffened at the revelation of her newfound ability.

Even after she had shaped his mind to her satisfaction, she
continued probing away at him. After a few moments she realized
that there was an aspect of his mind that she had been perceiving
from the start, but had failed to understand. It was a large
reserve of energy, and as she traced the parts of his mind which
connected to it to try to understand its purpose, she realized that
this was his magical reserve. She began to poke and prod at it,
trying to figure out a way to de-fang the fey. She didn't want
to rely on her attempts at conditioning alone. He squirmed in
discomfort and pain, but she kept working away. Finally, she
felt a magical organ within herself connect and a feeling of
enervation filled her. Anton's magic flowed out of him and into
her, lending yet more strength to her limbs, sharpening her
senses, and growing her own magical reserve. When the lake
had become a puddle, she felt Anton's body shift and change
from that of a six foot plus fey noble to a four inch tall
dark faerie.

Her lungs were starting to burn, so she kicked back up
to the surface, finding herself even stronger than she
had been. She climbed easily up the cliff, and stood in
the fading sunlight to let herself dry. Experimentally,
she let Anton out of her pocket. The now 4 inch tall
boy squirmed between her heavy breasts, but even without
the aid of her pocket, her bosom completely dominated the
little guy. Her nipples stiffened as she looked down at
his struggles. Mel didn't have much sexual experience,
and she found it a bit surprising that she enjoyed sexual
dominance so much.

"Anton, 

