Jen's body stood up and she saw a sand sculpture, made of three women, sitting with their backs against each other, which had been left there by the artist who stayed at the house. She watched in horror as they became flesh, each perfect, with large supple breasts and motherly hips, gorgeous long legs, possessing the physic of an amazon. The now real women took off their heads and offered them to the much larger body that Jen now possessed. Jen silently screamed as her head was given to the bodies of the sandmaidens, it attached to all three at once and she winced at her now deafening trio of screams that came out of her mouth. Jen gasped, feeling the breath in each one of her massive chests, as her old body sat down and became sand, three heads set in opposite directions.
Her bodies stood up, she must have lost height but they were still to large, at least ten feet tall. They walked in unison toward the ocean, and Jen's feet touched the surf. Jen stood for a minute, taking breaths in her new chests, and decided to turn. Surprisingly she found it completely natural to move with her new bodies, though the amount of flesh underneath her was nearly four times that which she had with the last body. Jen decided that she had better get a start at getting home, her amazonian triplet bodies naked as the day they were sculpted. Jen's bodies felt strange to her, almost empowering, but still frightening.
"Well they're mine now." Jen stopped as she heard not one but three sultry voices come out of her mouth, "I guess this is what it sounds like when you have three bodies."
Jen started to make her way home.