Changes in Paradise: 03
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Changes in Paradise: 03 - A Mermaid's "Tale"
By Patricia
*****
Danni had been the first to discover that she was actually using her
gills. A few weeks after her transformation from a guy, who had been
left for dead by drug thugs, into a beautiful blonde woman living in
paradise, she too had developed the same red patches of skin on her
back as those on Pat and John. Now, several months later, Danni was
floating in the lagoon after a long lesson in tropical flora and fauna
from Pat. Pat, who was formerly a male bio-chemical scientist but now
was a beautiful woman as well, had grilled her endlessly on edible
fish, shellfish, and plants.
"It's for your survival," pleaded Pat as she warned Danni about
poisonous sea creatures. "The reef protects us, and most of these
fish, from the larger predators, but there is still plenty of danger
here without sharks. John will never forgive me if something happened
to you."
"Yes, Mom," teased Danni as she stretched away her mid-day fatigue.
Pat gazed with open admiration at Danni's shapely torso as she arched
into her stretch; Danni's full breasts with their unusually long
nipples, and her sparse patch of white blonde hair atop her still new
pussy set within her generously wide hips. The goop that Pat had
distilled from the glands of a gender changing fish had not only
changed their own gender but had also made them incredibly healthy and
immune to common hurts, even sunburn. The result was that the three of
them spent more time at the beach then in the forest, and they had
become golden brown from head to toe.
Pat savored her own changes even as she admired Danni's. She loved the
flow of the warm water over her body, around her delicate limbs,
between her naked thighs; she enjoyed the occasional tug on her labia
as her slowly scissoring legs that kept her afloat forced the warm
water to rush between her legs. Pat compared her own full breasts as
they bobbed horizontally in the water to Danni's twin peaks that were
currently pointing towards the sun. Pat concentrated on the waves as
they pulled and pushed against her own chest, offering her both a
physical and a visual reminder of her dramatically changed status.
"You remember all the hand signals?" Pat asked, tolerating her
designation of "Mom" even they were both, more or less, biologically
the same age of early twenties.
"Yes, at least I remember all those, even if I can't recognize all
those fish and conchs and stuff," Danni assured, ending with a little
spout of water playfully directed at Pat.
"Good," Pat said with a gentle swat on Danni's arm to get her to head
for the bottom.
Danni smiled at Pat and signaled the "just a minute" sign, and floated
for a minute more, resting atop the warm, tropical water, feeling the
small waves lap at her body like a lover. She loved the feeling her
new body gave her. The water swelled in the delicate hallow of her
waist, focusing attention on her dramatically smaller torso as it swept
out into generous hips that supported a classic "bubble butt." She
loved the feeling of displacement that her "thorax" gave her, the
weight and movement of her hips and thighs. She closed her eyes,
feeling the warm sun, the warm water, the cooling breeze as it
stiffened her nipples atop the wobbling weight of her breasts. She
loved the different stimulations of the warm water lapping at the sides
of her bulging tits, the water caressing and cresting over her nipples
several inches above the surface of the water. With each passing crest
of water, her nipples were again subjected to the alternating
stimulation of warm water and cooling breeze. The delicious tightness
of her nipples almost prompted her to reach up to twist one.
Instead, she allowed her crinkling nipples to remind her of waking up
that morning with both John and Pat nibbling on her long nipples, which
had made her womb clench with need, aching for something to fill it up,
over and over and over again. John had valiantly fulfilled that need,
over and over again, until Danni had orgasmed over and over again.
Then Danni and John had turned their attention to Pat, who was left
gasping and helpless under their combined assault. John was already up
to two orgasms himself, and they hadn't even had breakfast.
Danni gave into the warm memories of the last several months, recalling
how the three of them grew closer and closer. She had never loved
anyone, really, and now she loved these two with a fierceness that
surprised her. She and Pat had become more than sexual partners, they
had become sister-wives to the every attentive and every ready John.
One surprise had been their periods. The first one had been three days
of hell, and for some reason the girls were perfectly synchronized.
They were better prepared for the second, which occurred about a month
later, but both women had been surprised by the rich bond they had
formed through this penultimate female experience. Even John had
noticed the difference.
Shellfish. Right. Damn it.
Danni took a deep breath ignoring the continual horniness her body gave
her and turned in the water, pulling herself toward the bottom, about
twenty meters down, with languid but strong strokes of her arms and
legs. The warm water was crystal clear and teeming with life. Her own
now longer hair floated behind her, caressing her shoulders and back in
a golden silkiness as she lazily stroked towards the bottom. A glance
behind her saw the beautiful outline of Pat treading water above, her
shapely legs scissoring slowly, her slender waist turning and twisting
as her generous hips anchored the eggbeater kicks that kept her afloat.
Pat's own rich auburn hair was even thicker and longer than Danni's,
and floated along the surface of the water like lace. Danni paused on
her way down to admire the flashing tuft of hair in Pat's crotch as she
kept herself afloat. With an internal sigh, Danni turned again towards
the bottom, trying to find the conch that Pat had assured her would be
safe to eat. She was at the bottom now, floating easily, her breath
comfortably held.
She wasn't recognizing anything. Danni searched and searched, not
paying attention to the time. She didn't know anything was unusual
until she felt a frantic pulling on her shoulder. She turned and saw a
very upset Pat, trying to get her attention. Pat gestured towards her
arm, as though she was pointing at a wristwatch that neither woman now
possessed. Danni grinned and nodded her head, giving Pat a thumbs up:
she was doing fine.
Pat gaped. Well, she gaped as much as she could while still trying to
hold her breath. They had all been improving at holding their breaths
for longer and longer periods, but this was astounding. By Pat's rough
estimate, Danni had been down for over ten minutes and was showing no
signs of discomfort. Pat flashed her the sign for ten minutes.
Danni gaped. Well, she gaped as much as she could while exhaling
nearly half her breath. Ten minutes! No way, there was no possible
way! She felt like she just got started, a minute or two at most! She
took stock of her self, her chest, and her alertness. She felt great,
and even felt fine with half her air gone. She signaled that Pat
should wait, and held out her hand.
Pat looked carefully at Danni, noting that she was alert, her eyes were
bright and active, and that there was no sluggishness in her limbs.
She carefully took Danni's hand, and together they began to count.
1, 2, 3, ... 18, 19, 20 ... 155, 156, 157 ... at the second ten minute
mark, Danni was still smiling, relaxed, and easily holding her breath.
Pat too was feeling fine, and she gently turned Danni around as they
continued to hold hands, floating effortlessly twenty meters below the
surface. As Danni's back came into view, Pat could see that the red
areas of skin that had previously looked like a rash were now raised
slightly, sticking into the water like Velcro, and obviously were now
working gills of some sort. She pulled Danni back to facing her, and
indicated she should look at her back.
As Pat slowly turned in the water, Danni suspected what she would find,
the red patches of skin on each of their backs had previously been
merely a strange roughness, like a rash. Now, hundreds of tiny little
fronds were raised into the water, exchanging oxygen and carbon
dioxide, and allowing them to "breathe" under water.
Pat slowly turned back around, and they both looked at each other with
surprise and awe as what they were doing slowly sank into their
consciousness. They had lost count of the time, but it didn't matter.
They weren't going to surface until they had to. By mutual agreement,
they both settled in to see how long they could hold out.
*****
Four hours later, John was frantically calling out for Pat and Danni.
He knew that they had gone to the lagoon to collect food, but he
thought they would have been back within the hour. He was pretty sure
they hadn't gone deeper into the jungle, and he knew they hadn't gone
up to the hot tub that was slightly higher up the mountainside than
their second camp, the original beach camp having been restored to use
after being damaged in a tsunami. He had waited for nearly two hours,
and then set out in search of them. Although the island was remote and
small, he worried that something may have happened. After all, several
months ago Daniel, now Danni, had shown up unexpectedly. Someone may
have arrived on the island and the girls could be in danger.
John's fish-goop altered physique easily withstood the grueling
punishment he inflicted upon himself for nearly two hours, running the
length of all their known trails into the jungle, and then
circumnavigating their small island entirely. His fervor surprised
him. He knew that they three of them had formed a very close bond, but
the ache in his chest was something new. He HAD to find his girls. He
was now looking out over their small lagoon, which was nevertheless
several hundred square kilometers of water, reef, and sand. He plunged
into the water and started swimming.
*****
After the first hour or so, the girls realized that simply floating ten
meters down wasn't very much effort, and that they could probably keep
that up indefinitely. Pat signaled that they should swim around,
giving the "O.K." sign every so often, and that they should stay close
to one another.
After nearly three hours of exploring the lagoon, they were still
submerged, still "holding" their original breath. The afternoon sun
dappled the coral and fish all around them, playing across their skin
and hair. As Pat signaled that they should rest for a bit in a natural
sand bowl among the many outcroppings of coral, Danni could not help
but notice how beautiful Pat was as she gracefully sank towards to the
bottom.
Danni drank in Pat's beauty as she twirled gently the last few meters
down to the sand. Pat's auburn hair glistened and sparkled in the
water and sun, floating like a halo around her head. Her large
breasts, normally high and firm on Pat's rib cage, were now floating,
up thrust, in the water, each tipped by thumb sized nipples thrusting
upward from the middle of generous, dome shaped areolas. Her waist
sloped dramatically from her slim shoulders, making her seem as though
she might break in half. From her slender waist the gentle slope of
her tummy smoothed out towards her wide hips, and her heart shaped ass
was firm and taut in the water, and the two dimples above each ass
cheek still turned Danni on in ways she couldn't understand. Finally,
Danni drank in Pat's long legs that were gracefully extended like a
ballerina's as Pat twirled slowly to rest her tiptoes on the sandy
bottom.
Danni looked down at her own breasts, also floating up thrust in the
dappled light of nearly twenty meters of salt water as she floated down
towards Pat. Her own nipples weren't as thick as Pat's, but they were
nearly half again as long, almost an inch. She pushed gently against
the water with her hands, moving her body so that she settled next to
Pat only a few inches apart. Pat's eyes were shining with mutual lust
and love as Danni inched forward her.
Pat reached for her, but Danni shook her head and signaled that Pat
should wait. She followed Danni's eyes to her own breasts, where Danni
was slowly, ever so gently pushing their two bodies towards one
another. Pat realized that their breasts would touch while their flat
stomachs, shapely hips, and that the rest of their bodies were still a
foot apart. The two "new" women both loved their breasts, and this
sort of play was one of their favorite activities. Normally, one of
them would hold herself above the other, usually while John was either
licking or fucking one of them, dragging her breasts across the
other's. This was different, in that they were both floating and
waiting for that delicious first touch, both equally free and swaying
in the water.
Pat realized that her nipples were as hard with anticipation as they
had ever been, and she could see that Danni's long nipples were equally
hard with excitement. The tension in her breasts caused pleasant
tremors to ripple through her body, redoubled as she felt the first,
whisper touch of their nipples as they glided across one another's
breasts.
Pat felt herself experience a sharp intake of breath. How could that
be, she barely asked herself, here under the water, as she felt Danni's
torso twist slightly so that their nipples dragged across one another's
in the other direction. She exhaled into the sea, moaning with
pleasure, but felt no emptiness in her lungs.
Danni exhaled at the same time, her body convulsing with the sexual
tension they had created. She too felt no emptiness, and felt air
slowly, but steadily re-filling her lungs. Within seconds, she felt a
full breath within her chest, which had expanded back out, pushing
their breasts together again. Danni tried an experiment.
"Good," she gurgled into the sea, smiling at her lover, as she ground
her breasts against Pat's.
"Yes," Pat replied, surprised at their experiment.
As the bubbles rose, they watched one another to see if they needed to
surface. Both signaled that they were fine, and then they reached for
one another and crushed their bodies together in a kiss that entwined
all their limbs, tongues, and even their hair. They continued to
frantically kiss and nip at each other's lips, noses, ears, and necks
as their limbs stayed entwined in a fierce embrace unencumbered by
gravity or position. Their moans were now nearly constant.
"I love you," Pat whispered into Danni's ear in between kisses and
moans.
"I love you too," Danni joyfully replied as the bubbles rose around
them and their hips found a steady rhythm as they pressed their vulvas
into each other's thighs and hipbones.
"Oh, my ... I really love this," groaned Danni as Pat grabbed her ass
and applied even more force to their under water humping. Danni
concentrated on the rhythmic pressures that Pat's beautiful body
created in her own. The heat of their vaginas pressed against one
another's thighs, their breasts, full and soft, squeezing past,
through, and on each other's. The press of their fingers on flesh,
thigh, and hip, as they each urged the other towards climaxes.
"Yes, yes, yes," moaned Pat, discovering that her lungs filled with air
as fast as she needed them to. Her back was tingling with pleasure, as
she felt blood and energy being diverted to her new breathing
apparatus. Her whole body felt alive, but her back felt like thousands
of feathers were brushing against her, caressing her. It was making
her even more excited. They were each pressing hard into each other,
getting closer and closer to their orgasms. If only John were here to
push them over the edge, Pat thought, as her own hair tickled against
her gills, which brought even more tension to her pleasantly aching
crotch. Acting on instinct, she lifted her other hand to Danni's back
and gently brushed her gills.
"OH GOD," Danni exploded in a spasm of pleasure, as her sensitive gills
reacting to the gentle caress, intensifying her quivering clit trapped
between their mashing hips.
"OH MY GOD," Pat joined her as Danni's hand also rose to tickle her
gills along her back.
They both arched into their orgasms, their hips joined in ecstasy,
their legs entwined together, and their faces and their breasts arched
towards the surface some twelve meters above them. They stayed like
that for nearly a minute, quivering, convulsing, and coming as they
floated in the dappled sunlight and warm ocean water.
This is how John found them.
*****
As soon as John entered the water, he found that he could almost sense
where they were, and without thinking, he started swimming in strong
strokes, underwater, towards where he thought the girls were at the
bottom of the lagoon. He sensed that they were several hundred meters
out, but he didn't even think about swimming on the surface as he
normally did. He was in full "rescue mode" and made a beeline for
their distant outlines.
About two minutes later and nearly half the distance towards the girls,
John noticed that he was swimming strong and comfortably, with no
tightness in his chest. Further, that he could hear them groaning and
moaning. He could see them, barely, as they were entwined together on
the ocean floor, their hair swirling around as they seemed to grapple
with each other in a wrestling match. As he sped up, ignoring for the
moment his wonder at his own sustained physical effort under the water
without any breathing, he discovered that could make out what they were
saying, and realized that they weren't fighting at all.
Quite the opposite, in fact!
His urgency faded and was replaced by wonder and lust, not necessarily
in that order. He was now within a few meters of the girls, and
watched with appreciation as they held each other in their mutual
orgasms. His own mast had now stiffened, which might also explain why
he wasn't swimming with the same speed as he had just a moment ago. He
marveled at his own effortless breathing, and as he watched the last of
the bubbles rise to the surface from their mutual expletives of
pleasure, he experimentally released about half of his air into the
water. He felt the slow filling of his lungs as his gills absorbed
oxygen from the sea and metabolized it into air and refilled his lungs
comfortably. He waited until the ladies had stopped quivering, and
then he approached.
"Any left for me?" he asked.
Locked in their embrace, neither lady broke their pose, but both smiled
towards the sunlight.
"There might be," Pat teased, as she gently ran her fingers across
Danni's gills again.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Danni screamed as she went into a second round of
convulsions.
"It's amazing how easy it is to talk," John offered.
"It's amazing how easy it is to cum," Pat observed as she held the
still shaking Danni in her arms, enjoying the pressure of their hips as
they still ground against one another.
"Why don't you find out by putting that mast to good use," Pat asked,
unhooking one leg from Danni to offer John access to her vagina.
John swore he could almost see cum leaking from the two of them, a
gentle cloud of color in the clear water. He clapped his hands above
his head, sliding underneath the two floating ladies, and grabbed Pat's
hips to anchor himself. Danni adjusted her legs so that she now
clutched one of Pat's and one of John's in her velvety thighs. That
gave everyone leverage to line up all the important parts, and John
aimed his pleasantly aching penis at Pat's now gaping hole.
"Ahhhhh," cried both Pat and John as the incredible sensation of a cool
penis sliding into a hot cunt as a series of incredible sensations
exploded through each of them. Danni also cried out, as she climaxed a
third time as Pat moved her hips and her hands across the two most
sensitive areas on Danni's body. No one moved for a moment, the three
of them locked in a passionate embrace, each of their lungs slowly
filling with air after that shared outburst.
Then John began to pump, slowly pushing his nine-inch cock in and out
of Pat's tight vagina. Danni could feel John's cock as it slid past
their connected crotches, into Pat's tunnel. Pat luxuriated in the
feeling of John's thick cock as it slid icy cool, then steaming hot, in
and out of her quivering hole. She could feel Danni's excitement as
their hips still ground against one another's, John's strong thighs
entwined with their own; their breasts still mashed to one another's.
They continued lazily for a moment or so.
Then Danni brought her hand up to Pat's gills, and give her a light
brush.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH," screamed Pat as the most intense orgasm she had yet
felt ripped through her body, her entire torso clenched in spasms of
pleasure. She resumed her original pose, now even more intensely as
her body visibly shook with pleasure, her thick nipples pointing to the
sky.
"AAAAAHHHHH," screamed John, as his cock was compressed by the surge of
Pat's orgasm, ripping one of his own from his surprised body-suddenly
feeling several strong, pulsing shots of cum shooting into her. His
own body arched too, with his face contorted in pleasure, facing the
bottom of the sea, as he held on to Pat's hip's with his hands, and
Danni's legs with his thighs, as his crotch pulsed again and again,
filling Pat with his boiling cum.
"Ah," signed Danni as she watched her lovers catch up to the over
powering orgasms she had already enjoyed, shaking in a nevertheless
satisfyingly smaller orgasm.
*******
An hour later, everyone was sated.
They had tried multiple positions, sometimes with just two, but most
often all three of them entwined in nearly endless variations.
They now sat or floated with their legs interlocked, more or less, in
the soft sand in the small bowl in which John had discovered the girls
locked in their original embrace. They all found it odd, and at the
same time completely natural, that they were sitting and chatting under
water. There was an odd distortion to their diction, but after a
moment or two, they found that they didn't notice it very much. The
biggest difference was that brief moment or two, a few seconds, really,
that was required to re-fill their lungs with air. But after a while,
even that pause seemed natural.
"We don't have to leave the water, ever," mused Pat.
"But we probably should," worried John.
"Why?" asked Danni.
"I think that our changes are being accelerated by our behaviors, and
who knows what or how we might continue to change" (a pause) "into if
we stayed in the water indefinitely," explained John.
"John's right," agreed Pat. "We need to be careful, though I'm not
afraid of further changes," (a pause) "since the ones we have undergone
have been beneficial."
"How so?" asked Danni?
"Well, there's this," Pat explained as she ran her fingers along both
John's and Danni's gills. They both shivered with pleasure.
"Stop that, or we'll never leave the water," complained Danni.
"This is also a great way to avoid unwanted visitors, strong storms,
and various other disasters," continued Pat.
"Well, even so, I think we should spend the night up on land, and" (a
pause) "I'm getting hungry," warned John.
"We can eat here, if we do sushi," mused Pat.
"I was getting fond of roasted fish," pouted Danni. "And I like the
smell of cooking. We can't do that down here."
"Oh, alright back to shore we go," Pat agreed, and turned to swim
towards shore. Without even thinking, all three of them started
swimming, frog style, towards the shore.
"I guess we won't ever have to swim along the surface, huh?" mused John
as he pulled along side of Pat's undulating body, enjoying the flex of
her hips and legs as she kicked another scissors kick, propelling her
forward.
"Not unless we want to go fast," rejoined Pat.
"How about like this," asked Danni as she switched her stoke from a
frog to a dolphin kick, and stretched out her arms in front of her like
Superwoman.
Pat and John watched in both wonder and lust, not necessarily in that
order, as Danni's shapely body undulated in the classic motions of a
mermaid's swim, except that not only was Danni much prettier than any
movie version of a mermaid (and naked), but also her entire body seemed
much more coordinated, or "in tune," with her strokes, which shot her
body forward with surprising speed. They both shrugged at each other
and switched to dolphin kicks.
It took only a few tries, but both John and Pat realized that their
bodies seemed particularly apt to this stroke. They both moved through
the water with surprising speed and ease. Pat thrilled to the new
rhythms she discovered in her body, the way her entire body sensuously,
yet strongly, undulated through the water. It was as if she was
swimming with her entire torso, rather than primarily with her limbs
alone. It was intoxicating. The water rushed through her hair,
caressed her breasts, and flicked off her toes as they beat the water
up and down.
Despite their best efforts, they didn't catch Danni; though John nearly
did.
******
"Are we still human?" asked Danni.
Pat and John briefly shared a glance, as they each sipped some "punch"
as they lounged in the hot tub. They had stayed away from the lagoon
for several days, each thrilled yet spooked by the siren call the water
had exerted upon their hearts, minds, and bodies. No one really wanted
to talk about it, but each had both savored his or her time on land and
feared the siren call of the sea.
Pat had spent time constructing a safe of sorts, carved from rocks
embedded in the mountain itself, to store all her (some were "his," she
noted with irony) notes and formulas gathered over the past year or so.
As she did so, she was consciously aware that one reason she felt
compelled to do this task was that she felt as though she'd be spending
more and more time in the water, and less and less time in the lab.
John also had gathered equipment and supplies from the upper camps and
distributed them to various locations around the island, mostly
centered in the numerous caves and inlets that doted the ragged shore
of the small island. He too had consciously felt the pull of the
water.
Danni, not having spent so much time on the island as Pat and John had
simply taken to watching the sea from the high perch of the rocky
outcropping upon which John and Pat had engineered their hot tub. She
watched with both hope and fear as the other two had slowly but
inexorably changed their focus from the mountainside to the ocean side.
She wondered how long the pull of gravity on her breasts would remind
her of her new sex, rather than the gentle caress of the water as it
lifted and supported her swaying breasts. Both sensations felt
powerful and wonderful, and she couldn't decide which seemed to call to
her more.
"We will always be human, more or less," Pat argued. "I know we are
all feeling things, powerful feelings, but we are not losing any sort
of human feelings towards one another."
"You're right. I'm feeling more alive and in love than I have ever
felt before," Danni said unselfconsciously. "I'm not afraid ... as
long as I have you two," Danni concluded as she slid across the tub to
position herself in between her two lovers. "I never thought I could
feel this way about anyone, but I'd do anything for you two." Danni
leaned into Pat and gave her a toe curling kiss, while John stroked the
small of her back, admiring the dimples above her ass cheeks.
"We've only made love twice today ... we're short of the required
minimum," Danni said coyly. "Who's up for some loving?"
John twisted his hips in reply, moving his already stiff member into
the crack of her ass, causing Danni to hunch her hips back towards him.
She turned more fully into Pat's kisses, and let her breasts settle
onto Pat's. John guided her pussy over his rampant cock, and eased her
down into his lap.
"Oh, god ... that feels so good," breathed Danni as she found Pat's
equally wet and warm slit with her fingers and eased two into the
breach, her thumb pressed lightly into Pat's clit.
"Yes," breathed Pat, "it does ... sooooo good. Kiss me."
John began to stroke slowly in Danni's hot pussy while Danni's mouth
and fingers worked magic on Pat's eager body below her. Their legs
again found themselves entwined, this time in the warmth of the hot
tub. Danni was half floating in the water, half resting on Pat, which
allowed John to admire the gentle quiver that ran up her ass and hips
into the small of her back as he bottomed out on each stroke. Pat held
Danni's face in her hands, lavishing her with kisses and licks as
John's insistent strokes forced their breasts to slide past, around,
and through one another's in a symphony of sensation.
"Oh, god ... oh, god ... uh, uh, uh," moaned Danni into Pat's mouth,
their full lips cushioning their kisses as John kept up a steady
rhythm. She loved the intense fullness of John's cock, the way her
entire body was forced to respond to this powerful, yet gentle,
invasion. She moaned anew as she felt John twist into a standing
position behind her in the tub, never letting his rhythm falter, and
felt his strong hands firmly grasp her waist just above her jutting hip
bones. She felt her approaching orgasm building deliciously in her
womb, sending out tendrils of electricity throughout her body.
John slowly sped up his rhythm, keeping Danni's beautiful ass just at
the surface of the water so that the warm water of the hot tub
reinforced the slapping of their bodies. Pat scooted up a bit,
bringing her own generous breasts into the night air, and guided
Danni's lips to her nipples. Danni relaxed into the pillow of Pat's
breasts while John's intensity slowly built.
"Oh, oh ... that's it, right ... there," Danni moaned as John's hands
gently tilted her hips out of the water while he rose slightly on his
toes, so that his thick cock sawed firmly back and forth against her G-
spot. Her narrow torso now began to twitch and quiver as her orgasm
hurtled towards its climax. Her body was alight with an internal fire,
every nerve ending seemed to be sending glorious signals to the center
of her being, and she knew she was losing control of her body to the
increasingly violent twitches and shakes of her impending orgasm.
"That's it baby," cooed Pat in to Danni's ear as she caressed and held
the beautiful blonde's face to her breast. "Cum for us." With that,
Pat ran a finger along Danni's spine, not touching her gills, but her
feather light touch nevertheless caused Danni to go over the edge.
John held on for dear life as Danni thrashed out her passion in the hot
tub, water and cum spraying everywhere.
Danni rode out the orgasm, feeling her body clench and unclench with
blinding speed, shaking her to her core. She was dimly aware of John's
own orgasm as she felt her internal muscles clamp down on his thick,
hot cock, while he violently deposited his seed into her womb. So too
with Pat's nipple that she had bit down upon, which was now oozing a
whitish substance into her nearly unconscious mouth.
All she knew was bliss.
*****
Two days later, they found a boat on the other side of the island.
Pat had gone off on what she thought might be a final survey of the
island, feeling the increasing tug of the water on her heart. She
wanted to catalogue everything one more time. She also wanted to spend
some time alone, away from the stimulation and affection of John and
Danni. Oh, she enjoyed her time with them, but both she and Danni had
been oozing a milk-like substance from their otherwise unaffected
breasts for the past two days. After Danni had resumed conscious
control of her body, she kissed Pat and shared the sweet warmth that
had oozed from her own nipples. Later that same night when they
returned to their mountainside hut, John was reprising the position
with Pat on all fours, suspended above Danni, as Pat suckled Danni's
long nipples while John's thick and tireless cock brought Pat to a
shattering orgasm.
Danni had also produced the same milky substance as had Pat. They had
discovered that any suckling quickly produced milk from either girl,
and that nearly any sexual activity produced leakage >from their
breasts. And on the second evening, they discovered that repeated
orgasms reached while they sucked on one another's breasts would cause
their breasts to swell until milk would literally shoot from their
nipples as the girls shook with titanic orgasms.
John thought it was the coolest thing ever, and Danni had reveled in
this newfound facet of her still new femininity. Pat had enjoyed the
feelings of "cuming" from both her crotch and her chest, but suspected
that it signaled even more changes that were sweeping through their
bodies. Her suspicions were confirmed when John discovered that a cut
he barely noticed while gathering morning firewood was healed as he
suckled Pat awake that morning. They were producing "goop," more or
less, from their breasts.
The long walk around the island in the early morning had produced the
desired result in Pat. She was clear headed and calm, until she
spotted the boat. It was a luxury pleasure fishing craft, new, and
apparently undamaged, other than being stuck in the rocks a few meters
off shore, tilting at a slight angle away from the surf. She couldn't
see any people, but she knew better than to explore alone. She hurried
back to her side of the island.
*****
John and Danni were re-arranging supplies and food in the beach hut
when Pat returned, flushed but not over exerted despite having run
nearly two miles through the jungle.
"We have visitors," Pat announced.
"Where?" John asked, putting down the fish he was cleaning.
"Rocky Cove, due north," she answered using the names they had given to
the various parts of the island.
"How many?" Danni asked, brushing sand from her hands and knees as she
rose from the stack of palm fronds they had been drying for thatch.
"I don't know," Pat answered. "I didn't see any people, but the boat
look undamaged, other than being wedged in some rocks. But I didn't
get very close."
"That's a good thing. How far out is the boat?" asked John.
"It is about ten meters from the shore in about five meters of water,"
she said.
"The drop-off is fairly close to shore on the north side of the island,
so we could swim around the island and get right up to the boat without
being seen," John offered.
"We?" asked Danni.
"Yes, we," answered Pat with a smile. "We shouldn't separate
ourselves, and we can warn each other if we see any sign of guns or
ocean predators."
"You mean, like sharks?" worried Danni.
"Well, we've got to see how we do out in the open sea sooner or later,"
Pat said.
"We can take some knives," offered John as he strode to the hut and
unearthed one of their hidden store boxes. He returned with two small
knives and one large one that he strapped to his leg. The girls each
strapped a smaller one to their shapely legs, and they all surveyed the
beach and lagoon one more time.
Their quick scan of the camp showed that they had hidden or stowed most
of their most valuable equipment, and that they could easily access
various depots around their lagoon.
"Well, then ... let's do it," Danni agreed.
And the three of them plunged into the warm water of "their" lagoon.
They each immediately resumed the dolphin strokes that had propelled
them so efficiently when they were last in the water. John had to slow
down as his body was stronger and had less hair, though his was getting
long, and fewer protrusions, like breasts, that caused drag.
Nevertheless, they all made good progress, improving their strokes as
they went, so that by the time they reached the open water, their knees
hardly bent at all, but rather their entire bodies were undulating
through the water. They could easily talk, but they saved their energy
for swimming at top speed. They were snaking through the water with an
ease and grace that surprised each of them, and when they reached Rocky
Cove about twenty minutes later, they knew that they were each swimming
as fast as any Olympic swimmer, and entirely underwater. More
surprisingly, they were apparently unaffected by this extraordinary
effort.
*****
It was about noon when they spotted the stern of the boat, with its
large propellers visible in the surf as they hovered about five meters
below the surface of the water. "The Argo: Byron Bay, Australia," Pat
made out through the rough surf above. The hull looked intact, though
a good storm would pound the boat through the rocks and shatter it.
John took the lead, and swam up to the ladder and then slowly and
silently climbed up into the air.
He was unprepared for what he saw.
There was blood on the deck-a lot of blood on the deck.
"Stay down there for a moment, but keep scanning the shore and sea," he
told the girls. Then he clambered over the bulkhead and onto the deck.
The main cabin door was closed, but there was a bloody handprint on the
door. He picked his way across the deck and towards the cabin. He
peered in through the captain's window, and could see several shapes
slumped over the table, floor, and the lounge to the fore. This had
been a luxury-fishing vessel. He saw no sign of weapons, and so he
gently eased open the door.
It stopped against something heavy after only a few inches. He looked
through the crack and saw an arm, a male arm, covered in blood. He
pushed harder, and the arm moved. John pushed again, and the arm moved
some more, but the inert man was very large. He glanced inside the
cabin again, and saw that no one had moved. He wasn't sure any of them
were still alive, as there was a sickly smell coming from the now open
cabin door.
"Girls," he called out. "Come on up and give me a hand."
The three islanders stood unselfconsciously naked on the deck of the
fishing boat, their long hair sluicing water down their backs, their
bronze skin shining in the sunlight, their nearly perfect bodies moving
with grace and power. Together, the three of them pushed the door
open, and entered the cabin.
The stench was nearly overwhelming.
The large man was dead, but he was holding a gun. His face was bloated
with dehydration. There was another man, much smaller than the large
man at the door, who was tied to the table. He appeared to have been
beaten, but it looked as though he was still breathing, if barely.
Three other women were tied or handcuffed to chairs or the wall around
the cabin. Two women looked to be in their mid-fifties, while the
third looked to be a teenager who might have been attractive if she
hadn't also been beaten, and who knew what else. The all looked like
they were still breathing.
The girls quickly set to work at freeing the captives with their knives
while John stowed the gun behind a cushion and hauled the dead man out
onto the deck and heaved his body into the surf off the stern. When he
returned he found that the girls had been successful in their tasks.
"They are all still alive, but just barely," observed Pat as she
cradled the teen's head against her bosom.
"We need to get them off this boat and back to the cove," Danni said as
she eased the man's head to the floor, now that the ropes no longer
bound him upright against the leg of the table. None of the captives
seemed able to stir. "There doesn't seem to be any food or water in
this cabin."
"There is an inflatable dinghy on the bow of the boat," John observed.
"It looks sound, and we can haul them back in that."
While John freed the boat, Pat gave a quick search confirmed that there
was no water, no food, and no gas on the boat.
"It looks as though they had a Mexican Standoff and drifted into our
island," Pat concluded. "We can find out more if they ever regain
consciousness."
John tossed the dinghy over the stern and secured it to the bulkhead
while the girls lifted each of the unconscious humans out onto the
deck. One of the older ladies moaned briefly, but she didn't regain
consciousness. Pat went down to the boat as Danni and John lowered
each person down to her. She arranged first the two women, who were
the largest, on the bow and stern of the small craft, and then the
badly beaten man and the teenager in the middle.
Danni and John arched off the starboard side, gracefully slicing into
the water and popped up beside the dinghy. Pat slid off the dinghy and
joined them in the water. John took the bowline while each of the
girls rested their hands on the stern. They all put their heads down
into the water and started swimming.
It took them nearly an hour to get the boat back to the cove, and it
was good timing. Clouds were beginning to appear on the eastern
horizon, and Pat estimated that a storm of some size was heading their
way. It would probably reach them by evening.
*****
They simply dragged the inflatable up to the hut, which was only about
thirty meters from the beach. Once there, they eased each of their
patients into the hut and put a wet rag against each of their lips.
After about an hour of slowly soaking their lips in water, the first of
them stirred. It was the teenager.
The girl was a slightly built, blonde, with delicate elfin features
that were swollen by dehydration and starvation. She was only about 5'
2'', and slender. She looked like she could be a relative of the
middle-aged man, perhaps a daughter. He, on the other hand, was
average height and weight, just shy of six feet tall, but he shared the
same fine features around his eyes and nose. His hair was a light
brown, rather than the teen's blonde. The two older women were
attractive, in good shape, but thin and gaunt. They looked like they
had been starved for much longer than the girl or the man. They were
each about five foot 10 or 11 inches tall, and they had matching
haircuts-a pageboy that looked completely out of place in the tropics.
The teenager shifted again in her sleep, struggling towards
consciousness.
"Whuuu .... Whuuuu," she moaned.
"Water, dear?" Danni asked.
"Whuuree ummm eee," she croaked.
"You're safe," Danni reassured her, even as she raised a cup of water
to the girl's cracked lips. "No too much, just a little to get
started," she chided as the young girl hungrily reached for cup.
After about ten minutes, her eyes finally cracked open in the afternoon
shade of the hut. "Where am I?" she asked more clearly, in an
Australian accent.
"You're on an island in the South Pacific, one that had been used for
nuclear testing about fifty years ago," Pat answered gently stroking
her hair out of the girl's face. "We have been living here for a
little less than a year, I guess."
"Who?" the young girl asked, as she slurped another drink of water.
"I'm Pat," she said, "and this is Danni," indicating the woman who was
cradling her head.
"You're pretty," she whispered.
"Thank you, my dear," Danni smiled back at her. "So are you."
"No, I'm not," she whimpered as she screwed her eyes shut and buried
her head in Danni's lap. After a moment, she turned her head slightly,
and lifted her eyes to Danni's face, taking in the large protrusions
that partially blocked her view. She turned back to Pat and took in,
through her bleary eyes, Pat's beautiful form.
"You're naked," she whispered, surprised but not scandalized.
"Yes, we've found it easier that way," admitted Pat. "What's your
name, dear?"
"Phoebe," she said.
"Well, Phoebe. I suspect that you've had a very tough time recently,
and you'll need to sort some things out," Pat said.
"What about Uncle Pete," she asked.
"Uncle Pete," asked Pat as she pointed at the man who was still
unconscious against the far wall of the hut.
"Oh, poor Peter," Phoebe whispered, a tear squeezing from her eye. "He
tried so hard to stop them."
"Stop who?" asked Danni.
"Alberto ... " Phoebe started.
"Estanado," finished Danni to Pat's arched eyebrow.
"You know him," asked Phoebe, surprised.
"I had a run in with him myself," Danni admitted. "Were you guys ...
um ... doing anything ... illegal?
"No," Phoebe protested, coughing against her still dry throat. "Uncle
Peter would never do any such thing."
"The other two women?" Danni asked indicating the still unconscious
older women.
"I don't know," Phoebe reported. "They were on another boat when
Alberto pirated ours."
"The Argo?" asked Pat.
"Yes, that is my Uncle's boat," Phoebe explained. "He's a fairly rich
investor, and he often invites me to spend weekends with him." She
took another sip of water. "Will he be alright?"
"I hope so," Danni reassured her. "He is still breathing, but he's
taken a beating. We will have to be patient."
"Isn't there anything you can do for him?" Phoebe pleaded.
"We don't know," Pat said with a calculated eye towards Danni.
"How's it going in there?" asked John from outside the hut.
"We've got one awake, and three still recovering," answered Pat. "Why
don't you introduce yourself?"
John poked his head around the doorway and looked inside the slightly
crowded hut. "Hi, I'm John."
"Are you naked too?" asked Phoebe.
"Yea, sorry about that," John said sheepishly.
"No worries," Phoebe said lightly. "I often go to the nude beach at
home."
"You?" asked Danni.
"Yea, I'm nearly eighteen, and my parents don't mind," Phoebe reported.
"Well, then," said John stepping into the room, "I'm pleased to meet
you."
Phoebe drew a sharp intake of breath. Never before had she seen such a
magnificent work of manhood. John's tall and lean, cut form took her
breath away, and the six inches of relaxed man meat that swayed between
his legs was equally engaging. Pat and Danni shared a knowing smile as
they watched the young but injured girl attempt to sit up and
straighten her blouse. John reached down and shook her hand and as she
gave him a shy smile.
All this additional stimulation caused one of the women Pat had been
tending to moan softly into her wet cloth. Pat hurried over and
squeezed a few drops more into her mouth. The woman coughed softly,
and wheezed.
"Schtoop ieeet," she moaned. "Doonnnn oooch meeee."
"Hush, hush," Pat reassured her. "Alberto's gone and you're safe
here."
At the sound of the name that had tormented her for the past few
months, Gail's eyes shot open. She struggled to raise her head, but
could only lift it an inch or so up, before her weakened condition
forced her to give up.
"Whhhhheeeeeeerrrrrreeee mmmm eeeeee?" she asked.
"You're on an island, and you're safe," Pat stroked her hair away from
her face.
Over the next half hour, as the two women gained strength, the story
slowly emerged from Phoebe and Gail. Gail and her sister, Michelle,
had been missionaries in the Philippines when Alberto's men had
kidnapped them a few months ago. Michelle had fought against their
captors at every opportunity, with the result that most of the abuse
had been targeted on her, rather than Gail. Both women, however, had
been raped and used by countless men for several weeks, when they were
mysteriously transferred to The Argo about two weeks ago.
Alberto's men had pirated the ship that morning, and by noon two of
Alberto's henchmen had been assigned to take the boat and its three
female passengers to Thailand where the women would be sold into
prostitution, Peter was to have been killed at sea. However, the two
men fought over who should "deflower" the young Phoebe. Peter, who
spoke Spanish, had managed to sew distrust among them, keeping the two
men in a state of agitation, so that neither trusted the other enough
to spend time with Phoebe alone while the other one was to kill and
dispose of Peter. Gail and Michelle had been locked in a smaller
cabin.
Finally, the henchmen had traded gunshots, and the larger man survived
his wound. He had forced Peter and Michelle to cut up the body and
dump it over board, by holding Phoebe and Gail at gunpoint, and then
forced Michelle to tie up the others by threatening to shoot Phoebe,
and then he handcuffed Michelle as well. Then the large man had
repeatedly raped and beat Michelle in front of the others because she
had refused to obey him. When Peter protested, he beat him as well.
Two days later, the henchmen, whose name they never learned, only that
he was called Blade, began to act erratically, probably due to some
infections from his wound. By that evening, Blade was delirious on the
floor of the cabin, threatening to kill them all. Only Phoebe's gentle
promise of her virginity kept him from shooting everyone. Throughout
the night, the helm was unmanned, and the boat wandering aimlessly at
half throttle, with all the passengers trapped in the cabin.
Thankfully, Phoebe never had to make good on her promise, as the next
morning Blade was dead, but the boat was still running, and no one
could escape their bonds. Michelle had lost consciousness, and Peter
joined her that evening. Gail and Phoebe tried to keep each other
awake, and they made it through the second night. The next day, the
engine finally ran out of gas, and after three more days of drifting,
they had lost consciousness. They didn't know how long it had been
when John and the girls rescued them.
Pat concluded >from the story that Peter and Michelle were probably in
serious trouble and might not regain consciousness.
*****
The storm arrived as predicted, and the seven of them huddled safely in
the hut through the night. The next morning, after checking on their
patients, John jogged across the island to see if the boat had survived
the storm while Danni and Pat prepared breakfast. When John returned,
the three of them strolled down the beach, talking. The boat was gone
with out a trace, both Phoebe and Gail were doing much better, but no
improvement was visible in Peter or Michelle.
"I think we need to tell them about the goop," argued Danni.
"We still don't know them well enough," Pat countered.
"You didn't know me at all, and now look at us," Danni retorted.
"Danni may have a point," John offered.
"What do you mean by that?" Pat asked.
"I think there may be some bonding that goes along with the
transformations that we have experienced," John explained. "When I am
in the hut with Peter, I feel the twinges of that old worry, but not
nearly the way I did with Daniel."
"I forbid you to ever utter that name again," Danni chided.
"Noted," mused John as he gave her a kiss that stiffened her nipples.
"However, I think that like the fish, we might only need some sort of
harem for multiple males to peacefully co-exist. Peter could start a
new harem with Gail and Michelle, and we could adopt Pheobe."
"You're just eyeing that fresh young girl," teased Pat. "You pervert,
she's still a virgin."
"And you're not?" returned John.
"No comment," Pat grumped. "Besides, separating Peter and Phoebe would
be a genetic plus."
"Are we talking about babies?" asked John with a slight stutter.
"We don't have any birth control," Pat said steadily. "Both Danni and
I have had periods, and we have sex multiple times a day. I'd say it
was merely a matter of time."
"Oh, my god," John muttered. "I'm never having sex again."
"Don't bet on it," teased Danni as she rubbed her breast against John's
elbow. "I can barely control myself for half a day."
"I think Danni's right," Pat concluded. "We have changed so much, and
it seems to have Darwinian power behind it. If we don't have babies, I
think we'll go mad. Besides, we no longer need to produce the goop.
Danni and I are already doing it on our own, and I would bet that your
sperm produces similar effects on anyone who ingests it."
"So what should we do?" ask the stunned John.
"You and I should take Phoebe and Michelle, and Danni should go with
Peter and Gail," Pat said.
"Oh, I see," Danni said. "We each get an injured person, and one man
whom we then can focus on to build the new family. And in a few days,
when everyone is transformed, I can come back to you, and Michelle can
return to Peter and Gail."
"Right," said Pat. "We will always be our own family first."
"Um, don't I get any say in this?" asked John.
"No!" the two women said in unison as they turned back towards the hut.
"Darwinian forces indeed," John muttered under his breath. "The female
of the species is always the more powerful."
*****
Both Phoebe and Gail were shaken by the news Danni and Pat had shared.
But neither could ignore the steadily deteriorating conditions of both
Peter and Michelle. They all sat in silence while the two women tried
to absorb what their options were.
"You were both men?" asked Phoebe.
"Yes, we were," answered Pat.
"Would it work the other way?" Gail asked.
"I don't know," answered Pat. "But I should think so."
"How does it work?" asked Gail.
"I think you should explain more fully why you want to know before I
could explain to you how it might work," Pat said.
"Michelle was badly raped by many men," Gail said tearfully. "And
before she lost consciousness, she told me she wished she was a man."
"That's probably understandable, given what happened to her," offered
Danni.
"No, it's more than that," Gail continued. "Michelle was a lesbian, um
... who really resented being in a woman's body. Being missionaries
was one way of trying to avoid being a lesbian."
"And you?" asked Pat.
"I've never much thought about sex," Gail said, as though thinking
about it for the first time. "I was always so wrapped up in my
missionary work that I never gave it much thought. I think I'm
asexual."
"None of us were overly sexually active," warned Pat. "But since our
transformations, sex is a very important part of our lives."
"I thought as much," sighed Gail. "But some things are more
important."
"Like what?" asked John.
"I have to save Michelle's life," Gail said with a quaver. "I also
know that I can't go back to who I was. I don't believe in many of the
things and ideas I once did. Given all that has happened to me, I
guess I've learned that life comes at us with more surprises than
expectations. Everything I thought was true has been shown unreliable;
a loving god, changing sex, even breathing underwater! I am not going
to tell anyone ever again that I know better about life, God, or
whatever, than someone else."
"Good plan," said Pat gently. "I am not the person I once was. And
Danni, you can wipe that smirk off your face. I meant it
metaphysically, not just my gender."
"I knew what you meant," said Gail.
"Peter too," offered Phoebe.
"Peter too, what?" asked John.
"Peter was, or is, a cross-dresser, and I was one of the few people he
trusted enough to tell," Phoebe told her stunned listeners.
"You mean we finally have some people who might actually want to change
sexes, rather than accidentally?" observed Pat with some irony.
"Yes, really," Phoebe urged, her youthful eyes now shinning with hope.
"Peter would think that he had died and gone to heaven. He suffered so
much, not just lately, but his whole life. He's never married, but
he's so sweet. Please?" Phoebe pleaded.
Everyone's eyes turned to Pat.
"Right," she said. "So, we need either myself or Danni with each
group, and that means we should put Peter and Gail with me and John,
and Danni should go with Michelle and Phoebe. That way Michelle will
have the largest mass in the group, and Phoebe can help reinforce
Danni's female status."
"I think we should feed Peter and Michelle the last of the distilled
goop to speed their healing while you and Danni start Phoebe and Gail
on their first feedings," John offered. "That way, Michelle can walk
up to the mountainside hut, along with Danni and Phoebe, while the rest
of us stay at the beach. The close confines of the hot tub should both
mentally promote and physically ease Michelle's transition since she
will be in close quarters with two other women."
"Phoebe and Gail, I have to get your promise on something first," Danni
interjected.
They both nodded.
"When all is said and done, Michelle can be the leader of one family,
but I will return to John and Pat," Danni continued solemnly. "I've
come to realize that the two of them are the true love of my life."
There was an awkward silence.
"Danni, you have my promise," Gail said. "I will return to my sister,
as I will be too old to worry about children."
"Oh, I wouldn't go that far," Pat mused. "All three of us got younger
as we transitioned, so that now we appear to be the same age, more or
less. I'm pretty sure the same will happen to you."
"Even to me?" asked Phoebe.
"I can't be sure, but I don't think you'll get younger," Pat said
thoughtfully. "But you will change. We all have changed."
There was general agreement to John's plan, despite all the warnings
and worries, and so he ran to the mountainside hut to gather the last
of the distilled goop, while Pat took Gail into her lap and guided her
lips to her breasts. Danni moved Phoebe's head back so she could reach
the breasts that had dangled above her lips for most of the previous
evening.
"I've never done anything like this," Gail offered hesitatingly. "I'm
not sure that I can do it."
"Trust me," Pat said. "You will feel much better than you have ever
felt in your life, and it will allow all of us to survive together on
this island."
Phoebe, on the other hand, unhesitatingly took Danni's extended nipple
into her mouth and sucked earnestly. She was quickly rewarded with a
warm sweetness that seemed to seep quickly through out her entire body,
easing her aches and pains, and invigorating her tired mind and
muscles. Danni was overwhelmed with pleasurable feelings as she felt
Phoebe tug and pull at her breast, suckling on her expanding nipple.
She could feel her other breast expand in anticipation of it's use, and
loved the feeling of fullness that stretched across her chest.
Pat noticed the change in Danni's posture, her slightly open mouth, the
glazed look in her eyes. She reached down to her own pendulous breast
and pressed lightly under the nipple with her forefingers while using
her thumb to apply pressure from above, then pulling her breast outward
over Gail's fearful face. After several invigorating pushes and pulls
at her breast, she coaxed a few drops to appear on her large nipple.
Pat noticed the changes in her own breathing, not quite sexual, but not
NOT sexual either. Another sensuous tug and more drops appeared.
The frozen Gail watched in a mixture of horror and fascination as the
drops gathered above her face, collecting at the bottom of the
impressive bulge of Pat's breasts as white milk oozed down from her
nipple, where-after several more drops had collected- a large drop of
milky white substance detached and landed on Gail's parched lips.
The warmth and sweetness was a shock to her, but not nearly as shocking
as the instantaneous and steady rise of her own hand reaching to pull
the rest of that amazing breast to her lips. Pat saw that her first
drops had had the intended effect, and lowered her swelling breast to
Gail's lips. She nearly arched back in pleasure at the first powerful
contact as Gail sucked several inches of her breast into her mouth.
Pat held steady, quivering with pleasure but she did not pull her
breast from Gail's now eager mouth as she felt the milk gush from her
breast.
When John returned, Phoebe and Gail had fallen into a deep, healing
sleep; both of them having drained Pat and Danni dry. The girls took
the remaining canisters of the goop from John and poured a few drops
into Peter's and Michelle's lips. They then dabbed as much as they
dared on the visible wounds and bruises they could find on each of
their bodies, removing clothing as they went. Meanwhile, John gently
removed Phoebe's and Gail's clothing as they slept. Both Peter and
Michelle recovered enough consciousness to drink the remaining goop,
but as soon as they were alert enough to ask a question, they lapsed
into the same healing sleep that had claimed Phoebe, Gail, and Daniel.
*****
The next morning everyone was alert, awake, and naked. As Phoebe
gently walked the frail Peter towards the beach, she informed him of
all she knew. Gail did the same in the opposite direction for
Michelle. When everyone returned for the breakfast that Danni and Pat
had now prepared, most everyone's questions had been settled.
"Do you really think this will make me a man?" asked Michelle.
"Yes, we do," answered Pat. "But it may do more than that, as we are
not sure that our own changes are complete yet."
"You mean the mermaid thing?" asked Peter.
"Yes, though it is highly unlikely that we would simply morph into some
sort of fantasy creature as depicted in the movies," counted Pat.
"You look like fantasies to me," mused Phoebe as she admired Danni,
Pat, and John.
"It won't be easy for you, Michelle," offered Pat. "You'll have to
will yourself to change, I think. Yours may take longer than Peter's,
and we know how long his will take."
"We shall see," Michelle offered with grim determination. "You weren't
on that boat."
"Then, Michael," John said with compassion and surprised looks from all
as they heard the masculine version of Michelle's name, "I'll look
forward to having a teammate when trouble next arrives."
"You think they will be back?" asked Gail with fear in her voice.
"That scum has already deposited two cargos on this island in the last
few months," Michelle said evenly. "We will run into Alberto and his
men again. But the next time, things will be different ... really
different."
And with that "Michael" collected the supplies that their group was to
take up the mountain, and reached out to Danni and Phoebe. "Let's go,"
she said simply.
Gail started to say something, but a look from Michelle stopped her.
"Goodbye, Michelle," she said tearfully.
"Goodbye Gail," she said with determination. "I'll always be your
sibling. Soon, I'll be your brother." And holding the other two
girl's hands, she strode confidently up the hill.
*****
Peter was nearly as shy as Gail had been at his first "live" feeding,
but Pat was not in a patient mood.
"You've spent all morning telling me how lucky I am to be a woman, and
you won't take your lunch as you should," Pat demanded. "Look at Gail,
she's raring to go."
Gail was indeed eager to return to Pat's breasts. Her brief feeding
that morning was all that was necessary to convince her that the
changes that were headed her way were good. She felt better physically
and mentally than she had in years. It was as if the years were
melting way. Her own hands looked more firm and less wrinkled than
every before, and she could turn and swivel her hips more than she had
since she was twenty. She could even touch her toes!
Peter was puzzled by his reluctance. He intellectually knew what Pat's
breasts would do to him, or he at least believed what John and Pat had
told him. He should be eager to embrace this opportunity.
"Peter," interrupted John. "What should your new name be?"
"My new name," asked Peter.
"Yes, you're about to be a woman ... so what should we call you?"
repeated John.
Peter looked at the stunningly handsome John. All his life he hoped
for some man to call him Petra, and now one was asking him.
"Petra," offered Peter timidly. "I've always wanted to be called
Petra."
"After the Playboy model from the early 90s?" asked Pat. "Hey, I was a
guy once," she said to John's arched eyebrow.
"No, actually, I dreamed of that name years before she arrived on the
pages of Playboy, but for the last few years, I've fantasized about
having her incredible body," breathed Peter in a mixture of fear and
anticipation.
"Pat's is better," John said with a smile.
"Oh, I didn't mean, er," Peter stammered. "But there is a resemblance
between Pat and Petra."
"She was taller, and her face was more angular," Pat mused.
"Yes, but you're still beautiful," Peter argued.
"That's not what either of us meant," John assured him. "I was just
teasing. I think that Pat ought to help Gail along, while Petra
focuses on what I can do for her," John concluded while stroking his
cock to full attention.
"John, I think you may have something there," Pat mused as she saw the
change in Peter's/Petra's face. "In fact, it would give us good data
on the different effects of change agents; distilled goop versus
organically produced compounds, and female fluids v. male fluids."
Gail, seeing that Pat was now free from Petra's attentions, rose from
her bed to attach herself to Pat's breasts. Both women gloried in the
warmth and sensuousness that their coupling created.
Peter was stunned with himself. No, Petra, yes, she/he thought to
himself, I will become Petra. With that inner resolve, Peter crossed
the hut to where John was standing, and sank to "her" knees and looked
at John's magnificent cock eye to eye. With a sudden resolve, she/he
snared the cock in her lips and plunged it down her/his throat as far
as it would go. Her nose was buried firmly in the musky thatch of hair
that crowned John's cock, and she inhaled deeply. Almost at that same
moment, John's strong eruption splashed down her throat.
"Ah ... sorry ... oh ... my ... god ... there's something pushing me
... ah, ah, Oooooh," moaned John as an incredible orgasm ripped through
his crotch. Six, seven, eight pulses, each as rich and strong as the
first pulsed through his throbbing cock. Each pulse was met by an
equally eager Petra as she eagerly welcomed the salty goodness down her
throat. She wasn't sorry at all.
*****
Danni had been unsure, at first, if it would work, but now, on the
second morning, she had no doubts. Michelle/Michael had taken control
of the two of them from the start, eagerly dominating both of them, but
focusing her/his attention on Danni. She/he eagerly drank from Danni's
breasts, lapped up her cum from her multiple orgasms, and then eagerly
drank from Phoebe's quivering cunt as Phoebe suckled at Danni's flowing
breasts.
Michael could feel his manhood developing with each sexual act. He
remained ruthlessly focused on his physical journey, and it was easier
and easier with each passing moment. He could feel his body shifting,
his shoulders expanding, his hips narrowing, and his bulk increasing as
he drank from Danni's breasts and cunt. All three of them ate
ravenously from the store of dried fruits and fish, along with fresh
fruit when Danni stumbled into the jungle to find some, drained as she
was by Michael's intense efforts to change his sex. Michael seemed to
benefit most from the fresh fruit, but more importantly, his growing
size helped him focus on developing more power, more presence, and more
stamina as both ladies pushed him to satisfy their own steadily
increasing needs.
Phoebe was surprised by the changes Danni's milk caused. She was
maturing quickly, her figure was filling out in all directions at once.
She gained a few inches in height, her hair lengthened, her bust
expanded, and her waist narrowed. Her hips became wide and womanly, no
longer the slender, boyish hips of youth. Her nipples darkened and
expanded, and her orgasms, as compared to the few she experienced
previously, deepened and lengthened until she was truly a sexual
creature equal to Danni. She was still a virgin, however.
Phoebe loved nuzzling with Danni, but she was growing increasingly
eager to actually have sex with Michael. She enjoyed the frantically
forceful attempts by Michael to penetrate her with his slowly
developing cock, and she knew that such prolonged attempts were
important to prompting Michael's transformation. She enjoyed the
stimulation, but she wanted more. So far, it was still only a large
clit, not the mature male penis she now craved. She watched with
fascination as Michael slowly transformed from a middle-aged woman into
a young, strong, and handsome male.
Later that second day, Phoebe was latched onto his still tiny cock-
ette, as Michael drank from Danni's breasts, when he had his first
intimations of a male orgasm. The nearly tasteless ejaculate was
nevertheless sweet victory for all concerned. Phoebe wanted Michael to
finish his transformation as much as Michael did. Despite her desire
for Michael, she secretly still fantasized about John. Michael had
gained some height, he was now about 6' 1", but he was not going to be
as tall and broad as John. He probably wouldn't be as large "down
there," she suspected, either.
The three of them had talked about what would happen when Michael and
Phoebe were finished transitioning the next morning, since Michael
seemed to be following the "normal" three-day period of transformation.
Danni warned them that she would return to the beach, as she was eager
to return to Pat and John. She told them that they would have the next
morning to discover what it was to lose their virginity to one another.
She made them promise to be slow and gentle with one another, but from
the looks in both their eyes, such advice was likely to be ignored.
They burned with lust for one another.
On the third morning, Michael was complete and Phoebe was no longer a
child. Their ages equalized to the early mid-twenties, and Michael
reveled in the feelings of youth and power that now flowed through his
transformed body. The previous Michelle flexed himself before the same
mirror that Patrick had once appraised himself of the changes his body
was undergoing. He was about 6' 1" tall, muscular but not heavily
muscled, almost no body hair, with dark grey eyes, jet-black hair, and
a strong jaw. His pageboy had grown out somewhat, and now looked more
appropriate, more masculine, almost romantic, Michael thought. He
could see the generous curves of Phoebe under the covers of the bed in
the reflection of the mirror, and he gloried in the rising of his first
true hard on. It felt great, so strong, so stiff, and so virile. He
practiced making it jump up and down, enjoying the air as it rushed
past his sensitive head.
Phoebe watched with anticipation as Michael rose from the bed to check
himself out in the mirror. Danni had stumbled down the mountain late
last night, literally drained in her efforts to feed the both of them
enough milk and cum to effect their transformations. As she lay there,
pretending to be asleep, Phoebe thought that Michael was nearly the
equal of John, but there was something she couldn't resist about that
first moment she had seen John. Despite that strong memory, nothing
was going to stop her from making love to Michael. Phoebe snuck a
glance at her newly matured body, and reveled in her womanly curves.
Her breasts had expanded to a full C cup, and her nipples were thick
and chewy like Pat's. Her waist was narrow, and her hips were wide,
while her pale skin and blonde hair in her crotch testified to her
elfin features and Nordic coloring. Phoebe's breath gathered ragged
steam as she set her sights on Michael's rising cock.
Michael turned from the mirror and caught Phoebe's eyes. He returned
to the bed and lay down behind her, spooning her with his newly rampant
cock pressing into the small of her back. Phoebe closed her eyes,
taking in the sensations slowly: Michael's breath was warm and moist on
her neck, their legs were tangled together, his arm loose around her
waist. Phoebe slowly slid her hand down to his and brought it up to
lightly cup her heaving breast.
She snuggled deeper into him, breathing in his masculine scent, feeling
his cock throb against her back. Michael savored the feminine
sweetness of Phoebe's neck and hair as she slowly moved her hips back
against him. She felt herself getting wet. His hand began to lightly
squeeze her breast, her nipple hardening against his palm. His tongue
slid out along her neck, tasting, teeth nibbling. Phoebe felt a
spreading of her juices along her thighs as he slide his torso lower,
allowing his hardness to slip down between her now moist thighs.
Michael marveled at how rough his own hand felt against Phoebe's soft
and smooth skin as he splayed across her stomach, holding her still, as
he slowly slide into her. Her hotness was also a surprise, and he
gasped with the newness of the sensation.
Phoebe's head pushed back against his neck, her face turning toward his
to look into his eyes, as she felt every inch as he slowly entered her
tight channel. They kissed as he gently but forcefully pushed past her
maidenhead. Michael gasped again as he felt Phoebe's muscles flex
tight around his thickness as he buried himself deep inside her, even
as their mutual moans vibrated inside his mouth.
"That didn't hurt as much as I thought it would," Phoebe panted in
between kisses.
"I remember ... remember, " Michael asked, kissing her back.
He lifted his head to watch Phoebe's face while he slowly pulled back
out, gliding smoothly inside her. She nodded her understanding as she
closed her eyes again so she could concentrate on the delicious
feelings caused by his slow but steady pumping. His hand slid down her
belly to her swollen lips, his fingers against her clit matching the
slow, smooth rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of her. Yes,
Michael understood the needs of a woman, but now he loved the feelings
of confidence and control that coursed through him as he played
Phoebe's body like a master musician. After one long thrust into her,
Phoebe's hand shot back over his thigh, holding him tight against her
quivering hips.
They lay still for several minutes, breathing deeply, until she calmed.
Then they resumed the steady rhythm of his hips sliding his hardness
slowly in and out of her tight, wet hole with long, slow thrusts. His
lips moved against her shoulder and neck, kissing, biting, tasting her
skin. Her hand rubbed against the back of his thigh, caressing his
strong muscles with her fingers, clenching as the bulbous head of
Michael's cock brushed her G-spot. Their soft moans filled the morning
air.
He licked down her neck, biting her gently along the way to her
shoulder, moving his hips a little faster, a little harder, thrusting
faster, harder inside her, as he felt her grip him tighter, getting
wetter. His fingers against her clit matched the rhythm of their hips.
Her grip on his thigh grew tighter, her hips pushing back against him,
trying to force his thrusting deeper.
Phoebe arched her neck, kissing Michael along his jaw, trying to
consume this man who was making her feel such wonderful feelings. She
reveled in his rough hands as he slid them down her soft and rounded
thigh, lifting her leg back over his narrow hips. Her body rolled
slightly, her left breast now up thrust, young, and firm, shaking with
each stroke. Their breathing matched the quickening rhythm of their
hips. Their lips crushed together again, tongues twisting, hot and
wet. Phoebe hungrily sucked his tongue into her mouth, her teeth
scraping against it. Then his lips slid against the front of her
throat as he shifted his body above hers.
Phoebe countered by turning fully on her back, both breasts firm and
quivering, reaching up towards Michael's swaying chest. His cock
slowly pulled almost out of her as he raised her leg above him to lay
it gently on his shoulder. He lifted her other leg to his other
shoulder so that her knees were pressed into her breasts. Her hands
reached up to cup his cheeks. Phoebe watched his face as he positioned
himself above her, his body warm as he lowered it to hers. Whimpering
with need, Phoebe pulled him down into a hungry kiss, his tongue
sliding inside to taste her passion and urgency.
Michael slid his hands under her arms to wrap around the tops of her
shoulders, tightly holding her in place, feeling the beginnings of his
first male orgasm, as he began to thrust harder, deeper inside her
yielding flesh. He knew he needed to be in control, but it was so
hard, so hot, so powerfully overwhelming. He could taste her smell,
feel her whimpers, and taste her raw need. It was the most
intoxicating moment he had ever felt.
Her muscles squeezed around him, and she was getting wetter, her orgasm
also building, her internal muscles clenching him tightly inside her.
Phoebe's hips rose up to meet his, thrust for thrust, her muscles
flexing around his cock as the first wave hit her hard. Crying out,
her body arched up into him, her hips bucking as Michael thrust hard
and deep inside. Michael's cock seemed to stretch and grow even
further as her muscles clench tightly around him. But he remained in
control.
As Phoebe came down, he gently kissed her, nibbling her lips. He had
been patient. Now, it was his turn. Phoebe sensed his need as she ran
her hands through his hair, holding his head, deepening the kiss, their
tongues thrusting, their muffled moans filling each other's mouth.
Phoebe felt him inside her, stretching her, filling her, getting
harder, thicker, as his orgasm built. Her whimpering became nearly
constant. Michael's hips slammed into hers with long, hard thrusts,
pushing her deep into the mattress. Their eyes locked on each other,
her nails biting into his upper arms, Phoebe cried out again. Her legs
shaking against his shoulders as her second orgasm seized her to her
core. Her muscles clamped tightly around his glorious cock, clenching,
milking, pulsing, until Michael could hold back no longer. Phoebe felt
him start to cum, shooting stream after stream inside her. Michael
roared as he filled her, thrusting deep and hard, as he emptied himself
into her.
They both lay, stunned, at the feelings they had experienced.
*****
Petra had taken some of Pat's milk, and even tried licking her cum, but
it was cock that she really wanted. After that first time, Petra held
firm the vision of the woman he wanted to become, and after several
more "feedings" from John during that first day; she knew she was well
on her way.
By the second morning, Gail had regressed to her early thirties, more
or less, and was filling out her gaunt and haggard frame. Her hair had
turned a jet black, and her eyes were a light blue, almost aquamarine.
The effect was stunning. She had never had an orgasm before her
encounter with Pat, and now she couldn't get enough. Although she had
started by suckling at Pat's magnificent breasts, she loved lapping at
her sweet, hot, cunt. Pat assured her that any sexual fluid would
probably work, and so they made it an experiment. Petra could drink
from Pat's breasts while Gail lapped at Pat's cunt, and John would
slowly fuck Gail from behind, completing the sexual circuit.
John would save his orgasm, however, for the insatiable Petra. She had
taken Pat's advice on the speed with which changes would occur, and
focused her oral attentions on John's magnificent Johnson. Throughout
the second day, Petra could feel herself not only getting younger and
more flexible, but also reshaping her body into something approximating
her ideal woman.
It was her later afternoon feeding, she called it, pulling John up onto
the beach where she and Gail had been floating in the water, trying to
sooth their aching bones that were shifting and growing or shrinking.
Petra was shrinking in some areas, but growing in others. Her arms,
ribs, and feet noticeably shrank, while her hips exploded outwards and
her legs lengthened. Her hair grew at an astounding rate, and even her
nipples had dramatically changed. As she sank to her knees before
John's ever ready cock, she was very much aware of how much she had
changed.
Hers was now a classic hour-glass figure, and truth be told, she really
did look like the Playboy original. She had only lost an inch or so,
so she was probably the same height as the other Petra, and her
shoulders were still broad when compared to Pat and Gail. But her back
was dramatically feminine, and her ass that she settled over her feet
was high and heart shaped. Her brown hair had thickened and now
cascaded over her neck and upper shoulders. She slurped John into her
mouth, and working with her customary efficiency, she brought him to
the brink quickly. She squeezed the base of his cock, however, holding
off the inevitable for just a bit while she smiled up at him.
"How am I doing?" she teased.
"Petra," groaned John, "if you don't finish me off, you'll get tossed
out to sea for bait."
"Why would you do that to me," she cooed. "Don't you like my little
titties?"
"I'm going to bet that they won't stay little long, but not if you
don't ... oh, god, please," he sighed. "Not if you don't actually
swallow my cum, you know."
"Oh, I know," she giggled. "I just want to savor it." And with that
she plunged her mouth over his cock and released her grip. John almost
fell to the ground in his release.
By the evening feeding, Petra's breasts had started in earnest, growing
to a B cup, and Pat and John agreed that even though Peter hadn't
started out looking anything like Petra, she had nevertheless blossomed
in the transformation. Pat predicted that by morning Petra, if they
ever got off this island, would be the twin of the original.
Petra lay among the tangled limbs of Gail, Pat, John, and herself,
slowly stroking her growing breasts. After the "late evening feeding"
they had grown even more, and were now past a C cup, with large chewy
nipples, smaller than Pat's but getting there. She looked to be in her
twenties, and so did Gail, whose breasts were gently pressed into her
arm as she slept next to her. Gail's jet-black hair, aristocratic good
looks, and lanky body thrilled her. She and Gail were exactly the same
height, about 5' 10'' or 11'' the two tallest women on the island,
unless Phoebe had grown significantly in her change. They would find
out tomorrow, as everyone should be done changing.
Petra stroked her nipple to tightness, marveling at the sensation of a
tight bud of passion quivering several inches off her ribs. She and
Gail had experimented for the first time in between the two evening
feedings. Her cock had disappeared by noon, and her womb had appeared
late in the afternoon, but her birth canal and final arrangement of her
internal organs were not yet complete. Tomorrow morning, she thought
eagerly, even as she savored the feelings of being the exact same
height as the beautiful Gail, their breasts pressed into each other's,
while Petra expertly brought her to multiple orgasms. Sleep came
slowly.
*****
Gail knew she was done, and she was satisfied. Hell, she was thrilled.
She appeared to be in her early twenties, had luxurious, jet black hair
that curled down to her ass, large firm breasts, between a C and D cup,
with nicely shaped nipples that puckered across the entire areolas,
rather than just the nipple. Her nipple erections looked like small
funnels perched on her round and full breasts, but the nipple itself
only stuck out slightly from the surrounding erection. She liked it.
It made her different from Danni, in addition to being a half a foot
taller, who had returned in the middle of the night to burrow in
between the sleeping Pat and John. She knew their bond was special,
but it still made her feel excluded.
As she stretched in the morning sun, she reflected on the times had
enjoyed her time with both Pat and Petra, and the occasional romp with
John, but she really wanted to see Michael. She ached to see that the
pain her sister had suffered was now eased by his hoped for
transformation. The pure sexual energy that arose in her body as she
imagined him also surprised her, but she welcomed the naughty
implications. Yes, she was no longer the same woman she had been.
She decided, therefore, that Michael was going to be her first, sort
of, now that she was complete, or as complete as possible. She lacked
gills, but Pat assured her that in a few weeks, she would develop them
as well. She walked along the beach in the early morning light,
determined to let Petra discover herself with Pat, Danni, and John.
She would wait for Michael.
*****
Petra awoke with a slight shiver. Unlike the previous two mornings, no
other body was pressed against her. Danni had returned in the night,
and Pat, Danni, and John were entwined in a sleeping tangle of which
she had no part. Gail was gone from the hut, and she imagined that
Michael, whatever he looked like now, and Phoebe were now enjoying the
fruits of transformation. She wished her niece well.
She sat up and took stock of her situation. She was complete, she
knew, and like her niece (or so she still supposed, it WAS early after
all), she was a virgin. Her long hair reached down to the small of her
back, and it was thick and strong while still being soft and silky.
Her waist was narrow and slender, and her long, very long legs
gracefully extended beyond her shapely waist. Her breasts were larger
than Pat's, and she gloried in their heavy weight, their tug at her
collarbones and pectoral muscles. There was no ignoring Petra's
breasts. They were enormous, double D or better.
She shook her shoulders just to feel them move, and then brought her
hands up to the generous undersides of her breasts. She hefted each,
feeling their weight, and sighed as her nipples tightened up with
excitement. She was powerfully horny, but she didn't want to wake
anyone. She couldn't stop stroking herself, pulling at her enormous
breasts, feeling the sweet sensation of her nipples hardening in the
morning air. She could feel her now complete pussy ooze her juices
onto her thighs and butt.
She reclined back down with a soft sigh, one hand on a breast, the
other buried in her crotch. The smell of her arousal was overwhelming.
Pat woke up first, and recognized the smell of Petra. She gave John a
nudge with her hip as she slid over to the reclining Petra to suckle on
her free breast. Petra gasped as Pat's soft lips captured her other
nipple, pulling her breast into the air with power and passion. Petra
arched her back into Pat's ministrations, pushing her generous breasts
into the air. She soon felt John's powerful presence between her legs,
putting his hands over her fingers as she stroked herself, making
sloshing sounds with her labia and clit.
Danni gently lifted her hand from Petra's other breast, and joined Pat
in a vigorous sucking of her breasts. She was delirious with pleasure.
She brought both her hands to the backs of each girl's head,
encouraging their morning ministrations on her soft, sensitive breasts.
She barely noticed John repositioning himself between her legs, and she
didn't notice his gentle guidance of her knees as he spread them
further apart. Nor did she realize that her labia had "popped" as she
spread her legs, opening herself to John's ready weapon. She was
enjoying the feelings of her breasts being kneaded, suckled, pulled,
and stroked by two experts in breast play.
Suddenly, her world exploded. John's thick, strong cock pushed inside
the newly formed birth canal that Petra now possessed, eased by her
steady flow of juices and aided by her own tilt of her pelvis to accept
this large intruder. John met the resistance of her hymen, and pulled
back slowly, rotating his hips, and letting his bulbous head twist in
the entrance to her cunt. She was wild with need.
"Damnit, will you put it in," she demanded.
"You have to ask nicely," Pat advised, lifting her mouth from Petra's
stiff nipple.
"Oh, my fucking god, will you please fuck me," Petra wailed.
"Anything my lady asks," John answered as he powered past Petra's brief
virginity and sank to his hilt.
"Ohhhhhh," Petra moaned in pain and satisfaction. "Again."
John withdrew, and slammed it home a second time.
"Again," whispered Petra with less force and more need.
John complied, again , and again, and again ... until Petra lifted her
legs around John's hips, and clenched his back as she shuddered through
her first female orgasm. The feeling of the sweaty bodies writhing and
rubbing through her climax was incredible. She didn't think she could
maintain consciousness, but she hung on.
When she was done shaking, Danni, Pat, and John collapsed onto
themselves, and Petra couldn't tell who was doing what to whom. She
decided to leave them to their reunion, and shakily got to her feet.
She found Gail outside the hut enjoying the morning sun and sat down
beside her.
"They are having fun," she observed with irony as the moans and giggles
floated past them as they sat naked and beautiful in the morning sun.
"Yes," Gail offered without turning her head from the east where she
watched the sun rise over the left arm of the lagoon. "We will have
our own family when Michael returns."
What surprised Petra was the fact that she actually felt a twitch in
her cunt when Gail said that. She looked at Gail's dark, severe
beauty, with her jet-black hair, her tall and strong figure, and her
sinewy muscles. Yes, Gail was beautiful and compelling, and they were
nearly the same height and size, Petra's stunning breasts were larger
than Gail's, but Petra had no idea what Michael might look like, or how
he would act. John was attractive, but there didn't be the same zing
as Danni and Pat seemed to have for him ... or Phoebe, if she was
honest with herself.
"When Michael comes down, I want you with me," Gail said, still without
turning. "It will be my first time, and I want you there."
"Why," Petra asked.
"Because you tried to save us," Gail answered, turning to Petra. She
reached out and pulled Petra into a kiss, and when they broke, with
eyes shinning, she continued, "and because you are beautiful to me ...
inside and out."
"You're beautiful to me too," Petra said. "I just tried to be as
strong as you and Michelle."
"Michael," Gail answered with anticipation. "Besides, I want to make
love to Michael in the water, not a prostitute's bed, and I'll need
someone to hold my head above water."
*****
It was shortly after breakfast when Michael and Phoebe arrived. Pat,
Danni, and John returned to the hut as Gail and Petra cleaned up, but
they came back out when they heard Gail's and Petra's squeals of joy as
Michael and Phoebe emerged from the jungle onto the beach. The two
tall dark haired ravens had tackled the equally tall and dark Michael
at the edge of the beach and dragged him down to the water. Soon the
three of them were locked in a passionate embrace that clearly spoke of
a new bonding emerging.
Phoebe looked a bit lost as she watched the young man who had so
recently taken her virginity cavort in the water with the two women who
towered over her.
"Hey, what's up?" asked Danni as she slipped an arm around Phoebe while
admiring the work the changes had done upon her.
"I thought it would be more ... something different," she whispered,
still watching Gail, Petra, and Michael.
"Those two Amazons want a man who is the same size as they are," Pat
giggled as she took Phoebe's other side. "I saw the way that you
looked at John the first time you looked at him."
"Yea, and I saw the way that you looked at her," teased Danni.
"Your point?" asked Pat.
"Can I help it if I like my men tall and my women my height," she
protested even as she raised herself on tippy toes to be the same
height as Phoebe and Danni.
"Did you guys really do that," asked Phoebe incredulously.
"Yea, we did," answered Danni as she pulled Phoebe into a kiss that
reached her bronchial passages.
*****
Two months later, they were all floating in the sand bowl out in the
middle of the lagoon, waiting out a terrible storm that lashed the
surface above them. Their family units, or pods as they jokingly
called themselves, had solidified into two groups: John with Pat,
Danni, and Phoebe, and Michael with Gail and Petra. Everyone had
developed gills, and they were all accomplished swimmers and
hunter/gatherers. They spent most of their time in the ocean,
venturing around the island from time to time, hoping to spot Alberto's
men before they themselves were spotted.
They mixed their time between land and sea, and no further changes had
yet been experienced, though Phoebe had noticed that John's, Pat's, and
Danni's hands and feet had started to show signs of webbing. None of
the others noticed, however, and so she kept it to herself.
The women of each pod found themselves on slightly different but
unified cycles, Phoebe having merged with Pat and Danni's regular
cycle, and Gail and Petra following in near perfect symmetry about two
weeks later. Michael and John were able to function quite easily as
long as they each had one of their "own" women with them, but they grew
tense and aggressive when it was the two of them and a single woman.
The girls figured out how their sexual systems worked, and simply
arranged for someone to be with their man whenever a group meeting was
needed or desired. For the most part, each pod kept to itself.
"This is the biggest storm we've seen since we got here," Pat observed.
"Yes, and who knows what it might wash ashore," John said ominously.
*****