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Sailors in Silk, Chapter 4B - By: Beverly Taff List of Girl's names: (To help the Author's memory.) Elizabeth; My friend Azure; The Berber lady. Najanga; An African Chief's daughter rescued from the slave ship. Ongola; Another girl rescued from the slave ship. Obengi; Another girl rescued from the slave ship. Axetl. Azure's apprentice in the ship's pharmacy. Eventually, Timothy confirmed that we were South of Rio de Janeiro. Carefully we felt our way along the latitude until we located the southern coast of Brazil. We achieved this more by smell and watching for birds than by any skill at determining our longitude. Each night we would tack north nor' east and south sou' west to avoid fetching up on the shore in the dead of night. In the dark days of the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries, Brazil's coast was pitch black and dangerous. Early one evening, just as the light was failing, we spotted the faint shapes of the coastal hills. We stood off until the next morning then carefully felt our way inshore. As we approached the rocky coast, we reefed most of the sails and despatched the whaler to investigate inshore. With her handy gaff rig and shallow draught, she was the perfect craft for investigating every likely looking opportunity. We finally found a safe deep sheltered bay with a good lookout position on a high promontory that extended seawards in a deep circular arc that protected and hid the secret bay. From seaward, the bay and our anchored ship were totally invisible to other passing ships. We knew there was little likelihood of any shipping passing so close inshore for the promontory pushed a long jagged toe far out into the ocean. From offshore, the shoreline looked like a deadly cauldron of rocks and breaking surf as the rolling ocean breakers thundered and smashed against the extended reef. We were overjoyed at our newfound bay. It was deep, isolated, and blessed with good holding mud to secure our anchor. It would make a perfect anchorage and yet we were at least a mile away from the encircling shore in all directions. This would at least protect us from any swamp fevers or agues that the great jungle was known to harbour. The first people to go ashore were Timothy, Azure and six girls crewing the whaler. They returned with several small kegs of clear fresh water from an excellent stream and several interesting looking fruit. "What d'you think?" Asked Elizabeth. "The beach was deserted but there were signs of life," observed Timothy. "We found a deserted camp, some fire ashes by the stream and evidence of hunting." "White men?" I asked. "No. Some of the African girls recognised the hunting techniques. They say it's the work of poison. They've seen such techniques before but they prefer not to use them. There's no evidence of metal spears or knives but there were several simple traps. No shoe prints, only bare feet. We think it's only local jungle dwellers." "Any danger?" asked David. "There's always danger," cautioned Azure. "They are afraid of us and we should be afraid of them. Some of the dead carcasses were unmarked and the animals had just lain were they fell without any signs of a struggle. Their hunting poisons must be very powerful. If we just leave some valuables for them tonight then the gifts might make them understand that we wish them no harm." "What sort of gifts d'you suggest?" I asked Azure. "A couple of knives left by the campfire ashes, some bags of salt and perhaps, a mirror." There was a general murmur of discontent about leaving a mirror. We were all girls or at least girlish. Mirrors were scarce aboard our ship. Azure held up her hand and explained. "We've got plenty of knives so a couple won't be missed. They will be more than pleased with the knives but they will come to know we hold knives cheap. That will mean our gifts to them are worthless to us and that shows disrespect to them. Once they know we are all girls they will know we hold mirrors very dear. They will recognise that if we give them a mirror we are giving them something we hold valuable and showing them respect. It will form a better friendship and show that we value that friendship." There was a soft, reluctant sigh of agreement from all of us. The last thing we wanted was enmity with the local tribes. Reluctantly we parted with a mirror, two knives and a small bag of salt. The following morning, we returned to find a fresh carcass of some sort of pig and a long tube with some strange darts. We did not immediately recognise it as a blowpipe but one of the darts was set apart and coated in a brightly coloured yellow and black paste. Beside it was a dead snake ceremoniously twisted around a sharp, burnt stick. We were unsure about the carcass and the blowpipe was completely inexplicable. However, the same pair of African girls immediately recognised the vivid yellow and black paste as danger and only just prevented David from picking up the dart. "No! No!" squealed Najanga as she realised why the girls had acted so. "Bad medicine!" She took a stone and hurled it at the poisoned dart just as David was about to touch it David's hand whipped back like lightening and Azure screeched a warning. "It's black and yellow, those are the jungle's warning colours! Think about wasps and hornets!" "Hell, d'you think they were trying to poison us?" I cursed. "No of course not. They are telling you this is poison. Look, the snake must be a sign for poison or poison and the colours mean danger. They are telling us that they have poisons and can protect themselves. They don't mean any harm. I think the pig is a gift." "Well d'you think we should eat it?" I asked. Azure thought for a moment then frowned as she explained her idea. "We can make a start at cooking it. If they smell us cooking it, they will know we at least trust their gift of the pig." "And who's going to eat the first bite," demanded Elizabeth. "It could still be poisoned." "They can. Once they smell us cooking, they might come to investigate. If they do come, we can offer them a piece of the pig. If they refuse, it will be a significant sign. You can bet they are just inside the trees watching us. If we light a fire and make a show of preparing the pig we will have time to see what they do. Let's all take our tops off and they will see that we are girls. That should reduce any threat." "They might think it's an invitation for an orgy or something," cautioned Elizabeth, "and anyway, what about Madeline? Despite her pretty face and slender build, she has no tits" "She'll pass at a distance," observed Azure, "she may not have tits but she looks like a lady in that blouse, chemise and skirt. She can leave her chemise on and her skirt will hide her other charms." We voted on Azure's ideas and she won the vote. The African girls had a fire going in no time and soon the scent of roast pork was wafting up the beach towards the trees. The smell was so appetizing that Najanga threw caution to the wind and took a bite. She had been eating slave ship rations on the slaver, and mostly salt beef on our pirate ship. The temptation for some fresh tasty meat proved just too much. We all watched her for any reactions but nothing seemed to happen. We debated if the poison might be slow acting but our fears were answered when two individuals emerged from the jungle and stopped at the edge of our camp. Cautiously we held our arms open and showed we had no weapons then Najanga approached them. They recognised her female form and started arguing amongst themselves but nervously held their ground. Najanga stopped a few feet from them and offered them some of her pork as she delicately nibbled at the tasty joint. I was amazed at Najanga's brilliant pantomime to demonstrate trust and friendship. Cautiously the pair extended their hands, took the meat, sniffed it then happily stuffed it into their mouths. Trust had been established and the men cautiously stepped into our circle. Their first reaction was to immediately grope our tits as though to confirm that we were all women. We were all quite startled at first for we did not realise it at the time that this particular tribe used tit groping as a form of greeting. We learned later that it was the method where men demonstrated that they recognised the other party as a women thus treating them differently (and to our surprise, deferentially.). Later we learned that when the women collectively met some men they also groped the men in an equally personal place to reciprocate that they recognised each other's sex and therefore did not attack each other. I demurred from the 'tit groping', and they must have realised that I was therefore not a woman. They did not attack me but they were distinctly suspicious of me. Najanga recognised the hostility so she decided to demonstrate that we were 'an item'. She stepped towards me, then clasped her arms around me and kissed me passionately. Then she proudly stripped off her tight silky breechcloth and proved her status beyond doubt. The men concluded that Najanga was 'my wife' and their eyes widened into a smile. Provided they did not come between us, no offence would be caused. They immediately settled by our fire. Several of the other girls demonstrated their female condition by stripping naked and the men's eyes widened in puzzlement. It was obvious that they were wondering where our men-folk were. We decided to let them wonder. After we had finished eating the pig, we traded two more knives and they showed us how the blowpipes worked. The offered us another pipe then we returned to our ship. The two men returned to the forest and we waited for the morrow. Through the night, we kept a careful vigil but our fears proved unfounded. The following morning we returned ashore and relit the fire. Soon about twenty men women and children emerged from the forest carrying two small deer, another pig and the mirror we had donated the previous day. We demonstrated our thanks for the meat and quickly befriended their womenfolk as we shared giggles of delight in the mirror. Eventually, the meat was cooked and they produced several strange vegetables and fruits. Eagerly we guzzled the fresh food whilst the mirror was passed around from woman to smiling woman. Female vanity can be a double-edged sword. Amongst so called 'friends' it can raise feelings of enmity and jealousy but amongst new acquaintances it can be the fastest icebreaker on the planet. The mirror, and a couple of bolts of bright colourful satins and silks soon had the women smiling and posing at their reflections. I had to confess that their men-folk were not far behind in admiring themselves in the mirror. As the morning drew on we received a second delegation of what were obviously tribal elders. Now Azure really proved her worth. We settled down around the fire and Azure worked heroically to learn the first simple words. Names proved easy, and then by evening, she had a comprehensive understanding of the essential nouns and pronouns and some basics like water, meat, fire and some of the animals we were eating. We returned to our ship each with our different learned words and carefully assimilated our collective dictionary. Within a week we had assimilated deep into the tribe and developed a firm friendship. Azure was exchanging medical knowledge with their tribal shamans and visiting the jungle to collect the millions of different plants. After a month, our ship was ready for sea again. Hard teak and mahogany planks had replaced the damaged Spanish oak planks and our sails were properly repaired. Our water hogs-heads were full of sweet clean water and we had plenty of fresh meat and fruit. This food was stored dipped in some strange fruit juices and wrapped up in some strange leaves. To our amazement, the meat and vegetables remained fresh for several months inside the pots of fruit juice. Provided they were kept covered by the juices and not exposed to the air they remained beautifully fresh. Another popular treat was jungle honey and we had several large pots stored by the galley. Azure had a huge collection of herbs, potions and medicines that had almost turned the ship's forward hold into an apothecary. Each bundle or pot had Azure's own Arabic labels and a description of its function. In return we had left knives, cooking pots and several bolts of silk and satin from our pirated hoard. We left no more mirrors though for they were still scarce. To our surprise, several of the tribal Amazonian girls asked to sail with us and we discussed it with their village elders. It was revealed that they were lesbians so the tribe were pleased to see them leave. This had nothing to do with any censure about their sexuality; it was a simple equation of tribal economics. If they had been 'breeding girls' they would have been too valuable for the tribe to let go. Survival and procreation for the tribe were always the issues. The 'unproductive' lesbian mouths were deemed a burden on the tribe. Such was the most basic level of survival and subsistence that it was all the tribe understood. Tribal economics was a cruel simple arithmetic. Everybody had to hunt or collect vegetables and fruit or produce babies. There was a tribal 'Juju' against women hunting with the men so the lesbians had to hunt alone. Their lack of strength, speed and spatial awareness meant they were not as successful at hunting as the men. They barely supported themselves let alone provide surplus meat for the rest of the tribe. Consequently, they formed their own hunting parties and returned rarely to the tribe unless they had an unusually successful kill. These lesbian hunter groups lived therefore almost permanently alone in the tribal territory and visited their tribal relatives only for important occasions. Our visit had been deemed an important occasion and the lesbians had arrived soon after word of the appearance of a 'great lesbian ship' had reached them in the deep jungle. Azure, Elizabeth and I wondered if this was where the 'Amazon' stories had originated. Possibly it was Spanish conquistadors coming across 'all women' hunting parties whilst exploring the jungle. When the lesbians learned of our ship and crew, they were more than keen to join us and the tribe were content to allow them to leave. This would reduce the burden on the tribal hunting lands. The tribe had hoped that we would leave two of our heterosexual girls behind in exchange but our girls wanted to remain aboard. We simply used the tribe's own crude economics as an excuse to explain that our ship was also 'short-handed' and we could not spare any crew. There was no 'Juju' against having lesbians in our tribal ship village so we were pleased to accept the additional hands and the tribe were secretly glad to be 'relieved' of the 'environmental' burden on their tribal territory. One of the lesbian girls was also a 'Shaman' named Axetl and Azure immediately adopted her as a 'Sorcerer's apprentice'. In addition to our previously pirated goods we now also had a legitimate load of tropical logs, a substantial amount of jungle gold and some very unusual white sticky stretchy stuff from a local forest. The tribe showed us that mixing it in vinegar turned it into a very elastic thread. The tribe had little use for gold except as an adornment; it was too soft to be used as weaponry or tools. They were desperate for more knives however. Iron and copper was priceless to them. We had made an excellent deal after trading nearly all our knives and cooking pots except for the essential tools and weapons we needed to work and defend our ship. They had never seen firearms so we left them ignorant about our pistols, muskets and cannon. When we finally left, everybody was pleased with the trading and we realised our adventures could prove very lucrative in the future. It would be worth returning the following year and we explained to the tribe that we were keen to trade gold, silver and timber in return for knives, pots, axes and cloth. We knew that the best source for silks and satins was India and China but for now, we had no access to those exotic continents. We had nobody with any experience of those parts or knowledge of the long route around Africa and across the great Indian seas. Nor had we any suitable charts. We left amidst tears and promises to return soon then we set sail again for northern climes. It was on this voyage that my dreams were fulfilled. Whilst the rest of the crew had been busy gathering gold and timber, Azure had dwelt with the tribe's shamans exchanging knowledge and skills. Whilst she absorbed as much as she could about every cure or treatment, she had made it her business to concentrate as much as possible about any herbs and medicines that assuaged womanly problems. This was quite logical when one considered that the whole crew bar one were either women or eunuchs. However she and Elizabeth had obviously been colluding. We were a few weeks into the doldrums before I noticed anything unusual. Elizabeth was lying with me between her legs whilst I lovingly attended to her peachy fruit. She gasped her pleasures and then invited me to lie alongside her as she suggested that I invite one of the hetero girls to join us. As I slithered alongside her she noticed my nipples were stiff and swollen so she gently brushed her lips against one. "Aahh!" I gasped as I sagged with pleasure. "Don't do that without warning me my darling. They're awfully ticklish." "Are they really?" giggled Elizabeth. "Now why should that be?" I looked down uncomprehendingly. A couple of times recently, I had felt a twinge of pleasure when my nipples had brushed against something, but being simple little buds on a boy's flat chest, the occasion had not meant anything significant. Now as I looked down and studied them properly, I noticed for the first time that my nipples were as stiff as organ stops and that they had become darker and slightly larger. Carefully I brushed the backs of my nails against the silky material that now covered my nipples again. The unexpected sensations overwhelmed me. Suddenly I felt twinges of lust surge down to my loins as my already stiff 'boy-clitty' suddenly got even harder. I squeaked with surprise and dry humped Elizabeth's thighs as the urge overwhelmed me. Elizabeth's eyes widened with delight as she gently inveigled her soft fingers under silky chemise and continued caressing my rigidly hard nipples. "Ooohh! Stoppit darling! Ooohh! Don't do that! You're tormenting me! Stoppit! Aaahh!" Uncontrollably, I swiveled on my back and parted my legs as I dry humped an imaginary partner on top of me. Elizabeth loomed over me then gently took one of my starter buttons in her lips as her fingers continued tweaking and caressing the other. Slowly I started to ascend a mountain of sensations as my back arched like a long bow. Soon I started moaning uncontrollably until suddenly there was a burst of relief from my penis and my juices spurted all over the inside of my silky pantalets. I squealed with delight and Elizabeth grinned as she studied the spreading stain and then sniffed inquisitively at the sticky fluid. "My oh my! We were overloaded, weren't we? You must have been backed up for weeks." "I'm not," I sobbed. I slept with Najanga and Obengi only last night and serviced them both. "You were bedded with Azure and Sirula, that very golden Indian girl with the beautiful bluish tint to her hair." "Well that's as may be my pet, but just look at the amount of spunk you've made." I looked down to the front of my pantalets and frowned. The stain spread like a soup plate from the waistband to the crotch. I was baffled at the amount I had produced and my 'boy-clitty' seemed to be even larger and harder as it strained under the silk of my pantalets. Elizabeth traced her finger along it and smirked as she tweaked the waistband of my silky pantalets. One of the Indian girls had shown that thin strands of the 'rubberised' resin could be drawn out and vinegered to make a strange elastic strand. We did but know it but we had invented the first strands of latex knicker elastic and I was wearing it in the waistband of my pantalets. As Elizabeth tweaked the waistband of my pantalets, my 'boy-clitty' peeped bravely out past my navel. Elizabeth grinned as she fingered the sticky fluids and tested it on her lips then licked her lips and smiled. "Mmmmm. Yours is quite sweet. It's not got the usual salty taste. Just look at her sticking up out of your pantalets as bold as brass. She's beautiful and silky isn't she? The hetero girls must be overjoyed with her. Don't think I haven't noticed their lustful stares every time you appear on deck. It's a good job that the rest of you isn't growing like her. If you were, you'd be turning into a man; all hairy and horrible." I frowned and searched my skin for any sign of the rough hair and heavy muscles that Elizabeth so hated. Fortunately my skin seemed beautifully smooth and soft and I stroked myself narcissistically as I twitched sensitively to my own caress. "It's not. In fact seems even softer and more sensitive," I whispered. Elizabeth gently fingered the darkening rings around my nipples and I juddered with lust as my body telegraphed yet more signals to my loins. "I think you're right my darling. The rest of you is doing exactly what you and I want. Just look at these, they're almost as big as mine." So saying she eased her rip breast out of her silk nightie and compared our aureoles. As she leaned forward, her nipple brushed mine and we both gave involuntary gasps. "What's happening to me?" I sighed. "I think you really are turning into a boy-girl. Look." Gently she fingered her hands under both my pectorals then cupped the flesh to display two noticeable mounds of sensitive breast. I stared nonplussed at the soft little globes of flesh then shuddered again as she brushed my nipples with her thumbnails. "There, see!" she giggled. "Those are tits. Now you know what it feels like to be a girl." Puzzled, I slid out of bed and removed my stained pantalets before standing in front of the mirror. 'Elizabeth was right', I concluded. 'There was a noticeable change.' Out of curiosity, I jumped and watched the two soft pads bounce and tremble like small jellies. Then I noticed the same effect on my butt. Both buttocks had flounced gravidly and I felt a distinct wobble as the softening flesh resumed its place. I caught Elizabeth watching me as I fingered my buttocks. "They seem to be filling out as well darling. Try walking towards me." I walked to the door then turned and did as she asked. Her eyes widened greedily and she licked her lips. "My, my darling. You are really filling out in all the right places." "What? Like a girl?" I responded hopefully. "Exactly. Look again in the mirror. Your waist is much thinner than your butt and your growing all curvy. Your shoulders are still light and delicate. I bet you can reach around and touch your hands behind your back between your shoulder blades." I tried and found it easy as my posture arched my back and made my normally un-noticeable breasts pop out like two little fried eggs. Elizabeth smiled as she traced her fingers around the first shadows of swelling on my chest. "Does that feel nice?" I shuddered then nodded and turned again to look in the mirror as I tried several different postures. Elizabeth was right. I was developing curves. "What will the hetero girls think?" I asked. "So long as you've got that big beautiful 'boy-clitty' nestling in your pantalets, they'll be more than satisfied." "I think it spoils my curves," I replied. I won't be able to wear those tight britches like you do." "You never wear them anyway. You always wear those full-hooped silk and satin gowns. You always look like some Antebellum Southern Belle going to the ball. The only difference is that from now on you'll start to fill the top bodice better. I think you will look beautiful. Come here my little angel." Elizabeth stretched out her arms and I swayed provocatively towards her. She gently stroked my soft peachy curves and I shivered and groaned with ecstasy at the delightful sensitivity of my skin. If this was what being a girl meant then I was all for it. "If you want one of the heteros to come to you darling, you'll have to have a wash," observed Elizabeth as she nodded to my tummy. I fingered the soft pad of my curved tummy and felt the sticky semen smeared from my navel to my 'boy-clitty'. The thought of my semen becoming sticky and smelly was not pleasant and nodded my agreement. Fortunately, one of the first and most important alterations we had made whilst anchored with the tribe was to increase the water storage by fitting some extra barrels on the poop and rigging a heated pipe via the galley down to the cabins. Being as all the girls slept in the poop area it meant that we could shower at least once a day. In the humid sticky heat of the tropics, being a girl could be difficult without plenty of water for washing. I smiled at Elizabeth then slipped down the alleyway to the communal shower. Several lesbian girls grinned as they watched my softly rounded naked body swaying effeminately to the shower whilst sporting the most vigorous erection that any man would have been proud of. I only washed my face and body because I was returning immediately to Elizabeth's bed where I knew she and one of the hetero girls would be waiting. My hair was now a splendid crown of curls and ringlets but to wash it and dry it was now a major, morning-long operation. I left it tied up and wore a thick painted canvas cap as I showered and rinsed. Once again I was grateful for the strange new soap that Azure had concocted from herbs and rendered animal fats. My hands slithered luxuriously over my soft smooth skin and I could not help savouring the beautiful texture. Apart from my crown of hair and a few wisps of golden downy curls around my silky skinned 'boy-clitty', there was not a hair in sight. Even Elizabeth had more hair than me, though that was only what grew around her delicious peachy fruit. In fact, I was beginning to hope that I would never grow any more hair because I loved my delicate body just the way it was. Even my wildest dreams seemed to be coming true. Could I really be growing breasts! I wondered then hoped and prayed fervently. As the water splashed against my sensitive skin, I found my fingers wandering irresistible to my sensitive nipples and I fingered them gently as the lust waves surged to my seemingly permanent erection. Finally I felt fresh and clean and I dabbed myself dry with a soft cotton towel made from the bolts of cloth in the cargo. Once I was dry, my delicate feet pitter-pattered eagerly down the alleyway to our stateroom where I found Elizabeth with Ongola, another of the hetero girls already abed and prepared. It was obvious that Elizabeth's educated fingers had been helping the girl and she was tensed like a bowstring with anticipation. Ongola turned to look at me, illuminated by the light from the stateroom windows. Her eyes seemed to glaze over and her jaw slacked wantonly as the fantail light shone directly onto my soft curvaceous body that yet sported such a manly, erect, agreeable adornment. She let out a soft whimper of anticipation and peeled the sheets back to invite me to pleasure her. I gazed momentarily at the evocative contrast of Elizabeth's beautiful creamy body and Ongola's rich ebony curves and I would hardly have believed it possible but my organ grew even harder. I smiled as my eyes filled with their combined beauty then gently climbed into the wide cot. Ongola giggled as she pulled me onto her for she was much taller, and indeed, stronger than me. Her eager hands clasped me and I suddenly felt myself locked in her urgency. I squeaked with surprise and Elizabeth chuckled as she lay beside us and whispered in my ear. "You'd best start immediately darling, I've already prepared Ongola and she's got a powerful libido." I needed no telling. Ongola's long legs were already locked around my derriere as she dragged me eagerly into her urgent cleft. She whimpered only two words in English but it was enough to demonstrate her needs. "Now Madeline!" I twisted to get myself aligned and my curls tumbled over her ripe firm breasts as my face ploughed into her cleavage where I felt her heart already thumping. Then I felt her calloused heels drive into the soft peachy curves of my derriere as she spread her thighs and spurred me deeper into her need. I lurched with surprise as the calloused edges of her heels rubbed rough against my delicate skin and Ongola gasped as my huge iron-hard organ finally embedded itself up to the hilt. Ongola was no virgin of course. We had conjoined several times before so her slick wetness ensured an easy painless engagement albeit a delightful one. She let out a low groan as she realised she had gained control of the splendid rod that so pleased her. All she had to do was scuff her heels against my sensitive peachy derriere and I would jerk like a young filly being spurred on by a cowboy's boots. Having discovered this, Ongola quickly achieved a mutual rhythm that I could not resist. With each stroke, I found myself approaching orgasm but Ongola matched me. She started to squeal with delight for it was obvious that she could now control her own pace by spurring the young filly between her thighs. My soft delicate little female body, with its incongruously large stiff organ had become little more than a live 'dildo' to be manipulated and controlled exactly as she contrived. Additionally, she grasped my head and directed it back to her fulsome breasts where she savoured my soft lips and silky curls tantalising her nipples as she orchestrated her own delights to her own inevitable crescendo. "Iss perfect my little Madeleen!" she croaked as I felt her heart beat out the warning of her forthcoming climax. "Yoouu are a perfect lubber," she bubbled as her natural idioms invaded her unconscious expletives. "For de ladies, dis de way it should always bee-eee-eeeeeaahh!" She squealed as the volcano of her lust started to erupt and she screeched her release. Her hips humped urgently and her calloused heels raked my peachy cheeks as she hung in the throws of her orgasm for what seemed minutes. Elizabeth's knowing fingers added further to Ongola's pleasure. She pinched my butt unexpectedly with her hard polished nails and I jerked forward with pain. This drove my pubis hard against Ongola's bud and she finally exploded in. a frantic paroxysm of final delight. She let out a long gratified wail and slumped underneath me as her heart sent tom-tom drumbeats through my cheekbones into my skull and thence to my brain. I murmured my muffled pleasures at feeling so secure in Ongola's collapsed embrace then I felt my own orgasm starting to boil. Ongola sensed my approaching climax and let out a sigh of pleasure. She humped my body and tensed her powerful thighs again as she dragged my rigid organ back inside her and drove me up into her. I felt my sensitive tip fetch up against Ongola's cervix and she squeaked with surprise as she felt the hot powerful spurting of my semen splashing against her cervix. "Ooo-ooh dat am nice!" she squeaked. "You a big girl missy Madeleen! Yoo go all de way in and you hab plenty ob juice!" I could not answer. Instead I lay with my chest heaving for breath as I savoured the dying waves of my abandonment. Ongola recognised my total sacrifice to her pleasure and she gently stroked my head as my chest heaved and I lay with my soft curls in the valley of her feather soft breasts. Elizabeth also stroked my derriere and whispered her encouragement. "You're a wonderful girl Madeline. Everybody on the ship loves you. Don't ever change your nature darling. You're the kindest, gentlest, generous and most thoughtful little girl I've ever known." "An' das de truth Missy", agreed Ongola. "You am one lubbly girl, especially wid dat ting ob yours!" I smiled to myself with my face buried invisibly in Ongola's breasts as I savoured my friends' affections. As my eyelids became heavy, I drifted off to sleep for I had never been so happy. I woke to find myself alone. Ongola and Elizabeth were on deck attending to their work running the ship and I sat up to hear the happy tinkle of laughter from several parts of the ship. Ours was a very happy ship. I stretched luxuriously then padded across to my wardrobe to select a beautiful pale blue lightweight satin dress. In the alleyway, I heard Najanga laughing and I put my face around the door. "Najanga darling, can you help me into my corsets." Najanga smiled willingly. Corsets fascinated her and she had occasionally tried on one of mine. She was however, rather fuller than me and she would have to wait until we were able to purchase some in one of the more civilised ports. Eagerly, she wrapped the laces around her fists and pulled steadily until I squeaked. "Enough! You'll cut me in half!" Our eyes met in the mirror as she measured my waist with her fingers and smiled. "Yoo waist getting' smaller girl. An dose' hips getting bigger!" I blushed with pleasure as we both studied my hourglass figure. Now that the corset accentuated my curves, there was no denying my progressive feminisation. I wondered what could be causing it. Once dressed, I went out on deck and took my usual place at the windward rail. The wind swirled my soft golden curls around my face and I felt the welcome breeze invading my most personal parts as the eddying airs skittered and twisted under my wide hooped but very light and airy pale blue satin gown. My silk pantalets rippled against my stockinged legs and I squeezed my thighs together invisible under my full-length gown. Above the laced bodice of my gown, my newly growing milky mounds offered a sweet promise of what was to come. As I leant upon the rail I could not resist peeping down my noticeable cleavage. For several moments I remained leaning against the rail intermittently studying the wind and the sails then peeping down my gown until Elizabeth appeared softly behind me. "Which is the nicer view she asked. Our ship under full sail or your little topgallants?" I looked up shyly and smiled. "I could have a full set of my own sails soon." "Let the day roll by soon," she giggled, "just like our ship rolls over the waves." "That's enough alliterations darling. Let's go and mark our progress." We found Timothy reading his quadrant and studying the vernier scale. He looked up and smiled. "It'll be noon soon. We'll get a latitude and I think we can start making some more westing towards Trinidad." I nodded, then my eyes widened as he placed his quadrant carefully on the chart table and adjusted his corset top. "Too tight darling?" asked Elizabeth. He blushed and frowned nervously. "I've never worn one before. It's these - these b- breasts I seem to be growing." "Why? Don't you like them?" smiled Elizabeth. "Oh! Oh yes, I like them. They're lovely. They make me go all gooey and sensitive when the girls play with them." Elizabeth smiled knowingly then asked again. "And what about David. Is he pleased?" "I think so. He pretends to be a little upset when the girls tease him about them. His are a little bigger than mine but mine are more sensitive. The girls are very fond of him though and I notice he's never in his own cot at night." I could hardly believe what I was hearing and seeing. For the first time I noticed that Timothy had a corset on under his silk blouse and there was a noticeable pair of swellings pushing up from the shaped whale boning. He seemed to have sprung them overnight but in truth I had been so preoccupied with my pleasuring the hetero girls that I had not paid much attention to other shipboard matters. I looked again and was shocked at Timothy's rapid development. He had been growing even faster than me. I felt a twinge of jealousy and slipped away to speak to Azure as Elizabeth and he discussed destinations. Azure was the nearest thing we had to a doctor and I found her working with her 'apprentice' Axetl in the airy space under the break of the forecastle. For the first time I noticed that my hips swayed as I crossed the main deck and it was not due to the ship rolling. Now that I had become aware of the changes, it seemed as if everything was glaringly obvious. I could not believe I had not noticed these changes before. There was no doubt about it, not only was my body developing soft ripe curves but my bones seemed to be changing as well. I knew I was not yet twenty and therefore still growing but there was no doubt that my previously lithe slender youthful form was growing curves; curves that made me walk differently and hold my wrists out as I walked. Now every eye on the ship followed my progress for my gown swung and swished as it exaggerated my new walk. By the time I reached Azure in her open workshop under the forecastle, I felt nervous and vulnerable. She turned and smiled as I stepped lightly into her shady, but airy, spacious work area. "Hello darling. How's my little girl today?" "Feeling more girly by the hour. What's happening to me?" I whispered. "You're wishes are coming true darling." "I can see that; and feel it if you would know, but why?" "Don't you like the changes then?" "Of course I like the changes. It's my dream coming true. But I want to know why. Little boys don't turn into little girls just like that." Azure motioned me towards her and invited me to sit on her knee. I found the offer pleasing and stepped forward gladly, ready to savour the tactile intimacy that all women seemed to indulge. It was one of the nicest things about being a woman and a practice that I envied. I settled on her knee as she explained. "Most of these herbs are for women's troubles. However, the great jungle has thousands or even millions of undiscovered secrets. The tribe and Axetl have shown me many secrets and I put two and two together. I mixed some of these herbs and watched the results first on David and Timothy. They have nothing to lose or gain by the herbs and they are younger than you. I started giving them potions immediately after we set sail from Brazil. When I noticed the changes, I was satisfied that my ideas worked. I knew you always wanted a woman's figure so I tried a stronger dose on you. It had to be a stronger dose because you are still entire. Those two beautiful little plums are important for your development and they would fight against the medicines. I discussed this with Axetl and she explained some secrets to bypass your little jewels. You're now growing into a girl and a very pretty one at that; but you'll keep your wonderful 'boy-clitty' and indeed it will become a very big and vigorous one at that. Elizabeth told me that is your biggest fantasy. I hope she's right." I turned and hugged Azure as tightly as I could whilst tears of happiness flooded down my cheeks. It was indeed my enduring wish to become what I was becoming and Azure had zeroed in unerringly on my deepest wish. I pushed my hand through the 'pocket slot' of my gown and felt my rigid organ inside my silky pantalets. Azure's hand followed mine and she gently squeezed the same rigid organ as she sighed. "We could never destroy this beautiful jewel my darling. All the hetero girls need it like they need water and bread. Axetl helped me prepare a very special potion for this beautiful stiff boy-clitty. In future she will always respond to any girl who has need for her and you will never be short of companions who want to share her. Just remember to keep her clean and sweet at all times. We girls like to keep clean down there anyway. If you are to live like a lady then your boy-clitty must always be washed and available." She gave my 'boy-clitty' another affectionate squeeze and I gasped with delight as it stiffened obediently. "There; see my little pet, always ready and always loyal. Isn't she a brave bold companion? Now I think Axetl has expressed a desire to try your companion out. The tribe considered her to be a lesbian but in truth, she's an aficionado of both callings. I think you'll find her a delightful companion. You'd best have some lunch first then pay her a call. You'll need all the strength you can get if you're going to keep us all happy. I kissed Azure then gave her another hug. We pressed against each other and my nipples stiffened eagerly as I brushed against her fulsome breast. "Oh!" I squeaked softly as I gasped with delightful surprise." Azure smiled again then whispered. "Before long darling, you'll be the most delectable little morsel sailing the seven seas. Those little buttons of yours will be your greatest source of delight." "But what about, you know, her-" I glanced down to my boy-clitty, even now showing under the voluminous folds of my gown, " won't she be my best friend." Azure gave her a final soft stroke through my silky pantalets and whispered in my ear. "She will be our delight darling. The girls will always seek your favours. Don't worry, she will always bring you intense pleasure, it's just that these two little beauties will bring you more." With these words, she brushed the polished backs of her thumbnails against the silky chemise above my corseted bodice and I let out a whimper of ecstasy. There was no doubt about it. My nipples were becoming more sensitive, every day. The whole crew usually took lunch out on the deck if the weather allowed and in the tropics this was almost every day. I helped Axetl serve out the food then took a place between her and Najanga as we indulged ourselves with fruit and cold meat. David came to join us and as I surreptitiously studied his ripening breasts I caught a sly glance between him and Axetl. I now knew who was going to share my duties with the pretty little Amazonian shaman later that afternoon. The End of Chapter 4B ? To Be Continued