Changes 03: A Mermaid's Tale free porn video

Disclaimer: The usual boilerplate ... if you're underage, stop reading (and how did you get a hold of this in the first place), if you're offended by transgender or transsexual ideas, stop reading, and if you're unlikely to enjoy erotic descriptions of sex, stop reading. Permission to post on any free site. Changes in Paradise: Part Three, A Mermaid's "Tale" By Patricia While it isn't necessary to have read "Changes In Paradise, parts one and two" it might help. Thank you (to those of you who deserve it) for the comments, suggestions, and encouragement on my previous works. I appreciate it. I'd also like to beg your collective indulgence. RL gets in the way, and I can't write as much as I'd like. I do the best I can. Hopefully, the long chapter counters the long delay. Finally, I'm pretty sure not all the science works here, but it's my universe and I get to decide the rules ;-). ****** 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 had developed on Pat and John during her own transformation. 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 feelings her new body continually 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 rising horniness her body nearly continually 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 headed for the surface. 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 "breath" 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 twenty 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, and Danni could not help but notice how beautiful Pat was as she gracefully sank towards to 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 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, their faces and their breasts arched towards the surface some twenty 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 breath, 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 slide past their connected crotches, into Pat's tunnel. Pat luxuriated in the feelings of John's thick cock as it slide 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 had been 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 with out 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 had 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 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 the girls lifted each of the unconscious humans out onto the deck. One of the older ladies had 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 western horizon, and Pat estimated that a storm of some size was heading their way. It would probably reach them by evening. ***** They had simply dragged the inflatable up to the hut, which was only about thirty meters from the beach. Once there, they had 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 slightly built, blond, with delicate elfin features, slightly 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 knew 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 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 and 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 yet complete." "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