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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. I would like to offer special thanks to several helpful editors whose feedback and questions prompted this revision, most notably Mare Vir, Fran, and Patrick. The timeline has been cleaned up, many grammar mistakes have been corrected, and the science has been sharpened. The story is essentially the same, but I felt that I had to "fix" these early parts in order to continue. I'm just a nudge, I suppose. ADULT CONTENT Changes in Paradise 01 - 07 Revised May 2007 By Patricia ***** 01 - Changes in Paradise ***** "Damn it's hot," Patrick said to no one in particular. He stretched out his back, stiff from bending over the mess of electronic parts spread out on the tarp in front of him. He was trying to repair a small, short wave radio that had unexpectedly been damaged. There wasn't much in the way of spare parts, and so Pat was trying to modify existing parts and materials. It was difficult, slow work, and he really didn't think he'd be able to fix it in the first place. But he had to try, the boat had been modified, or scavenged as the case may be, to serve as a power plant for the jungle laboratory he and John had set up. It would be impossible to restore it to a seaworthy condition, so the radio was the only hope of rescue. They had found all the evidence they needed to help Green Peace file a lawsuit on behalf of the aboriginal natives that had originally lived on the island, and now it was time to be rescued. Or at least, that was the original plan. It had been two months since Pat and his old friend John had bought a small boat and secretly landed on the small, uncharted island northwest of Australia. Nuclear tests had been conducted near the island, and he and John were there, trying to document the damages that had been done. They hadn't been supported by any government agency, and they had even been denied permission to go. A few bribes in the right places, however, and they found themselves living in paradise. Pat had been trying to fix the radio for several days, and he was becoming more and more sure that it was useless. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes in frustration. He looked around for a bit of cloth to clean his lenses, and couldn't find a clean one, their clothes had slowly disintegrated in the tropical heat. He and John had taken to wearing only their nylon swimsuits to cope with the weather, and as a result both had become golden brown from head to toe. He set his glasses aside and returned to his task. He tried one more time to attach his jury-rigged transistor to the power cell and got the odd mixture of tree sap, metal filings, and ocean brine to hold the wire in place. Very carefully he switched on the power and waited for the familiar cackle that would indicate he had fixed the radio. Nothing. Not even a blip. Then, a sudden crackle! No, that was someone coming up the path. Damn, and double damn, thought Pat. "John," he called out towards the path from beach where his friend was returning from trying to spear dinner. "John, it looks like I'm just not technician enough to fix the damn radio." "That's o.k. buddy, you're a molecular biologist, not an electronic engineer," John smiled as he trotted back to the small lab with a flounder firmly skewered on his homemade spear. "We'll be eating just fine tonight! We can worry about being rescued when I'm too old to fish," he joked. Pat smiled wanly at John's joke. "Yea, but Green Peace will never be able to file that lawsuit without this evidence." John nodded thoughtfully. "Well, there's not much we can do about it, is there. We cannibalized the boat so we could build the lab and the beach hut, and we planned on using the short wave to let somebody know we were here to be rescued. How could we know that a tsunami would rush up on the first hut we built and ruin our radio?" "Yea, we're lucky that we decided to build the bio lab at least 200 feet higher up the side of the volcano than the other one, even though it was a pain to haul all the pieces of the boat up here. And the geothermal energy that powers some of the experiments has other uses too," mused Pat as he carefully put away the sea-stained, still ruined radio. "Having your own private hot tub on the side of a tropical mountain is something I could get used to. But that luxury will give me little comfort if we can't share the results of these experiments. I think the healing salve we were able to synthesize from the compounds of those species of fish that change gender may have real medical uses when, or if, we ever get back." "Oh, we'll get back someday. There are enough of the wrong people in the right places who know that we were thinking of this crazy expedition in the first place. They'll soon enough put two and two together and figure out what we did," laughed John. "I hope you're right," said Pat. John gave Pat a reassuring thump on the back and jammed the spear into the soft loam floor of the hut. He looked down at his old friend with concern, searching the tanned lines of worry apparent around Pat's eyes. They had always made a great team; Pat the brains and John the brawn. At 6' 3'' John was an intimidating force that could easily make an angry fisherman back off of a protected fishing area. Pat formulated strategies and remedies for the various confrontations they had engaged in. But they were also loners, two of a kind, in a sense. They worked well together because they worked alone. "What is it you think the fish goop will do?" asked John again. "I'm not sure," responded Pat. "The compound seems to work miracles in healing scratches. See?" he said as he showed the fresh pink mark on his arm to John. "That was this morning! It's already healed!" marveled John. "It wasn't a big cut, but it was a good one." He turned Pat's arm over slightly, tracing the thin, barely noticeable line along the outside of his arm. Pat had cut himself while trying to harvest some tree sap on a particularly thorny palm. It had been a deep cut, and Pat had put some of his homemade salve on it a few hours ago. "Yes, amazing, isn't it. I knew that those secretions had something to do with rebuilding cell structure," said Pat. Among the many beautiful and exotic fish found along the barrier reef that stretched across the small lagoon to the west were a species of fish that procreated in unusual ways. Tropical "painted shell" fish live in communities of all female fish with a single male that dominate and protect the harem. The male fish is significantly larger; allowing him to collect abandoned shells for the much smaller females to nest inside. Roving bands of smaller males attempt to muscle in on established harems, but the biggest fish usually wins. The odd part, however, is that all fish are born female. Every single fish is born female. When the male dies, the largest female changes her gender and becomes the alpha male of the harem. Sometimes several other large females challenge at the same time, and the ones who lose the fight are driven off, renegade males in search of new harems. Pat had synthesized the secretions of the transforming female-to-male fish and applied that to his cut. The results had been nothing short of miraculous. "Man! It really worked!" said John. "That's just the ticket because I seem to have gotten bit by something, a crab I think, while I was fishing for supper." He turned his leg to show Pat and revealed a fresh tear in his calf. The wound wasn't as long as Pat's had been, but it was deeper. "Christ! Why didn't you tell me you'd been hurt, and we've been sitting here wasting time. Does it hurt?" asked Pat. "Nah, I barely feel it," he responded. "You want to try that stuff on it?" "Yea, it will confirm what I think has happened to me," Pat enthused. Pat took a small vial from a shelf and spread a small amount of cream colored liquid on John's calf. John sighed immediately as the restorative effects of the salve began its work. Pat worked carefully, getting all parts of his wound covered. "Wow, that stuff sure works quick. I don't even feel the bite of the salt water any longer," John reported. "Not only are we going to kick some government agency butt when we get back, we'll be rich too!" "First, why don't you see about getting that fish ready for dinner. I found some mangos while I was looking for those rubber trees and I think I can whip us up something that will knock your socks off," said Pat. They had fallen into some routines early in their work. John could build just about any kind of shelter, keep a fire going in the rain, and hunt and trap food of all kinds. He was also a crack navigator, pilot, and could get anything that floated, flew, or rolled to almost any destination in the world. Pat, on the other hand, was a pure scientist who constantly tinkered and combined things to create new formulas and understandings of how things worked. This knowledge also contributed to his uncanny ability to cook. Because he understood, on a chemical level, how acids, bases, other elements of all food came together, he was an expert chef. Even stranded as they were on a remote and mostly ignored island, Pat had provided a steady diet of marvelous food flavored with the flora and fauna that surrounded them. Although neither of them would have identified their roles along gender lines, Pat stayed at home and performed domestic activities while John spent his days building and hunting to provide Pat the raw materials he needed to sustain their existence. The results of their combined labors were impressive. The "lab" was actually a series of small buildings perched on the lower half of the small volcano that gave birth to the island. The boat and its original fixtures had been completely transformed into a Swiss Family Robinson like camp they had constructed. The main hut was centered over a small geothermal vent that John had tamed into a forced air convection oven, a plain slab griddle, and a Bunsen burner that served as the catalyst for Pat's various experiments. The hut was kept cool via the constant dripping of water from the thatched roof. An aqueduct constructed from bamboo fed the camp with a steady supply of water from a nearby mountain stream that was surprisingly cool given the amount of thermal activity in the area. Each man had his own sleeping hut similarly cooled, and a forth hut served as their storage area for basic foodstuffs. The aqueduct also fed water into their "hot tub" that had been created out of natural depression in a rock outcropping just above the camp. John had diverted part of the hot air from the geothermal vent with scrape metal and a sort of cement he had invented that combined pulverized volcanic rock and the rubber sap Pat had used to try to fix the radio. The result was nearly invisible, except for the small valve the popped up from the edge of the rock pool that regulated the airflow in to the tub. The outcropping gave them clear views of the lagoon below and the sky above, and they both had enjoyed spending time in the warm, bubbling water as the evenings cooled and the starts twinkled. If they got too hot, they could follow the aqueduct as it twisted and turned another hundred yards up and a few hundred yards west around the side of the mountain to the natural pool that had formed at the base of a small waterfall. The stream was spring fed and was cooler than almost any other, probably due to a large deposit of granite on that side of the volcano. Both Pat and John took daily jaunts up to the waterfall to bathe as the water was nether too cold nor too hot. It was a great way to rinse the salt, grit, and wind from their bodies after a long day cataloguing fish or collecting samples. All in all, it was a paradise. The jungle was rich with fruits and roots, and the lagoon was rich with a wide variety of fish and shellfish. The days were hot but kept cool by the constant breezes, and the nights were cool and mild. Although neither man wanted to stay there forever, they weren't panicked by the idea that rescue might be far off. They had carved out a pleasant lifestyle on the island, and they knew they would be missed eventually. All it took was time. The delicate whitefish simmered in a mango broth was indeed the "knock- your-socks-off" meal that Pat had promised. The steamed hearts of palm with baby fronds were a magnificent complement to the fish. The only thing missing was a fine Chardonnay. "It's too bad that the tropics don't support grapes," Pat mused as he finished the last of his fish. "Wine is the only part of civilization that I really miss out here." "I've been thinking about that," said John, "and tomorrow I'm going to see about building a small still from the last parts of the gas tank and boat engine. Seeing as how we don't need the generator since the radio is kaput, we don't need the engine either." "I suppose you're right, but I am reluctant to dismantle the engine as I could still use the generator in the lab. I know we've discovered just about everything we set out to, but as long as we're stuck here, I'd like to continue working," said Pat. "Yea, but wouldn't water power work? I can rig part of the aqueduct towards a water wheel, and that can power the generator, then we can use the last of the boat parts to construct a still. Besides, the still can be used for other things like making bigger batches of that fish goop, or cooking a really big stew for when we have guests over for dinner," John said with a smirk. "I'm just reluctant to dismantle the last remnants of the boat for what is basically a comfort measure ... but you're right. I don't need to use the micro-scanner or the computer very often, and we will eventually run out of gas. I guess we can start on that tomorrow," said Pat with a sigh. They cleaned up the last of the dinner and put the metal dishes into the "automatic dishwasher," a small kettle that kept boiling fed by a constant stream of new water from the aqueduct. In the morning, all the dishes would be sterilized and the water would be ready for a coffee like brew that Pat made with crushed leaves and bark of several coca like plants. As Pat lay awake on his bed, he marveled at the speed with which his cut had been healed. He couldn't feel any trace of the wound, the new pink skin having perfectly blended with the rest of his arm. The moon had cast more than enough light, and he couldn't see a trace of the deep scratch he had suffered only that morning. It was amazing, really; a first class medical discovery. It was a discovery, however, that would have to wait until they were rescued. And Pat knew it could be months before that happened, but he fell asleep with a smile on his face, knowing they could survive for years on the island. ***** Pat's dreams that night were extraordinarily vivid. He was swimming in the lagoon, surrounded by thousands of brightly colored tropical fish. The water was warm and the sunlight softly illuminated the coral reef. He was underwater without any kind of snorkel or aqua-lung, but he wasn't afraid. Above him, he could see the outline of John swimming above him, strong and sleek as his powerful strokes propelled him through the water. Pat felt safe and protected looking up at his large, well-built partner slicing through the water. When he woke in the morning, he felt strangely at peace. John shared similar dreams over their morning tea. He had been hunting sand sharks and had followed them down below the surface of the water before he realized that he was breathing naturally with no artificial aids. They both marveled at the vivid nature of the dreams but drew no other conclusions. "Let's get started on the still, shall we?" asked John. "First I want to examine your calf," said Pat. John hefted his leg up onto the table he had built for their meals, and Pat carefully examined his former cut. Like his own, John's cut was completely and nearly invisibly healed. "Amazing, just amazing!" marveled Pat, "It's almost miraculous." "Yea, at least we won't be in danger getting a fatal infection from a skin wound while we're stuck here! Let's get started on the day, shall we?" prompted John. They set to work immediately, and by midday, they had completed the modifications to the gas tank to make the still. Together they set off to gather the materials they would need to make their first batch of tropical beverage. It wasn't until the late afternoon that they took a break for food. "Hey, do you notice a change in your energy level today?" asked Pat as he nibbled lightly on some fresh fruit. "Yes, now that you mention it, I feel better than I've felt in a long time. We've been going strong all day, and it's late for lunch, but I'm not starving or anything," reported John as he tore into the whitefish Pat had brought with them. "I'm feeling very similarly," said Pat. "I wonder if it has anything to do with the salve I used on us yesterday?" "It might, and if it did, then you're an even bigger genius than I thought," joked John. "I feel great!" "So do I, but I hope there isn't a piper to be paid for this tune," said Pat. "What do you mean by that?" asked John. "Oh, I don't know. Probably nothing," Pat mused. "If the goop is doing all this to us, it's unlikely that this is all it's doing. There might be more that is happening to us, but I'd have to run some tests." "Seeing as how I feel really great, stronger than I've ever felt in my life, I'm not too worried about it." "Yea, John, I know. But ... and I do mean but, I am not feeling strength, though I do feel pretty good. High energy is more like it." John gave his old friend a good look. Pat had always been the thinner of the two men, smaller in stature, but always in good shape. Both of their hair had grown longer and both kept it in a pony tail most of the time. Pat's hair, however, looked thicker today for some strange reason, and softer as it fell about his face and glasses. Now what made that thought come to mind? John looked at his own feet and hands as he puzzled over the sudden embarrassment that washed over him when he looked at Pat. What was that about? Pat didn't notice John's piercing gaze and subsequent embarrassment. He was trying to catalogue how he felt and had his eyes closed, concentrating on feeling his body. He had noticed that his hair seemed healthier this morning, a bit fuller and lighter in color. He hoped that was simply the vitality the goop had created and not what he already suspected might be a side effect of the fish compound. He noticed that the breeze felt fresh and delicate on his face, and the warmth of the sun seemed more present on his skin. Everything seemed more colorful, alive; it was like his senses had been switched on to full power for the first time in his life. He also noted that his vision seemed to be changing, he saw colors, particularly reds, much more vividly, or so he thought, and the glasses seemed less necessary as the day wore on. He couldn't be sure, yet, and so he said nothing. They finished their meal and gathered the supplies they hoped would produce their first batch of tropical wine. When they got back to the camp, they immediately started on their first attempt. "Do you think we should use more citrus or more berry in the mix?" "Berry, definitely berry. There's already too much acid in the mash, and we need more sugars," said Pat, "sugar!" John glanced up at his friend and gave him a strange smile. They never called each other by pet names. What the heck was that for, and why was he feeling embarrassed each time he glanced at Pat? John pushed these thoughts aside and hefted another load of star fruit, guava, and wild-berry mix into the fermentation pot. Pat concentrated on adjusting the fire beneath the pot, furious with himself for calling John by an endearment. What was he doing? Where had that come from? Why was he feeling so awkward around his old friend? That sort of thing had never happened before. "This is going to need to cook for a few hours. What do you say we wash the grime of the jungle off before we tackle dinner?" asked Pat. "Sure buddy," John emphasized the 'buddy,' "let's go jump in the hot tub." They both went to their own huts and took off their nylon shorts in preparation for a swim. Both men had been naked in front of each other many times, but both felt a hesitation this time. John looked down at himself and could see the stirrings of an erection, his cock half-hard and beginning to fill with blood. Pat looked down and wondered if he had always looked this scrawny, and he noticed that his body hair seemed lighter. He pushed his fears aside when he heard John splash into the hot tub, and Pat left his hut. John relaxed in the tub and the warm water gently swirled and bubbled around him. He had taken great pains to follow Pat's engineering to the letter, and the hot tub was not only a working wonder in the jungle, it was beautiful to behold. The polished black rock made a perfect basin for the tub, and he had used parts from the boat to make the hot air bubble through the fresh water. Between the cool water and the hot air, the tub was usually very pleasant. As Pat walked up the path towards the tub, John noticed the something else was very different about him. Pat seemed paler, losing some of the golden tan they had both acquired. John also felt the return of his embarrassment; no-it wasn't embarrassment-it was attraction. John felt attracted to his old friend and co-worker Pat. Impossible! He had never felt that way before! Sure, he loved Pat and wasn't afraid to say it when it really mattered, but he had never felt sexually attracted to him or any man. He tore his eyes from Pat and looked instead off into the distance over the ocean where the beginnings of a sunset teased the horizon. Pat had felt the white heat of John's stare and recognized the embarrassed look John had now. But, because he couldn't think of anything else he should do, he simply slipped into the water opposite his old friend. Both men had let their hair down, and Pat noticed that John's hair was darker and healthier than ever. In fact, all of John's hair seemed darker and healthier. There was hair on his chest and shoulders, and his navel and his ... Pat broke his gaze away, realizing that he had been staring at John's crotch. They both sat in silence for many minutes before Pat finally announced that he had had enough for one evening. John muttered good night, and Pat walked back down to his sleeping hut alone. When he stepped into the soft glow of the oil lamp he had rigged, he looked at himself carefully in the mirror. He took off his glasses and noted that he no longer needed them; he could see perfectly. What ever was happening to him, it was going to be a doozy. The changes were more obvious now, he thought to himself. He had felt his body tingling and twitching constantly while sitting in John's presence in the hot tub, and the psychological changes were more pronounced than he had suspected. Pat understood the mechanisms that the painted shell fish had undergone during their sex change, but he hadn't thought the opposite was possible or likely. Looking at his considerably longer hair, softened facial features, and subtly thinner waist, he was now sure that it was not only possible, but that it was happening to him. What was odd, he thought to himself, was that he wasn't too upset. He had never had a significant relationship with either a man or a woman because he was so wrapped up in his work. Pat had long thought that he might be gay, and though that thought didn't upset him, he had never been attracted enough to anyone to act on it. Correction, he thought to himself, he had never been attracted to another gay man enough to act on it. He knew that his friendship with John was the longest relationship he had ever had, but he also knew that John was about a straight as they come. Pat looked closer into the mirror. His eyes had shifted color from their normal blue/green to a more brilliant green. His normally dirty blond hair seemed to be moving towards an auburn or red tint. His chest and arms were nearly hairless, and his pubic hair seemed thinner. He still looked like himself, he decided, though he could see that femininity was creeping into his body structure and facial features. He heard John come back through the camp and go into his own hut. He fought an urge to go to him and instead slipped into his bed and fell almost immediately asleep. Just like the night before, Pat began having extraordinary and vivid dreams. This time Pat found himself floating in the hot tub, looking out over a surreal sunset. John was standing at the edge of the cliff, framed against the rich colors of the sunset, posing like a Greek god. Pat could feel his long hair float about his body, gently caressing himself, and he was aware of a heavy weight on his chest. In his dream, he looked down and saw two large female breasts sprouting up through the surface of the water, their thick nipples erect in the cool evening air. Pat struggled to wake up, and found it was the next morning. ***** For the next two months, both men struggled with their quickly developing, new feelings for each other, but the physical changes slowly progressed for both men. John had slowly become the picture of male vitality, sharply muscled with wide shoulders tapering down to a washboard waist and strong thighs. Pat, on the other hand, had continued to slim down, and his hips had ached as they ever so slightly widened while he often felt like a great weight sat on his rib cage as his bones seemed to slowly shrink in his arms, legs, and chest. Their only solace was that they had completed the still and therefore enjoyed many batches of a sweet, tropical rum punch. Each man had been self-medicating with the punch, hoping that the feelings of attraction would fade away. They avoided each other as much as possible, meeting only during meals. At the end of the two months, they both knew that significant changes were occurring, but their feelings of attraction and confusion had far outstripped the actual physical changes. Pat stood, for the hundredth time, before the mirror in his hut. He catalogued, once again, the changes his body had undergone. He was a few inches shorter, his waist was slightly indented above hips that had widened slightly. His hair was a darker auburn and his eyes were greener than they had been a few weeks ago. His body hair had thinned or fallen out to the point where it wasn't noticeable, and his lips seemed ever so slightly thicker. He felt sure that the goop had wrought these changes, but he was surprised at his feelings concerning the changes. He liked them. He knew that the goop was slowly changing his gender, or at least that is what it would probably do. He knew that John was the more physically dominant human of the two of them, and so if the goop was going to imitate in humans what it did in fish, Pat was going to be the female of the species. The prospect thrilled him and frightened him. Why did he have these feelings? He had never before focused much on sex; he had always had his work. But as he stared at his morphed body in the mirror, he was sure that he wanted to see this experiment continue. Of course, he was a man of science. Well, perhaps not a man, at any rate, much longer, he thought to himself. He turned away from the mirror and went into the connecting hut that served as the laboratory. He picked up the bottle that contained the goop and then went to the still. John had already gone up to the hot tub to ease away the pains of the day, and so Pat could work in privacy. He drew two long drinks of the tropical punch in two bamboo mugs, and then he put a liberal dose of the fish goop into each drink. He stirred them slightly, and then with his heart pounding, he walked up the path towards the hot tub, carrying the two drinks. Pat was sure that if superficial application of the goop to their skins had already wrought these changes, then an internal application of a massive amount of goop might do the trick. John was comfortably lounging in the warm and bubbling water, naked. Pat had rarely come up to the hot tub for the last month, so John felt reasonably safe from both his own feelings and from what he suspected were Pat's feelings as well. John was as equally puzzled as Pat; he had always been attracted to women, and had left several beauties in his wake. Why then, he wondered, was he so attracted to his oldest, best, and male friend? He was pondering this question, with his eyes closed, when he heard Pat slip into the hot tub opposite him. "Pat, you startled me," he exclaimed, sitting straight, the waves he stirred up nearly causing Pat to spill the drinks he was balancing. "What are you up to?" "Me? Not much. I got tired of us treating each other like strangers and thought that a toast to old times might help. What do you say, my old friend?" Pat paused, holding one drink out to John. John took a slight moment, and then reached out to grasp the proffered beverage, rising slightly from the water and giving Pat a clear view of his crotch. Pat felt himself blush as he realized what he was seeing. He also felt himself get warm and tingly all over. "I suppose you're right, we have been treating each other strangely," John mused, sipping his drink. "Why do you suppose that is?" "I have lots of theories, and none of them are easy. My best guess, as I am sure that you are already aware, is that the fish goop has altered our bodies and our feelings. Does that about sum it up?" Pat stared boldly at his friend, seeking encouragement for what he hoped would begin to happen. "I think you have put it, as usual, succinctly and accurately. What do we do about it?" John asked. "Well, if it's o.k. with you, I think we should deal with it head on, so to speak," Pat suggested. "What do you mean by that?" John asked. "I can see that you've become more masculine, and I also can see that you've noticed that I've become more feminine. If your feelings towards me are similar to the ones I'm feeling towards you, then you have become attracted to me. Am I right so far?" asked Pat. John let out a deep sigh, and began to softly chuckle. "That's right, my old friend. You rarely beat around the bush when it comes to crises. I've been going crazy trying to figure out why I started to find you so sexy. Now, I guess, I know." "Ditto. Would you be adverse to seeing the experiment reach its logical conclusion?" Pat asked hesitantly. "You mean more goop?" John asked. "Yes, and more changes." "You mean you're willing to let the changes continue?" asked John with surprise. "That means that you might become a woman." "I know," Pat stated. "Wow." "Yea, wow." Pat paused. "So, what do you want?" John looked across the pool at his oldest and best friend. He could see the changes that had already happened as Pat had entered the pool naked too, and the changes were all towards an old fantasy woman he had since college: auburn hair, green eyes, tall and voluptuous. "I think that the changes are being triggered by me. I mean I have to participate in this experiment too, right? The fish only changed while in the absence of a male, so you'll probably only fully change in the presence of one." "I have always known that your brains far exceeded everyone's perceptions," Pat teased. "So, what do we do now," asked John. "Drink up!" replied Pat, "I'm afraid that I already spiked the punch in anticipation of your agreement." "Here's to the start of a beautiful friend ... ship," toasted John as he gulped the large drink down. Pat matched his old friend, swallow for swallow. They both put down their bamboo mugs and looked across the pool at each other. They both knew what was going to happen, but neither knew exactly how or when the changes would occur. The longer they stared at each other, the greater the tension grew. "I can't take it any longer," sputtered John as he waded across the pool towards the transfixed Pat, "I have to kiss you. I know you still look like my old buddy, more or less, but I can't stop this feeling growing inside me." Pat lifted his face towards his old friend as John slowly lowered himself next to him in the pool. He had seen the raging hard on that John had, and he had felt tingly and warm as John approached him. Pat was hyper aware of the smell of John, a deep musk scent that was driving him crazy. As John put his arm around his shoulders, it seemed perfectly natural that he should tilt his head back to accept his kiss. The kiss ... it was electric. Pat felt like a live wire had suddenly been attached to his lips. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and he was sure it wasn't because he was in the hot tub. The press of John's lips against his own was gentle but persistent, and suddenly he felt John's tongue slip inside his own mouth. He found it hard to breathe, suddenly, and felt crushed by John's arms as they tightened around his shoulders. But he didn't want to stop kissing, he didn't want to break the contact that provided his lips with the buzz of pleasure that he had never known it was possible to feel. John gently drew back from the kiss and looked down at Pat as his old friend swooned in the afterglow of their kiss. In the few minutes that they had been kissing, John could already see small changes in Pat's body. He couldn't put is finger on it, but there seemed to be something decidedly feminine about his old friend, a stronger sense that Pat was well on his way towards Patricia. His hair was longer and the hair nearest the scalp appeared to be a richer auburn color than the rest. Pat's face seemed more feminine, and his lips were fuller, swollen from the passion of the kiss. When Pat's eyes fluttered open, they were even brighter green than before, and now they glistened with emotion. "I know that most cell structures replace themselves over relatively long periods of time, except for bones," Pat said, "But those fish seem to change genders in a few days." "They are much less complex creatures than we are?" asked John. "Not really," explained Pat as he gazed back into John's dark eyes, "The DNA we share with the rest of creation, mammals, fish, even insects, is actually quite significant. I'll bet we follow a similar time table." "What are you saying?" asked John. "I think you should 'dominate' me for the next couple of days, you know, stay with me and see if my bio-mechanical changes occur in similar ways to the fish," Pat explained. John smiled. "Well, the sooner we get this change completed, the better. I've been going crazy with wondering what I should do about this monster between my legs." "I'm not ready for much past kissing tonight, John," Pat shuddered involuntarily, "But I strongly suspect that if the goop works as it does in the fish, I won't feel that way for long." They spent another few moments enjoying the closeness and intimacy of their hot tub. Pat noticed how much smaller he felt when held by John. He swore that he could almost feel the changes occurring, but he knew that was ridiculous. Unless, he mused, the goop released enzymes and proteins that attacked and changed bone structure. That might explain why his male body had taken on feminine proportions very quickly. His mind, however, he could clearly feel was well ahead of his body towards a female mindset. He snuggled in closer to John as the tropical evening blossomed into thousands of stars. They decided to sleep in the same bed so that the changes would be as accelerated as possible. The next morning when Pat awoke, he found that his shoulders seemed a bit smaller and his rib cage had constricted further. He fixed himself another glass of goop mixed with punch and downed it before John woke up. The goop seemed to energize him, giving him incredible energy and speeding up his natural metabolism. It was better than coffee, but Pat suspected that the goop would be doing much more than simply waking him up. When John awoke, Pat twirled before him. "Your waist is smaller, and so are your shoulders, but I don't see any other differences," John observed. "I feel different," Pat stated. "I feel more ... weak ... but in a good way. I don't know, it's strange. I can tell I am smaller, but there is something more important going on, I feel even more strongly attracted to you. And you've changed too!" John looked at the mirror Pat had brought from his hut. John's hair was thicker and curly, and he felt great, stronger. He flexed in the mirror, impressed with the definition of his muscles. "Oh, I like it," Pat murmured. They locked eyes, and Pat threw himself at John with a low growl and thrust his own tongue inside John's surprised mouth. They kissed for several minutes with growing intensity, as fiery warmth surged through Pat's body. Finally, they couldn't stand the tension any longer and broke away from each other. "We better get breakfast started before we start something we can't finish," John said awkwardly, trying unsuccessfully to get his hard on to settle down. "I know you're right, but I feel so impatient," Pat complained. "So, let's go down to the water together, remember I'll change more quickly in your presence." "Good idea," John thought, "we can spend the day at the beach just having fun, for once, rather than doing research." They both walked down to the beach, and John hunted fish while Pat looked for fresh seaweed and other edibles that may have washed ashore during the night. They spent the day in or near the water, keeping out of the sun in the beach huts that they had rebuilt after the tsunami, cooking the fish over an open fire, and swimming for fun rather than to catalogue species. They were both much more interested in the experiment they were engaged in than the original work they had come to the island to do. Pat recognized the continual power of the goop as the day progressed. He often sought the water because his hips hurt so much, and it felt nice to get off his legs and just float in the water. Both Pat and John were floating in the late after noon when Pat felt an odd pulling in his groin and groaned in surprise. "What is it? Did something bite you," asked John. "Ahhh, no ... it's .... Oooooh, that feels so strange," Pat moaned. "Something is happening in my lower intestine." John sat up in the shallow water and reached over to Pat. "Wow ... you're really changing," remarked John. "Your hips are much wider and your penis is nearly gone. I can barely see it." "I could have told you that, but I think this goop is much stronger than I suspected," explained Pat. "I think my organs and bones are being broken down and rebuilt much faster than normal metabolism would account. And it hurts ... aaaaaah," moaned Pat as he sat up. John was astounded by what he saw. Pat had crossed a line from masculine towards feminine from which there now seemed to be no return. Pat's entire musculature had shrunken, and his features had become delicate and pretty. Pat looked down at his changing body, intimately aware of each shift in his body. He swore could feel a slow steady compression of his waist even as his hips were inexorably expanding. Despite the discomfort, his whole body felt alive with electricity and energy. He looked at John with feral eyes, devouring the hunk of manhood who floated next to him. He noticed that John's shoulders seemed wider, more muscled, and his hips seemed narrower. His cock was astounding! It was hard and erect, poking above the surface of the water, apparently at least nine inches long and as thick as his wrist. Pat reveled in the intensity of the growing desire the knotted itself in his stomach. He had never felt this way about anything, and he was thrilled that he could feel this way. He simply wanted John, wanted to smell him, touch him, and devour him. Pat leaned forward and grasped John's magnificent cock. It throbbed in his smaller hand, pulsing with John's pounding heart. Each pulse sent a thrill through Pat's hand and up his arm and through his body. He could feel the goop doing its work. John watched, fascinated, as Pat held his pulsing cock in his/her hand. Pat began stroking his cock, and John knew he wouldn't last long. "You won't have to do that for very long, Pat, I'm close to losing it," panted John. Pat was thrilled by the look of desire burning in John's eyes. He couldn't see himself, but he was sure that he looked more female than male. He certainly felt more female than male, and he had a sudden inspiration to help speed the process. "Come here," urged Pat as he pulled John up onto the beach by his rampant cock. He soon positioned John on the sand and knelt before him. John noted that Pat had a classic female shape, and that his/her legs folded up underneath wide thighs that flowed into a very nice set of hips and plump firm ass. His/her waist sharply indented above the hips and then flowed back out gently into a small rib cage and delicate shoulders. Pat's nipples seemed darker and slightly puffy, but no other significant changes could be noted. Pat's hair was long, thick, and soft, and framed a face that was now clearly feminine and beautiful. "What are you doing," asked John. "Speeding things up," replied Pat as he lowered his head down to John's lap and took his cock in his mouth. The salt of the sea mixed with John's own sweat and musk and Pat found the combination intoxicating. He moved his head up and down with vigor, remembering how he liked his own, now nearly gone, cock stroked when he masturbated. John's breathing quickly grew ragged as Pat assaulted his stiff cock. Pat marveled at the feelings of having that velvet head push past his lips and feeling the raging hardness underneath the soft skin of John's cock. Pat opened his throat and took all nine inches of cock inside his mouth and slightly bit down at the base of John's cock, his nose buried inside a thick mat of public hair. "Aaaaaah," John moaned as he exploded in Pat's eager mouth. Pat felt the warm cum gush down his throat, and he pulled back slightly so that he could catch the rest in his mouth. His strategy worked, and as he sucked slightly and swirled his tongue around the tip of John's cock, John let loose a second eruption equal to the first. Pat savored the salty, musky flavor of his best friend's cum, and sat back to wipe the small amount of cum from his/her lips that had some how escaped Pat's eager efforts. "That was fun," Pat observed. "Fun, you had fun?" a stunned and recovering John asked. "Yea, I did ... I told you that goop was strong stuff. I couldn't have done that last night, but I couldn't have stopped myself today," explained Pat. "I'm pretty sure that the goop works nearly the same in fish as humans, which means I need another dose as I haven't had any since this morning. Those fish just produce it themselves." Pat gave John's cock one last caress and started to head back to the mountain lab. John grabbed the fish and seaweed they had collected during the day and caught up as they entered the late afternoon jungle. As he watched Pat walk up the path ahead of him, there was no way he could still call his old buddy a 'he.' Pat's figure was astounding, with long sexy legs that led up to a world class ass, full and firm, topped with a very thin waist, delicate shoulders and arms, and a full, rich head of feminine hair that fell to the middle of 'her' back. Despite the recent orgasm on the beach, John could feel the stirrings of lust again as he watched Pat's hips sway back and forth as she made her way up the mountain path. Pat for his part had also made the gender switch in his/her head. She was certain of her direction, and hyper conscious of her body. She could feel her hips swing back and forth and her widened bone structure demanded a different stride. She could feel her thick and lustrous hair sweep along her shoulders and back. She could feel how light and delicate her arms and hands felt, and she could feel that something was happening in her groin. She was certain that she wanted it to happen ... the sooner the better as John was getting all the satisfaction, and she recognized how horny she was feeling. They made it back to the huts and Pat immediately fixed another large dose of goop mixed with punch while fixing a punch with only a little bit for John. She handed him the mug, and offered a toast. "Here's to tomorrow morning," smiled Pat. "Tomorrow?" asked John. "Tomorrow, if my calculations are correct, will be the day that you stop being the only one who is enjoying himself," said Pat. "Oh, I'm sorry ... but ... I mean ... is there ... jeesh, what should I do?" stumbled John? "Drink up!" answered Pat. They both tossed back their drinks, and Pat quickly assembled a dinner of fish and fruit. She was ravenous, and she suspected that the demands of her speeded up metabolism were to blame. After dinner, they decided to head for the hot tub again. As John watched Pat slip into the water in the evening dusk, he noted that Pat's nipples were now very prominent, looking similar to a young girls'. Everything about her was female, and her crotch looked like a vagina in the darkness, with a classic 'v' of pubic hair above a puffy Venus mound. Pat noticed John's gaze and waded to him, until she was standing over his reclined form. She reached down and grasped his hard cock. "Does this thing every go down?" she teased? "It's never done this before," answered John, "and it's never been this big either." "Another gift of the goop, I suspect," mused Pat. She continued to hold only John's cock, feeling the water lapping at her now very sensitive skin. Her waist was just at water level, and she could tell that her whole body was nearly done changing. She stood up so that the water came to the base of her hips, exposing her crotch to the air. "It's moving inside me ... I can feel it," Pat breathed as both she and John watched the tiny remnants of a cock was absorbed into her Venus mound, looking more and more like a clit. Incredibly sensuous feelings washed over Pat, forcing her wide hips to rock back and forth above the water. John could see that a vagina now occupied the now wide space between her legs, covered with a soft down of auburn pubic hair. If possible, Pat felt John's cock get even harder and thicker, and he knew where that cock should go, but she knew she wasn't finished. Without letting go of John's cock, she threw a leg across John's startled face, and slid herself onto that beautiful pole of man meat. John's cock twitched as Pat rubbed her soft pubic hair against his cock, trapping his man meat between her undeveloped vagina and his washboard stomach. Slowly and sensuously, Pat rocked back and forth, sliding her new anatomy across John's cock. The water from the hot tub provided the lubrication, and Pat could feel the stirrings of her womb, rushing to complete itself ... to accept this monstrous cock within. John's hands traced the graceful curve of her hips up to her waist and then across her now very puffy nipples. She gasped as his rough hands grazed her stiff nipples. She looked down, and saw that they were much larger than this afternoon, and the areola looked to be about one inch in diameter and the nipple was the size of her pinky. There was only about an inch of flesh behind each nipple, a small A cup. Nevertheless, John's touch was electric. John leaned forward, took a nipple into his mouth, and gently bit down. Pat nearly passed out with pleasure, grabbing his head and pressing it into her developing breasts. Her rocking hips grew more urgent, and suddenly John stiffened and groaned in pleasure. Pat felt his white hot cum splash on her stomach and thighs. They stayed entwined in the hot tub for several minutes, feeling each other's body in the warm evening air as the warm water slowly washed them clean. "I cannot wait until tomorrow," Pat growled. "Maybe I can help," offered John. "No, I want to do it right ... and I can wait ... hell, I haven't had any kind of sex in a long time, and it can wait one more day," mused Pat. "So, I guess it's Patricia now, eh?" asked John. "Almost!" laughed Pat, "But you should keep calling me Pat ... I like it. Keeps me from getting confused. I'm still me, if you know what I mean." "No, I haven't changed the way you have, but I'll still keep calling you Pat," said John. "Good, what do you say we go to bed?" asked Pat. "That's a great idea," said John, as they rose from the tub together. They walked back to John's hut arm in arm, with John's hand resting on the top side of Pat's wide and womanly hips. "Oh, that's odd," said Pat. "What's odd?" asked John. "I can feel my breasts bouncing as I walk," reported Pat. "This is the first time I can remember feeling conscious of them, though I've noticed all day that they have been constantly but slowly growing." "How's it feel?" asked John. "Good, I think." Said Pat. "I mean, I've never had breasts before, but I like the fact that I'm growing them, and that tomorrow you'll be even more attracted to me." "I couldn't be more attracted to you than I already am," protested John. "I can't wait until I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen," teased Pat, "and you'll be helpless before me, my pleasure slave!" "Hey, I thought the male was the dominant gender of the species," said John. "All males think so, but I'm learning it's different!" said Pat. "I love the way I feel, the way I make you feel, and the way I'm changing. You forget, I know what a man feels when he sees a beautiful woman, and I'm going to enjoy being that powerful!" "Oh, I'm doomed," cried John. "Yea, doomed alright," teased Pat. "You will be stranded in paradise with the woman of your dreams who will want to make love to you day and night. That sounds pretty rough to me." "I can't take it any more, let's get you to bed," said John. They tumbled into bed and quickly fell asleep entwined together in the cool night air. During the night, the goop continued its work, and when Pat woke in the morning sun, she knew she was complete. Pat got up and walked over to the mirror and looked down at her slender and feminine torso, and noted that her nipples had expanded well beyond their previous size. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars and her nipples were about an inch above the surface of her skin. Her waist was even narrower, and her vagina was dripping down her thigh. She was powerfully horny, and she knew it. John stirred awake and saw a goddess standing before a mirror admiring her figure. She was tall for a woman, and looked like a 36D chest, an amazing 22 inch waist, and probably 38 inch hips. Her long hair reached to her lower back, and her skin was smooth and pale despite yesterday's sun. She brought her hands up to her breasts and weighed each in one hand. She giggled and turned to see John staring at her. "Like what you see?" she asked "Oh, my god," he breathed. "I can't tell you how good these feel," Pat moaned as she continued to stroke her breasts. "Why don't you let me feel for myself?" he teased. Pat sashayed over to the bed, enjoying how her body moved and jiggled in places that her body had never jiggled before. John's cock had risen to its full hardness and stuck up at a funny angle from his crotch. Pat stopped at the end of the bed and leaned down on all fours, and she began to crawl up John's body. She dragged her full breasts against his legs as she licked and then gave a quick tug on his cock with her mouth. Pat loved the way her breasts felt as they rubbed against John's hairy legs. Her nipples were almost painfully hard, and each bump or snag of her nipples along his legs sent a thrill of pleasure racing along her body to her crotch. She snaked her way up his body, raining kisses along his stomach and chest. When she could feel her own nipples pressing into his, she lifted up and kissed him hard on the mouth, their tongues battling each other. God, she was so hot. Her womb seemed to throb with need, an ache that had to be filled. She was literally dripping in his crotch as she humped his leg. Suddenly the white heat that had been building surged in through her body. Pat could feel electric sparks pass between John's lips and her own. She could take it no longer and suddenly felt a crashing wave of pleasure roll up through her body, her pelvis rocking against John's in successive jolts of involuntary movement. Her first orgasm! It seemed to go on, and on, each wave more intense than the previous. She sat up and rode out the finish of the incredible pleasure that she had never known. As the last waves of pleasure pulsed through her body, she reveled in that part of her body that jerked and jiggled after her passion had peaked. Her breasts. Her chest sloped away from his shoulders in twin peaks of pleasure, ending in prominent nipples that ached with desire. John began sucking on her right breast, and Pat brought her hand to the left breast. She ran her hand lightly under the swell of the breast, noting that there was at least four or five inches of flesh that extended beyond her ribcage. The breast was heavy but firm, and very soft and yielding. Her nipple was stiff in the air, the sweat she had just generated dripping from it's upturned tip. She pinched the nipple and was rewarded with a jolt of pleasure that shot to her groin and back to her compressed nipple. Pat gently lifted John's head away from her breast and looked deeply into his eyes. "Now, we can make love," she said, as she reached down and positioned John's cock below her dripping opening. She slowly eased down on his cock, feeling her new flesh being stretched by the invading pole. Inch by inch, John's cock slowly disappeared inside her steaming crotch. Suddenly, there was a catch. Something was in the way. "Go easy, you're a virgin," said John. "Not for long, damit," growled Pat, "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." With that, she plunged her hips down is a sudden swift thrust. The first jab of white-hot pain was immediately replaced by a thick, warm, fullness, and Pat could feel the top of John's cock press up against the top of her cervix. "Ooooooh," Pat moaned with pleasure, "That feels soooooooo goooooooood." She placed her hands on John's massive shoulders and leaned back, looking at their joined hips below. "I've never felt this way before," Pat suddenly giggled at the irony of that statement. "I can't believe how good it feels." "Oh, baby, it's nothing like the way I feel," John breathed, his body rigid with passion, "I've never felt anything so tight and hot in my life." "Yea, me too. I can feel your thick cock up inside me, and I can," Pat grunted as she put words and action together, "squeeze you with my cunt." She began to rock her hips, and reveled in feeling the slow shake of her feminine ass as it jiggled and shook with each roll of her hips. She could feel John's cock stroke in and out of her hot and wet cunt, her stiff clit rubbing against the thick pubic hair of John's crotch. She knew she wouldn't last long. "Look at me, John, I'm complete. I am a woman ... your woman. Look at my breasts, my huge, firm breasts, see how my nipples are stiff with desire, desire that only you can satisfy. Feel them .... Aaaaahhhh, that's right, pinch ... ooooohhhh the nipples. Oh, John, I want you to cum in me, I'm going to cum ... I'm ... going ... to ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, uh, uh, uh," Pat's body shook with pleasure as she felt John's hot cum splash deep inside her. Pat couldn't stop screaming or shaking as the long, powerful orgasm kept pulsing through her body, her breasts shaking forcefully with each jolt. John held on to her tiny waist for dear life, pumping his seed into her twitching cunt. They held each other for a long time, and Pat thought as she gave John's softening cock another squeeze with her still new and wonderful vaginal muscles. Now, she really didn't care at all when or if they ever got rescued. ***** Changes in Paradise: 02 - Daniel's Story By Patricia ****** The sinking sun set the sand afire with golden light, which made the beach a beacon of hope for Daniel Sherman, ex-womanizing-drug runner. The thugs sent to kill him hadn't quite finished the job. They had done plenty, however, and Daniel's broken leg was thanks to the "helping hand" he got over the edge of his own boat. Although he was a strong swimmer, he had been in the water for hours, and was nearing exhaustion and a mild case of hypothermia, despite the warm, tropical waters. One good thing about being in the water, thought Daniel to himself, was that he wasn't putting much weight on his broken ankle. It hurt like hell, especially when he was trying to kick, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He had caught the glint of a shoreline twenty minutes earlier and was expending the last of his rapidly diminishing energy trying to reach it. Once he had made it past the barrier reef, the going was much smoother, and he made significant progress despite his injured leg. The single peak of a slightly smoldering volcano dominated the small island before him. He had no idea where he was, as he had been bound and gagged in the hold of his own ship for several days. Although a slight man, he had always been athletic and adventuresome. His excellent physical condition was the only thing that had allowed him to survive this long. His captors had been a rival drug cartel, and he had been moving various drugs among the South Pacific islands for several years, disguising his efforts as a charter business. While he generally did well with the charters, mostly deep sea fishing, his real money was in drug running. It had all started with an ex-girlfriend, but that was a long time ago and a completely different story. He continued because he needed the money, and running drugs paid good money. Ah, the price of success, he thought ironically. He had attracted the attention of a new, particularly nasty drug lord who didn't much like independents operating in his area. Daniel, who never liked carrying firearms, was an easy target. He supposed that he should be grateful that the killers wanted the excuse that he had fallen overboard on one of his own charters. That was a laugh! He had thought he was smarter than letting strangers pay cash for a fishing charter in the off- season; why didn't he see that one coming? Feeling that spark of anger helped him push for the beach. Whatever his moral shortcomings, Daniel Sherman was a survivor, and survive he would! At first glance the island looked deserted, but he thought he heard voices, moans and squeals actually. But he was too exhausted to lift his head out of the water for a better look or to listen more carefully, and was about to give up when he felt sand in his hands and dragged himself up onto the beach. He passed out before he realized that he was only twenty yards from a beautiful couple who were making love in the setting sun. ****** It had been about a week since the amazing transformation that had changed Patrick into Patricia, and neither John nor Pat could believe their changed lives. Their island laboratory originally set up secretly to document changes to native species caused by the now forty year old nuclear tests held nearby had now become their island paradise. After nearly three months on the island, they had collected an impressive amount of evidence and made some new scientific discoveries. The most notable had been the one that apparently caused Pat's transformation. A small painted shellfish that lived in all-female harems had a specialized gland that allowed, upon the death or loss of the male, the largest female to change her sex into male and become the leader of harem. Pat had synthesized the secretions to create a healing salve that made short work of any wound they suffered, but it also changed Pat into a woman. Neither man/woman was complaining, however. They had both turned aside thoughts of rescue in the wake of the wonderful new and invigorating relationship they now shared: lovers. Pat reveled in her new gender, and enjoyed the sense of power and sensuousness that her beautiful body gave her. Her new skin was more sensitive than her old, she enjoyed sex, and she seduced John several times a day, not that he needed much seducing. Both were amazed at their stamina and sexual drive, and they attempted to push their bodies to the limits. They hadn't apparently found them yet. This particular day had been much like the five previous ones. They woke in the bed they now shared with one of them instigating sex. This morning it had been John, and Pat had reveled in the long, slow teasing John had inflicted on her body. She awoke to a nuzzling on her breast to discover John suckling her up thrust nipple. Her breasts were magnificent globes of flesh that sat high and proud on her chest. Her nipples had continued to mature after the initial change, and they now were easily a half-inch long, sitting on slightly domed areola, at the end of her D cup breasts. She was almost always erect, and as a former man, she particularly enjoyed the delightful feelings of tightness at least six inches from her ribs. It pleasantly reminded her of a hard- on. John teased first one rosy nipple, then the other as Pat lazed on her back, her breasts rising above her reclined body without any need for support, only slightly sagging off to each side. She wondered how long her new breasts would sit so high, before gravity took over and began to pull them towards the earth. She had no clothes, no bras, and she knew that women couldn't fight gravity forever. For the moment, however, it was an academic question, as John moved slowly down her trim waist, raining gentle kisses over the swell of her womb, along the bony outcroppings of her wide hips, along her silken thighs and down to her toes. She gasped as he sucked a toe into his mouth, and she let her knees fall to each side, exposing her steaming sex to her lover. John wasted no time working his way back up her legs until he reached her labia, pulling each expanding petal into his mouth while savoring her musky, sweet sent. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever known, and she was insatiable. Pat's hips were now twitching with need, and John refused to make contact with her swollen clitoris. She twined her fingers in his thick, curly hair, urging him to finish her off, cooing and begging. John gave a quick swipe of his tongue up along the joint of her thigh and Venus mound, causing her to whimper in frustration. "John, don't tease any more ... give it to me," urged Pat. Her right hand reached down and grasped John's hard cock while her left closed over his neck and pulled his face up to her breasts. Up and down the length of John's cock Pat's fingers stroked while she lost herself in the wonderful feelings that John was drawing from her breasts with his lips. She kept trying to push his cock into her twitching cunt, but he held back, denying her. Pat's long nipple suddenly chilled as John's sucking mouth left it. He slid his hands over her firm smooth legs stopping at the sides of her magnificent butt. "Anxious aren't we?" he asked. "Why are you doing this to me?" she countered, her breath coming in quick gasps. "Perhaps good things will