Pleasure Cruise - Part X (Patreon)

1,500+ words explore what happens when Carina and Neome try to solve the mystery of what triggers transformations.

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~dS

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The blonde was clearly not enthused about the intrusion, although her attitude softened as she got a look at Neome’s many breasts.

“Excuse yourself, can’t you see we’re...eating. You’ve got a new look, haven’t you?”

Neome blushed at the attention - but found it wasn’t unwanted. She found herself subconsciously pushing her chest out slightly, her top two pairs of tits stretching outwards just a bit over her ribs.

“Yeah, still getting used to going out with them,” Neome replied, her voice faltering just enough to betray her bashfulness. She put her body on display on social media all the time, she had to get used to doing it in public like this if she was going to enjoy the cruise at all!

“I like ‘em,” continued the blonde. She ran one hand over a fishnet-covered breast, her thumb brushing over the crossed electrical tape. The tight flesh of the enhanced boobs barely gave under her caress, “You might guess I’ve got a thing about getting more tit on display.”

This entire time the brunette had continued her attempts to eat her salad, her other arm still vibrating. The conversation between the blonde and Neome was broken as the brunette again dropped her fork as she was taken by her next orgasm. She bit her lip and gripped the table. Her robe had slipped open and her tanned slopes could be seen waggling back forth hanging from her ribs. More sweat broke out across her skin, and after a few seconds she ceased her pleasure shivers and sat still. A small satisfied smile cracked one cheek.

“I guess...you win…” the brunette fake-pouted to her companion.

“Right, and I’d like to get to my winnings, so what do you want?” the platinum blonde turned to Carina.

“Well, um, we think Neoma, here, got her breasts because she said something that could be interpreted as a request to change her breasts, and I overheard you…” Carina motioned to the brunette, whose arm was again shaking beneath the table, “...say something about masturbating, and we wanted to check and see if maybe changes are triggered by certain phrases...or phrasing…”

Carina was stumbling over herself as she reached the end of her thesis, the focused eyes of the impatient blonde drilling into her.

“And, what, did you say something about wanting a hard-on all the time?” the blonde asked, taking a finger and tapping Carina’s blue dildo-clit. Carina gasped and held her breath with a sharp intake as she felt the erotic reverberations run through her.

“Noooo...I, uh...I got this a different way…” Carina collected herself, “What about you? Any of...this…” Carina motioned a hand over the blonde, “New to the cruise?”

“What, you got a problem with my look?” The blonde started to push back her chair and stand up, but her brunette companion reached out and gently grabbed her wrist.

“They’re just curious,” the brunette soothed.

“What? That I said something like, ‘I want to feel like I’ve been caught in a net?’ Or, ‘I think my tits should be taped?’ Or, ‘I want boobs like a pair of bocce balls?’ Or, ‘I’ve got metal hair?’ Or should I go further, like, ‘I want dicks for eyes?’”

All three surrounding women were taken aback by the blonde’s attitude, and Carina was especially scared that any or all of what the platinum beauty’s errant statements would take hold of her.

But, as the four let a silence thick enough to stab with the brunette’s salad fork rest between them for a moment, there was no indication that any changes were happening.

“There, see? Just circumstance between your booby friend there and my roommate. Now, go wait in line for the evening show or something and stop bothering us.”

“Sure, sorry for disturbing you…” Carina bowed her head a little as she and Neome walked away.

“We’ll never make any friends here...if you keep that up,” the brunette softly teased.

“It’s Day One, plenty of time for that...for right now I’ve got a bet to reap the rewards from!” the blonde grinned as she sat down and looked across the table hungrily at the brunette.

“Haha, sure,” the brunette grinned, “Out of curiosity, were any of the things you said something you’d want to happen?”

“Shit no!” the blonde laughed, slapping the table, “I don’t know what the fuck I’d done if any of them happened!”

“You really like taking risks. What would you have wanted to happen?”

“Hmf, well, that’s easy. All I want is bigger tits. And I don’t mean big tits, I mean a pair of fuckers bigger than me! God, I want to feel pinned to the floor by boobs whose only purpose is to keep me helpless and horny. I’d have paid for a pair like that by now if it didn’t mean they’d have to be so big and heavy I couldn’t get around when I need to eat and shit and pay bills. The stupid difference between reality and fantasy.”

“Wow, that’s...that’s a kink,” the brunette smiled as she felt another orgasm working itself into her belly, “I...like...it...mmmm...”

As the orgasming woman closed her eyes she missed the changes that swiftly took hold of her companion. The blonde felt a warmth wash across her skin, and then a tickle. Looking down she saw that the fishnet bodystocking was shifting over her skin.

No. As she looking more closely and brought one arm over her chest to feel the netting atop her other arm, the blonde realized it wasn’t the netting that was moving - she was shifting inside of it! She could see the arm she’d crossed over her body pulling back as it reduced centimeter by centimeter.

The shrinking blonde could really feel what was happening to her now - there was a dull tightness in her bones as they compacted every so slightly slower than the skin and muscle surrounding them. But it didn’t hurt - it felt more like her body was hugging itself. The fishnet - once a tight bodystocking enhancing each one of her curves - was becoming looser and looser around her. Her thong was being pushed out of the tight grip of her full ass.

As the difference in size from her original mass switched from measurements in centimeters to inches to feet, the blonde noticed something hadn’t changed - her breasts. As her feet slipped from her heels and her ass rose from the plastic chair, the blonde could see that her tits had remained as full and round and big as the day she’d left surgery. The electrical tape was still crossed over each nipple without any indication of contraction.

As the blonde’s body lost more and more mass her breasts became more and more of an anchor. Caught in the body netting the blonde struggled slightly to pull her legs up and stand on the chair, her size now only three feet tall. She could barely shift her chest now, and every so slowly, as her form continued to shrink, the blonde felt her feet lift from the chair as her body contracted closer and closer to her enhanced bust.

Soon, she realized, she’d be nothing but a little body stuck to a pair of enormous breasts - at her scale. But instead of being hundreds of pounds heavy as she’d been at full size, the blond felt her body shiver in delight as she realized at this size she could be carried around by someone! It made her very wet - but, as her arms and shoulders were pulled close to her titanic tits, the blond realized she couldn’t reach her pussy!

As the masturbating brunette came down from her most recent cum she fluttered open her eyes and saw nothing before her.

Then she heard the cutest grunting squeaks.

Looking to the table the brunette saw little legs kicking up from under the loosely hanging fishnet. A pair of tits sat on the table with the body of a woman now the size of a Barbie doll squirming atop them. The brunette watched the little blond run her hands over the expanse of her silicon anchors. Even if her nipples hadn’t been taped over, their owner would not have been able to reach them.

“Well, looks like someone did get what they asked for…” the brunette teased as she stood up, one hand still snaking into her robe and between her thighs. It was tricky to undo the fishnetting one-handed, but eventually the blond was free of her bodysuit trappings.

“Yessss…” the blonde moaned, her voice slightly higher pitched. “Take me back to the room...and then I don’t know if I’ll ever want to leave!”

“Sounds like a plan…” the brunette smiled. She scooped her hand under the pair of boobs and lifted up her shrunken flailing roommate. As the brunette made adjustments to better cradle the little woman she could feel on a few fingers the dripping juices from her tiny slit. It was as if she’d gained her own personal lady canteen.

The brunette planned on drinking heavily from it back in the suite.

to be continued...