Pleasure Cruise update

2,500+ words take us on a little side story to find out why we've been seeing so many identical couples! Thanks for reading! ~dS

As Tiara headed back to her room she passed a posted sign. She ignored it, but another young woman walking by stopped to look it over.

Looking for Love AND Lust?

Stop by the STARFISH LOUNGE to discover how to find your perfect match on The Mestra!

The woman, Liandra, lingered for a few moments as she reread the sign. She let out a long sigh. She’d been enjoying herself on the ship, she couldn’t deny that. She’d escaped a particularly grueling job as a personal assistant after receiving the invite. Having the time to herself to do whatever she wanted had been amazing.

But Liandra had to admit she’d started feeling some pangs of jealousy as she watched other women on the Mestra begin to pair up. Even now, just barely thinking about feeling someone’s hand gently brush her short brunette hair back of her ear, slip down her neck, gently guide her head up for a-

With a blushing shiver Liandra stepped away from the sign and slipped into the nearby restroom. The space was the most utilitarian of the otherwise beautifully decorated ship; flat white walls and floors framed mirrors and silver sinks. A device on the wall quietly beeped now and then to indicate it was actively spraying a mildly flowery scent. There was no place less sexy on the ship.

Liandra leaned on the edge of the sink counter and breathed. She was wearing a slinky silver party dress that draped over her slight curves nicely. Bent as she was she could see down into it how her nipples atop the gentle little slopes of her breasts had popped hard. She stood upright and watched her hard nubs tent the silky fabric, glinting lightly in the stark lighting. Between her legs, under her black thong, she Liandra could feel that her lower lips had puffed and moistened.

Just from a moment of thinking about-

Liandra stopped the thought as soon as she realized that even chiding herself about wanting to hook up with someone was making her nips tingle with more arousal. She leaned back on the silver high heels, which even with their 5” height put the top of the brunette’s head at 5’ 6”. Although she had seen plenty of other short women pop up to over six feet as she explored the Mestra, Liandra was a little confused about why she hadn’t yet had such a growth spurt.

Honestly, Liandra knew she didn’t really dislike being short and sporting the lithe body type that went well with her height. It was just that in the real world it made it easy for people like her boss to literally talk down to her. That problem didn’t exist here. As Liandra admired herself in the mirror she talked herself up.

“You look good. You’re sexy. Anyone on this ship would love to fuck me!” she spoke earnestly at her reflection. “So why hasn’t anyone…why haven’t I tried…”

It was then Liandra realized it. Writing term papers? She was an expert. Spending 10 hours a day as an intern? Totally experienced. Dedicating her entire life to a terrible job? Bullet points all up and down her resume.

Taking time to herself to develop a personal life? To practice casually interacting with other women?

“Oh fuck. I’ve never tried to get someone to fuck me!?” The anxiety rose back up in her voice, “How do I ask someone to fuck me?”

The silver heels rattled nervously atop the bathroom’s tiles as Liandra assessed how much time she’d dedicated to landing a ‘career’ she hated. The time to relax had been what she needed. But now she needed to train herself on something else.

The skills to get laid.

Her mind flitted back to the sign she’d just stepped away from. In the past she’d seek out the experts or network to get what she wanted to move forward with her career. If there was a place to start maybe it was the Starfish Lounge.

It was a short trek through the Mestra - past plenty of horny couples and throuples that had petite brunette’s nipples rock hard by the time she got to the lounge. Like many of the “areas” on the ship it was mostly open to the walkway and other spaces around it, the designated space more a suggestion of the mind and where carpet colors started and stopped than a truly separate space. To her left Liandra saw a bar that curved along the lines of the exterior of the ship. Four women sporting various outfits and extra limbs sat drinking at it, one of the ship’s diminutive automatons serving them. Short tables and chairs were sprinkled about. One of the little tables had strange device with an orb sitting atop it, and in the chair next to it sat a nude woman.

Well, technically nude. She wasn’t wearing any clothes, but her body was covered in a fine growth of gray fur. It was short and appeared felt-like, a paler near-white shade sweeping down from her collarbone over her breasts, stomach, and dipping down between her thighs where a mildly thicker poof of white curls obscured her most sensitive area. Her face, feet, nipples, and hands bared what Liandra presumed was the skin the fur had otherwise covered. She had a beer bottle in one hand she sipped on why her other hand casually glided up and down the short fur.

On a pedestal beside her was posted the same sign Liandra had seen earlier.

“Uh, hi,” Liandra quietly squeaked out as she approved the furred woman, a little wave of her hand accompanying the greeting, “Are you…do you know about these signs?”

“Hi, yes! Thanks for your interest!” the furred woman cleared her throat and sat up. She switched her beer into her other hand so she could properly shake Liandra’s, “My name is Shea and I’m one of the volunteers working the Body Hunt Orb!”

“Body…Hunt?” Liandra repeated, an eyebrow raised.

“Yes!” Shea replied, obviously excited about the service she was helping with, “It’s quite simple! If you put your hand on this orb you’ll be entered into a system that helps pair guests on the Mestra who would be just perfect for each other in all sorts of ways. Complementary interests. Personalities. Life-goals. And of course who will be absolutely wet for each other at just a glance!”

“Ah,” Liandra’s reply was a bit airy as she listened to this furred nude woman talk, the energy in her voice causing Shea’s generous breasts to lightly bounce and jiggle. “And how does that…do that?”

Shea’s eyes followed Liandra’s vague hand gesture to the orb, which sat upon a silver cone and had a few copper tubes running here and there across it.

“Well, you touch the orb and one of two things will happen. The first is boring, you’ll just step away waiting to know when your perfect partner also touches it. But if your perfect partner has already touched it then the two of you will be transformed into a pair of identical bodies crafted to be the most desirable and sexy forms you each ever want to be with! Then you just have to hunt for your body double on the ship! You’ll know her when you see her!”

“I, uh, I see,” Liandra had seen a lot of fantastic things on the ship, but there always seemed to be one more thing that pushed at her ability to believe it was real, “Is that what…is that why you’re…”

Again Shea’s eyes followed Liandra’s vague hand motions, this time down at herself. She laughed when she realized what was being asked.

“Oh, the fur? Nooooo, I’d always loved being in an adult body pajama and after getting on the ship I was telling my girlfriend about how I just wanted to feel that soft and snug all the time and then suddenly I started growing this! It's the softest like chinchilla fur or something and I just love it and Dina loves it too. No, I haven’t used this, I have Dina, but when I found out I could help other women maybe find their loves I had to help!”

“Ah, ah, okay…” Liandra nodded. Her legs were fidgeting back and forth as her thighs squeezed a wet thong, soaked through thanks to the beautiful and unusual woman so casually enjoying her sexuality. “So, um…I just…”

Liandra’s hand hovered over the orb, wavering back and forth as she battled in her own mind over letting something so unknowable try and know something so personal and unknown to herself.

“Yep, just long enough to feel a sort of warm tingle.”

“And, if afterwards, I change my mind?” Liandra muttered.

“Well, I mean, who knows how any of this is done or undone,” Shea replied, “I certainly never expected to love being so covered in fur. But I do. And no one has come back to ask for this to be undone. My guess is it’s worked pretty satisfactory so far. Not that there can’t be a first otherwise.”

Liandra hovered for another moment. This felt like cheating. Her body would change and she’d just know who her perfect lover was because of that? She’d just told herself how much she didn’t need to change her looks. Was this antithetical to her desires?

But part of her mind pushed back. Did it really differ too much from how she’d considered dying her hair blonde? Or get a tattoo? Or from an online dating website claiming an algorithm could match her to someone? And with so much time in her life lost to her dumb job, wasn't it best to try and jump to that sort of happiness as quickly as possible?

Later that night Liandra would have liked to have said that it was the victory of one part over the other of her logical mind which had decided she should place her hand on the orb. But the truth was that her pussy was so horny that it decided this was the most likely way to find someone to do something about the dribble inching down her thigh.

A warm tingle did indeed begin to spread up her palm and fingers and over her hand to her wrist. Liandra just stared for a moment before Shea indicated she could now lift it away and Liandra stepped back.

“So, uh, how will I know…” Liandra mused as she felt a gentle massaging sensation atop her head.

“Oh, I can tell you that I know already!” Shea laughed, and Liandra could feel a tickle atop her bare shoulders. She turned her head and could see amber blonde hair growing downwards past her face. It was a lovely color between a natural blonde and her own brunette locks.

The massaging sensation spread downwards over Liandra’s face. She squinted as her eyes grew slightly larger, her nose thinned, and her lips stretched and puffed into a sultry pucker. Inside her mouth Liandra felt changes being made to her tongue, and when she sent it out between her pillowy lips it didn’t stop until nearly six inches of length hung from her face. She then slurped it back in, leaving a glaze of saliva on her lips.

The phantom massage continued downwards beneath her silver dress. Liandra felt her back stretching upwards, adding a couple inches to the height of her torso. She imagined she must look a bit top-heavy atop her unchanged legs - and this was before the sensation shifted into her breasts.

Liandra sputtered a hiss as her boobs started growing. She felt her skin stretch and pull as the jiggly fat within them nearly outgrew her own body. What had been delicate apples surged outwards in frustrated spurts, first as oranges, then softballs, and finally larger than grapefruits. Compared to the other busts Liandra had seen hefted around the Mestra the pair of perky boobs pushed outward beneath her stressed dress were still relatively small and she found herself pleased with their size.

The growth massage next focused on her nipples for a moment and Liandra fidgeted as she felt them reaching outwards, dragging under the silky fabric. After a moment the former brunette could see that her nips were now larger than double-shot glasses, and bobbing proudly hard and straight beneath her dress. Liandra could tell that there was no hope they’d ever soften. A gentle tingle beneath her armpits and a mild extension of her upper limbs was all that took hold over her arms.

The massage continued down Liandra’s body, mildly stretching and thinning her stomach. As it started to grip her hips Liandra thought that was all that would be changed, but then the sensation paused to focus on her belly button. The changing woman sucked on her big - and now apparently sensitive - pucker as she felt a warm sensation of pleasure push deep into her abdomen. There was a sudden release of…pressure? and Liandra felt a familiar need and wetness blossom upon her stomach.

Without even needing to lift the dress - the hem of which was rising higher and higher up her thighs - Liandra knew she’d just gained a very hungry pussy on her belly with a very engorged clitty begging for attention.

The warmth of transformation shifted further downwards and Liandra shifted back and forth on her feet as her hips spread a tad wider. The massage thickened her thighs and then slipped between them. Liandra could not hold back a wet coo as she felt her pussy alter slightly, her original clit growing outward and upwards slightly so that any hand could slip down and easily find it. The follicles of her pubic hair shifted and changed so that a soft heart now grew upon her mons and led to the wet folds below.

Liandra’s butt gained a few inches to balance her new breasts, and her legs pushed her upwards as they stretched to match the scope of her torso. Liandra guessed that overall maybe she’d gained just over a foot of height.

And when it came to feet she felt hers shifting within her heels. The silver shoes were becoming tight as her feet stretched and broadened slightly, and Liandra quickly stepped out of the heels. Standing on the carpet she found that her heels were now naturally bouncing upwards, her body permanently raised up a couple inches on the bare pads of her toes. When the thought of finding shoes for her new feet glinted over Liandra’s mind she actually felt a bit nauseous at the idea of covering them up.

“Woah…” Liandra muttered, a bit of saliva dabbling her lips, “Thisss isss wild.”

“You look amazing!” Shea giggled excitedly, “And remember, somewhere on the ship someone just turned into that, too! Now you just have to go find them!”

Liandra nodded, taking some careful steps on her new feet as she adjusted to a lot of new things; height, center of gravity, swinging breasts, a dress that was barely covering her ass, a tight thong that was going to have to go.

“I think what I need to find first is a mirror!”

to be continued...