Pleasure Cruise - The Trio's Tale

3,500+ words! And this isn't even the primary plot of Pleasure Cruise! Consider this just a little slice of life on the Mestra, a cruise ship filled with women who were invited to go on the vacation of a lifetime, so long as they were amenable to being transformed in various ways. I'm excited to tell the plot-driven part of Pleasure Cruise in a future month, as well as returning to SitC, but in the meantime enjoy a tale with 6 completely randomly chosen changes! ~dS

 Pleasure Cruise - The Trio's Tale

Sofie, Elle, and Dalia were up on the Lido deck of the Mestra. It was a sunny day and they were glad each had brought their own sunglasses.

Sofie was lounging on one of the many recliners, her lightly tanned skin on its way to a darker shade. Her features were delicate and petite, little feet connected to slim and smooth legs giving way to a slight ass. That ass, and her orange-sized breasts, were wrapped up within a white knitted bikini, the cups tied together with a larger criss-crossed string. Her slight hourglass form rested comfortably on the rubber rattan, her light brown hair pulled up into a loose bun.

Elle was just now getting out of the pool, the water rolling down the more mature curves of her very well maintained form. Elle may have had a good twenty years on many of the twenty- and thirty-somethings that had signed up for the pleasure cruise, but it was hard to tell. She adjusted the black knotted top of her bikini, giving her generous breasts a good shake. Her full rear was wrapped in the matching black bikini bottoms, and long toned legs were highlighted by the rivulets of water that traced their lines down to Elle’s feet. Her dark brown hair had been pulled up, but she now released it to fall in waves around her shoulders.

Dalia was still in the water, and swam up to the edge of the pool as Elle claimed the recliner next to Sofie and began to dry herself off. Dalie’s little breasts, wrapped in a dark green top with a window into their cleavage, came nowhere close to brushing the tiles beneath the lapping water. She crossed her arms and rested her chin by the duo she’d met just a few days ago, her long legs gently scissoring under the water while her bubbled butt bobbed beneath the surface, barely clad in a thong. Dalia’s bleached blonde locks were wet and matted down to her shoulders, a few more inches of them resting on the water’s surface surrounding Dalia.

As the trio rested they heard a moan not far from them and each looked over to the left. Another woman a dozen recliners or so down was laid out. A silky flower-patterned sarong was wrapped around her exaggerated hips and deeply tanned legs. Long black hair stretched down the length of the rattan, and her own sunglasses hid her eyes. Her breasts were larger than all three of the staring women’s busts combined, and bare - the Mestra was a clothing option ship, afterall.

But none of that was new. They’d all seen Kim get onto the ship and felt a pang of jealousy for some part of her.

What was new was that Kim no longer had her little chocolaty nipples adorning her big bare boobs. Instead two long hard dicks, each about seven inches long, were wobbling atop the curve of her tits. Kim was biting her plump lower lip as she slid her hands over their lengths, a bottle of suntan oil resting against her side. It wasn’t difficult to guess what had elicited the lusty exclamation.

“How do you think she ended up with those?” Elle muttered, not taking her eyes off the twin shafts with Kim’s fingers gently working up their length.

“I heard she was in the casino and said something about how she never wanted anyone to second guess how well endowed her breasts were. And then, bam!, her tits end up very well endowed!” Sofie replied.

“Those certainly look fun…” Elle sighed, finally tearing herself away from Kim’s nipple-dick play and facing her two companions. The older woman was glad her bikini bottoms were dark and already wet from the pool. Elle couldn’t help but shift her foot under herself so she could grind her warming pussy against her ankle a little. She’d always had a high libido, something that had nearly derailed her career back on land a number of times, and the general lack of cocks on the ship had helped her keep it under control. But she was never without the feeling of emptiness between her legs, and seeing two such wonderful options to fill her- “Why hasn’t one of us been changed yet?”

“Well, I’ve heard a rumor that near the back of the ship, on the fourth floor, a little box with a lever sometimes appears…” Dalia motioned the other women in close to the edge of the pool as she spoke in hushed tones, “...and for every time you pull the lever the box gives you a random change!”

“Ooo,” Elle replied, rocking on her ankle. She turned to Sofie, a big grin on her face, “If it’s there I dare you to pull for a change!”

“Oh yeah?” Sofie laughed back at Elle, “Well, I double dare you!”

“Fuck, you can’t turn down a double dare, Elle!” Dalia laughed.

“Fine, but then I triple dare you, Dalia!” Elle giggled back.

“Sure,” Dalia replied, lifting herself out of the water and onto the edge of the pool, “Throw me that towel and let’s go look for it!”

Moments later the trio were dried off, slipped into their various sandals, and had taken the elevator down to the ship’s fourth floor. Elle noted how Sofie and Dalia poked and teased each other in ways that indicated perhaps there was unsaid interest between the two to be more than just cruise companions. As they arrived at the stern of the Mestra they reached a small cul de sac that connected one hallway to the other shipside hallway. They didn’t, at first, see anything. But just as Elle was about to call out Dalia’s rumor as bullshit a sparkle caught their eyes.

At the center of the wall at the very apex of the curved connecting hallway a small wooden table appeared as if a small gossamer curtain had been pulled back from Reality itself. Atop this sat a little blue box which could have held two shoes inside of it. Four of its sides were flat with nothing to disrupt their smooth sides. But on the right side of the box was a lever, and at the top of it was a pane of glass which allowed the three women to see a blank white rectangle.

“Is that...is that it?” Sofie asked.

“I guess so…” Dalia answered quietly. She then gave Sofie’s back a little push, “Go on, try it!”

“Why do I have to pull it first?” Sofie replied. There was no hesitation in her voice, she just didn’t like being told what to do.

“Because you were dared first!” Elle insisted.

“Good enough,” Sofie shrugged. She reached out her petite hand and pushed down the lever. The sound of gears moving and coil springs winding could be heard - far more sound and movement coming from what could possibly fit within the little box - and as she released the handle it snapped back upwards and the blank white under the glass began spinning. It was clear that dozens of words were whirring in and out of view faster than they could be read.

“I wonder what I’ll-”

Ding!

Given how the glass laid flat across the top of the box it was difficult to read, so Sofie stepped forward to see it better. As she did so she felt a tingle fall over the skin of her feet, and her big toes started to slide off the front of the cork soles of her wedge sandals.

Sofie quickly understood why she was feeling that; the words under the glass read, FEET: BIGGER & MORE SENSITIVE

“Oh shit!” Sofie exclaimed, not in objection to what was happening but because her ankles were being pushed backwards by her growing feet off the edge of the four-inch raised heel. She felt each of her toes growing fat, bloating with flesh and expanding bone. Her toenails creaked as they broadened to keep in scale with her growing toes, and the white polish Sofie had painted on that morning to match her bikini now cracked and flaked off.

Her little feet had previously barely been a size 3, but Sofie could see that her growing feet were well over 8 inches in length now as she overflowed her sandals! And they were still growing, she could feel all the little bones within her stretching flesh pushing outwards and spurring on more growth.

Quite quickly Sofie’s feet were much too large to remain standing comfortably atop her sandals. She tried to kick the left one off but her toes were so fat that they wouldn’t release the leather thong that was cinching around them. And her feet were so broad now that it was painful to stand on the sandals. With a little yelp of “OW!” Sofie stumbled, but fortunately Dalia was there to catch her.

“I got you!” the blonde exclaimed, holding Sofie up under her arms.

“Thanks,” Sofie cooed, and she lifted one growing foot up so she could reach it. She guessed her foot may have stretched to ten inches now, and Sofie wiggled her big toes as they all well extended past the sole of the sandal. She grabbed the heel and shoved the shoe forward, popping it off her foot. It clattered onto the floor and Ell stepped back to avoid being struck by it.

Still held up by Dalia, Sofie put down her foot so she could remove the other sandal but paused a moment. Her body shivered in erotic warmth as her big broad foot came down on the short bristles of the ship’s carpet. Sofie’s body warmed wonderfully as she realized the extent of her foot’s increased sensitivity - and it likely wasn’t done. She could feel her skin gently dragging across the rug as her foot continued to increase in size.

The tight pinch of the thong across her toes brought Sofie back to her remaining sandaled foot, and in short order it had also been freed. Standing barefoot on the carpet now Dalia slipped her arms away and stepped back. She came around and saw a slightly goofy smile spread across Sofie’s face, the look of someone enjoying two new erogenous zones slowly growing and getting even more sensitive.

“Are you...okay...Sofie?” Dalia asked, almost afraid to break the other woman out of her pleasant stupor.

“Oh, oh yeah…” she lightly muttered, “I’m fiiiiine…”

“Certainly looks like it…” Elle added, one finger pointing down at the dampness barely visible on Sofie’s otherwise dry bikini bottom. That was enough to pull Sofie out of her horny haze. She looked down, at first to confirm what Elle had indicated, but she stopped when she saw her feet. Her feet were, appropriately enough, each at least a foot long. Her heels were like baseballs, her ankles roughly the same size. Her feet bulged out from her thin shins like they’d been made of carnival balloons. It was likely Sofie couldn’t have fit them in a Men’s size 14!

“What do you think of them?” Dalia asked.

“I...I’ll need to get used to them...maybe be careful for my first few steps...but, fuck, just feeling the weight of my body pushing my bare feet into this carpet...it’s got me…” Sofie trailed off, the growing stain on her bikini bottoms finishing her sentence for her. Sofie looked up to Dalia with a blush spreading over her cheeks as she asked, “What do you think of them?”

“I...think it’s time this one took her turn!” Dalia blushed as she turned and pointed at Elle. 

“Okay, fine. No case of hobbit feet is going to scare me!” the older woman stated as she grabbed the lever and pulled.

“Hey, my feet are not hairy!” Sofie objected as the white under the glass began to whirl. Elle was tall enough she could see the words just fine as they came up with a Ding!

“Well, what did it say?”

Dalia’s question was answered as Elle turned around. She was looking down at her belly button and the trio watched as the little divot began to stretch upwards. Elle bit her lip and could not hold back a warm Mmmm… Where once there had been barely any sensation she felt a flood of sensitivity flow into her belly.

Slowly the lengthening sides of Elle’s new orifice puffed up, and a smaller pinker coral curtain formed within alongside them. At the top Elle could feel a little knot of need form, the eroticism of the rest of her changes paling in how sensitive this one point felt. Elle could feel a familiar hunger and emptiness sink into her abdomen beneath the newly opened vagina, one she knew between her legs all too well.

“Well, that’s a, uh...that’s a belly pussy,” Sofie half heartedly pointed at Elle’s new addition.

“Technically, according to the box, it’s a ‘navel vagina,’” Elle corrected. Her right hand gently touched her ribs, but then slid down to trace the right side of her new vulva. Her labia glistened and quivered.

“It’s a belly pussy,” Dalia agreed with Sofie as she confidently marched over to the box. She gave the lever a yank.

“How does it feel?” Sofie asked, fascinated by the opening perched on Elle’s stomach.

“Not a whole lot different than the other one…” Elle replied with contemplation.

“Do you still have, like, organs behind there?”

“I don’t think anything on this ship is concerned with-”

Ding!

Sofie and Elle turned to look at Dalia, who was still standing at the box. They watched as the top of her bikini began to unravel itself, the green material falling apart into individual threads and falling down off her skin into a little verdant ring around her sandals.

Dalia was looking down at her bare breasts as she turned around, her little crimson nipples hardening and her areola crinkling.

“That’s...interesting…” Sofie couldn’t take her eyes away from Dalia’s displayed chest.

“What’d it say to do that?” Elle asked.

“‘Your Breasts Must Always Be Bare,’” Dalia replied, looking up from her boobs to catch Sofie practically drooling for them.

“Oh, okay, so pretty much exactly what I guessed,” Elle added.

“Like what you see? They ain’t much, but they do the job,” Dalia teased Sofie. Sofie blushed again and, not certain what else to do, turned to Elle.

“Okay, well, your turn again.”

“Woah, wait, what?” Elle responded, taking a step back. She was surprised, but not concerned.  “What makes you say that?”

“I double dared you, so you have to pull twice,” Sofie smiled and winked. Dalia rolled her eyes as Elle shook her head.

“That’s some bullshit logic there, but I’ll take it - if…” Sofie had started to celebrate a grammar victory before Elle added the if, who then continued by reiterating it when Elle saw how it made Sofie’s expression drop, “...if Dalia agrees that the triple dare means she has to pull twice more.”

Sofie and Elle looked to Dalia for her reaction, who simply shrugged.

“Whatever, sure, right now all that’s happened to me is that I have to go topless from now on, and at least on this ship that doesn’t mean much.”

“Excellent,” Elle clapped her hands together and stepped over to the box, yanking the handle with exaggerated gusto and flair, “What has this got for me that will compliment a binch on my belly?”

The trio stood expectantly around the box as gears whirled and springs wined and the white whirred. Given her height only Elle could actually read the words as they clicked into place.

“Well, did not expect that…” Elle muttered.

“What’s it…” Dalia pushed Elle aside and stepped up to the box, and then burst out laughing. “‘Twice A Day Cum Addiction’?! On this sapphic sorted ship? Good fucking luck!”

“I’ll make it work,” Elle replied, sticking her tongue out at Dalia in defiance. But Elle could already feel an impulse, a need, building that was far more urgent than her negligible nymphomania, “You pull it now.”

“Gladly,” Dalia gave a sneery smile and swung her arm dramatically to grab the lever, her nipples jiggling atop her little breasts. Dalia pulled it with more dramatic flair and then raised up her hand like she’d done a mic drop.

Dalia didn’t even look at the box as it whirled and clicked. She just kept the same teasing expression trained on Elle, and the two retained their faux-competitive staring contest until finally they were startled into laughing by the Ding!

“What...what did you get?” Sofie asked, her anxiety over the unknown building up. The petite woman wanted to fidget in place but restrained herself - every shift of weight atop her expanded feet was making her wetter and wetter. As Sofie asked her question Dalia could feel an itching spread over her skin from her wrists to her neck to her ankles, but her playful one-upwomanship with Elle got the better of her.

“You know what? I’m not even going to look,” Dalia announced, puffing out her slight chest in pride and giving her nips the gentlest upswing. She blindly reached an arm behind herself and felt for the handle as a white bespeckledness began to spottle her skin. Fine white hairs were sprouting across most of Dalia’s body as she felt the lever, pulled it, and sent SHEEP’S WOOL spinning away.

“You’re not - you didn’t look?” Sofie threw her hands to her face in horror as she realized what Dalia had done.

“Baller,” Elle quietly said, nodding her head in respect.

“Nope,” Dalia replied as she looked down at the curly white growing in more and more quickly. An inch of wool had already covered Dalia’s body by now, only her hands, feet, head, and breasts bare of the thick fur, “I think I can guess this one. And you know what? I think I’ll guess the next one just fine as well.”

“Nnn...no!” Sofie exclaimed, true and pure concern pushing her to step forward to try and convince Dalia otherwise. But she was still unsteady on her grown feet and failed to lift her step high enough, causing Sofie to stumble forward by tripping on her own toes. Dalia reached out and caught her, the impact reduced by what was three inches of wool now. “What-what if it’s a mental thing!”

As Sofie made her plea the box made it’s Ding!, which Dalia ignored. Instead she stared into Sofie’s eyes and patted her on the cheek.

“Whatever it is, on this ship I know it won’t be bad and I’ll figure it out…”

It was at this moment that the result of OVERT SEXUAL OBSESSION WITH NEXT ONE YOU CONTACT went into effect. As she looked at Sofie’s lovely face, one she’d already wanted to kiss but hadn’t gotten up the courage to attempt, Dalia felt her pussy flush with juices that quickly soaked her bikini bottom before being wicked away by the wool pushed down around her lower lips. Dalia’s nipples popped to an incredible stiffness as she looked upon and held a sexual goddess.

“Shit, I want you so bad, Sofie,” Dalia mewed to a surprised-yet-delighted Sofie, “I...can we fuck? Or do you want me to lick those big hot feet of yours?”

Sofie was certainly taken aback by Dalia’s forwardness, but pleased that one of them had finally said something. She was partially engulfed in nearly six inches of soft white wool, in the arms of a woman she’d silently lusted after for a number of days. Her body flushed and her pussy gushed.

“Oh, oh, of course…” Sofie sheepishly grinned, throwing her arms around Dalia’s wooly waist and pulling her in closer. They threw their faces together and kissed passionately, their tongues twisting about so fervently they could have gotten knotted together.

Elle watched as the impossible little box shimmered away behind the closing gossamer curtain of Reality itself. She doubted any of them would see it again. She turned her attention back to the two women making out in front of her and lazily lifted one hand to the pussy on her stomach. A trickle of juice was making its way down her lower belly and Elle shamelessly pushed two finger inside of her new orifice. She bit her lip and bounced on her toes as she felt how tight her new slit was. She was definitely getting a dick in there today even if it didn’t sate her addiction needs.

For another moment or so Elle observed the wanton young women so lost in lust that they fell to the hallway carpet without a consideration for taking their needs to a stateroom. It was clear, and somewhat funny to Elle, that soft-spoken Sofie was now the dominant one, grunts and single-syllable words of “There!”, “More!”, and “Lick!” directing the hard-willed Dalia. As Elle turned to walk away, driven by the nagging of her new addiction, the last thing she saw was Sofie lift up one of her enormous feet and grab Dalia’s shoulder wool to direct her to lick the fattened toes.

As much as Elle wanted to continue watching, she was now much more curious to find out if Kim was still sunning her thick new endowments by the pool...

to be continued, in a fashion...