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A Perfect Couple

Synopsis: A scientist invents a way to perfect herself and her husband.

Tags: MC, MF, MD, FD, GR

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A Perfect Couple

By Paladin

Patricia Barton, PhD and many other initials strung behind her name, was sitting at her computer thinking- something she did very well. The animal tests had gone phenomenally- she had literally turned a white rat into a guinea pig, right down to DNA and behaviors, in only a few hours.

The drugs, the nano-particles, the DNA cocktail, the carefully designed radioactive and bioreactive atmosphere, the feedback system, and the tedious computer programming have finally come together to create her dream- the ability to control the body and mind on the most fundamental level. She had read adult stories about wild computer programs, alien-given powers, and similar tales of humans granted god-like powers over others and it just fed her dream… her fetish… her obsession.

Patricia was in her sixties now. Her hair was grey and thin, her skin was blotchy and wrinkling, her joints were painful... She was hideous in her own eyes. Her husband during all of this, Earnie, was her rock. He was dumpy, never quite as quick mentally as she was, and no prize by any real definition, but he loved her and she loved him.

She looked at the machinery again. The interface chamber looked like a cheap bathtub filled with fine white sand, surrounded by tubes, wires, lights, and squat cabinets jammed with purring machines. She looked at the dozens of tubes of the ‘DNA cocktail’ she had been growing for the last couple of months from their cells. She looked at the pitifully small container of nanoparticles and the scant amounts of other key ingredients. She had so little, but the stuff she needed was so rare or expensive that this was all she could afford- barely enough material for three tries. She had to get it all right.

Ernie snored on the gurney he was strapped to for his own safety. The light sleeping pill should be out of his system by now, and his other meds had been replaced with look-a-likes filled with what she needed him to take for some time now.

Poor Ernie. He had no idea what was coming. She had not shared any of it with him to protect him from the risks and worry. If this did not work it would devastate her, but she needed him to go first so he could run the controls for her. Besides, for her plans to work, both of them needed to be processed. She hoped he would understand.

One last sweep of the controls- more to delay what she needed to do than anything, and she went over to the gurney and slid him onto the sand in the tub. She injected him with each of the several pre-loaded syringes lined up on a nearby tray. She fit the dozens of probes to his body, struggling to turn him to fit them on his back.

As she moved him, she occasionally stepped on a foot control that forced air up through the fine, not-really-sand material. As it fluidized, she was able to reposition him easily, and when it stopped, it molded to him perfectly with no skin pressure.

OK, drugs and electrodes ready, she fit some breathing tubes and an IV in place, activated the tank again, and gently pushed him down into the bubbling quasi-sand. Monitors and sensors arrayed around the tank showed everything was starting off smoothly and she sat back down in the control seat for the long wait. Although she was not religious, she found herself muttering a prayer for success.

She had set herself several alarms to go off so she would be sure to check key moments in the operation, and the first one jarred her out of a fitful nap. It was an hour into the process and time to make sure that every element was working correctly. Each sensor was reporting, the IV was flowing as expected, and the many small machines were purring along properly. She looked at the thermal imaging and everything looked right. Several of his readings were off- but off in exactly the way they should be. He was running hot, chemical and enzyme levels were all over the place, brainwaves looked horrible- but right on the predicted marks. She let out a deep breath- he was alive and everything was working as it ought. She muttered her thanks to whatever gods were listening, grabbed some snack bars, and went back to her seat.

The next time she woke up, the white sands were beige. The process generated wastes and the sand would absorb it all, so this was as expected. She switched out the IV bag, added the proper drug cocktail for the next phase, and quadruple-checked the program that was about to run in his mind for the next few phases. One of the antennas used to communicate with the nanoparticles was showing a deviation, making for a few anxious moments as she corrected the settings.

‘God,’ she thought, ‘this would all have been so much easier if she had a techie or aid to help out’- but there was no one else who even knew about this project. She had carefully done it all in a rented storage unit she paid for in cash through the mail. Every purchase was done so it would be almost impossible to track, and the stuff she ‘borrowed’ from the lab she ran would not be missed for quite some time. She was in this all by herself. On the other hand, she had planned for this day for decades.

Her thoughts drifted back over the years- her frustration over her lack of looks or grace; her other, dumber, siblings marrying and having kids as she buried herself in research that was more and more esoteric. She recalled her discovery of a company that called itself, in private, Secret Sexlabs Inc. and the wealth of information they had accumulated. She briefly wondered if they had yet found that she had tapped their databases, and smiled as she thought about whom the rather unsavory group could report it to if they had. With all of the false data and dead ends she left in their computers, it might be years before they get back on track.

The nights mapping her and Ernie’s DNA and teasing out secrets no one else had put their fingers on yet, the hours spent calculating exactly what she wanted and how to get there, the long weeks of barely seeing Ernie or a bed, the missed vacations and weekends together- she had paid so much, and Ernie was so supportive. His own job at the plant was nothing special, but he liked it. He still managed to do most of the cooking and cleaning around the house. He joked about being a good wife for her, and it hurt her every time he said it. She even felt bad about the hours he spent under hypnosis telling her his deepest secrets and fantasies, and the tweaking she felt she had to do in a few places.

But, now, finally, it was coming to a close. The fire-proof lockbox on the counter held new identities for both of them. In just a couple more days they were going to start a brand-new life, all thanks to her lifelong obsession, incredible mind, and this wonderful machine.

It took over a day of work and restless naps, but the final countdown was running. The now deep brown sand was being pumped out, the nanoparticles were leaving his body, the last dregs of drugs were being flushed, and the mental processing was shifting to a rest phase.

The tank went into a wash cycle, removing all traces of the stuff he had been immersed in for last day and a half, and Patrica’s heart was hammering. She wanted so bad to go look in the tank, but held herself in place, monitoring the last few critical bits, praying nothing would go wrong.

She heard coughing from the tank- deep, forceful, masculine coughing that set her heart aflutter. A corded and tan hand reached out and grabbed the side of the tank. She could see the muscles ripple as he sat up. Dear gods- he was perfect! The young man sitting up had short, dark hair framing a perfectly chiseled face. You could easily see the Harrison Ford and George Clooney touches she built into the matrix. He turned his brilliant blue eyes to her and smiled. His smile sent a shiver through her small frame.

“Patrica? Dear? What’s going on?” He asked in a deep voice, one that rumbled with authority, just as she planned. He turned more towards her and she marveled at his chest- broad and well-muscled with a small fuzzy patch in the middle- just like she wanted. “Patricia, my eyes are up here, dear. Please tell me why I am naked in this thing and why I look and feel so… wonderful.” His voice could not be disobeyed.

Suddenly nervous, Patrica stammered out “I, I changed you. I hope you like it. Please tell me you like it.” She felt like a nerdy schoolgirl talking to the school’s quarterback.

“I think so. Can you tell me why I think my name is Edward now?” She explained that it was part of his new identity, and felt her knees grow weak as he climbed effortlessly out of the tank revealing a lean, muscular body.

“OK, so tell me about my new self.” He asked as he reached for her hand. She led him to a nearby mirror and began to talk. She quickly outlined her research of the last few decades and then started to share with him what she had done.

“Obviously, you are taller, younger, and stronger than you used to be. You are now about 25, 6′8″ and muscled like an Olympic-level athlete. I used a swimmer as the base model for the musculature rather than a weight-lifter to find a good balance between definition, strength, flexibility, stamina, and speed. The muscle fibers are enhanced so you are stronger and faster than you appear, with a side benefit of rapid healing and rebuilding. If you start a weight lifting program, you’ll find that they will bulk up rapidly.

“Your cardiovascular system has been rebuilt and improved. You can hold your breath for much longer than most people, and your heart has been strengthened and tweaked so you will never experience any more heart disease and you have incredible stamina. This also helps your new muscles by providing them with more blood and nutrients. Your digestive system, metabolism, internal organs, etc. have also been improved in many, many ways that we can explore later.

“I’m really proud of what I did with your reproductive system. I customized each muscle and so forth to create something special. Your new penis is about the same size when flaccid, but when aroused, it will grow to something designed to be the best possible fit for most women. You’ve got more nerve endings than before, your testicles are larger and work better, and you’ve got more voluntary control over it than any other man has. You can will it erect or limp, you can ejaculate when you want, and you can control the amount of your ejaculate as well as the ratio of sperm to seminal fluid.”

As she talked about his new tool, he felt it grow, and grow… and grow. He flexed a mysterious muscle and it popped up against his stomach. Another flex and it curved to the left, then the right. She explained that he could adjust the curvature of the shaft this way. He asked her how he controlled his sperm and such and she explained that it would take some practice but she would be there to help.

“I also made some changes in your head. Your vision is repaired and improved, even your night vision. The blind spot in human eyes is moved a bit so you have better acuity. Your senses of smell, taste, and hearing are also improved. Your brain has a lot more neurons and connections than before and your natural brain chemicals are more powerful. This should significantly improve your memory, your ability to learn, the ability to think creatively, and your overall intelligence.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I also tweaked the way you think about some things. I boosted your sex drive and removed some inhibitions you had. I know you were interested in some things before, but reluctant to act on them. This should be gone. I’ve force-programmed some new skills and memories you can access to help us with our new lives. I… I also… er…” He asked her to spit it out with That Voice. “I made you more dominating in our relationship, and more interested in exploring new things that I am interested in.” He nodded absently, still staring at his new, sculpted body.

“I also…” She began.

He interrupted her in amazement. “There’s more?” He wondered aloud.

“Well, you emit pheromones that should make men trust and respect you, and women excited by you, and your voice has a frequency in it that makes it easy to believe or obey whatever you say. You should be very influential and charismatic now.”

“I see. You mentioned new skills. I think I know some of them, but what did you do?”

She trembled at The Voice again, and seeing the aroused Adonis before her did not help. “I programmed you with the knowledge of basic musical theory and techniques since I know you have always wished you could sing and play instruments. Some languages, wine knowledge, the basics of several martial arts and dances… Oh, yes, also some sexual techniques and some financial information.”

They talked for another hour. Patricia was amazed at how easily Edward was taking in the information, and she was also pleased that he was taking a more and more dominant role. He had dressed himself in some clothes she had ready and was sitting at another computer terminal reviewing her work as they spoke.

After some time, his eyes twinkled and he asked “And now it is time for the next step, isn’t it?” She gasped, both in surprise and at the continuing effect he was having on her.

“What do you mean, Sir…, er, Edward?” He gestured at a screen he had pulled up, one that showed her from several angles and had line after line of information scrolling past.

“I see you have things set up so you can be next. I see that the machinery has been resetting as we have talked, and that you keep glancing at those screens over there which seem to show that things are ready to go again. Besides, you made a very sexual creature and I am a bit concerned that although I still love you deeply, that you and I are not physically compatible right now- and that saddens me.”

She admitted that this was all done so he could process her into their ideal woman, a ‘superior woman’. She gave him some background on her obsession and showed him how everything worked, then showed him the checklists and manuals to consult if things go awry. His newly quickened mind absorbed it all effortlessly and he asked her some very pointed questions about the process- even suggesting an improvement that made perfect sense once he explained it to her carefully.

“I’m going to go lay down on the sand and take a whiff of sleeping gas. You’ll have about an hour to review my settings and make whatever adjustments you want while I’m out. When these sensors say the gas is out of my bloodstream, you can start the process.” They talked about details for a few more minutes, but she adamantly refused to discuss her settings with him. She explained that he was in full charge and could change anything she set at his whim. She just wanted to be perfect for him. She wondered for a moment if she would have been this flexible had she not been so taken with Him in all of His power and glory.

Patricia lay on the sand, took the whiff of gas, and soon passed out. The next thing she knew, robotic arms were drying her off with warm air. She lay there for several minutes as the fog in her mind lifted and strength flowed back into her limbs. She felt disoriented, her name escaped her for a moment, and she was not sure where she was- but she also felt vibrantly alive and incredibly aroused. She reached up to grip the walls beside her so she could sit up and caught sight of a long, tanned, elegant hand that looked… so unfamiliar somehow. She gently shook her head, feeling her long hair move as she sat up, relishing the feeling of her large breasts settling into place. She slid a leg up and was excited by the silky sensations in her nether regions. Stretching was an exercise in erogenous zones being stimulated just by the movement of her skin.

As she sat up, she caught sight of a muscular man off to the side. “Edward, my beloved!” She touched her throat when she heard her higher musical voice. Memories rushed back as she saw the room. “Did everything work?” She held a delicate hand out to him and he helped her effortlessly and gracefully slip out of the tank. “May I please see myself?” He led her to a mirror. She gasped when she saw herself.

“Oh, Edward, this is so perfect! Please, tell me about my new self!” She was delighted with what she saw in the mirror, a beautiful, sexual creature with delicious tits and hips that made her want to fuck herself. Delightfully yummy.

“With pleasure, my love. First, your name is Palila. I thought it went better with your new coloring. It is a Polynesian word meaning ‘bird’. Since one of my nicknames for you was ‘my dove’, it seemed appropriate. Your middle name is Kanani and means ‘beautiful one’ and your new maiden name, Hara, means ‘princess. You are physically about 23 years old.”

Palila instantly felt the rightness of the name settle on her like a familiar cloak, wondering for an idle moment what her name used to be- Pam, maybe? She also knew she would instantly recognize ‘Lila’ and ‘Li’ as her name as well. 23? She felt so young, like she was supposed to be much older somehow… a professor or something maybe? Silly, silly thoughts! She just graduated high school a few years ago!

“Your original plan was for a statuesque blonde, but I felt you deserved something more exotic. The basic foundation is a Pacific Islander beauty- dusky skin, long black hair, slender build. I added elements of Native American, Hispanic, Asiatic, and French to give you more height and curves, sort of a ‘bronzed caramel’ skin tone and more unique facial features. You are almost 6′ tall and 38E-22-36. You have also been programmed with an understanding of Hawaiian and Pacific Island cultures and languages. I have to say I was impressed to find things like that in your library.”

Li found herself stroking her long hair and swaying to an unheard island beat. Her memory conjured up tropical nights and bird calls, volcanoes and sex on the beach. Surfing, kayaking, enthusiastic fucking in a rushing waterfall…

“Your eyes were a lot of fun. The base color a sea blue-green and they are bigger than before, with an Asiatic shape, and have the same programming as I do for functionality. In fact, I copied most of my senses settings over to you. Let’s see… high cheekbones, full lips… Oh, yes, wait until you gain full control of your new long tongue. That should be very interesting!

“Enhanced musculature and other systems, patterned after mine again, but without the visible muscle definition in most places, and a different ratio of body fat to maintain that delightful feminine shape. I tweaked your leg, hip, buttock, and other muscles a bit so your walk will be sensual, and heels will be painless and effortless for you.”

Li was lightly stroking her smooth skin. The sensations were incredible and made her pussy feel so yummy. She was of a mind to just jump the gorgeous man who apparently would not shut up, but His Voice kept her riveted on the mirror.

“Your new reproductive system is as much a masterpiece as you made mine. You have the same sorts of controls I have over various systems, obviously remapped for a female. You now have intimate control over many muscles, voluntary control over ovulation and climax, and even the ability to adjust your pH and temperature to make it easier or harder to get pregnant. Your clitoris is enlarged and filled with nerve endings, and I increased the nerves in several spots inside your vagina- rubbing some of these spots should be quite interesting for you! You now squirt when you climax, and your secretions are tuned for flavor, texture, and some other things you’ll learn about later. You also have an improved ability to make the fluids. In other words, your pussy is sweet, hot, tight, sensitive, and slick and should be a lot of fun for you and your partners. Oh, and your pubic hair will only grow in a small patch and be nice and soft.”

Li felt the truth of that as her little kohi, er, pussy released a warm trickle of honeyed silk down her thigh. Her shifting hips had been generating some distracting heat and her poor kohi was feeling rather lonely. She lifted her hands to support her incredible u’waius and thumb her new nipples.

“As you are discovering, your breasts are magnificent, if I do say so myself. Your original plans were perfect, so other than coloration and a few other changes, I left them alone for the most part. You tweaked every muscle involved so they would stand high and proud, you had already made them so they could lactate at will, and had increased the nerve endings there as well. I did tweak your nipples to be a little bigger, and adjusted the aureole so it looked to be a better fit. And I added more of those sweet little bumps they get when you are excited. I hope you don’t mind.”

Li didn’t mind. She loved her boobilicious u’waius and the texture of her aureoles excited her questing fingers as well. They just felt so kamaha’o, wonderful. Hawaiian words were drifting through her mind as she got hornier, it was harder to keep it in English since Edward knew so little of her language. Fortunately, they both spoke several other languages in common and she planned on having a lot of fun teaching him Hawaiian.

“I gave you some of the same pheromones and some of the vocal control I have, and reinforced our relationships. Besides husband and wife, I am your lord and king, and you are my princess- though not my slave. You’ll obey almost anything I say, but mostly out of your love for me and your trust that I will not abuse that role. Because of the way you programmed me, I programmed you to be open in our relationship. We will both enjoy other partners. You are quite bisexual now and very uninhibited. There is little you will not do sexually. You love sex, you almost crave sex. You even enjoy watching porn when there is nothing else going on.”

She felt the truth of that as well. She loved sex. She adored sex. She was built for sex. With this body, she also knew she could have all of the sex she would ever want. She thought about what she might not enjoy, and found little- pain, animals, that sort of thing did nothing for her. The thought of being tied up excited her. Anal intrigued her. She loved oral. Three-ways? Why not four, five, or twelve ways? Girls? Hell yes! She was all moist and drippy thinking about stroking another girl’s tender flesh. Her relationship with Edward, her Lord, shifted as well, even as He spoke. She loved Him before, now she almost worshiped Him.

“I enhanced your brain the same way you did mine, although I did ‘hide’ some of your education from you to protect you from shock and to help you better fulfill your role as a young woman. It will return to you over the next few months. Your high IQ is unaffected.

“You set up some rather exhaustive skills and knowledge to program yourself with. I changed some of them, though. The complete list would take some time, but it includes the whole sexual encyclopedia you used on me (and my admiration to you for that- you’ll have to tell me later if you found or wrote that), dance skills with an emphasis naturally on Pacific cultures, a rather complete list of homemaking skills, some martial arts, and more. Oh, you are also now a skilled singer and actress as well, able to play a variety of roles. This should come in handy when we role-play sexually. You should be able top portray a slinky seductress or a shy school girl with equal ease.”

Li felt the knowledge blooming in her mind and body. As he spoke, she felt herself shift to a seductress roll- tall, haughty, with upthrust breasts and elegance dripping from her bearing, then shift to a shy little girl, eyes downcast, toe digging on the floor. She could not wait to try everything out.

Li asked some questions, and from this point the conversation went highly technical for the next half-hour or so. The camera she had set up earlier to catch everything showed her body language shift more and more to what might best be called a respectful sex kitten. She sat closer and closer to him until she was on his lap, thrusting her breasts into his face. She was demurring on many points, and even referring to herself in the third person increasingly often.

Even so, she held her own academically- his partitioning of her knowledge did not affect information about the machine or her future plans. When he said they should retire to Hawaii, she was adamant about the tax and other benefits of her other options, including some tropical islands.

She set the countdown that would melt the circuitry to slag and they worked together to collect and disperse the more portable elements in several dumpsters around town- the locations of which happened to be near some caches of supplies she had set out so they would not have to go back home. What few valuables and memories they had there were already either in her car or en route to other safe locations.

A Couple Months Later…

Edward and Palila Burton were on their honeymoon on a white sand beach on a tropical island with lenient tax laws and no extradition (just in case). The hotel owned this stretch, back far enough to discourage even photographers with telescopic lenses. Discreet security helped ensure their privacy, aided further by generous tips and his Voice.

They lay back on a large blanket under a large sun umbrella, digesting the wonderful lunch the hotel made for them. Edward was on his back, almost snoring. His tight Speedos showed that whatever he was thinking of was at least somewhat arousing. Palila was laying on her side in a blindingly white micro-bikini and a gauzy wrap on her hips.

Her cozy little kohi was warm and wet as she thought back over the last few months. The drive through the city discarding parts and collecting supplies, with frequent stops to suck and fondle was fun, but the night in the cash-only hotel was incredible.

Palila had been wearing a sundress she had planned for a tall blonde but still worked nicely with her new coloration. She did not bother with underwear, and the clerk at the hotel almost had a stroke staring at her bulging chest. Palila shifted into a shy virgin role as they entered the room they were going to spend their first night.

She knelt on the floor and bowed her head. “Please sir, Palila is afraid. She has not been with a man before. She has heard stories that it will hurt, and her village sisters told her stories about the large tool white men carried.”

Edward was pleased with her choice of roles. She was even shivering a little- delightful! “It is OK my beautiful dove. I promise to be gentle and we will go slowly. I am a virgin as well. We will learn together.” He reached for her and she stood up tentatively, shivering like a newborn fawn. She radiated raw sexuality, but also perfect innocence. She reluctantly allowed herself to be led to the bed, and hung back on the edge, arms crossed protectively in front of herself.

Edward stroked her face gently, and she turned away, tucking her cheek against her shoulder. He stroked her hair and she shivered. “It’s OK little one. Let me just hold you for a little bit.” He gathered her into his muscular arms, holding her against his chest. He was amazed that she could act in such a way that her height seems to have lessened so the phrase ‘little one’ seemed so appropriate. Bravo!

Palila inhaled His masculine fragrance and shivered again. She was determined to keep up the role, but He smelled so good she just wanted to push Him back and fuck Him unconscious. He felt her shivering and naturally fell into the proper supporting role. “There, there, it will be OK. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Is it OK if I just stroke your hair like this? It is so soft and beautiful.” Gods, her hair felt like an erogenous zone to her. She stifled a moan, turning it to a gentle whimper.

Edward gently turned her face to His with a finger on her chin. He fixed His ice-blue eyes on her and used His Voice. “Calm down, little one. There is nothing to be afraid of. I love you and you love me. I am your lord and king and you are my beautiful princess. You will do as I ask, won’t you?”

Palila squeaked out a whispered “Yes, my Lord.” Edward asked her to repeat herself.

“Yes, my Lord. I will do as you ask.” Edward asked her to kiss Him, and she did so. Her lips quivered and she barely applied any pressure. Edward’s cock responded to her seeming reluctance by growing painfully rigid. He kept the kiss going as she slowly melted into it. Her face grew closer, and her body began to melt into His. He felt her nipples begin to protrude against His firm chest. Soon, her tongue was against His lips, then in His mouth as her hand began to rub His strong pectorals through His tight polo shirt.

“Take off my shirt, shoes and socks, little dove.” She reluctantly broke away from Him and awkwardly pulled His shirt up, then slipped off His shoes and socks. She seemed unsure of what to do next, licking her lips and staring at His mouth, one hand apparently unconsciously touching her large left breast. “Come to me, princess.” He urged.

When she stepped near, He surprised her by grabbing the hem of her dress and flipping it up, covering her face. He held it there as He pulled her close to him. She felt His hot breath on her exposed chest and was soon panting in lust. He kissed her big nipples and her knees went weak in a reaction she did not need to fake. She fell onto His lap and His hot mouth explored her while she was still blinded by her own dress. Her hands roamed His chest and back, one daring to touch His thigh, then move upwards.

She gasped when she brushed His massive manhood. Back in character, she clambered out of His grasp and pulled her dress back down. She ended in a kneeling position, staring at the thick outline of His Manhood in His thin slacks like it was both holy and terrifying. Seemingly hypnotized by the shape, she slowly approached and reached a curious hand to it, pulling it back at the last second.

“Please, my Lord, may Palila touch You? She has never touched another man, but she wants to touch You so badly. Please?” When Edward nodded his head, she placed one hand on the thick ridge and felt its strength and heat. It was so hot, she snatched her hand back in surprise. With a look of renewed intensity, she slid her hands along His hips to the waistband and began to work His pants off with Him helping by lifting His hips. When she had them down enough to see the reddish head of His Cock, she stopped.

She touched and caressed it, cooing like it was a small animal. She gave it a little kiss and continued slipping off his pants. She tossed them aside and pulled Him to the edge of His seat, eyes locked on His Cock like it was the only real object in the world.

Just to be evil, Edward flexed His cock- towards her, away from her, to the left, then the right. He made it pulse and dance and she watched like it was a cobra rising from the basket. He used his muscles to bop her gently on the nose and broke the trance. She reached out and took it firmly in one hand.

“Hello, Mr. Ule” She said, speaking to His Penis. “Palila is very pleased to meet you. You are quite u’hi, beautiful. You are very large, maybe too large for little Palila. May Palila kiss you? She thinks that we should get to know each other and a kiss would be a nice gesture of friendship.” When Edward gave His Cock an enthusiastic flex, she continued. “Thank you, Mr. Ule. Ummm”

Palila kissed the large plum of Edward’s cockhead as she lightly caressed the shaft and His prodigious balls. He was enjoying it so much he almost missed that she named his penis in Hawaiian and was talking about herself in the third person. It was all just so cute, and SO erotic!

“Oh, Mr. Ule. You taste delicious. Palila likes you very much! May she kiss you some more? Oh, thank you!” Palila s-l-o-w-l-y slid her brilliant red lips down His thick shaft. He saw her cheeks, then her throat deform to accept it. Her tongue was wrapping around the shaft and massaging the sensitive points on the bottom and near the head. She slid her mouth back almost off and dove back on, making amazing sounds as she did so.

One hand was teasing His balls, the other stroked his leg and foot. She was humming and singing to His Cock, and was switching things up now. Sucking lightly on one ball, then the other as she gently jacked Him by hand; licking the little hole on the tip as she smiled up at Him; working the shaft sideways through her mouth like an ear of corn; rubbing His shaft with her hot tits; jacking Him with her long hair. He was growing dizzy and his cock was throbbing… then she stuck a finger in His ass and He lost it. Thick globs of sperm pumping out hitting her all over her face and chest, some getting in her mouth and just as much hitting her chin. The white sperm on her dark skin was an amazing sight.

Back on the beach, Palila was rubbing herself gently remembering that night. Edward had actually passed out for a minute after that. When he awoke with her mouth back on his cock, they fell into bed and fucked until the sun came up. Her new body almost overwhelmed her with sensations, and even now her questing finger was heating her up nicely.

She looked over to Edward and wondered how asleep He was. They needed very little sleep now- cat-napping every few hours most of the time, but sleep was still important. She gently blew in His ear and was rewarded with a smile and a stirring in His pants. Feeling playful, she grabbed some props from her oversized bag. Some scarves and a couple pairs of trick handcuffs would work just fine. She positioned herself so her waist was on the blanket to keep sand out of sensitive places, and tucked the colorful scarves around her ankles, as if she was tied down on the beach. She used the handcuffs to lock one hand to the umbrella and the other to a nearby table.

“No! You won’t get away with this!” Palila mock-screamed loudly enough to wake Edward, but not loudly enough to attract unwanted attention. “Leave poor Palila alone! She is an important Princess of her people and her Father, King Hara, will surely find and kill you!”

By now, Edward was fully awake and had figured out the game. “Struggle all you want, my lovely. You cannot get loose and your father will never find you here.”

“Please, what do you want with Palila? She is not afraid of you!” She spat at Edward, taking care to miss Him.

“You should be, child. Now, tell me- where is your father’s treasure? The fabled golden statue of Pele? The Ruby of To’maci? Tell me and I may let you go. The tide is rising and your time is limited. It would be such a shame to kill such a lovely child but I must know where the treasure is. Tell me!”

Palila shivered delightfully inwardly- His Voice always had the most incredible effect on her- she almost told Him that the treasure was fake! “No! Palila will not betray her father. She will die with a song in her heart before she gives in to scum like you!”

“Then I will make you talk!” Edward slipped a finger under the knot of her bikini top and worked it loose, letting her large breasts fall apart. “Talk!”

“Never!” She mock-struggled against her bonds as He snapped the string on her bottoms. She was glorious laying in the sun with her dark, oiled skin. The white sands sticking to her bronzed arms looked so sexy… Edward almost broke character.

“We have ways to make you talk, you know. You have certainly heard of the Torture of a Thousand Pleasures?” He sneered.

“NO! Not that! Please have mercy!” Inwardly, Palila was laughing at the hokey name. Poor Edward- so smart and creative, but when his cock got hard, it seemed that his IQ dropped like a rock. She pretended to struggle harder, almost uprooting the umbrella- she’d have to watch that!

“First, the toes!” Palila moaned for real. One of the things Edward had done to her was to make her feet really sensitive to this sort of thing. It was going to be hard to stay in character during this!

Edward began to lightly tickle, then suck on her toes. Palila felt a surge hit her right in her hot little pussy and she began to squirm and giggle. Soon, she was whooping in laughter, begging Him to stop with tears in her eyes, back arched completely off the ground.

“Heh heh heh. Not so strong after all, are you my little captive? Just let me resecure some of these knots and we will move on to number two- your hands and fingers. Palila relaxed a little as Edward sucked on her fingers. It felt really nice, but not as explosively as her feet did. Then he threw her a loop.

“Number three, the elbows…” as he sucked and kissed the insides of her elbows. She had never thought of this as an erogenous zone, but by the Gods, it was doing something to her!

“Four…” He used a feather from her bag of toys and was stroking her shoulder and upper arm with it, sending shivers down her spine. “Five…” and moved the feather to her neck and jaw. He kept counting as he touched, stroked, teased, and feathered her all over her face. When he tongued her ears, she thought she would loose it. As it was, she was a squirming mess by the time He kissed her.

“Are you ready to talk my pretty little captive?” Palila was confused for a second- oh, yeah- the game! She bought herself a little time by muttering ‘please’ over and over again as she pretended to try to avoid his touch.

She bit her lip and looked at him with sadness. “Please, you must understand. King Father has no treasures. The Ruby was stolen by pirates years ago, and the gold was used to trade with the hated Spanish. The great statue of Pele was a just a thin coating of gold over carved wood, and even that was lost in a storm even before Father became King. The legend that it was hidden was just a story to make our village seem richer to our neighbors.

“Father’s only real wealth was in his children. Palila has many brothers and sisters. Father has married them all to other villages to increase his status and influence. Palila is the youngest and ugliest. She is of no real value to him. That is why you found her working alone in the forest.” Palila let loose a realistic sob and hid her face as she gently wept.

Edward was so caught up in her story that he was moved to tears as well, until he shook them off and remembered his role of a dread, black-hearted pirate.

“No treasure, eh? Of no value, eh? You’ve cost me plenty, you worthless little child. I should leave you staked here to die in the sun, but then there would be nothing for me but loss for this venture.” Edward let his eyes roam her lush body leeringly. “But perhaps you have a value after all.” He stood and undid what few clothes he was still wearing, miming removing a tunic and britches.

“What do you mean?” Palila gasped, eyes wide as Edward’s cock came into view. “No, no- not that! Palila is a virgin, please, She will do anything you say! No! NO!!!”

Edward roughly spread her legs and positioned his cock at the entrance of her tight little pussy. Palila twisted her hips to avoid him, while actually helping him line up for a solid thrust. When he sank his long cock deep inside her juicy cunt, she screamed in delight, but managed to make it sound like she was terrified. She began to move and writhe as if to throw him off, while stimulating both of them. He was pumping and thrusting wildly enough that it was all she could do to keep her ‘bindings’ from coming loose. He mauled her tits and crushed his mouth on her nipples, exciting her further. Her screams of terror became shouts of delight she could no longer cover up.

Her feet came loose and she wrapped her long legs around him and pumped herself on him until they both came in a noisy, wet climax.

“Oh, dear dread pirate Edward, Palila is yours! Take her, mark her, make her Your wench!” Palila had climax after climax as her man filled her with his hot seed.

As they lay in the warm sun and Edward had undone Palila’s ‘chains’, she snuggled up to Him and purred. “Palila is Your servant, Lord. You have made her your sex slave and she will do whatever you ask of her.”

“Anything?” Edward asked, putting as much rumble and innuendo in His Voice as He could.

She shivered in delight. “Anything, my Lord and King.” Her kohi was all warm and juicy in anticipation.

“Then fetch me more juice, wench. Enslaving native princesses is thirsty work.” He lay back with a smug look as she strode away in a patently false huff with a simple wrap to cover her glorious nudity.

A Couple Months Later…

Edward and Palila were sitting on the broad veranda of their new tropical island home. It was high enough on the mountain to be private but was only a few minutes from the town. It was built with modern materials in a traditional style. It did not have all the latest amenities, but who needed all that junk when one lived in paradise with the perfect, hot spouse? Oh, that and hot and cold running subliminal projectors and other interesting equipment in most of the rooms.

He heard a noise in the house and wondered who it was. They had taken on a couple of boarders in the several spare rooms. Although they did not need the money, it was fun to have other subjects… er, people around anyway.

Nalani poked her head out of the door. “I hope I did not disturb you. I bumped the coffee table again. Sorry!”

Palila laughed and invited her to join us for some sweet tea. The lovely island girl was wearing simple jeans and a snug Tee and doing it very nicely. She was no where near as tall or voluptuous as Palila, but her slender body held its own delight. She gracefully sank into one the padded lounge chairs scattered on the deck.

Palila and Nalani chatted cordially for a few minutes as Edward sipped his own tea and watched. The two girls were drawing towards each other and their voices were lowering. Soon, they were laughing and looking at Edward only to break out in laughter again. Edward briefly wondered if there was something he should know, but he had absolute confidence in Palila. He shifted his position a bit which ‘accidentally’ revealed his semi-erect cock a little better. That created a new wave of barely smothered snickering.

Out of the corner of his eye, Edward saw Palila holding her hands about 10″ apart and then mimicking holding what looked like a pop can as Nalani’s eyes grew wide and she shifted in her chair. Edward knew that Palila was using her scent and own voice gifts to help influence Nalani. The real reason they decided to take on boarders was for the chance to seduce and play with them. Nalani was just the first to answer the ads. She had been living with them for a couple of weeks now and should have ‘learned’ the first wave of lessons subliminally.

Their heads grew closer together and Edward saw their body’s shift, turning towards each other. Both girls were aroused and their nipples were poking visibly in their tops. Palila was wearing a tank top about two sizes too small snugged up around her bountiful treasures, while Nalani had apparently forgone a bra, as the subliminals had suggested. Her B-cups may not have always need one, but the lack of it was instantly apparent. She seemed to have generous nipples, from what Edward could see.

The girls were touching each other’s arms and sides and stealing more frequent looks at the only man on the deck. Nalani’s eyes looked heavy and smoky with growing lust and her looks at Edward were lasting longer and longer. One of her hands seemed to have lost control and was lightly touching herself on the breast, stomach, and even stroking the insides of her thighs. As Palila whispered in her ear, she nodded and smiled, and stared even more at Edward, who was enjoying watching the process unfold.

Nalani got up and strode seductively towards Edward. When she was very close, she leaned close so he could smell her subtle perfume. “Palila tells me you are a great lover. Is that true?” She whispered.

“She shouldn’t be sharing such private things with you. And you shouldn’t be behaving like this towards me. Unless, of course, you are prepared for the consequences?” He pushed all of the power he could into his Voice, and saw her shiver a bit when he let the word ‘consequences’ roll off his tongue.

“I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself and anything you can dish out. I am not afraid of you or your ‘consequences’.” She could feel herself growing moist thinking about his words. He seemed so powerful right now. So masculine, so… commanding. She sighed deeply.

“Brave words, child.” He touched her on the arm and she visibly flinched. “But you are afraid of me, just a little bit, aren’t you?” She answered ‘no’, but was shaking her head ‘yes’ as she said it. “Well, well. If you are not afraid, then maybe you should just take what you want from me, tell me what you want me to do.” His Voice rumbled through her.

“Kiss me.” She half-moaned. Edward stood up and swept her into his powerful arms and gave her a kiss worthy of any romance novel cover. Palila smiled and rubbed an erect nipple as she watched Nalani’s knees go weak. The kiss went on as Edward’s hands began to knead Nalani’s delightfully tight ass and she was moaning against his lips. He rubbed His erection on her groin and she sagged to the lounger.

“Now what?” Edward asked, making his Voice rumble just a bit. Nalani shivered and reached out, almost in a daze. She took His belt and unbuckled it, hands trembling. She undid the snap and eased the zipper a-l-l the way down, struggling a bit to work it over the tight tent in His pants.

“I… I want…” Nalani cleared her throat. “I want to see and touch this!” With more aggressiveness, she took out His tool and stopped, stunned. It was so beautiful! In her mind, it was an object deserving of almost reverent worship. She felt herself shiver as she sensed something inside of her changing. She so much wanted to please her Master and Mistress- and felt a small orgasm overtake her as she realized this.

She stared at the wonderful tool before her as Edward smiled. He flexed a bit and His Cock began to writhe and dance. Edward began to hum the sort of tunes you associate with cobras in baskets as Nalani shook herself awake and giggled. She stroked His thick meat and began to rub her face on it.

“Well, you’ve seen it. Now what?” He prompted.

“Please, please- you have to fuck me with it, Master. I have to feel it in me!” She was already removing her clothing.

“I ‘have to’ fuck you? Nalani, I’m a married man. What about Palila? I thought you two were friends? And since when am I your master?” Palila was chuckling as He said this.

“Who?” Nalani asked. “Oh, God, Palila! I’m so sorry! Please, please, please- can Edward fuck me? I mean… oh, God, fuck me! I mean… I know- how about you and me fuck Edward together! We’ll show him, right? Please?” Nalani was whimpering. She was naked by now and bent over the lounge chair, showing her tight butt to Edward and dripping delightfully down a leg.

“Edward, beloved, this one thinks Nalani will lose her mind if You do not finish what You started.”

“What I started?” Edward asked, smiling at his beautiful wife. “I believe YOU instigated this.”

“Only because this one knew you would want to fuck her little pussy, and whatever makes You happy makes this one happy.” Edward loved it when Palila was in full ‘third person’ mode. She had such a forceful personality that when she pretended to submit, it excited him.

“For you, I will do this task.” Edward smiled as He lined Himself up on Nalani’s poor trembling cunt. Nalani was muttering something over and over and yelled when He slid into her in one smooth motion. She was so tight on His greatly enhanced cock. It felt so good. Patricia had tuned His cock to perfection and He felt every molecule of her tight vaginal walls on His shaft.

Edward pulled back and Nalani almost fainted. Edward slid back in, gently but insistently as Nalani gasped His name. Palila let them fuck for a few more moments before she slid off her gown and positioned herself to lick right where Edward was slipping into Nalani. Both reacted with surprise and pleasure to her talented tongue.

Edward planted His strong hands on Nalani’s perky chest, catching and rubbing her tight nipples between His fingers. Palila played with His balls with one hand and her little kohi with the other. She licked and diddled with expertise until she sensed that everyone was nicely heated up, then began to talk to the others. “Fuck her Edward. Drive Your big fat cock into her little cunt. Pump her full of Your cum and fill her with Your baby. That’s right! Fuck her pregnant, fill her up, make her a mommy with many of Your babies. Look at her, look at her face. She’s loving this- she is such a little slut. She loves fucking her best friend’s husband, while her best friend sucks her pussy.”

Palila kept on talking and rubbing as Edward drove in deeper and faster, feeling his balls boil. Nalani was moaning and thrashing as her own peak was building towards release. As if on cue, each of the three began to moan in harmony as they released into or on each other. Palila was pleased to discover that Nalani was a squirter just like she was. Ever thoughtful, Palila pulled a thick blanket from under the lounger to put over the temporarily exhausted trio.

Yes, Nalani was going to be a keeper. Palila’s thoughts now turned towards Nancy, the Wiccan Goth wanna be that had a different guest room. Nancy was so uptight and dressed so unpleasantly that it just made Palila want to change everything about her.

A Couple Weeks Later…

If Nancy thought anything funny was going on, she did not say anything. Nalani was acting like the Burton’s maid and was usually dressed in a quite skimpy island-themed outfit- short skirt, floral bra top, flowers in her hair, and very little else usually. Odd for a girl that Nancy had thought had pretty much renounced her heritage. Neither did Nancy say anything about how often Nalani touched the homeowners or that she apparently slept in their bed often. She also apparently ignored the physical changes in Nalani- hard as it would be to ignore her bobbling boobs as they were going through the alphabet, or how her ass, legs, hips, hair, lips, and more seemed to be racing each other towards an ideal finish line.

Palila was unsure if Nancy was just unobservant, uncurious, or what. She had been taking small steps towards befriending the darkly-dressed teen and had orchestrated it with Edward that he and Nalani would spend more time together so it would seem as if Palila was being left out. The subliminals in her room were subtle, even for subliminals, and aimed primarily at reinforcing the developing bond between the two women.

That made it easier for Nancy to accept that the beautiful and sexy Palila would spend time with her. She quickly came to look forward to their time together on the veranda, drinking delicious alcoholic drinks, getting tipsy and sharing confidences. Palila quickly learned that Nancy thought that she was unattractive and uninteresting, and that she was jealous of Nalani and her easy, sexy relationship with both Burtons and her developing body.

Palila was a genius wrapped up in a sexy young body. She couldn’t fail to pick up on Nancy’s latent homosexuality or at least bi-curiosity. They had been drinking and laughing for a while when Palila decided to press just a bit.

“So, what do you think is up with Nalani, anyway?” Palila asked, giggling. “Her boobs are like, getting HUGE! I’m almost afraid to bump them and make them pop. Do you think they’re real?”

“Oh, my God! I know! I think they’re real. I saw her sunning topless the other day and they looked wonderf…, er, I mean, they looked real.” Nancy took a sip to cover her near-slip. She was really feeling the buzz tonight. She kept glancing at Palila’s own big breasts, loosely hidden beneath a gauzy wrap and bikini top. Self-consciously, she glanced at her own chest, carefully hidden beneath layers of fabric, as if there was really anything worth hiding there. She sighed to herself. “Its so hard to be around two such sexy women all day” She muttered, then blushed when she realized she said it out loud.

Palila smiled. “Thank you, but you are quite pretty yourself, you know.” Nancy instantly launched into what seemed to be a well-rehearsed litany of her faults. Acne scars, boring hair, big nose, plain eyes… it went on and on, like a balloon loosing air slowly. Like the balloon, Nancy seemed to sag in on herself.

When she had run out of abuses to heap on herself, Palila leaned over and whispered. “What if I could help you change all of that?” Nancy responded with a non-committal shrug and asked what she meant. “My mother was sort of a witch woman in her village and taught me all she knew. I used some of her potions to make myself tall and beautiful, and have been using them on Nalani as well.” Nancy looked intrigued.

The spoke for a while longer while Palila took notes as to what Nancy wanted changed. Palila told Nancy that she would need a sample of her hair with the follicles and some saliva to make the spells and potions work. Nancy was unaware that Palila was actually collecting DNA as she swabbed Nancy’s cheek and tugged out a few hairs, making sure the bulbs were still attached. Then she encouraged Nancy to drink a ‘potion’ to start the process. It was just 7-Up with some food coloring and a simple sleeping drug in it, but Nancy drank it up willingly just because Palila asked her to with her own persuasive powers.

Nancy quickly fell asleep and Palila had Edward and Nalani help carry her to their remade changing tub hidden amongst the machinery that ran the pool and spa. The new tub was faster and simpler, but only capable of more limited changes. Part of what made it faster was that it could ‘set-up’ changes to run when the victim was out of the tub, as was happening with Nalani.

Palila ran Nancy’s DNA and her own program for changes she wanted to make to Nancy, then went to bed where Edward joyously fucked her to sleep. Later, Edward came to the computer terminal and loaded some of his own changes, chuckling over the surprises Palila was in for.

The next morning, Palila, with Nalani’s willing help, drained the tub and cleaned Nancy up. They got her dressed in the clothes from yesterday and helped her to one of the lounge chairs, covering her with a blanket. A quick whiff of the neutralizing agent and Nancy began to stir. Palila was right beside her and asking if she was OK- she had drank rather heavily last night. Thanks to Palila’s suggestions, some programming in the tank, and a mild amnesiac in the drug mix, Nancy remembered little of the night before and easily believed she had just passed out on the veranda. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a shower. I feel gritty somehow.” Nancy went off to her morning ritual.

In the shower, much of Nancy’s body hair fell off and she barely paid any attention. Afterwards, she felt the need to use the toilet, rather urgently. The amount of materials she passed worried her, as did the odd stench of it, but the importance faded soon after she flushed. She felt so energetic today! She looked in the mirror and swore she was thinner, and maybe even a bit cuter? She decided to forgo her usual thick covering of makeup. She was in a tropical paradise, for crying out loud! Why layer that stuff on her face. Besides, no one out here was impressed by it. As she dressed, she also found herself reaching for lighter, more colorful clothing- more appropriate for the climate, she thought to herself.

Edward, Palila, and even Nalani commented that she looked good, but as per plan, no one made a big deal about the changes. For the next several days, Nancy’s body was preparing for changes as the subliminals prepared her mind.

It was a week later that Nanci came to the breakfast table with an unusual look in her eyes. “Bon jour”, she greeted everyone in a light voice with a cute French accent. “Please, do my breasts look, um, different to anyone today?” Everyone managed to hide their snickering. She had gone to bed with A, maybe B-cups, and was sitting there with solid D-cups. Gone was the shy Goth girl with the ugly skin, too many clothes, and poor self-esteem. In her place was Nanci, an exchange student from a nearby French island territory. Nanci had short, wild dark hair around smolderingly dark eyes and incredible cheekbones. Her body was slender with gentle sexy curves. Her large chest off-set a tight bottom atop long, sculpted legs. A halter top, a flirty scarf around her neck, and a very short pair of tight shorts showed off her new shape wonderfully.

The other three reassured her that she looked gorgeous and they settled in together for a pleasant meal. No one said anything when Nanci automatically helped Nalani clear the table and clean up. Edward stayed on His seat reading the paper as Palila used her laptop to review their finances and business interests.

As soon as she was done, Nanci came out and settled at Palila’s feet like a pet. Palila’s eyes shot open at this behavior and she cast a pointed look at Edward, who ignored her with a ‘cat that ate the canary’ grin.

“Nanci, my dear, why are you sitting there?” Palila asked, finding herself stroking Nanci’s short hair.

“Where else should I be Mistress?” Nanci looked at her with huge, adoring eyes. “Please, Mistress, may I ask how I may earn my collar?”

Palila sat back in surprise, but her nipples visibly hardened. “Your collar?” She asked. Edward snorted.

“Yes, Ma’am. My collar, so people will know I belong to you.” Nanci was nervous. Did Palila not want her? She felt a whimper grow in the back of her throat and rubbed her cheek against her owner’s sleek legs to find reassurance.

The rubbing may have reassured Nanci, but it was arousing Palila. “Thank you, Master, for this wonderful gift!” She said to Edward, who nodded back. “Nanci, we will go shopping for your collar this afternoon and if you make me happy, I will put it on you before we go to bed.”

Nanci’s eyes lit up and her own nipples popped up. She rubbed her face on Palila’s legs and thighs in happiness. Feeling a bit flushed, Palila asked Edward if He would excuse them for a few minutes. He laughingly told her it would be fine and Nalani could handle anything that came up in her absence.

A Couple Months Later…

Edward and Palila had settled into a pleasant routine. They remained madly in love and rampantly sexual with each other, but each also had a dedicated and loving servant that would help in any way asked. There was an unwritten rule that Edward left Nanci alone and Palila left Nalani alone, unless all both Edward and Palila were there.

The days flowed gently into one another aided by plenty of love, music, dancing, and joy. The couple and their guests were becoming known in town as good members of the community. They were often invited to parties and events, and they hosted several in turn.

Several local youth cast their eyes on Nanci or Nalani, and even on Palila during these events but the girls were usually able to take care of themselves and brush off the unwanted advances without hurting anyone’s feelings. Certainly others were occasionally brought in to play, but no one stayed and no one was hurt.

The first ripples of trouble started when a newsreader program triggered an alert about a story containing key words about the nanos Patricia had used to change the four of them. Batches of the nanos ‘base’ materials were being traced and tested to ensure that they were working correctly, and as per Murphy’s Law, one of the batches in question was one that Patricia had ‘borrowed’ originally.

Palila was not concerned at this point- the theft was well-covered and the batch should be marked as destroyed. But it did raise a niggling fear… exactly why was it being recalled? She tried to work out a way to find out without raising any red flags. She supposed she could pretend to be concerned about the batch she ordered later for Nanci and Nalani, but she was pretty sure that they would just assure her that batch was fine and stone-wall her on other batches, especially one that was almost two years older than the more recent purchase.

The stuff she had bought was designed to be the base ‘nano-machine’ for general industrial research, never made for human or even animal use. She had tested it every way she could and was satisfied with the results, but it was going to be damn difficult to just up and ask if batches injected into two old people to rejuvenate them would be a problem.

She tested herself and Edward every way she could, and was reasonably happy with the results, but knew too well that she could not test for everything. What if the nanos were still at work? What if what they did made some critical element of their bodies unstable? Palila just sat and wept until the other three eventually calmed her and got the full story from her.

The rainy season moved in over the next few days, and the cloudy weather mirrored the mood in the house perfectly. Nanci suggested using the newer nanos to find and fix the old ones and could not be quite convinced that nanos were just very small, very dumb robots that could do one thing fairly well, if it was phrased right and the nano was built right, but that reprogramming the nano or teaching new nanos to do unknown things would be nearly impossible.

Brainstorming, home repairs, long naps, and watching bad TV were rapidly replacing other activities and the four felt worse because of it. Any time Edward or Palila coughed, everyone twitched. Any aches discomfort on their part was instant cause for alarm.

Edward could not take it any longer. Nalani and Nanci were moping about, jumping at every little noise and Palila had her head buried in a computer every waking second. He fired up his own computer and messed around for a bit, then slammed it closed with authority.

“Everyone come here.” He said, squeezing everything he could into His Voice. When the three women gathered around, he smiled at them.

“Pack up. We are leaving for a small resort in Italy tomorrow. We’ll be there for a month and have some fun. Any questions?” He ignored the raised hands. “Good. It’s all set. The shuttle will be here at 8 AM. Nalani, give me a hand.” He strode out towards his room, Nalani swept up in His wake.

“You heard the man.” Li told her pet. “Let’s get packed.” Of course, it was not quite that simple and the rest of the day was a whirlwind of shopping and preparation. Palila was about ready to strangle her beloved Master for making them have to do so much in so little time, but with four pairs of hands everything actually went rather smoothly.

The group arrived at the Grand Hotel Vesuvio in good time and in good spirits. The staff at the elegant old hotel swept them into their embrace and soon they were sitting in the warm Italian sun sipping something cold and delightful, being drooled over by hot-blooded Italian men. Within minutes of hitting the white sands, they were politely declining offers of drinks or dancing and having a great time doing it.

The old world charm and elegance of the hotel and the surrounding city of Naples was a stark contrast to their remote and rather simple island home and they loved every minute of it. Over the next couple weeks, the group shopped, visited Pompei and Vesuvius, took day trips, swam, fished, ate, drank, danced, and did everything they could jam into their days.

The nights saw them attacking each other with renewed enthusiasm. On night even saw a lucky chambermaid get caught up in the activity much to everyone’s delight. Eventually the tiny frown line on Palila’s young brow went away and Edward finally relaxed. They spent a good part of the next week just relaxing in the sun… when they were not fucking their brains out in some hidden corner.

On one of the last days, Edward called Palila over. “Princess, I have another surprise for you. One of the reasons I chose this hotel was that it is nearby a university that has the ability to do the tests you wanted done. We have an appointment to see them tomorrow.” Palila laughed and fell into Edwards arms, kissing him lovingly.

Edward had to use a lot of his Charm, a good chunk of cash, and a few well-timed flashes of his wife’s glorious body to accomplish the tests, but accomplish them he did. It would take time for the results to come back, but Edward had paid extra for speediness and confidentiality.

The last week of the vacation evolved into a series of overlapping parties. They met a few movie stars, a singer, some minor royalty, and more as they danced and enjoyed themselves almost 24/7. When it was time to go, the management of the hotel came out to see them off.

A Few Weeks Later…

The thick package arrived in the mail. Edward knew it was coming since they had emailed him with the overall results. The were apologetic. They could not really explain it, but both he and his wife had a genetic flaw that limited their lifespan to 20-40 years instead of the 60 plus a young healthy couple could reasonably expect. It was almost as if they both had 60 year old DNA.

Li and Edward looked through the test results and tried to explain it to Nalani and Nanci. They told the younger girls about the ‘time bomb’ built into DNA to make it degrade over time, limiting your lifespan. They explained how the nanos were supposed to either snip off the bomb, or reset it- but they apparently failed. Palila said she had planned on having the babies she could not give Ernie before, but that maybe that was not to be now. Nalani and Nanci looked at each other and both asked if maybe they could carry Edward’s children- which sparked a whole new conversation.

Edward picked up the three women and unceremoniously dumped them in the pool. They sputtered at him until he firmly told them to shut up.

“What’s the big deal?” He asked. “There is no bad news here. Nothing is going to happen for a long time, and who knows what we will discover in the next decade? You want babies?” Nodding to Palila who nodded back. “Then we will make babies. You two scamps want babies too?” They nodded enthusiastically. “Fine, I’ll fuck you pregnant as well. But we don’t have to do it all tonight, and I would really rather not have to deal with three pregnant women all at once, OK? This really does not change anything- right? I said, RIGHT!?” He bellowed.

On cue, the three girls shouted “RIGHT” and pulled him into the pool with them. They quickly had him fighting for his trunks and soon he had 3 soggy tops in one hand and his thick cock buried in his wife. “You two polliwogs, go make us some dessert or something. Give us a few minutes together.”

As the younger girls left, Edward positioned Li poolside and leaned her forward over the edge as he plowed into her from behind. He was fondling her perfect breasts and nuzzling her sweet neck as he whispered into her ears. “How would you like to start on a beautiful little baby right now? Get ourselves all nice and fertile, then fill you with 100% Grade A hot sperm- guaranteed to impregnate you. I think I can even promise you either a girl or a boy.”

“Oh, gods, yes. Fill me, Edward. Give me your son. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck MEEEEEEE!” Palila was screaming and thrashing as Edward unleashed His powerful sperm deep in her womb. Edward planned on repeating this delightful activity later tonight just for insurance, but he was already certain it was going to take.

After all, everything was just perfect.