Paradise Isle Vanilla Pt 02

Paradise Isle, Vanilla Pt 02

(Loving couple, BE, Paradise Isle) Wonderful

By ChangeYourPassword

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of the '

Paradise Isle, The Beginning'

for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures encountered on the island.

Read the previous part of Vanilla, first.

When Grant finally woke up, it was light outside and he heard Callie in the shower. It took him a minute to climb out of the bed, but once on his feet he made his way into the bathroom and straight into the shower stall with her.

For a moment she was startled, but then she giggled as he grabbed her, hugged her and kissed her. "Good morning my love, last night was glorious," he said as he twisted her so he could get under the water flow. It felt nice and helped wake him.

She laughed. "It was. I almost passed out - it felt so very good."

"I think we both felt that way.

"Gotta love those nanite things, and what they did for us."

"I know, right? If our love making is going to be that good from now on, I'll classify that decision as being one of our best ever."

"That's for sure.

"Are you ready for more?"

She laughed again. "Yes, but no. I need food, and afterwards I want to stop by the store."

"The store? For some lube? Did we wear out your pussy?" has asked, feigning concern.

She laughed and punched him, then reached down to grab his cock. "Did we wear this thing out?"

"Um, no."

"I want to pick up a new top. One that fits, now that I'm full grown."

"You don't need one. You can just keep going around braless; showing off your nice new breasts."

"I can, and I might, but I want a complete swim suit, and I'll need a bra for the trip home. In fact, I'll need a new dress for the trip home. Everything in my suitcase will be too tight across my chest."

She was still holding his cock and she felt it growing under her grip.

He pulled her tighter. "Can't we do the shopping after we screw?"

She squeezed him hard enough to make him groan and squirm, and make his cock shrink. "Nope. Hungry, remember?"

"Oh, alright," he groaned. "Can I wash your new breasts for you first?"

"No, I already did that, and I enjoyed it immensely."

"Ohhh," he moaned, while pouting like a disappointed child.

She laughed, as she released her hold and began sliding out of his arms and out of the shower.

Ten minutes later they headed out to find a restaurant. In the daylight she again found it difficult to walk around topless, but she did enjoy the admiring stares she received from a few of the other guests. Slowly her shyness faded, and she was able to enjoy her breakfast.

As always, they enjoyed their morning meal. The day was fresh and bright, the food was good and the other guests attractive and often fascinatingly, and sometimes shockingly erotic.

Afterwards, they walked across the courtyard and into the main building and the expansive store housed inside. The place was already busy.

Again, for the first few minutes Callie was embarrassed by her naked chest. The staff were all dressed and casually watchful. She knew that they were used to seeing topless and even naked guests, but it was still a new situation for her.

That thought reminded her of the couple from the shuttle who were locked into the nudist package. She wondered how the wife was doing.

While she was day-dreaming, she lost track of her husband, he had wandered off. Unconcerned, she made her way to the women's department and focused on some fun shopping.

She found a line of pretty bras, as well as a bikini she liked, but had to try on a couple to determine her new bra size. She decided happily that she was definitely now a full D-cup.

After those selections, she moved over to look at the collection of dresses. It was there that Grant found her. He hovered in the background as she searched through the racks. As expected, everything was terribly expensive and most all of them were sexy and revealing.

At one point she glanced over at him and caught him standing staring at her, admiring her chest. It made her giggle, pleased by his obvious enjoyment.

Grant didn't notice her looking at him, he couldn't help but admire his wife's improved form. Her new breasts looked great. He had always considered her small chest her only physical fault. Now she was perfect, and he loved the sight, as well as the feel of her new tits.

By the time she finished and checked out, her escort had again wandered off, so she walked out looking for him.

After several minutes of searching, she spotted him sitting at the lobby bar, sipping a drink, and watching the TV mounted above the bottle rack.

Callie slid onto the stool next to him and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "I bought a new top and a couple of bras," she said nervously. "This place is awfully expensive!"

"No dress? I saw you looking at several very nice ones."

"Nice and sexy ones?"

"Yes," he replied, happily.

She giggled. "I did see a couple that I know you would have liked, but didn't want to take the time to try them on. I'll come back some other day."

Then she gave him a sly smile. "I do believe we're supposed to be rushing back to our bed."

"Oh, hell yes!

"Barkeep, put this on my tab. Gotta run." And he jumped off his stool, and pulled her off hers, and wrapped an arm around her as he steered her toward the door.

Outside they had to wait for the shuttle van to pass, so he pulled her into a hug, loving the feeling of her new big breasts pressed against his chest. His cock got hard instantly, and she felt it pressing against her belly.

She started giggling, and took a step back to look down at his tented swim suit.

He blushed, and tried to cover the bulge, making her laugh harder.

"Come on, you need to hide that out-of-control cock of yours."

She handed him the shopping bag. "Here you can hide your bulge by carrying this."

She giggled delightedly as they resumed their hurried walk through the central courtyard, toward their room.

"You'll have to watch that," she said, still chuckling as they walked along.

"What?"

"Your bulge. It's obvious to everyone that you're hard and horny."

"I can't help it - blame the nanites keeping me dreaming of wonderful sex. Besides a lot of guys are showing," he replied, defensively. "It's this place, the sights I mean. And, of course in my case, thoughts of nanite-enhanced orgasms."

She laughed even harder. "Yes, dear. I understand. But when we get home. You can't walk around bulging like that. You'll have to shift your focus. You know, self-control."

She giggled at his plight, and thanked heaven that she didn't have that problem. When she was horny her nipples did grow, but her bras hid them, for the most part, anyway. Now though, she wasn't so sure she'd be able to hide.

He sighed. "Hmm. You're right - could be a problem. But at least back there I won't be surrounded by pretty, topless women."

"Except for what's her name? The gal in your office. Susie. Is it? Didn't you tell me she's hot?"

He sighed. "Yes, she's pretty and dresses sexy."

"Well, you'll have to be careful around her. Don't want an HR complaint filed."

He shook his head. "I'll try, but..."

A couple minutes later he tried to turn the tables. "I have noticed, by the way, that your nipples are always hard. They do look wonderful, by the way. But you might draw attention, yourself when we get home."

"I can hide them beneath my bras," she replied confidently.

"Oh, you plan on wearing bras?" he asked, giggling. "With your new chest, you'll drive me and all the guys crazy if you go braless."

"In your dreams..."

They were still a couple minutes from their suite, even though they were moving right along, her breasts swaying pornographically when he groaned. "Can't we just stop in one of the cabanas and screw? A lot of others do."

"Nope. Based on last night's performance we'll both probably pass out, and I don't want to risk making a scene. Someone might call an ambulance."

He groaned and hurried their pace.

Arriving at their suite, they rushed inside, stripped, and dove into bed.

Once again there was little time dedicated to foreplay, they were both too anxious for the boosted pleasure of nanite enhanced orgasms.

And it was as exhilarating as expected. They both enjoyed hugely satisfying orgasms that left them sprawled next to each other, happily exhausted and gasping for air.

"Too bad you're spent. I could go another round." She said breathing hard, trying to recover.

He panted. "You could not."

"Could too." She replied, giggling. She succeeded in rolling onto her side and kissing him.

"You're worn out too. Just relax for a while."

But he did find the energy to reach up and massage her beautiful new breasts, making her chuckle happily.

He kept that up until he was able to slide down to the level of her chest. He leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth and began sucking and nibbling. She moaned and shivered as he suckled until he finally gave the nipple one last kiss before he shifted and just rested his head on her chest.

Then he sighed contentedly and closed his eyes.

He thought about eating her to another orgasm, he loved her so, he wanted to give her even more pleasure. But she was full of his cum, and he wasn't crazy about that.

Callie laid there, delightedly. Ever since the nanites kicked in, her orgasms had all been mind-blowing. She giggled quietly as she decided that they qualified as Big-big-Os. And she knew that Grant was also enthusiastic about his own enhanced climaxes, she was confident that their love-making would continue to be frequent and glorious.

Even though it seemed like he was asleep, she muttered, "that was the best decision we ever made. Getting those nanites."

He didn't reply - he must be in dreamland.

Before she, herself drifted off, she considered going back to the clinic to get the additional dose that would increase her pleasure level to thirty-percent.

That would be nice, she thought as she fell asleep.

++++++++++

They slept away the rest of the morning. Well past noon they found the energy to go out for a late lunch.

Leaving their suite, their first dozen steps were slow and tottering. They both laughed at their condition.

"Our new sex lives just might kill us," Grant mumbled.

She laughed. "We'll die happy."

"That we will."

Eventually they made it to the playground and began walking the island chain until they found a bar Grant liked the look of. "I need red meat!" he grunted.

She laughed, "I need alcohol. But a good burger would help too."

The place wasn't bustling, the lunch crowd had mostly left to play somewhere. They were able to grab a nice table that overlooked a wide section of the pool and settled in to replenish their energy.

They had just been served their drinks when another couple wandered in and sat at the table next to them - it too had a nice view.

Grant immediately noticed that the woman's bare breasts were huge! And they were made even more intriguing with pierced and ringed nipples.

When he succeeded in tearing his eyes away from her chest, he looked up to see her man, watching with a proud smile plastered on his face.

Grant smiled sheepishly and nodded appreciatively. The guy winked.

Callie had caught a little of the interplay so she decided to make nice. She spoke to the busty woman.

"Hi, I'm Callie and my husband is Grant. How's your vacation going?" she asked innocently.

The woman smiled, weakly. "Hello. I'm Paige and my husband is Marcus."

Then she kind of snorted, bitterly. "And, I've had quite the adventure." She then gave her man an angry look.

He just shrugged, innocently. But then he turned to Grant and again winked.

It all made Callie very curious. She looked at Paige questioningly. And in response the woman began explaining why she was so upset.

Apparently, she had agreed to her husband's request to visit Paradise Isle and get her breasts enlarged. And she'd left him to make all the arrangements, as he usually did for their vacations.

She expected to come away with nice firm D-cups. That's what she had agreed to.

But after the implants and nanite injections, she had wound up with a much larger chest.

"Even before the nanites finished, I could tell that I would be bigger than a D. But I still allowed him to have my nipples pierced. There again I expected to wear nice little bar-bells or delicate little rings, but I wound up with these things."

Her nipple rings did look over-sized. They were around an inch in diameter, and as thick as coat-hanger wire. And at least from that distance, Callie couldn't see any seams. She was afraid the things might be permanent. But she wasn't about to ask. Page seemed pissed enough...

"Before you ask. I sized myself over at the store, and I'm an H-cup." Page muttered, angrily.

"They're beautiful!" Marcus said, trying his best to be encouraging.

"They are." Grant said, consolingly. From the way the pair were behaving, it was clear that Marcus needed support. His wife obviously wasn't happy with his choices. Although her breasts did look magnificent!

Page ignored both of them, and just shook her head, disgustedly. "I know they're a turn-on. But still..."

She paused to take a drink, then continued, talking to her husband. "Marcus, I have no idea how I'm going to explain these things to the folks back home. And I'll need a whole new wardrobe. Nothing I own will fit me now."

Callie sat there watching the interplay. She imagined they'd had this discussion several times already. And she understood how difficult it might be for the top-heavy girl.

Marcus, as expected, got defensive. "I told you that I'll pay for everything. I have that big bonus coming in a couple weeks. You can buy all new outfits. We both know how much you like clothes shopping. "

"Yes, yes. And I'll spend your whole damn check. But I'm still not happy."

They all went quiet when their food showed up, taking advantage of the interruption to calm down and move away from the touchy subject.

When they resumed talking, the conversation revolved around the resort and the people-watching bonanza they'd experienced.

That got them laughing as they recounted some of their more bizarre observations. All four of them shared the same reactions. There were some very fetishy and weird people wandering around.

They agreed the sights and the people were both entertaining and arousing. Some were also frightening and disgusting.

As they ate and chatted, Callie, couldn't help but notice how her husband's eyes kept wandering back toward Page's chest. She could only conclude that he really enjoyed the view.

She found that both surprising, he had never appeared to be a 'breast man, and a little depressing, her new and improved breasts were better than most, just not at the exaggerated level of Page's.

As they reached the end of the meal, Callie excused herself to visit the restroom, and Page agreeing that it was a good idea, accompanied her across a bridge to the other side of the pool where the nearest facilities were located.

As they walked, Callie leaned in. "They won't do a reduction for you?"

"I asked. Their policy prevents it. Too many people have buyer's remorse," Page replied, with a sad chuckle.

"The councilor told me to come back in a year, after I'd confirmed through experience that I didn't like them."

Callie, just grunted, "huh."

"Are you going to divorce him, then?" she asked after a moment.

"No. I love him. We have a happy life back home."

She reached up to cup her breasts. "He surprised me with these things. I never thought he'd come up with something like this. I was interested in having larger breasts, but I never dreamed of tits this huge.

"I'm just going to have to live with them, and stay living with him."

Callie nodded. "They do draw a lot of positive attention." She said reassuringly.

"That they do. I'm getting used to that part."

"Good."

A moment later Page actually giggled. "It might be fun. Teasing the dopes."

Callie laughed. "They do tend to drool."

They both laughed at that.

They returned to find the guys talking, earnestly, together. They shut up as soon as the women sat down.

Callie looked at Grant, questioningly, but he just smiled sheepishly and shrugged.

The four of them chatted comfortably for another fifteen minutes before they all decided it was time to be on their way. They said their goodbyes at the table exchanging hugs. Both Grant and Callie enjoyed the hug they received from Page.

Walking out of the restaurant together It was evident that all the men, the drooling dopes, were indeed captivated by Page's boobs, and that Marcus was exceptionally proud of his wife's huge rack. Callie hoped that the woman could learn to live with the things.

Rather than head back to the room to fuck, although the idea was tempting, Callie and Grant walked over to the beach and spent the afternoon playing in the surf, and napping beneath a large umbrella on the sand.

Later in the afternoon they were resting and drying out from another swim; lying under their umbrella, when Callie remembered to ask. "So, did you like Page's breasts more than mine?"

How the hell could he answer that one? "I love your new chest. Hers were impressive, but probably too big."

"Probably?" she asked with a giggle.

"Well, they were attention grabbing," he said with a laugh. "And the nanites will prevent back strain."

She nodded. "They were impressive." She could agree with that sentiment.

"But you did find them attractive. I saw the way you stared," she added.

"Everyone stared, men and women." He replied, defensively.

"True," she admitted. Then shifted the conversation. "So, what were you two talking about while we were away from the table?"

Grant hesitated, not wanting to answer.

"Come on, give."

"Well, he admitted that he'd gotten carried away, and he's worried that she might file for divorce."

"He did, and she won't," she replied matter-of-factly. But expecting more, she prompted him, "and?"

Grant sighed and then continued. "He's crazy about his wife's new chest. He's most defiantly a breast man."

"Figures," she said, adding, "most men are."

Grant didn't reply.

An hour later, tired and sunburned, they left the ocean and stopped at a bar for an easy dinner, before they returned to their suite - with one thing on their minds.

"We are kind of overdoing this." She said as they hurried along.

Grant grunted like a caveman. "Sex good. Feel great. Me want more."

Callie laughed. "I want more too," she confirmed.

The door was barely closed, before they were both naked and in bed.

Grant had a terribly difficult time controlling himself but he succeeded in holding out long enough to suck Callie to an orgasm, before he laid back and she climbed on top to ride him until he came and she enjoyed her second orgasm of the evening.

"You did a wonderful job," she told him after they'd sufficiently recovered.

He laughed, but nervously. "I'm not sure how often I can do that. I think I almost had a stroke trying to hold back, while I tongued you." He did think, worry actually, that it had been a close thing...

"Well, if you practice more, we won't have to worry," she replied, giggling. She really wanted repeat performances.