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Suck me softly 5 - Doldrums
🕑 Added 2025-05-23 05:28:39 +0000 UTCThe turquoise water lapped gently against the hull as Katie and Monica hurried back to the ship earlier than planned. The sun was still high, painting the sky in hues of orange and gold, a stark contrast to the unsettling feeling that had settled in Katie's stomach. Monica, usually a picture of breezy confidence, was unusually quiet, her face flushed and damp.
As they climbed aboard, Monica leaned heavily against the railing, fanning herself with a damp hand. "God, I'm sweating like it's 2000 degrees out," she gasped, her voice sounding strained. "I think I need to lie down." She pushed past the salon, heading directly for her cabin, leaving a faint, sour scent in her wake.
Katie watched her go, a knot of worry tightening in her chest. Monica's condition seemed to be deteriorating rapidly. The initial flush had deepened, her skin now glistening with an unnatural sheen. Katie remembered the hard sensation of the muscles near her spine, that area looked greyish now. There was also a subtle… shift in her stance, something almost imperceptible, yet undeniably she was blocking the view of her waist.
“I'll get you some water and be right down” Katie called out and went to find Heather, hoping she had kept tabs on the other guests. She found her near the ship's small navigation table. Katie noticed that Heather seemed a slight bit distracted by the weather report and nautical charts, she didn't have her bright stereotypical demeanor she usually put on for the guests.
“Hey Cap? so most of the guests are struggling with… something. I think Monica is getting sick, and Stacy's chafing but I'm not sure if it is getting worse ….but also Cassie's got some kind of rash? I don't know, but the massages were weird.”
“A Rash?... I saw Monica has been sweating alot on board, what's her temp?” Heather said.
“I was just grabbing the med kit to check. But I'm not sure it's just the guests”, Katie said shyly, hiding her ears behind her hair. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Ugh, Just tired of outrunning the weather,” Heather paused. “Well… you think perhaps we call this trip a little early? Since everyone’s deteriorating?” she sighed, knowing that would mean some form of refund.
“Well i was thinking about that” Katie began “But, We're only a few islands from Whits clinic.”
Katie's idea hit Heather like a freight train. The ‘captain’ persona returned as her eyes lit up. “Take them to your crushes luxury rehab center! Oh that's perfect. He's got all the medical supplies we'd need to get everyone feeling better and it's exclusive.”
“All inclusive,” Katie grinned, interrupting.
“Right! To not have to refund the trip. That's exactly what we should do. Thanks, and by the way I love this shimmery blue eyeshadow you’ve got. It really brings out your eyes.”
“Thanks?” Katie replied. She hadn't put on any make up today except lipstick. Eye shadow didn't make sense when they were underway. The comment ran through her head as Katie headed down the stairwell.
Below deck Katie filled out the medical log for Monica and Cassie. She started a line for Stacy and penciled ‘chafed’ with a question mark. Then she grabbed the med kit to take Monica's temperature. The comment ran through her head again. Finally stopping by the bathroom to check out her ‘makeup’.
When she looked over at herself, sure enough her eyelids had a blue shading. “What??” She quickly decided to check on her ears again. Pulling her hair back, her ears looked strange. The tips pointed and now fanning out. But as she stared her hands caught her attention. The webbing between her fingers extended to her second knuckle. “What the hell… We need a real doctor.”
With a shaky breath to compose herself, she grabbed the ice water and thermometer she had intended to bring earlier. Monica was her responsibility until they could get her to Whit’s clinic. As she hurried down the narrow corridor to Monica's room she thought to herself “I hope he's seen something like this before.”
Katie made it to Monica's room with her drink to take her temperature. Knocking, she said “How you doing in there? I brought some water.”
“Come in,” Monica's voice answered from behind the door.
Katie entered and again a strong smell hit her. Monica was covered in thick sweat. That honestly smelled a little like a cheap seafood chain restaurant.
“Let's take your temp,” she pressed the thermometer against her forehead. Nearly instantly It beeped. Pulling it away from her forehead a tendril of sweat stuck to the device's tip. “Geeze, have you been feeling this bad every day of the trip?
“No, I dont ‘feel’ sick, just been sweating a lot. Today I just feel… um extra hot?” Monica lied trying to avoid the true reason she’d been aroused and ‘hot’.
Wiping off the thermometer, Katie looked at the reading, “Hmmmm, 99.6, definitely not a fever but elevated for sure. How about you take a drink and get some rest? I'll check you again in a bit to make sure your doing okay. Maybe take a nap?”
“Okay, a nap sounds like a good idea,” Monica mumbled and yawned, feigning exhaustion. As soon as the door clicked shut, a nervous energy surged through her. Sleep was the last thing on her mind.
She pulled off her shorts and panties, the fabric had been unmercifully rubbing against her skin the whole day. She had to see. Had to understand.
Her breath hitched. It was undeniably there. Her clit...it wasn't her clitoris anymore. It was thicker, longer - a good three inches at least. Veins, like delicate blue threads, traced its length. At the tip, a subtle flare, a smooth, sensitive dome.
“I… it’s… I have a dick?!” The words escaped her lips in a disbelieving whisper.
There was no denying It. Nothing else looked like that. She gently lifted her small cock and shuddered.
A heavy drop of sweat trickled down her temple, tracing a path to her collarbone. The air in the room felt thick, humid, mirroring the growing heat within her. She brought her fingers back to her new appendage, exploring its contours with a delicate curiosity. The skin was surprisingly soft, yet firm beneath her touch. She rolled the shaft between her fingers, and a gasp escaped her lips. A current of pure, raw pleasure shot through her, settling in her core. Her cock stiffened and erect.
"Oh," she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut.
Experimentally, she began to stroke it, mimicking the movements she’d seen in countless videos. Her new penis swelled standing straight out from her groin. The sensations intensified, building rapidly. It felt… incredible. So different from anything she had ever experienced. She increased the pressure, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Her other hand instinctively drifted down, seeking the familiar comfort of her own wetness. Two points of pleasure, converging, amplifying each other. Her fingers slid between her swollen labia, teasing, probing. A low moan escaped her throat.
She quickened the pace of both hands, lost in the intensity of the moment. The room seemed to spin, the only focus was the building pressure, the exquisite tension coiling tighter and tighter within her. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her nails digging into her own flesh.
She arched her back,”OOOOHhhnnnMMMnnn!” a strangled cry escaping her throat as she came, a raw, shuddering orgasm that ripped through her body. Her dick pulsed in her hand, and her pussy clenched, a symphony of pleasure that left her weak and trembling.
Slowly, the intensity subsided, leaving her flushed and breathless. She lay back, her mind reeling. What did this mean? Was this what guys feel? What was happening to her?
She squeezed her eyes shut, riding the aftershocks, her body slick with sweat. Slowly, gradually, the intensity subsided, leaving her manhood limp and body boneless on the bed.
““You going to spend all day in the water?” Cassie said, dragging her lounger closer to the water's edge. She held her sun hat down, a losing battle against the persistent breeze.
“What? It's relaxing!” Stacy said, a little too brightly.
Earlier, she'd tried sitting in one of the beach chairs while Cassie was getting her massage. Stretching her legs out felt awkward, like she was trying too hard. Crossing them was a marginal improvement. After a short, uncomfortable battle, she finally gave up and waded into the water. The waves lapped against her thighs; the cool water had soothed her chafed skin. That was at least an hour ago.
“So, you didn't want a massage? It felt so good.” Cassie asked.
“Nah, this is great right here.” Stacy moved closer to Cassie's chair to talk more easily. She sat down in the sand, letting the water swirl around her. Splaying her legs wide, she leaned back and sifted sand between her fingers.
“Hey Cassie… we're going to keep in touch after all this, right? You're moving back to New York, and Monica's going to grad school…”
Cassie interrupted. “Of course, we are! What's wrong, Stacy?”
“I just…” she sifted another handful of sand through her fingers, watching it disappear into the water. “I just feel like everyone has these big plans, and I'm… stuck. Like I’m standing still while you two are moving on with your lives.” The words hung in the air, heavier than she intended. "It's not that I'm not happy for you both. It’s just… I don't know what I’m doing next. This trip has been amazing, but in a few days, it's back to the same old grind."
Cassie's expression softened. "Oh, Stace." She reached out and squeezed Stacy's hand. “You’ll figure it out. We’ll always be friends…and if you don't, then I’ll come get you, and you can crash with me in New York. Deal?”
Stacy was taken off guard by Cassie's casual reassurance, but she knew it was genuine. Cassie would drop everything to help if Stacy really needed it. A wave of guilt washed over her. She was embarrassed that she'd doubted her friends. “Thanks, Cas.”
“So, what are we going to do about Dr. Monica??”
Stacy laughed. “She’s already bossy!”
They both cackled. A gust of wind threatened to blow off Cassie's hat. “This damn thing just doesn’t want to stay,” she giggled. The hat wasn't sitting flush with the top of her head anymore.
They talked about other things until they both heard Katie driving the dinghy back to shore.
“Oh, looks like Katie’s back. Last chance for that massage,” Cassie winked, nudging Stacy playfully.
“No, I’m really okay,” Stacy replied, though her face betrayed a hint of discomfort.
Just then, Katie briskly walked towards them. As she got within earshot, they saw she was wearing a pair of large sunglasses. “Hey, Stacy, sorry we don’t have time for another massage. There’s been a change in plans,” Katie announced, her voice slightly strained.
“Is everything okay?” Stacy asked, a worried frown creasing her forehead.
“Monica’s not feeling well,” Katie explained, her eyes darting nervously. “We're going to detour from our itinerary and head to a private resort so she can get some proper rest. The doctor there is really good actually, I know him really well. We'll get her checked out and we’ll still have some fun in the process"
“Okay, let me grab all my stuff,” Cassie said, already turning towards her towel.
Stacy pushed herself out of the water, a grimace of pain flashing across her face. Her legs felt strange, heavy and sore. She waddled, almost like John Wayne, towards her towel and wrapped it around herself, trying to conceal the discomfort.
Katie watched her waddling, her expression unreadable behind the sunglasses. She glanced over at Cassie. “How about you go on ahead?”
“Okey!” Cassie said, oblivious to the effort behind Stacy's movement. Carefully holding onto her hat to shield herself from the sun, she headed towards the dinghy bobbing gently in the turquoise water.
Katie walked slowly alongside Stacy, matching her pace. “Is your chafing getting worse? We can get you checked out too, if you want.”
“By your doctor friend?” Stacy thought for a moment, her hand absently rubbing the rough skin of her inner thigh. “Really? Um, yeah, I think that’d be okay.” It was definitely getting worse.
“It’s no trouble at all. Captain Heather already called us in, so they’re expecting us. I think everyone will like it… and there’s no hiking,” Katie added with a tight smile, hoping to ease Stacy's worries.
They caught up to Cassie, who was already getting in the dinghy, carefully trying not to rock the boat.
“So, what is this place we’re going to?” Cassie asked, her curiosity piqued.
“My friend owns a private resort. Mostly he treats celebrities and VIP’s, so it’s gorgeous and there’s tons of privacy.” She paused, a slight chuckle escaping her lips. “Honestly… I think your friend Monica just needs to rehydrate and rest. You girls have been drinking harder than sailors.”
The girls laughed at the comment, acknowledging the truth in her words.
“Guilty as charged,” Stacy and Cassie admitted in unison.
As she piloted the dinghy back towards the catamaran, Katie absentmindedly scratched her calves. A small, irritated patch of skin was developing just above her ankle, radiating a faint heat. She couldn't shrug it off, weird skin issues were happening to all the guests and now her.
