Eëa Trial One: Arrival
by Dexter Sinister

"Fuck me! Fuck yes!  Harder, Adam!  Put that fine muscled ass to work and–oh fuck yes, that's it!" said the voice on the other side of the bungalow door.  The island attendant cleared her throat again and knocked for the third time.  In response, the throaty woman's voice inside shouted, "Pound that ass, Adam!  That ass is–fuck–it's all for you, Adam.  Fuck!  Yes!"

The attendant looked more annoyed than embarrassed; finally, I dug into the manilla folder they'd given me at intake and fished out the keycard.  "Fuck it, this is my bungalow, right?"

The attendant actually smirked and nodded.

I swiped the keycard and strode inside, duffel slung over my shoulder.

The tableau that greeted our entry was steamy.  Bent over a couch in the center of the common room stretched a statuesque redhead without a stitch on her.  Her long, shapely legs splayed across said couch, heels dug into the armrests, jutting her round ass in the air and dangling her bouncing tits over the back of the couch.  A mess of crimson hair occluded her face.

Behind her stood a whip-lean man with perfect, blue-black skin.  His muscled body obediently pounded his hips into hers, his fingers clutching the woman's ample flanks.  He pulled back for a moment, revealing a significantly thick cock, which he then proceeded to slam into the woman's slick pussy.

The woman was a natural redhead… or at least very dedicated to preserving the appearance thereof.

Said woman began howling, digging her fingers into the head of the couch.  Her hips heaved backwards against the man's prodigious cock, which sent her breasts bobbling like mad.  Her voice rose to a crescendo that seemed to shake her entire body, until finally she went limp and sagged over the back of the couch.

It was at this point that she noticed me in the doorway.  The attendant seemed to have disappeared entirely, although I couldn't tell you how long I had stood there, mouth agape, watching these two fuck.

"Hey!" the woman laughed, disengaging herself from the man with a wet schlup, and wobbled to her feet.  "You must be the new housemate!"  Wiping her hand on her side, she crossed the room and offered it to me to shake.  "I'm Donna, and this back here is—"

"Adam," I finished for her.  She only grinned like the cat who got the canary. "I'm Sidney."  I squelched down any hesitation and shook the woman's hand.

Donna shook my hand happily and then set both fists against her hips.  "Well.  I'm covered in cum," she said conversationally, "and poor Adam's still rock hard, so I think the two of us will retire to my room and catch up with you once you've unpacked.  Oh, speaking of which, your bedroom is the middle one."

She waved to a trio of doors, the middle one open to a bare hotel bedroom.  She then turned and pulled Adam, by means of his still-erect cock, towards the right-hand door.

The man gave me a half-chagrinned smile, either for having been caught in the act or at the cavalier treatment Donna gave his prick.  "A pleasure to meet you, Sidney."

"Yes!" Donna agreed.  "Welcome to Eëa!"  The door closed and only the ghosts of whispers and giggles came through.

-

"Sorry about that," Donna said an hour later.  I'd unpacked and changed into shorts and barefeet.  She'd showered and dressed.  Adam was still in the shower.  "It's not often that there's a day off the trials for intake, so Adam and I were taking advantage of the break.  And of course we didn't know you were coming."

I shrugged it off.  "Don't worry about it.  We've handily skipped the 'I wonder what they look like naked.' stage of being housemates."

The redhead laughed. "Not that I think that would have taken long.  I have a habit of walking around the house naked, I hope you don't mind.  It seems so silly putting something on to cross the living room on the way to the nude beach."

The best answer I could manage was a curt smile.  I changed the subject.  "So are you and Adam—"

"Huh?" she blinked.  "Oh, together?  Heavens, no.  Just… housemates with benefits.  Nobody's together on Eëa."

"Because of the drug trials?" I asked.  "Is that a rule or something I missed in orientation?"

The redhead snorted.  "No, it just happens that way.  It's probably something in the water," she added lightly.

Before I could ask her to clarify, the door to the third bedroom opened and Adam stepped out, straightening his tie around his neck.  "They not here yet?"

"Who?" I looked from him to her and back.

"Tina and Zeke," Donna answered,  "Neighbors.  We invited them over for a dinner party to welcome you to the Trials.  I hope you don't mind.  We usually leap at any opportunity to celebrate around here.  Marking time, you know."

I cast a significant look at Adam's slacks and tie.  "Should I… dress up?  Or something?"

"Oh, no," Adam shook his head.  "This is my casual apparel.  Which might not have been obvious on our first meeting."  Only the slightest quirk touched his lips; I nearly missed his humor.

The front door then swung open before a short, round woman with currant colored skin and lustrous black hair.  Behind her came a broad-shouldered bear of a man, cheeks bristling with blond whiskers.  In both hands he brandished a wine bottle.  Both were wearing short robes with the Eëa Resort logo on the breast.

"Tina and Zeke, I presume," I said, rising and offering a hand.

"Careful, our reputations have preceded us," chuckled the man.  The woman stepped forward and wrapped her warm fingers around mine.

"This is Sidney," Adam supplied.

"Nice to meet you, Sidney," smiled Tina.  "Welcome to the Trials.  I hope we'll be good friends… if that's not too immediately familiar.  We're going to be spending a good deal of time just next door to each other."

"No, that's perfectly sweet," I assured her with a smile.

"Don't worry, Tina," Donna piped up from the adjoining kitchenette where she was setting out wine glasses.  "We've already been quite familiar with dear Sidney."

Zeke set the wine down on the counter opposite Donna.  "No.  Donna!  You haven't already fucked the newbie?  What is it, one hour past intake?"

The redhead laughed yet again, levity apparently coming easily to her.  "Not hardly.  When Sidney arrived, Adam and I were… otherwise engaged."

"In the living room," Adam elaborated, lounging next to Tina on the very same couch he'd been screwing Donna over earlier that day.

"Well there's a welcome to the Trials," Tina giggled.  She accepted a full wine glass from Zeke and lifted it in my direction.  "Kudos to you for not turning tail and running the other way."

"What, and miss the show?" I grinned.  When in Rome, I reasoned.

Tina patted Adam's leg affectionately and pecked his cheek.  "They certainly are pretty to look at, aren't they?"

The door sounded a staccato beat and suddenly dinner was served, thanks to room service.  Everyone bustled about to transfer food from cart to table, and there was much ooohs and ahhhs at the fabulous aromas.  The five of us settled into a sociable rhythm of conversation, eating, and drinking.

Somewhere between litanies of our various hometowns and favorite ice cream flavors, a flutter traced along my ankle.  At first I thought I was imagining things, but it then returned, ghosting along the underside of my foot.  The invader was quite plainly another foot, stretched under the table we all shared.  I shot a silent smirk at Donna, but her attention was elsewhere, laughing at something Zeke had just said.  I looked towards Adam, remembering his sly sense of humor, but I couldn't catch his eye.

The conversation turned to the topic of the Trials.  "What are we testing, anyway?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even despite the foot squirming along the inside of my legs.  "So many people on the island and here for so long—months!  It's like nothing I've ever heard of before."

The foot twitched up my calf.  "It's a cosmetic product," Donna answered confidently, to which Zeke snorted.

At her raised eyebrow, he told the table, "It's a non-lethal riot suppression weapon."  This, in turn, prompted others to chuckle around the table.  I tried to remain calm as I studied the faces of Donna and Adam, trying to connect their expressions to the foot now sliding along the inside of my knee.  Nothing.

"No one really knows," Adam told me as if nothing untoward was happening under the table.  "at least no one among the test subjects.  It is an aerosolized rapid retro virus.  That much is clear.  But as to what purpose it is to be put, that is an entirely different question."

At that point the foot slid up the inside of my thigh with such speed that I yelped.  My glass went flying, flinging an arc of wine across the table.  Red spattered across Tina and Zeke, staining their robes scarlet and dripping down their chests.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry—" I started, only to be stopped cold as they started laughing.

"I suppose I deserve that," Tina sputtered.  "Teach me to haze the newbie."

Before I could respond, though, a strong, resonant tone sounded outside.  "Oh, there's the gong," Zeke observed, set down his glass, and stood.  He pulled out Tina's chair.  "We'd best get home.  I don't know if we'll have time for a shower."

Donna waved lazily.  "Oh, let them wonder why you have dried wine splattered all over your chest!"  But it wasn't any honest suggestion, and our guests trooped out.  Donna turned to me.  "You know the gong, right?"

"It signals a new trial," I answered uncertainly.  "Right?"

"Indeed it does," she nodded, standing and offering me a hand up.  "In about fifteen minutes, a fog will creep over the island, putting everyone to sleep.  So it's usually best to put yourself to bed when the gong goes.  You'll wake up there, anyway."

"What, they move you otherwise?" I asked, taking her hand and allowing myself to be led to my door.

"The trials usually start with a few days' unconsciousness," Adam supplied from his door.  "To let the retrovirus do its work."

But Donna gently pulled me into my room and put me to bed.  She smiled down at me for a moment before she left.  At the door, she murmured, "Here we go, Sid.  Just remember: it's all totally safe.  Or at least… it probably is."

-

I don't remember falling asleep, but I certainly remember waking up.  It was a slow fade-in sort of morning, first just the sensation of warmth, and then the soft bedding around me.  I slid my legs back and forth under the sheets, seeking cool stretches of fabric and reveling in the supple, silky feel of good linens.  I kept my eyes closed, even though through the lids I could tell daylight was streaming into my room.  I rolled over, and my body decided to keep rolling, yanking me around and instantly rousing me from my slumber.

Something was not right.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, something fouling my arms and getting in the way.  I cantilevered my lower half up, as well, and was surprised to find my hips swinging wide, grossly exaggerating the movement I intended.  My whole body tumbled again, crashing into the soft embrace of the bed.

Something heavy seemed to sit on my chest.  My first thought was that someone had crept into my bed, and I scrambled to shove my assailant off of me.  My frantic hands only met my own skin, however, and that is when I abruptly discovered what was amiss.

Where my hands had expected to find an intruder, they instead encountered a generous swell of soft flesh.  As my fingers slid along the long curve they found, I could feel my fingers along my own skin.  About the same time, some pattern-recognition portion of my brain told me that what I had in my hands were a pair of breasts–and not small ones.  All this information crashed together: my breasts.

Except these were not my breasts.

Carefully, now, if no less frantic, I pushed myself up to sitting–something wrong there, too–and let the sheets fall down around me.  What they revealed as they pooled around my hips made my jaw hang limp.

I had not been any kind of hardbody, but I liked to think I had some good tone to my shoulders and arms, and I kept my belly mostly flat.  All of that was now gone.  My shoulders were round and soft.  I could feel my belly resting on my thighs.  And between them–making absolutely no sense whatsoever–were a pair of mammoth tits, each easily as big as my head.  They were firm and round, taking their time to come to the soft points of my nipples.  The nipples themselves–thick, meaty things poking out nearly a half-inch and at least as thick–were set in wide, pebbly aureolas the color of red wine.

"What the fucking fuck?!?" I stammered, reaching up to grab the massive tits attached to my chest.  They filled my hands with heavy weight, and I was suddenly aware just how much effort my back was putting in to hold them up.

"What the fucking fuck?!?" I asked again, and swung my legs forward to stand.

That was a mistake.

First, as I surged forward, my juggs bounced and bobbled, wrenching my balance in unforeseen directions.  At the same time, the arc of my leg swinging around was off, simultaneously too far out and too close in.  My foot caught the bedside cabinet, and with my tits dragging me down I toppled forward.  To throw my hands out to catch my fall, I released my boobs, adding more bouncing, lurching momentum, and before I knew it I was somersaulting off the bed and onto the floor.

When I landed on my rear, though, there was no jarring impact.  A glance downward revealed why.  My ass, my hips, my thighs, were all at least twice as wide as I remembered them being before.  I reached down and sunk a hand into the soft flesh, marveling at how much padding was suddenly wrapped around my body.

That's when I saw it.

I screamed.

-

I stumbled out of my bedroom about the same time Donna and Adam were rushing to my door.  "This is not mine!" I shouted insistently, pointing at my crotch.  "It's not mine!  It's not supposed to be like that!"

"Okay, Sid.  Sid.  Sidney," Donna was saying, holding her hands out and trying to calm me.  "It's alright, Sidney.  It's just the Trials."

"But it's not supposed to be—" I started, looking up at my new housemates.  What I saw made me yelp and flinch, setting my ridiculous breasts to bouncing again, sending me sprawling backwards back onto my ass.

Standing before me were Donna and Adam, and yet not Donna and Adam.  On the left was a tall, well-muscled man, with pale white skin and flaming red hair, cut short.  Rising from his tangle of red pubic hair was a long, uncircumcised prick, bobbing at half-mast.  The man was reaching down to put calming hands on my shoulders, saying my name over and over.

On the right was a curvy young woman, thick around her hips and thighs, sporting a pair of high, firm tits, with skin as black as night.  Her bush was an explosion of hair to match the swirl of kinky curls on top of her head.  She held back, giving me a tight smile, body language ready to step in if I asked for help.

"D– D– Donna?" I asked, squinting at the redheaded man with the swimmer's physique.  I turned to the other figure and frowned.  "Adam?"

The man nodded.  "Yes, it's me.  It's Donna.  And that's Adam.  And you're safe."  The self-proclaimed Donna reached down to help me up, lifting me without any sign of strain, and guided me over to the couch in the middle of the room.

I realized I was babbling.  "Not mine, not mine, it's not like that.  It's not supposed to be— like… like that."  I swallowed, hoping to gather what was left of my composure.  The two of them were looking at me with a mixture of pity and fear, like I was crazy.  I resolved to explain myself as clearly as I could.

I spread my legs as wide as I could, scooting forward on the couch to maximize the spread of my knees.  I pointed.  "That.  Is not.  My vagina."

Man-Donna actually smiled down at me.  "Well.  For the duration of this Trial, it is, honey."  I did not fail to notice that the cock in front of me was no longer at half-mast, having reared up shortly after I spread my legs and put my pussy on display.

"This is insane," I insisted, eyes wide.

"I told you we should have fed her more water," said the black woman—Adam–and walked into the kitchen.  "Too much wine."  Returning with a glass of water, she-Adam offered it to me.

I took the glass, realized I was incredibly thirsty, and started gulping it down.  A moment later, the glass was empty.  Adam took it from me without a word, returned to the kitchen, and refilled it.  "What's… what's this about the water?" I asked.

Adam handed me the again full glass, and I set to drinking again.  He— she— Adam said, "We suspect the water has a mild sedative in it."  I abruptly stopped drinking.  "It's safe.  We've been drinking it for weeks.  But it helps us deal with the Trials."

Donna sniggered, eyes rolling.  "Jesus, remember the first few weeks?  People went apeshit."  The redhead smiled down at me, doing a bad impression of calming.  "But then on Trial Three or Four, suddenly nobody cared quite as much."  Donna then reached forward with one finger, placed it under the glass, and tipped it back.  I swallowed to avoid sputtering.  "Don't worry, Sid.  The water can't possibly be more dangerous than the Trials themselves, right?"

I finished the glass with no small amount of trepidation, but when Adam returned with a third glass I drank it down, as well.  Things were beginning to seem more manageable.  "So.  Rapid retrovirus.  It… changes us?  Our bodies?"

"Oh yeah," Donna agreed, smiling like a loon.  "Different stuff every Trial.  Sometimes weird.  Sometimes less so.  Almost always super hot, though."  As if to underscore the statement, the uncut cock bobbed between Donna's legs.  "You've got to let me fuck those tits, Sid," the dick's owner said suddenly. "You are just built for tittyfucking, and I have never experienced the other side of it, you know?"

"I don't think Sid has drunk that much water yet, Donna," Adam observed reproachfully.  The jet-skinned woman knelt beside me and placed a warm hand on my knee.  "Never mind her.  Her libido has no off switch."

"Her?" I managed.  "I think you've got some pronoun trouble there, friend.  Nothing 'her' about Donna.  Or I guess we call you Don?"

But the redhead snorted.  "You call me Donna, because I'm still me.  And I'm still a woman, no matter what shape my genitalia happen to be in today.  I'd make a joke about you falling off the turnip truck yesterday, but you kind of did."

"Gender identity and sexual characteristics have no direct connection," Adam was saying, and then he smirked.  "Which is a little high-level for our present circumstances, so forgive me.  But I am still a 'he' and Donna is still a 'she.'  Our bodies may change overnight, but our persons do not."

I nodded dumbly, because what else was there to do?

Next Adam and Donna decided that it was high time for breakfast, which mean picking up the phone and calling in room service.  Donna ordered a plate of pancakes and a plate of bacon ("And I want the pile of bacon to be as big as the pile of pancakes, alright?"), Adam a simple yogurt and fruit, and they looked expectantly to me for my order.  When I didn't answer, Donna advised room service to just bring "one of everything else."

Me, I just kept drinking water.

Eventually the food came and I discovered I was hungry, much to Donna's crowing delight.  I put away waffles, french toast, and an omelet, washing it all down with more and more water.  An hour later, and even I had to admit things were looking a little more manageable.

"So how long?" I asked, gesturing vaguely at my seriously rounded body, wrapped up in a bathroom robe.  No matter what I did, it would not stay put around my ridiculously large and relentlessly jiggy breasts.

Donna handed me a bloody mary, which I accepted without a second thought.  "Oh, a few days, maybe as much as a week.  Enough time for everything to shake out.  And then they hit the reset button and it's off to the races again."

Suddenly there was a pounding at the door, and when Adam opened it, a slender young man pushed his way into the living room, laughing uproariously.  "Oh god.  Oh my god, you have to.  Haw.  You have to come see this."

Donna and I rose.  Taking in the newcomer's blond hair, I hazarded, "Zeke?"

"Oh, yeah, yes," he managed, swallowing his guffaws for a moment.  "I'm Zeke.  Not much of a change on me, if you don't count losing two hundred pounds or so.  But you've gotta see—" and here he dissolved into laughter again.

"I'm going to assume Tina is at least safe," Adam observed with the ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Safe, yeah, but mad as hell!" Zeke sniggered.  "Come see."

The four of us crossed the short, tree-lined footpath that separated our two bungalows.  The front door to Zeke and Tina's was wide open, and we trooped inside.  Their building was the mirror image of ours, and on the living room couch sat Tina.

She was still quite recognizably Tina, with the same round face and dark coloring.  The changes that the trial has wrought, however, were staggering.  The woman was seated in the middle of the couch, but her sides ballooned outward to either side, nearly engulfing all three cushions across its width.  She was quite naked, although a pair of discarded robes flung over the back of the couch suggested that she had tried, and failed, to cover up.

"Tina, houseguests," Zeke announced, already dissolving into sniggers again.  "Since you can't call on them…"

The lady in question stood, not without effort, and I could see that her incredible girth was not at all amorphous weight gain.  Her thighs had to be a foot wide if they were an inch, and as she took one step forward, her hips swung like a wrecking ball across the room.  She must have been four feet across, all of it rolling hips, thick thighs, and a staggeringly huge ass.  She turned to step around an armchair, and her butt smacked into the back of the couch.  It stuck out a foot and was at least as wide as her hips.  Every move she made set it to quivering and jiggling; we all stood transfixed at the sight, even as the couch tipped over backwards and crashed into the floor.

"God dammit!" Tina growled, and set her comparatively minute hands on her massive flanks.  She gestured angrily past us to the door.  "You know I can't even fit through the damn door?"

She pushed past us to demonstrate, trying to squeeze her colossal hips through the doorframe.  At first attempt she pinned herself cross-ways, the doorjamb pinching her butt into a tight, round bubble.  With effort, she dislodged herself and then made a show of trying to step through the door sideways.  This, too, ended in failure, this time with the doorjamb planting itself between her ass cheeks.

"Am I going to have to spend the next week housebound?" she demanded angrily, slapping her hands down on her hips, which quivered and jiggled rather pleasantly at the assault.

I hooked a thumb at the kitchenette behind us and the patio beyond.  "Did you try the sliding glass door?" I suggested.

Tina looked at me for a long moment, blinked once, and then rolled her eyes.  "Christ, I'm an idiot.  So hung up on this week's ridiculous change—"  The lady strode across the bungalow, nearly knocking the four of us over like bowling pins.  She slid the door open, stepped through, and shouted victoriously at the sky.  "Ha!  Ha ha!  I win, stupid house!  You can't keep me and my hips prisoner!"

There followed a few rounds of good-natured mockery, followed by awkward hugs involving unfamiliar anatomy.  Tina's hips and ass knocked over a lamp and another chair in the process, and when she staggered backwards she body-checked Donna into the wall.

Donna grunted and then Tina squealed; apparently my housemate's half-mast cock had gotten wedged between Tina's massive ass cheeks.  It immediately and predictably surged up to full erection, jamming further into Tina's rear cleavage.  Donna's cock head popped out of the top of Tina's ass like a firetruck red beacon.

"Whoops," Tina giggled, but didn't step away, keeping Donna plastered against the wall.  She tilted her head to the side and then set her hips into a slow, undulating roll.  "Did I inadvertently hotdog you, dear?"

Donna's hands fell to Tina's cushiony flanks automatically, not to pry her off but to pull her closer.  "Not sure about the inadvertent part," she growled, thrusting her hips into Tina's tush.

I looked left and right, to the two other people standing with me and to the bungalow's front door, still wide open.  Sure, we were all mostly naked, but were these two going to just start fucking?  Right here?

For Zeke, this was not a complicated proposition.  He slid his wiry body up in front of Tina, his hands trailing along her hips and then cupping her modest breasts.  His roommate responded with a salacious grin, and valiantly tried to press her chest into his hands while simultaneously grinding her ass into Donna and the wall behind her.

He chuckled and put a hand on her shoulder, gently guiding Tina down until she was bent over like a kid's straw.  Donna's hands clapped down on the pear-shaped lady's heavy hips, pulling her back against her own pelvis and keeping Tina upright.

This put Tina's face directly in Zeke's crotch, confronting his own rising erection.  She teased him for a few moments with little darting licks, but that did not last for long.  Soon she had latched her hands onto Zeke's thighs and was slurping up his cock between her plush lips, all the while making little appreciative sounds as if he were feeding her her very favorite flavor of ice cream.

I looked sidelong at Adam, standing between me and the open door, hoping for a quiet invitation to bail out of this scene.  Instead I found him slowly doffing his robe and exposing the beautiful ebony body the trial had gifted him.  He cast me one glance as he stepped past, the barest trace of a smirk playing across his full lips.

Adam sidled his soft body up against Tina, absently stroking her back and sides, and bent over as if to inspect her rear end.  I wasn't sure what was happening until Donna gasped once, then twice, in rough time to the bouncing of Tina's jiggling ass.  I took one step to the side for a better angle and confirmed my suspicions: Adam was idly licking Donna's cock head whenever it popped up from the massive cleft of Tina's ass.

With the four of them now occupied, there was nothing stopping me from quietly making my exit through the front door.  Something about the incredibly improbable scene, however, kept me rooted in place.

Together they were a grunting, squirming, sighing pile of human flesh, and I could not look away.  I watched as Tina's giant ass bounced and quivered up against Donna, as Zeke's lithe body pumped his cock up into his housemate's greedy mouth, as Adam stroked and caressed her body even as he nipped and suckled at Donna's peekaboo phallus.

Perhaps something broke in me, or perhaps I'd been dosed or drugged or re-arranged to the point where I was more pliable than normal, or perhaps I just couldn't take another lusty groan that didn't involve me.  But finally I stepped forward hesitantly, placing a hand on both Zeke and Adam's rear ends.  I looked up and found Donna watching me with a wide grin on her face.  I returned it, a little shakily, took a deep breath, and knelt down onto my knees, pressing myself into the squirming mass of bodies.

I found myself underneath Tina, her little breasts bobbing happily above me.  I reached out to caress Zeke's balls, then with the other hand traced the curve of Adam's belly and then slipped two fingers along his very puffy, very wet labia.  One of Tina's nipples dangled right in front of my right eye, and I desperately tried to catch it between my lips even as I continued stroking and caressing the other two.  Someone, I have no idea who, groaned in appreciation.

It was Zeke who came first, with a sudden howl and barely-restrained frantic pumping of his hips.  From my vantage I could see the shockwaves cross her body, setting her boobs bouncing and her hips rippling.  With that sort of stimulation, Donna blew moments later.  Adam tensed as he desperately swallowed Donna's load, and with a little help from my fingers he was shaking in his own orgasm a moment later.

Tina, disengaged from the two phalluses, tipped over to the side and collapsed into the floor with a solid thud and a contented giggle.  Adam followed her down, draping his curvy body over mine as he sank to the floor.  Zeke managed to sit down before his legs completely gave out.

Donna leaned against the wall, doing a very poor job of looking nonchalant: more like she'd topple if she tried anything more complicated than holding on to the wall behind her.  "Well," she sighed happily.  "Five of us, that officially makes it an orgy.  Whoo hoo."

"I have… I have no idea what came over me," I stammered, grin plastered across my face.

"We all did," Adam remarked, and shifted to pull me closer against him.

I let him, pressing his shoulder against my plush hip.  "No, I mean, I'm not exactly adventurous.  It must have been whatever-it-was in the water."

At this Donna guffawed, then belatedly covered her face.  "Ahem.  Sorry."

"What is it?" I asked.

"There's nothing in the water," Adam murmured into my thigh.

I looked down at him, dumbstruck.  No sedative?  Then I had done all this, and all within the first 24 hours on the island, willingly and with a clear head?  What would I be doing in a week?  In the months we were supposed to be here?  My mouth opened and closed, but I didn't know what to say.

Donna did.  "But seriously, Sid.  You've really got to let me fuck those tits of yours."

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to be continued