Getting cabin fever

You, Vaitea, and Christina share a filling breakfast of fruit, bread, and freshly ground coffee. Vaitea is garrulous despite English being her second language, and you soon learn a lot more about her life here with Tautoru and Ikaroa. It seems that she is happy for some feminine company—she rarely gets a chance to go into town, and even then she seldom has the opportunity to spend much time with other women. You and Christina spin tales of your lives in America, of what it's like to grow up as a girl there, your experiences in college. Vaitea's hungry expression makes you wonder if she doesn't dream of more than her simple, albeit pleasurable, life here on an island. But she's steadfast in singing the praises of Tautoru.

"He help you," she says for about the third time. "He good man."

"I'm happy we found you, Vaitea. I just want to get away from here as soon as possible."

"Just wait a few more days. You don't want to get caught."

"Besides," Christina adds. "We're still knocked up with plant babies—and that would be rather hard to explain to border agent, right?"

You had forgotten that your father had fertilized you before sticking you in that room. It was only yesterday, but it seems like ages ago. Thanks to the permanent growth and increase in sensitivity of your tits and ass from your first plant pregnancy, the signs of your current one are less noticeable. But it's no wonder you're so horny and needy right now. If this pregnancy is like the other one, then in a few days you'll be nothing but a moaning pile of sex hormones. No, Tautoru had the right of it when he said to lie low for a while. You're in no condition to be sneaking off this island.

After breakfast, Vaitea shows you the shower facilities. She also hands each of you a tube of some kind of cream. You frown and squint at the label, but it just says, "Test Batch XVD-15A" and has an indecipherable list of chemical formulas. Then you notice the logo of your father's company on the back. "What's this?"

"To help you blend in," Vaitea says cryptically. She mimes rubbing it all over your body.

In the shower, you and Christina lather each other with soap. You've abandoned any pretence of not being bi—the feeling of a big cock inside your pussy is still tops, but you've come to enjoy making out with Christina. Like you, her tits are considerably swollen and her nipples larger and more sensitive since your arrival on the island. Some of the swelling is a side effect of the latest pregnancy, but you know that most of it will stick around even after you give birth again. Neither of you is going to squeeze into the already-tight tops you preferred back home.

You massage Christina's tits for a while, then as she turns around, you slip a soapy finger into her asshole to give it a thorough cleaning. She emits a pleasant squeal and twists to kiss you. After a few more minutes of careful ministrations, you switch roles. Then, the water having gone from hot to cold, you slip out of the shower and towel each other off before applying this cream to each other's bodies.

It takes a few days for you to learn what Vaitea means by "blend in." Even as your body undergoes its changes related to your pregnancy, you watch in wonder as your skin tone goes from sun-kissed tan to bronze and then to an unmistakable chestnut brown, leaving only your palms and the soles of your feet a slightly lighter shade. Both you and Christina now resemble Vaitea in skin colour, and if it weren't for your striking blonde hair, you could pass as an islander at a casual glance.

When you question Vaitea and then Tautoru about this, they explain that the cream is an experimental product from your father's company. That's the kind of thing he smuggles off the island. Apparently your father's company is working on a line of creams that help modify someone's skin tone. When you ask how long it would take for the cream to wear off, Tautoru shrugs. He has no idea—so for all you know, you could be a brown girl forever.

Christina doesn't seem very happy with that idea, but you are surprised to find yourself all right with it. As the days go by and the two darker-skinned men satisfy your sexual needs, you take to looking at yourself in the mirror while cuddling in bed with them. You don't see a rich Californian college girl on a summer vacation. You see a hot Polynesian sex toy in the embrace of her native lover. And you find this new self-image irresistibly hot.

Whatever Tautoru's motivation behind this change, you admit it comes with one advantage: you can now visit the port town without being noticed as a white girl. This is great, because despite the intense sex the last few days have given you, you find yourself getting slightly bored. It would be nice to leave the cabin for a little while, and to ascertain whether it's safe to try to sneak off the island.

But when you visit port, it seems like Tautoru has other ideas.