Chapter 1: Dee Dee’s Download
“Open up, Dee Dee! We know you’re in there!” shouted Tiffany. “Unlock this door before I have to break it down!” added Ebony, as she pounded her huge fist on the door panel to Dee Dee’s lab. “Won’t do you any good girls,” Dee Dee’s voice responded through the mini intercom. “It’s been reinforced with high-grade titanium steel and has multiple deadbolts. If Rhiannon couldn’t force her way in here, I don’t think either of you can.” Tiffany and Ebony had to admit that she was right. On an earlier visit, the Vectran commander had charged into the door like a freight train in an attempt to break in, and only succeeded in bruising her shoulder. For almost twenty-four hours, Dee Dee had been using all of the Island’s bandwidth for a massive download from Calista and the Vectrans. But cutting off the rest of the girls from any kind of internet or phone and text access was causing tempers to wear thin quickly. Dee Dee watched the blue progress bar on the download finally reach the coveted 100% point. “Ah, at last,” she thought. She pressed a button on the intercom. “Okay, girls. You can come in now,” and pressed the override button to open the door. Outside in the hall, the atmosphere changed almost immediately as the girls’ cell phones and Internet now worked again and they were no longer harassing Tiffany and Ebony for action. Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief as one problem was solved; then she gasped in astonishment as she saw the interior of Dee Dee’s lab. Numerous empty cans of Red Bull and Monster were everywhere and the wastebasket was overflowing with wrappers of candy bars and junk food. Dee Dee looked like she hadn’t slept in days, but still had a look of proud satisfaction on her face. “What in the world have you been doing in here, Dee Dee?” blurted Tiffany. “Please don’t tell me you ate and drank all of this yourself,” added Ebony. “You’ve got enough empty cans to start your own private bowling alley in here.” “Sorry for hijacking all of the bandwidth without any warning,” she apologized. “But the offer was too good to pass up. I’ve been keeping in touch with Calista via e-mail. It seems Rhiannon had a change of heart and let her send me a massive download of their Vectran technology that’s really gonna help us here on the Island.” “I don’t think that’s really such a good idea, Dee Dee,” responded Tiffany. “And I should know that better than anyone,” added Ebony, remembering the awful events with the Enchantress. “You’re both right, but hear me out,” said Dee Dee. “The big surprise, courtesy of the Vectran comes in three parts. The first one is I can now create a shemale almost like out-patient surgery...it’ll take less than an hour. I can input whatever size, shape, color and factors for her cock in via software. And I can increase or alter things whenever I want, including taking it away if necessary.” “Okay, that could make things run smoother around here,” replied Tiffany. “Lulu’s been constantly chirping at me about when we’re gonna make the big change on her.” “And the idea of hitting a ‘reset’ or ‘undo’ button is a good one too,” said Ebony. “I mean, Lulu says she’s changed her ways and doesn’t hold a grudge against us...but it’s always a good idea to have a Plan B.”
“Okay, this first part is for girls who are really serious, and want to be part of the ‘family’ here on the Island,” continued Dee Dee. “The next part is for the visitors who come here and haven’t made up their minds about us. Calista got wind of something called a ‘micro flesh bond dildo’ that this one porn studio has been using in the Hollywood Hills, and somehow convinced them to send some of them to us. Take a look at some of these video clips.” Some videos of current mainstream A-list porn starlets were now shown on Dee Dee’s monitor, as they donned what looked like a conventional strap-on dildo. Suddenly, each of them were now as well-hung as Tiffany or Clyda. They were only showing them by themselves as they reveled in the size and weight of their new additions. “Looks like we’ll have some serious competition soon,” observed Tiffany. “These are only good for a couple of hours at a time,” Dee Dee informed her as she held one up of the genuine articles for inspection. “But for that amount of time, they look and func-tion as well as the real thing. They bond or mask to the flesh so you can’t tell they aren’t real. It’s the perfect thing to let a newcomer to the Island use for a ‘tryout’ to see if she really wants to be a shemale.”
“Okay, I’m almost afraid to ask what part three is, Dee Dee,” said Tiffany. “But go ahead and surprise me.” “A little gem I’ve decided to call ‘Love Potion #9’. All of us know that just about anyone who comes to the Island has one thing on their mind: sex. But we sometimes get a gal with stage-fright who doesn’t want anything to do with us, and we’re stuck with her, until we can get Ramirez to take her back to the mainland. “The new software I’ve got can produce this potion from ingredients we already have, and I can set things up so it can be atomized and sent in via the air ducts to any room we need it for. If it does what Calista says it will, we won’t have any girls getting cold feet and not want-ing to join in on the action.” “That could also work to our advantage,” said Ebony as she stroked her chin thought-fully. “We don’t want to force gals into doing things with us...but once they’re here, it’s not like we can just send them home automatically.” “Okay, while we all appreciate the overtime you’ve been putting in, Dee Dee,” said Tiffany, “you need to get some rest, and then the rest of us can get back to normal.” Dee Dee was beginning to yawn, and she could tell it was only a matter of time before she collapsed. “All of these ‘free upgrades’ from the Vectrans sound like they might be too good to be true.” “And didn’t Rhiannon say she was putting the kibosh on letting their technology be used by us the last time she was here?” asked Ebony. “The story I got from Calista was that after they left the Island after dealing with the Enchantress and taking Barocca with them, was they were headed back to Cinnebar.” Dee Dee paused to crack open and half drain another can of Red Bull. “Apparently, some bozo named Herk bought the place, upgraded it into a massive casino and thought nobody would notice…even if was in the middle of nowhere. They made a full report on it, and the Vectran government is nailing him big time for taxes and fees. Their home-world was so happy, that Rhiannon’s crew was given a commendation, and she was in such a good mood, she didn’t care if Calista gave us what they considered old, outdated technology.” Dee Dee gave a loud burp as she finished off the can. “And and I’m sure it tastes better, has less calories and gets better mileage too,” joked Tiffany. She became alarmed as Dee Dee began to slide off of her chair, despite the effects of the energy drink. “And they also gave us a neat hologram program...so we can make all kinds of different backgrounds fer films and photo shoots…” Dee Dee’s eyes closed as she nodded off. “Catch sleeping beauty here, Ebony, and help me get her back to her own quarters. Once we’ve all caught up on some sleep, and Dee Dee’s back to normal we can think about putting some of her new tech toys to good use.”
For the rest of the day, things were normal on the Island. Outside over the Atlantic Ocean, Storm and Rogue were flying one of the quinjets, returning from a mission in Africa. They had stopped a hostile takeover of Wakanda, and succeeded in capturing the shape-changer Mystique, and were returning home to the US. The only problem was that the quinjet’s instruments seemed to be malfunctioning, and they could no longer determine their direction. “I cannot understand what has happened,” exclaimed a frustrated Storm as her fingers flew over the controls. “It was yer danged idea tuh take a shortcut through the freakin’ Bermuda Triangle, Storm,” retorted Rogue. “What did yuh think was gonna happen?” “You know I’m pretty sure I have ‘Google maps’ on my cell phone, if you’d just let me loose,” offered Mystique, changing her appearance to look like an airline stewardess. Even secured to the seat, she could still use her mutant abilities. “You keep quiet, sugar!” shouted Rogue. “Yer in enough trouble as it is, once we get back home.” Red warning lights began to flash, and the ship began to rapidly lose altitude. “We have no choice but to make an emergency landing on that deserted Island,” said Storm, as she took manual control and began guiding the ship as gracefully as she could down toward the beach. “Could I interest either of you ladies in some life insurance?” Mystique teased, taking on the image of a telemarketer in a call center. “Don’t leave your loved ones with unexpected expenses when you’re gone…” “Shut the hell up!” Storm and Rogue responded as one. Storm was able to bring the quinjet down relatively unharmed thanks to the sandy beach. “Now we just have to find a way to communicate with the others back home,” she muttered. “If we’re stranded on an island, I may as well look the part,” grumbled Mystique, morph-ing into the beautiful redhead Ginger from ‘Gilligan’s Island’. “Looks like this island ain’t as deserted as yuh thought, Storm.” Rogue pointed to one of the perimeter doors. “Let’s go see if anybody’s home.”
Indoors on the Island, Ebony noticed the alarm on her computer screen as her security monitoring software showed the forced landing of the quinjet. “I’d better let Tiffany know about this. Looks as though we’ve got company again.” In her own quarters, Dee Dee rose from her bed, finally feeling normal after many hours of sleep, and the energy drinks flushed out of her system. She sat at her computer and install-ed the Vectran software on her lab equipment. As a finishing touch, it also added an app to her palm pilot that would let her spray the ‘love potion gas’ into any room with one click. “I’ve gotta admit, these Vectran gals thought of just about everything. You never know when something like this just might come in handy.” She left to find Tiffany and the others.
To Dee Dee’s surprise, she found Tiffany, Clyda, Ebony and other amazons were gather-ed in the auditorium along with the three new arrivals, Storm, Rogue and Mystique. “We are sorry we had to drop in unannounced on your island,” said Storm. “Our ship encountered engine trouble on our way back home…” “Quite the layout you all’ve got here,” observed Rogue. “But I haven’t seen any fellas around. What do all you gals do out here all alone?” “Surely either of you should be able to put two and two together, ‘Ellie May’,” teased Mystique. She had limited telepathic ability and was quickly getting a mental picture of what really went on at the Island. Realization slowly dawned on Storm and Rogue, and apprehension began to show on their faces. Dee Dee realized that this would be a perfect opportunity to see how well the ‘love gas’ from the Vectrans would work. She gave a subtle nod and wink to Tiffany and quietly pressed the icon on the palm pilot. “Why don’t you three sit down and relax and tell us more about your-selves. We can get you something to eat and then see what we can do to help you.”
Almost immediately, the three new women felt like they were no longer strangers, and their attitudes changed considerably. They were now overly friendly like girls in a brothel greet-ing new customers. “I’m called Rogue,” she introduced herself. She was a beautiful woman with dark reddish brown hair, a lovely figure and a distinct southern drawl. “I’m Storm.” She had unique blonde hair that was almost white, dark tanned skin, and an exotic accent of one who had grown up outside of America. Her gaze soon gravitated towards Ebony who had similar skin tones. “But you may call me ‘Ororo’.” Ebony and the other amazons were trying to remain composed. The love gas was work-ing too well. Every amazon was now starting to get an erection, whether she wanted it or not. All of their crotches looked as though multiple bananas or cucumbers had been stuffed inside them, and Dee Dee’s cockhead was clearly visible as it hung beneath the edge of her short skirt. “And this little strumpet is called Mystique,” added Storm. “She’s a shape shifter.” Mystique responded by changing into multiple different women in front of everyone. “Why don’t you and I get better acquainted darlin’?” Rogue purred to Clyda. “I wanna get a better look at that ‘surprise package’ between yer legs.” It was rare to see any amazon hesi-tate from such forward advances, but Clyda didn’t have to be told twice. “Follow me to my parlor, love,” she responded. “I’m sure we can find a way to pass the time.” Storm retained just enough self-control to offer some advice, before leaving with Ebony. “Mystique can be a bit of a troublemaker as she changes forms. But the ‘bracelets’ she’s wearing are really restraints...they stay the same no matter how much she changes. If you’re feeling adventurous, feel free to have some fun with her...but be careful.” By now almost all of the other amazons had gone off in pairs and trios leaving Mystique alone with Tiffany and Dee Dee. “How about it, girls?” she offered, changing into versions of Batgirl, Supergirl and Wonder Woman in front of them. “What’s life without a little spice or some adventure in it?” Dee Dee and Tiffany tried to show a trace of modesty; Tiffany shifting her panties so her dick wasn’t as visible, and Dee Dee tucked her cockhead back under her skirt. Mystique moved closer and fondled both Tiffany and Dee Dee’s cocks without the slightest hesitation. “C’mon, girls...neither of you has anything I haven’t seen before. Although you’re both packing more meat, and no one was nearly as cute as you both are.” “Okay, super-cutie, you’re on,” said Tiffany. “Let’s use my room, since it has the biggest bed...we’ll need it for the three-way I’ve got in mind.” She grabbed Dee Dee’s hand as she led the group towards her quarters. Despite the incredible urge for the sex she knew was about to happen, she managed a stern look as they went through the doorway to exit the auditorium, turned to Dee Dee and silently mouthed the words: “we’ll talk later”.
