Chapter 7: Aftermath All three women lay gasping for several minutes, as the incredible feelings from their orgasms eventually subsided. "That was pretty good for a first-timer, if I do so say so, myself," said Rhiannon, as she began cleaning herself off with a towel. "But remember this, Yvette. What Vantha and I have done for you today is only temporary. In a month, you'll be back to the way you were before we met. Now, you've got several options. "First, is to make as many videos and pose for as many photo shoots as you can, and then let your fans go crazy trying to figure out the mystery of how you changed so quickly and so radically. We don't have enough time to give you any real training about some of our mind control techniques; and even if we did, that'd mean spending a heck of a lot more time with us, and you may not be ready for that just yet. "Second, if you're really serious on keeping what you've got between your legs, get in touch with these girls." She scribbled Jordan's e-mail on a piece of paper. "If they take you in, they can put a real cock and balls between your legs that'll look and perform pretty much like what you've got now. But that's all they can do. Your breasts will revert back to the way they originally were in a month. Now if these gals accept you, you may have to cut some ties with friends and relatives and move in with them. It's a weird arrangement, I know, but if you really do get your own tool between your legs, it's bound to cause some confusion with people that you know. And sometimes it's just easier being with a bunch of other girls who are like you and know what you're all about." Rhiannon paused for a moment as Yvette took everything she was saying in. Yvette really liked the appearance and feel of her breasts now that they were natural looking and not implants. And if she eased up just a little on the workouts, the overall appearance of her body would still be damned impressive. "The last option is a little more extreme," continued Rhiannon. "If you went to the Island, you'd still be on Earth. If you wanted to consider coming with me and Vantha, then eventually everything you've got could become permanent, as well as opening the door for a whole new dimension of sexual enhancements and opportunities." "You've only seen the tip of the iceberg for what we can do, when it comes to modifying and changing our bodies," said Vantha. "My partner's right about that," said Rhiannon. "But if you go that route, keep in mind that you'd have to join the Vectran military. And since we rarely get back to Earth, you'd have to wrap your head around the idea of possibly doing it with races other than human. So think long and hard, before you decide you're ready for that kind of commitment." "You should save a speech like that for the next time the brass forces us to do a recruit-ing drive, chief," said Vantha. "You still have to serve under me, once we're back on the starship wise-ass, so watch it." "It's a lot to take in," said Yvette. "But since I've already made videos, I've got some contacts, and I can start making films in a couple of days. After I've got a lot of stuff in the can, then I'll think about which way to go from there." She stared at her own body and those of the two Vectran women, all of which were still sticky and streaked with cum. "Let's hit the shower and clean up. After that, I think I know someone who can help get you where you want to go." After they had cleaned up and were putting on their clothes, Rhiannon was handling and asjusting the decorative gem that was her holo-projector. No matter what she did, she still remained in her seven-foot natural height. "I thought you said you fixed these things, Vantha." "I did, back in Sonja's time ... but it was a crude fix with primitive tools. I think that little trip to the land of the Frost Giants was the kiss of death for these poor things." "Now it's gonna be almost impossible to try and blend in around here ... " Now, the Vectran women's uniforms from the Delphi 4 and their larger size made them both stand out dramatically. "Frost giants..?" asked Yvette, clearly not knowing how much to believe, but after seeing what the Vectran women had done to her today, knew that it wasn't completely impossible. "That's a story that'll take too long to go into right now," said Rhiannon. "Let's just say that we're like that one country song: we've been everywhere," said Vantha. "You two would fit in just fine at a comic con," chuckled Yvette. "But you can't go around like that and expect people to not notice." An idea suddenly came to her. "Follow me to the 'Lost and Found' room ladies." A moment later they were standing outside the storage room where lost clothing and other items were collected. "Crap ... it's locked," muttered Yvette. "Allow me," said Rhiannon. "The two of you stand behind me, so no one's likely to see this." She gripped the locked doorknob with one hand and exerted her strength, the veins standing out on her arm. With a soft crack and pop, the lock mechanism surrendered to her alien power. The knob was slightly dented as Rhiannon opened the door and waved them in. "See ... problem solved." "Great. Get in and close the door before anyone notices us," said Yvette. "People are always leaving stuff behind here ... now let's see if we can find anything that'll fit you two. You're bigger than most of the men around here." Several minutes later Vantha and Rhiannon were wearing workout pants and large T-shirts with the logos of pro sport teams on them. "How can you wear these things all the time, Yvette?" grumbled Rhiannon. "They're so clingy ... " "They were the only things that'd fit you two. With your size, most people are likely to assume you're some kind of athletes anyway ... " She frowned as she noticed how tightly her pants were fitting her now, with her 'new addition'. "Come to think of it, I may need to get some new clothes too ... " "You'll only have it for about a month, so don't buy a whole new wardrobe." "Okay, we more or less fit in now," said Vantha. "But can we please stop somewhere for a bite to eat? I'm famished." "If it's not too much trouble, Yvette, we'd really appreciate that," said Rhiannon. "We haven't had a lot to eat, and I don't want to listen to Vantha's stomach growling the rest of the day." "After what you two have done for me, a good lunch is the least that I can do." Yvette paused as she remembered the incredible sex. "Usually, guys wine and dine me first, hoping that they'll get to do the nasty with me later on. This is the first time that it's ever happened to me in reverse." Later on, the three women sat in a nearby restaurant, choosing a corner booth so that Vantha and Rhiannon's size was not so conspicuous. "This is delicious. Thanks so much, Yvette," said Vantha as she enjoyed her meal. "This really does hit the spot," added Rhiannon. "Now what's your idea for helping us get to where we need to go?" "Our best option is a fellow named Ramirez. He's got a reputation for doing just about anything ... for the right price. He's a little on the seedy side ... but he also won't ask questions." "Haven't we heard that name when we were on the Island?" asked Vantha. "His name does ring a bell ... " said Rhiannon. "Calista asked tons of questions while she was with Dee Dee the last time we were there, and I remember her mentioning that name. Tell me more about this character." Yvette paused as she considered her next words. "From what I've heard, he likes to 'play around'. He owns a spot on the marina and actually does some legitimate boating business. But he's also been known to let his 'little head' do the thinking for his 'big head', so he'll get what he wants ... " "I know exactly the type you mean, unfortunately ... " grumbled Rhiannon. "Well if there's no other way around it, I'll 'take one for the team', if it'll get us back to the Island." Hearing this from Rhiannon, Vantha abruptly halted eating, causing a chunk of food to fall from her fork back onto her plate. "I thought you'd had enough for the day..?" she asked, staring at Rhiannon in surprise. "Unless you've got a better idea?" There was an awkward silence. "This is probably our best chance to get back to the Island ... so let's get a move on." "Can't we at least finish lunch first?" "You can take the rest with you in a 'doggie bag', and eat it on the way ... " "Hold it, girls," said Yvette. "Let me look up his number and make sure he's there first." She found his number and dialed it. Someone answered, speaking in Spanish. "Good thing I have the 'Google Translate' app on my phone." After a few moments she hung up. "We're in luck ... he'll see us in an hour." Once they arrived at Ramirez's section of the marina, they went into the cabin of one of the larger boats. Ramirez couldn't help but stare at the incredible figures of the three women. But even with the translator app, there seemed to be a lack of communication and a reluctance by Ramirez to cooperate with them. He didn't know all the intimate details of what went on at the Island, but it had also been made clear to him by the amazons not to call the Island or to show up without being contacted first by them. Being so close to their final destination and then hitting a snag like this, was causing Rhiannon's temper to come to a slow boil. "I can't believe we're this fucking close to the Island, and getting back to Tiffany and Barocca and the others ... and this putz won't play ball with us," she grumbled. She had no idea that other girls on the Island were also missing at the current time. Hearing familiar names, Ramirez began to realize that the two 'friends' of Yvette might actually belong on the Island after all. Finally, Rhiannon had had enough. "Let me try to get through to him, Yvette," as she moved her to one side and stood in front of his desk. "What I've got to say won't need a translator." She leaned forward, gripping the edge of the desk with her hands. Her alien strength was leaving minor dents and cracks on the surface of his desk. "Now listen good, pal. I know you recognized our friends' names, when you heard them a minute ago. And I'm willing to bet that you've got a way to contact them, if there's an emer-gency ... and trust me on this: this qualifies as one for you." Ramirez stared at Rhiannon in awe as he saw the muscles in her arms, and realized that she was deadly serious. "If you don't help us out and make a simple phone call or e-mail, I may lose my temper. And believe me ... you wouldn't like me when I'm angry." Rhiannon's words had a profound effect on Ramirez. "Har� lo que quieras, se�ora ... " He bagan searching his rolodex on the desk. "Vamos. Dame un segundo, por favor." "See..?" said Rhiannon. "Some things are understood by everyone." Vantha breathed a sigh of relief. At least they'd avoided violence and attracting attention from the authorities so far. Ramirez dialed the only number he had for the Island. After a coupe of rings, Barocca's voice answered. A stream of Spanish and heavily accented English flew out of the receiver on her end. "Whoa! Slow down, Ramirez! What's going on ... you know I don't speak that much Spanish." Rhiannon and Vantha's eyes lit up as they recognized Barocca's voice. "I'll take over from here ... give me that." She reached out and grabbed the phone from Ramirez's hand. "Barocca, it's Rhiannon and Vantha. We're here on the main Island in the Bahamas with your friend, Ramirez." "But I thought you weren't due back for almost a week ... " "We'll explain the details about how we're back early once we're together again. Since this fellow has your number, I know you've got some type of arrangement for getting people on and off the Island when you need to. Tell Ramirez whatever you have to tell him, so he'll take us out to your location." "All right. Put Ramirez back on." Barocca turned on the charm, and assured Ramirez he'd be paid for an unexpected trip. She still had a computer in her room, and she still had money in her bank account. What had seemed like ages on Cinnebar was only a couple of months on Earth. She sent an electronic payment to Ramirez. Paying Ramirez on her own was one more small step towards showing the other girls that she was genuinely changing her ways. Once his cellphone beeped and he read the text message from Barocca, Ramirez then checked his online bank account, and verified the payment was on its way. Now he was all smiles and willing to do anything for Vantha and Rhiannon. His English wasn't the best, but he was able to communicate with them now. "As soon as the boat is gassed up, she is ready and we leave, se�oras." "Sounds good, Ramirez," said Rhiannon. She turned to Yvette. "I guess this is goodbye for now. Thanks for everything." She hugged her and came close enough so that Ramirez wouldn't hear. "Enjoy your new 'toy' ... just take it easy with it and try not to hurt anyone with it." "You know I will. Watch for stuff on me on the Internet." She turned and gave Vantha a hug, and then headed for the door. "Have you got any diet sodas here?" Vantha asked Ramirez. "A certain someone didn't let me finish my dessert today ... " She held up the take-out carton from the retaurant. "By all means, dig in and eat," muttered Rhiannon. "But remember what they say: a moment on the lips ... a lifetime on the hips." Several hours later, Ramirez's boat pulled up as close as he could to the Island. Vantha and Rhiannon waded through the shallow surf to the entrance door. Barocca opened it from the inside and came out to greet them. "It's so good to see you again, girls. We've still got a few days until the others are back too ... you'll have to tell us everything." "Nice to see you again too, Barocca," said Rhiannon. "Let's go in and get comfortable. Have we ever got a story for you and the other girls ... " As they walked down the corridor toward the auditorium, Barocca couldn't help but notice the new 'wardrobe' of Rhiannon and Vantha. "Where'd you get those clothes you're wearing ... a rummage sale?" "That's just about right ... we had to take whatever would fit us at the lost and found of the health club we met Yvette at," said Rhiannon. "You have no idea how appropriate 'Giants' is for you two," said Barocca. "Hey, if you've got it ... flaunt it, I always say," said Vantha. "I may just keep this shirt as a little souvenir after all ... " said Rhiannon.