Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 10:32:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: sasha Steele <sashadanka@yahoo.com>
Subject: Golden Goddess  - four

The Golden Goddess of Gaydor Island
by Sasha Steele

Part four - Morning

   They had covered hundreds of miles in a few seconds
to get to the interior of Gaydor Island, then slowed
to check the gold sites that had been identified from
orbit. Several hours had passed. Dixx's gravity drive
scooter flew silently over the trees.

  Trandell awoke at around eleven. He stretched,
yawned, and then placed his hand on a globe beside the
bed to summon his attendants. The aroma of coffee and
fresh baked cinnamon rolls waifed up from the yacht's
galley. Trandell was hungry. He was always hungry.

  Several attendants in skimpy maid's uniforms
scurried in to attend to their manstress. The bed was
operated bringing him to a sitting position. Coffee
had been brought in. A cup prepared, tested, and
offered to Trandell's lips. Trandell drank, and ate
the cinnamon rolls offered to him while he called up
the selector screen to decide on on his clothing for
the day.

  But first, to check on his loving husbtran. "Dixx."
Trandell spoke at the screen.

   Dixx's scooter monitor lit up and the image of his
beautiful corpulent manwife appeared on the screen.
Trandell was awake and sitting up in bed having his
morning coffee. His extremely long golden blond hair
was a wild mess of waves and curls that hung about his
large body.

  "Where are you?" Trandell asked as he munched on a
cinnamon bun.

  "Good morning sweetheart," Dixx said. "We're just
over the middle of the jungle. We'll be coming up on
the temple soon."

  Trandell stretched. "When will you be back?"

  "Four hours, maybe five. What are you going to do
today?"

  "I'm having breakfast on deck. Then we're going to
the beach." Trandell had brought two guyrl friends
along for company - a pair of sexy guydolls, elitists,
just like he was.

  "Okay. See you tonight." Dixx blew his manwife a
kiss.

  "By," Trandell yawned. Then ordered his monitor,
"swim wear. That black one piece in FashionTran."
Trandell's animated image appeared on the screen in
the black bathing suit. Trandell took another sip of
coffee and mouth full of cinnamon bun. "Trantalian
sandals," he munched, "black." The shoes appeared on
his feet in the image on the screen. My hair in a
braid I think, and sunglasses." They appeared.

  Trandell watched his image walk, sit, lay down and
pose from all angles in the black one-piece bathing
suite and five inch high heel Trantalian sandals, and
he liked what he saw...

  The low cut bathing suit lent support to his fleshy
man-tits creating a bit of cleavage on his heavy
chest. The full seat panel cut upward in V across his
massive backside. The material back there sank into
the deep crevice between his huge butt cheeks. The leg
holes were high cut to his hips showcasing his
gargantuan smooth skinned thighs.

  His fat stomach was solid and protruded outward with
little sag, its one foot under shelf nearly
horizontal. Tucked under his belly between his thighs
bulged a fleshy pubis mound, and from it grew his
magnificent huge cock. Trandell's bathing suit
followed his bulging contours; over his luscious man
tits, across his broad back, thick waist and wider
hips, under his gut and over his cock.

  The bathing suite's peenal pouch containing
Trandell's huge cock bulged. The spandex-like material
clung to its long thick shaft following it from the
crescent bend at the base under his pubis mound and
seven inches down to its solid tip. Trandell's bathing
suit-clad cock pointed downward at a 45 degree angle
and stood out a few inches off his fat thighs.

  On the screen Trandell went through three wrap
skirts  to fit over his swim suit before settling on a
short dark gray stretch denim skirt with a thin black
belt. The back panel wrapped all the way around his
big hips to the sides of his belly, the front panel
overlapped it. The two separate panels buttoned
together on both sides at the waist. The bulging
cheeks in the seat of his bathing suit showed slightly
below the rear hem line. The wrap skirt cut across at
mid belly. The short front panel was tight to his
lower gut and hung down a couple of inches from where
it curved under leaving the hem out away from his
thighs with his bathing suite covered cock poking
downward in plain view below it.

  Yes, Trandell liked what he saw.

  "Breakfast is served at your leisure Mandam," an
attendant announced. He curtsied then hurried out to
make preparations.

  Trandell threw off the silk sheets, turned and
slowly sat up on the bed. His massive bare arms were
at his sides. His fleshy hands rested on the soft bed.
Their two inch long fingernails were painted silver.

  Attendants slipped padded lounging shoes on their
manstress's fat feet. They were baby blue, same color
as his nightie, with open backs and five inch heels.
The uppers looked like panties with little blue bows.
Their 'crotch' inserted between his big and second
toes and crossed the top of his feet to the sides of
his instep. Trandell's fat toes had long toenails
painted silver.

  The top of Trandell's baby blue nightie was tight to
his fleshy man tits and had lace details on the
bustier. Thin spaghetti straps crossed his heavy
shoulders. The loose fitting panels where short, not
quite covering his big ass and cock. The large size
nightie panties were drawn onto his stomach covering
its bottom portion. They had a full seat and the leg
holes were high cut. The protruding peenal pouch was
still damp from when Trandell had wet the bed in the
night.

  Trandell sat on the edge of his bed with his feet on
the floor spread two feet apart and his heavy thighs
parted. He rested his hands on his thick knees. His
huge semi hard cock bulging in the peenal pouch of his
panties pointed downward between them. His fat gut
rested on his lap.

  Attendants waited to take Trandell by the arms to
help him rise. But Trandell sat relaxed a moment, a
look of concentration on his pretty face. He felt his
cock head heat up as his shaft filled with piss. Felt
it rush to the tip. His panties saturated. A stream
broke through the silken material, and Trandell's
strong morning pee poured into the lush carpet between
his feet.

  "Ahhhhhhhhhh," Trandell sighed as pee poured through
his nightie panties. Trandell peed for two minutes,
and when he had finished he was assisted to his feet.
Then Trandell waddled out to join his guyrl friends on
deck where they would be fed their breakfast.

End of part four