A Sweater Life For Me

--Artwork by Sumakaita--

Golden rays pounded the soft sand of the lush, tropical landscape, the beautiful ocean refusing to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it was sent away. Those who were gifted this sight daily laughed and played, the sights and sounds just as fun as they ever were. For the two marines on a planned short leave at this nearby island to their base, the charm had worn out after the first few days. They could care less about the wonders of island life, boredom a constant blight on their mood. But this was nothing new for them.

“You know, I thought joinin’ the marines would lead us on some wild adventures. Gotta say though, this is boring as anything yet.” Isaiah mumbled, looking for a moment at his unbuttoned shirt revealing his skin that looked far tanner than usual before glancing at his more peach colored friend itching at his shaggy brown hair.

Isaiah’s brown eyes then turned to his fishing line cast out at sea. The shade from his baseball cap was causing him to flirt with sleep, eyes feeling heavy—unimpressed with the beautiful stretch of ocean laid out before them. The biggest upside to their Marine plan had been that their bodies were whipped into shape, both possessing lean, more muscular looks now. He dare thought that they actually looked hot for once in their lives. Not that it mattered much right now.

“Yeah I hear you. But this was my last, well... good idea. I got nothing else man.” Matt somberly replied while reeling in his line for another cast of the rod. “We’re stuck like this it would appear. Endlessly drifting on the waves of boredom.”

“More like starin’ at ‘em. Have we even caught anything other than garbage?”

Matt sighed and rested his chin onto his palm. Back at base, some of the other crew hyped up the island of Jangkar. Spoken of highly was its vistas and party scene. The two friends did capture a bit of a spark at one of the local bars, but that quickly blended into the typical monotony they’d experienced before—same fun, different location. They wondered if they were simply just too hard to please or if it was even possible to be happy for more than a day.

“Maybe we should hit up the bar again Matty. Couldn’t be worse than the first time.” Isaiah said.

“Yeah, they did have quite the stories to share. Made this place sound a lot more interesting than it turned out to be, heh.”

Isaiah turned and raised an eyebrow to his friend.

“You mean those lies about chivalrous pirates flyin’ round in some stolen government airship full of experimental tech? Haha! The Zepp military doesn’t even come out to these parts. I’d hold onto your breath for anything that excitin’!”

Matt chuckled while looking a little starry eyed, “Hey, I’ll entertain any story if it’ll get me free booze. It at least sounded fun. Flying around in a hover-carrier, fighting outlaws and summoning, heh, sea creatures to f-fight for—”

Both friends burst out laughing, unable to avoid buckling under the absurdity of it all. It was the only modicum of joy past simple diversion they’d experienced all day. As the two continued to hold onto their sides, the fishing rod wedged under Matt’s armpit suddenly gave a tug.

He was taken off guard by an actual sign of life, but he sprung into action. This one certainly didn’t feel like garbage, it was physically pulling away from him!

It was an intense battle. Whatever was on the other line was giving Matt enough a run for his money that Isaiah had to step in to assist. Both eventually won the battle of perseverance though, yanking it to a point of submission.  The lack of struggle as Matt started to reel it in made him wonder if he’d accidentally killed it in their battle.

Both met their catch with a collective sigh, seeing nothing but a soggy orange sweater that hung like a sagging, heavy bag. It was a little heavier than expected from all the water weight and it felt like something else was wrapped up inside it.

“Maybe a fish was caught in it and got away? Bummer. More junk for the pile.” Isaiah said.

Matt for whatever reason didn’t look at it as junk. He was strangely captivated by the warm, orange glow of the sweater. He actually felt a tad excited. Unable to explain it, he rushed to a nearby cabin on the dock to take a closer look. Once at the cabin he unwrapped his catch.

Matt’s eyes widened at what he saw, completely baffled by why such an outfit seemed at all enticing to him—though there were a lot of intricacies at play in the simple design. It was a rather loose, baggy sweater with the cuffs of the sleeves and rim of the bottom decorated white with an orange stripe running horizontal down the middle. Light, yellow-orange stitch lines ran from the lower pockets up and over the shoulders and also ran down the hem of the sleeves. The sweater did have a hood as well, which also showed that the inside of the garment was black and had a smooth, velvet feel. It was one of those longer sweater dresses too, running down to the upper thighs and bagging a lot around the hips. The ends of the sleeves were also loose fitting, with large gaping arm holes.

As he felt all around his catch he noticed that it was drying impeccably fast. Even with the heat it shouldn’t have been so quick. Matt prepared to string it up to finish drying when he noticed something fall out of the sweater. A pair of orange boots with black trims and spacious openings around the lips of them for the feet to slip into fell out, followed by a large, droopy orange hat with a white skull and crossbones design rising out above the baseball cap-like bill. The short boots lacked any laces that would hold the wide open upper parts of them shut, implying they were meant to be very breathable. The hat was huge, like some deflated pumpkin or a giant, baggy newsboy cap. Looking at the skull design his mind wandered to the exotic tales told at the bar the other night of the orphan men and women pirates that were protectors of the seas here who possessed super strength and utilized sea creatures like comrades in arms.

The rising wonder was enough to make Matt decide on wearing the outfit. It was a whim he couldn’t ignore—though it’d be hot as hell wearing it in this heat. So he stripped down to just his black biker shorts and black, fingerless gloves. Despite his worries that he might be too tall and built for the sweater it surprisingly fit on him loose as intended, as did the boots and hat, almost as if the outfit magically conformed to his size. He cracked a small smile while looking down at himself. Perhaps this outfit was just what he needed to ignite some liveliness in his melancholy soul.

As he made his way back to his friend, Matt’s soul was immediately lifted, his body feeling lighter and his steps filled with far more pep than he could remember. The sweater’s embrace brought with it a heat quite distinct from just the extra warmth wearing a sweater like it typically would. It reminded him of the calming, crackling flames from the fireplace at his uncle's cabin. It brought with it fond memories of those winters as a child, when such a simple thing as staring into a fire could bring awe and fantasies. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d felt this way. This sense of comfort and a giddy daydreaming mind was so far removed from who he was, who he had been. He was becoming someone else entirely.

“I think… yeah, I love this!” Matt nearly squealed, catching Isaiah off guard. That sound coming out of his mouth had to be more by accident than intent. Matt had never been one to ham it up. And yet that excited emission had enough butterflies and rainbows in it to decorate a love sick schoolgirl’s journal.

This wasn’t ham though, as Isaiah soon learned. Matt entered frame with a sincere skip and ended with a twirl to show off the surprisingly already dry sweater. Isaiah was more than able to admit it was a cute outfit, but it looked very out of place on his friend, even if it did seem to bring the widest, most lively expression he had ever seen to Matt’s face.

“You love this weird, pirate, sweater?” Isaiah questioned as he took a step back from Matt smiling uncomfortably close to him.

“Do you like it!?” Matt asked.

“Uh, no?” Isaiah quickly replied. “Are you alright?”

“Amazing!” Matt said with the wide eyed look of a child. “I can’t explain it! I mean, I can. All sorts of new expressions and thoughts are flowing into me! Elated! Fluttering! Dizzy! Erect!”

“Excuse me!?”

“Happy!”

Matt had pranced around in a flight of fancy, drunk off his happy thoughts like some twisted Peter Pan. Isaiah tried to hold him by the shoulders to get him to sit still. That was until he felt what was pressing against his thigh.

“Shit man! You really are, gh. Okay what is goin’ on!?”

Matt’s voice seemed softer than usual, as did his complexion, and his eyes were full of life. The sulking, half-dead stare they usually displayed was gobbled up by the literal sunshine reflecting in his pupils. His uncharacteristic glossy lips pursed before words came flooding out.

“I’m happy Isaiah! Happy for the first time in, I don’t know, forever maybe! I feel like I’m caught in a torrent of uplifting emotion. Ever since I put on this outfit I’ve been swept up in its tide. It’s liberating! I don’t want this to stop! It is strange I know, but I’m excited for what comes next. Something wonderful is happening to me, I can feel it! Oh, I wish you could feel this Isaiah. I’ve been such a fool. I’ve kept everything so bottled up! I can’t—”

“Woah, slow down Matt! Why are you cryin’ all of a sudden!?”

What began as a lively release had left Matt in tears of joy, a smile nervously twitching on his face.

“I-I’m sorry! I just can’t control it! I feel so happy and… wait are you taller?”

Isaiah hadn’t noticed, but he had been looking downward at his friend who was usually eye level with him. Matt now looked considerably shorter, his head only reaching to shoulder height.

“What the… you look more frail too.” Isaiah pointed out, prompting Matt to roll up a sleeve and discover that his muscular build had been reduced to a slim, delicate frame. Both biceps looked tiny compared to the proud peaks that once were.

“That’s odd. Oh, look at my hands too!” Matt said while gleefully showing of his smaller, almost feminine looking hands—cute, manicured nails and all—before petting his own cheeks with them. They were the kind of hands meant for caressing a weary soul. There was so much gentle compassion imbued into the slopes of every digit, the padding of the palms feeling soft enough to be pillows even through the material of his gloves.

Isaiah took an awkward stare downward and saw one of his friend’s hands venturing underneath the sweater towards what was obviously a still erect dick. Matt’s face was flustered with uncontrollable joy.

“Oh Isaiah… this is so—oomph!”

Suddenly, the baggy skull and crossbones hat violently slid down Matt’s face and gobbled him down to the bottom of his neck. He grabbed at the animated cap with both hands, but it suctioned itself air tight, crumpling it’s size into a snug fit around his head. The same tightening force then came to the sweater as well. It had a life of its own, yanking Matt’s arms down into a stiff position at his sides. The sleeves and torso section crumpled in similar fashion to the hat until it tightly conformed to his body’s shape. He was bound by the confines of the sweater and hat, left to stumble about blind on the only part of him left free in his legs.

Isaiah saw the clothes take bizarre siege of his friend, the breaths of his muffled cries expanding the size of the hat that gripped to him like a kidnapper’s sack. The sweater held skin tight to his frame down to just below the hips. It had been so loose fitting before that it was unexplainable seeing it suddenly so tight that he could see every quivering contour of his friend’s body—his chest, ass, even his twitching rock hard cock tenting. Isaiah was tense, unsure of what to do. For fuck’s sake a magic sweater was eating his friend!

Upon a closer look though it was more like it was sucking on him. The sweater inflated and deflated at a quick pace like a ventilation bag. During each deflation it clung to Matt’s body in a way that seemed to pressure the fat and muscle into malleable collections of dough. Masses of flesh where shifting around through each compression, in particular towards his chest and hips. His arms became lean and even thinner, the excess weight traveling up through his shoulders—which now dipped downward into a tranquil slope—and into his upper body that was snapping slightly wider behind his chest that was developing two growths upon it. His midsection was being rung like a towel, sending lumps of flesh to further collect in his chest while the rest traveled downward below the waist, gathering on his sides. The process flattened out his tummy as all extra weight was sapped from it.

To Isaiah his friend looked in pain, unable to make out the fevered howls underneath the hat. He lunged towards him and gripped at whatever loose part of the sweater he could find once it next inflated. He tore at it with all his might, halting its process. Feeling he had a good grip, Isaiah began to lift up with all his might. Inch by inch it was actually raising!

“Hang on Matt! I’ve got you!”

He then felt the trembling and surprisingly strong grip of his friend halt his progress, even yanking his hands down. He could make out a desperate plea from Matt now that he was much closer to him.

“Nooo! I don’t want it to stop!”

Matt’s foot then suddenly kicked him in the gut, effortlessly sending him flying several yards away. He rolled a few times upon landing and was left in a haze. This allowed the sweater all the time it needed to continue its work.

Matt moaned victoriously as the welcomed sensation of his molding flesh returned. His body was a canvas at the sensual mercy of the loving sweater. It brought his soul joy and was showing him such gracious love through its touch. It wanted what was best for him, he knew this! He happily surrendered to its embrace.

Several harsh snaps in posture and cracking bones rattled Matt to his core. His spine curved into a more sensual shape and his ass perked up more. He could feel his hips break and reform at a wider stance, opening a decent gap between his upper thighs. The sensations were not painful, but like riding a high that finally peaked. His body celebrated in what it felt was something being freed, Matt’s throbbing dick staining his biker shorts and the sweater with thick wads of thanks.

The sucking of the hat quickly became more fierce, elated by its wearers joy. The flesh of Matt’s face was toyed with, stretched and pulled as the pirate cap tried to create a jolly look for a jolly soul. Any stubble of facial hair upon his face was sheared off by a rolling heat, allowing his smooth skin to breathe. Bones and cartilage crackled and reshaped, a youthful visage pushing a baffled smile coming into being. The hat next tugged tight on his neck, forcing his adam’s apple into a flattened state until he felt it pop out of existence. Simultaneously the hat pulled against his face, stretching his skin and features taught to try and fit them into place. This unleashed a rising cry of ecstasy that rose from the smooth yet male bass to the squeaky, soft tones of a chipper girl. During the length of the cry, the length of Matt’s brown hair drastically changed, pouring out from under the hat down towards his mid-back, side bangs on each side slithering down to his chest.

Matt arched back, unable to handle the rapture of the moment, the sweater sucking faster with his own rising arousal. His chest was engorging on redistributed flesh until it found itself finally satisfied, supple, modestly sized, teardrop breasts swaying free. His more sensitive, erect nipples grew agitated by the touch of the sweater, sending prickling shocks of pleasure tickling every curve and contour of his frame. He could feel his dick swelling with love once more, swelling with his happiness, swelling in unison with the fat being pounded into his legs and ass. All the remaining human dough that was left of old Matt was being forced downward, his thighs and lower legs pulsating into a thicker, shapely physique. There was equal parts power and beauty present in them, raised, strong calves that became a cascading basin down towards his charming ankles. His powerful, squishy thighs pushed the biker shorts further up his legs and his burgeoning ass and hips pushed them further down. The shorts were being made well aware that they were ill-fitted for a woman’s shape. Matt’s fatty ass chewed away at the space in the shorts each time it expanded—cheeks clapping together—their material wedging itself within his now very pronounced butt crack.

Isaiah slowly regained his senses, pulling through his foggy gaze to see his friend looking much different than before. Matt had a smaller, yet feminine frame now, curvy legs sticking out like a sore thumb from the sweater. He couldn’t even fathom how this was all possible. He wished to rush over again to help, but he was still weak to his feet from the blow delivered to him. Still he tried and made his way to one knee, eyes locked on Matt who was wailing in an unmistakably female voice while pressing both hands between his legs that were wobbling like a newborn doe.

“So close! I’m so close! F-Finish meeeyahh!!”

Matt gave a cute hop and tugged with every finger as she felt the last remnants of her mopey male self start to leave her, both of her balls pulling deep into her abdominal region, rattling about into new positions within her as a cavernous void began to open between them. The hollowing space began to widen into a womb and a tunnel grew from it that pushed itself closer and closer towards her ejaculating cock which seemed to be running dry of semen. The closer it burrowed, the clearer the liquid being expunged by her penis was. The watery touch of the juices dousing her fingers meant her rebirth was all but assured. Her spirits were bleached like the beach, towards a sunny disposition that shattered all doubt about who she was now. She was May, this sweater rightfully hers, this power rightfully hers, this happiness all hers!

She rubbed at her cock furiously, wishing it to depart with her coming climax. The sweater assisted all it could with its friction, following the lead of May’s graceful motions. As she rubbed she could feel her male bush shortening and fading until it became a trimmed, triangle patch of brown above her cock.

Then finally it hit, the girly grotto pounded into the base of her dick, sending a shockwave that halted all of May’s actions, causing her to fall to her knees. Her dick flopped about like a fish out of water before it straightened up under her legs. Her vagina then began to devour her cock, skin tearing open to become a mouth circled around it, unleashing a mixture of cum, clear and egg white. The fluids covered the doomed penis, lubricating it well for its travel up May’s snatch. She fell forward onto the ground, her ass raised in the air as she kept herself on her knees. She sent the hand not propping her upper body into her shorts and up towards her crotch to relish in the final moments. She couldn’t wait to dig in!

The cock being forced in reverse into her was rubbing against the walls near her entrance before flattening under the flaps of her upper folds. She could feel the head of her cock growing more sensitive, every touch channeling far greater pleasure throughout her body than it ever did when she was a man. Soon it was a mere nub, only the head of her penis remaining, opening up a path for two of May’s fingers to plunge into her lathered up depths. She shrieked in pleasure, her whole body tensing up as she rubbed at the ceiling of her pussy, right upon the shrinking, overly sensitive nub tucking itself neatly into place as her new clitoris.

“Oooh yes! Fuck yes! Give it to me! Hyaaahh!!” May moaned as she relished in her catch. She rolled onto her back, bucked and tossed, as the throes of a woman’s orgasm rocked her for the first time.

Isaiah could sense he was too late as he finally made it to his feet. He saw the sweater finally freeing its grip on his friend and returning to its once extremely baggy state. What had become of Matt was left huffing and puffing, one hand in her crotch and the other cupping her tits.

May was slow to rise, her body feeling as if it would melt into putty. She found it hard to control her breathing at first, but getting to her feet and finding her equilibrium helped some. Lifting her hat up neatly onto her head she was finally able to take in the shimmering sunlight brushing her face. It emotionally resonated with her differently now, no longer a beacon of boredom but a harbinger of happiness. She had to admit it was pretty hot in this sweater though. Of course, the agitated heat being stirred up by her horny body wasn’t helping matters. The sauna sensations may have departed, but the warmth would not cease around her crotch, the maiden’s fluttering heart still craving more, a fresh experience she knew she needed another party to sate.

“Woo! What a rush!” May rejoiced.

Isaiah was left awestruck at the sweating, spent beauty before him. The surface of her creamy skin and the shine of her straight, voluminous hair sparkled like sunlight dancing on the surface of the ocean. Orange eyes glimmered with wonder, staring at everything around them with the wide-eyed innocence of youth. Her peachy lips rested in a slight smile while she inhaled the wispy breeze of the sea with a long draw through her nose, her face flustered from her stewing arousal.

Isaiah swung May around by the shoulders and panicked. Her smile held firm as if nothing was wrong while he struggled to find words.

“Matt, what the hell happened!? Is that you?”

May clenched one of his hands with a super grip that caused Isaiah to wince while she giggled in the face of his worry. She didn’t seem to be fully attuned to her new strength and gave a slight look of concern while letting him go and taking a step back. Her giddy expression quickly returned however.

“Hi Isaiah! And actually, it is May now. All woman, all natural.”

May’s constant look of radiance and her gleeful giggles were not making things easy for Isaiah.

“There isn’t anything natural about this!” he proclaimed, rubbing at his temples. “You’ve been turned into a woman Matt!

“It’s May…” She pouted, thumping her feet a few times in frustration. “Look, I thought you’d be happy for me. The stories were real! Don’t you see!?”

“Wait… you mean those bar stories about pirates… You? Wait what!?”

“Yup, I’m one of them now! I think?” May giggled. “I certainly feel very strong. I also feel a strange connection to the sea, like voices are calling out to me from it. Whatever it is fills me with joy!”

This was all offputting as hell for Isaiah, who couldn’t even begin to process this properly. How could his friend be taking this so in stride? May’s expression quickly turned sour though and she clenched at her pussy once more, her face growing uneasy with lust.

“Ugh, and there is this calling out to me too.” she lamented before perking up almost immediately and dropping a hop and smirk in Isaiah’s direction. “Guess I’ll go get myself some action.”

Dumbfounded, Isaiah remarked, “Are you seriously thinkin’ about sex right now!?”

“Sure, why not?”

“We need to fix this.”

“Fix what?”

Back and forth Isaiah protested and pleaded to his friend, but the more he conversed with… her, the more he came to agree that this was something good for him, that Matt had truly found himself in a better state of being. That said, he still didn’t feel right about his friend rushing into things with this new body. Fuck, it was hard even looking at her without getting himself all hot and bothered. She was gorgeous god dammit! Cute and sexy comfortably intertwined.

“Look,” Isaiah sighed while trying to avert his glare. “I just think for your first time, uh… y-you shouldn’t just go off with some strangers okay? You know, I could always… uh, help with—”

“Ahahaha! Oh Isaiah!” May laughed with absolute mockery. “I’m still into girls silly.”

The two then stood in silence. One in embarrassment and the other in amusement.

“The day is young man. Why not fish a bit more?” May insisted. “I won’t be long. And besides, you might make a catch of your own. Wouldn’t that be great!?”

“Nah, I aint wearing nothin’ that I catch outta this water!”

Laughing in response, May bid her friend farewell while ignoring his protests, leaving him bored like before and now alone. All he could do was go back to fishing and try to come to terms with all that had transpired.

***

May launched herself onto the bed and splashed on top of the gorgeous woman sprawled upon it like a wrestler leaping off the turnbuckle. It was the 3rd night in a row she had snagged herself a nice piece of ass. She was already a celebrity, the locals admiring what they perceived as one of the tall tale pirates come to life. She checked off all the boxes: she amazed all with her show of strength, swinging about and twirling in the air a large anchor with ease, and she dazzled with her calling upon sea creatures from the nearby waters to perform tricks with her. The spunky, strong, dynamite girl was blowing the lid off every joint and would've been a major catch for any of the rough n’ tumble guys of the area. Unfortunately for them, May had her sights on the ladies instead and more than enough were willing to take a dive under the sheets with the cheerful chick.

What awaited these women was a night of fevered groping, grinding and scissoring that could literally rock the boat. May and her friend’s Navy leave boat that is. Isaiah was left to the lounge once again, forced to suffer through hearing two wailing beauties in the next room over—slick sweaty asses clapping against each other as they hopped up and down. He did whatever he could to distract himself, but the moaning of his friend and the lady screaming in foreign cries of ecstasy made him fidget.

“Lucky bastard.” he grumbled. “The least she could’ve done was—!”

“HYAAHH! May! Tu eres muy fuerte!”

Isaiah was nearly thrown off the couch by the sudden violent rocking of the boat. May was going for the finisher again. Her obscene strength made every motion feel as if a wave was tipping the boat. Indeed May’s powerful collisions made for the most intense, passionate sex any of these girls had ever experienced. Her radiance and energy swooned them, and her vigor in bed consumed them.

May held her lady’s leg up like a flagpole as she mercilessly pounded her pussy into hers’, sliding briefly upward slit-to-slit after each contact. She drove into the woman much as if she was still a man herself, her heavy blows more than enough to stimulate like a cock. Both women arched their heads as they felt the build of pleasure climbing and climbing.  May’s woman had to cling to the sheets with all her might to keep herself steady as each thwack from her lover risked sending her sliding off the bed. She was older than May by quite a few years and hadn’t received a throttling like this in ages. She felt like a mere plaything to the youthful May’s excitement and energy.

Moments later, everything in the boat felt as if it slid in the direction of May’s final thrusts. Elated wails of a joint climax echoed through the lounge and aggravated poor Isaiah. He sat and pouted as he felt the atmosphere slowly trickle back down to normalcy, knowing two satisfied women lay fondling each other in the next room. He’d have peace and quiet for at least the next 10 minutes though.

Then right on time, May came bursting out of the bedroom with an egregious smile and a lively stride as she made her way to the fridge for something to drink. She shamelessly wore only some panties and had a towel slung over her shoulders.

“Come on man! Do you have to constantly torture me like this?”

May heard her friend’s frustration and took a look at him, slouched on the couch looking all out of sorts. She’d been having so much fun the last few days she had sort of been ignoring Isaiah. Taking a good look at him now and judging by his tone she finally started to think that maybe she hadn’t been fully considering how things had been for him. Especially after she shut him down so conclusively. Yeah… Flaunting around her goods probably didn’t help, but she was so used to walking around half naked near him as a male when it didn’t mean anything it just felt natural to her. She never actually yet sat down  and had a proper conversation about this whole transition that her change brought on. Perhaps now was the time…

“Talk to me Isaiah.” May calmly requested, sitting across her friend, respectfully draped in a blanket.

They had the talk. Isaiah spoke of how rattling it was for his friend to have suddenly changed so much and even more so that May appeared unphased by it. He admitted that it was great she was finally happy, that her happiness was infectious, that he was happy for her. However, it only made him feel emptier. It was like May was gifted something out of the blue, something that changed her life for the better and he had been left the same, now a shadow to his close friend’s glow.

May perked up and assured him that it’d be okay. She wasn’t going to abandon him, that she wasn’t going to suddenly change their dynamic. He was going to always be her friend through thick and thin. Everything was just so fresh and new for her and she admitted she might be diving straight into the deep end. She apologized for her lack of focus on handling the situation and hugged him tight. The two laughed and continued to chat, wondering what the next day would bring.

Later into the night the lady May had invited beckoned Isaiah into the room for some fun as well. May cheered him on, much to his dismay.

***

“Look, you have to learn to sit still a little bit. You’ve been jumping off the walls this whole week.”

Isaiah cast his line farther than he had all day. Once again there was nothing biting.

“I can’t help it Isaiah!” May argued. “We only had a week left and I wanted to get my fill. Besides… I’d rather not think about how we are going to have to explain, uh, me to the General and others.”

May looked as if she had a headache as she reeled in her fishing line slowly.

Isaiah glanced at her expression and said, “What? Don’t find this excitin’?”

“Nothing exciting about it and you know it!” May jested, cracking a sly smile. “Oh! Maybe I should summon an orca and we can ride it off to somewhere. Take like an island tour of the area! Let’s go exploring!”

Isaiah burst out laughing, something May had hardly ever seen him do. She gave a warm smile.

Isaiah quickly ceased once he felt May wrap her arms gently around his waist and leaned her head against him.

“Wherever we go and whatever we do. I’m sure it’ll be an adventure.” May softly said.

Isaiah placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder and stared out at the sea with much more admiration than before.

“I know one thing. It wont be boring.”