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