Summary:
A woman discovers a mysterious power that allows her to reshape bodies and personalities after her husband passes away. During an Alaskan cruise she forms a close bond with Matt, using the ability to improve his physical traits and establish protective boundaries. She also applies the power to other passengers she encounters, including a woman named Sophia. The story follows her efforts to enjoy the trip while managing the influence of heightened hormones and avoiding permanent changes that could expose her abilities.
Here is your Story: I Turned My Cruise Companion into My Perfect Lover
In the morning, we got up early and spotted the coast soon after daylight. We’d had steady winds most of the time since leaving Los Angeles and had made good time. We arrived at Glacier Bay on the west coast in Glacier Bay National Park in Alaska.
Adjusting to the Changes
There was too much happening daily for me to pause and review my intentions or boundaries. I was usually more structured. The power had limits but was immensely potent. Getting distracted with sex was my main problem. With a new beautiful body, ramped-up sexuality, and youthful hormones, it was hard not to get pulled in. I’d planned to take things slowly and ease back into dating at my own pace. That plan fell apart hours into the cruise.
I was enjoying myself. Already I was sexually involved with three groups and six people. I was being far too undisciplined. After David died I felt lost without the love of my life. I had to accept he was gone. As much as I didn’t want to, I had to move on.
I was upgrading everyone I had sex with. Bigger cocks, better bodies. Sophia in particular was dramatically improved, rebuilt at a cellular level much like me. I had to admit I was captivated by her. So far it had proved impossible to avoid altering anyone I came into contact with, even the male predators on board. My lack of discipline worried me.
I’d learned not to drink too much. The power and alcohol did not mix. Same for drugs, though I’d never used them. Absolute power corrupts. And there was no one more powerful than me. That raised the question of what I would do with my now potentially immortal life, barring accidents.
I liked to think I was altruistic, honest, and basically good. I should add sex-obsessed slut to the list. Altering personalities was dangerous, especially my own. I’d come very close to becoming a permanent submissive slave to Jack. I’d almost turned myself and Sophia into sex addicts by increasing sexual sensitivity and orgasm levels.
I didn’t want to disrupt people’s lives and needed to stay careful to avoid detection.
I was loving the cruise, the atmosphere, the activities, and the people I’d met. I rose, ate a quick breakfast, and dressed to see the grand view of Glacier Bay. Traveling the ocean on a cruise liner gave me a sense of the world’s scale. Even the immense size of the ship was dwarfed by the towering peaks of the bay.
Waterfalls, deep valleys, majestic scenery surrounded us. We paused in the center of a large bay and took it all in. Clear skies and expansive views marked a marvelous start to the partial circumnavigation of the southern coast.
Exploring New Connections
We stayed in the bay for a few hours, took a short excursion on the tenders, ate a midday meal on shore, swam in the cool waters, and then cruised on toward Juneau overnight. I spent most of this time with Matt, appreciating his maturity and his ability to carry an intelligent conversation.
Even though I was elderly in reality, I wasn’t particularly worldly. Neither David nor I had traveled much. We’d visited San Diego and the major cities up the west coast. Matt had been to Alaska before and had traveled extensively. He made a useful guide and companion. We were both singles looking to reconnect on the cruise.
I stayed with him for dinner and the theater once we returned to the ship. We had a wonderful night making love, lower key than the orgies of the past few nights. He would be a perfect companion while we toured each city. He was well read and intelligent. We shared many interests and opinions yet differed enough to enjoy sparring in conversation. Both recently single, we fit together well.
I saw Jack had already picked up a raven-haired young woman. They hung off each other the next day. I hoped she could handle his new ten-inch cock or at least have fun trying. Matt seemed like a nice guy. I took some precautions anyway. He must always tell me the truth. He could never harm or attack me. He would follow my lead in sex. He would never disclose information about me.
For most of my life I had been submissive to David, especially in sex, and that pattern had been ingrained for decades. Now that he was gone I swung the pendulum both ways. Both sides had their attractions. There was more safety in being dominant, and I could enforce that with the power.
I knew I could set time delays and commands that varied over time. Could I make myself submissive and a partner dominant, then let it wear off and return to normal? Easy to test, though there was a risk of getting caught in too extreme a change and making it permanent. Could I set global commands or templates?
Thinking about these options made me realize I hadn’t explored the boundaries much. Given that the power existed, whether magic, science, or something else, I would have expected more safeguards. A manual would have been nice. Perhaps the creators didn’t need such limits. It was hard to believe it had simply occurred at random underground.
The daily schedule changed. We cruised overnight to the next stop, visiting coastal cities and tourist spots each day. We returned on board by mid to late afternoon for dinner and entertainment. I uploaded photos daily for my kids so we stayed in touch through our family chat group.
Hormones affected me strongly. I felt youthful and full of energy. My joy in life had increased. Youth is wasted on the young. I had a second chance. For now I planned to enjoy the holiday and see the world. I couldn’t call it retirement anymore since those plans had been shelved. To stay safe I limited our sexual sensitivity and orgasm intensity to fifty percent. A good boost but well below levels that could cause addiction. Matt repeatedly said sex with me was the best he’d ever had. Indeed.
I smelled like sandalwood and had berry-flavored arousal secretions. Matt’s sperm tasted of vanilla with doubled ejaculation volume that lasted thirty seconds. Double volume wasn’t enough, so I tripled it. I loved the taste. Might as well use the power for sexual gratification. I also gave him a much shorter refractory period. I could have continuous orgasms for hours, but I’d detuned myself. Too easy to get lost in sexual nirvana.
Lying in bed, we planned the day before we rose, had breakfast, and headed off for a walking tour of Juneau. One mental slip and things could turn ugly. Was there any failsafe with the power, or would it always execute exactly as directed even if the consequences were catastrophic?
Would even random thoughts be acted on? I could test that. Turn my toenails green. Just a quick thought, not emphasized. I flicked the bed cover off, turned, and put my feet on the floor. Not the slightest green tinge.
I pushed a more forceful wish. I want my toenails to turn green. Staring down, they turned green over ten seconds. Almost a relief. A closer look showed the toenails themselves were actually green, not coated. Interesting fashion statement. Turn my toenails and fingernails bright reflective red like nail polish and make their surface smooth.
The green faded and turned to red. The slightly striated surface of my nails went to bright polished red as if painted. Manicure and pedicure the ends perfectly so they match, toenails short and fingernails with almond ends five millimeters past my fingertips. Growth or radical changes always took time.
This was minor so the changes happened quickly. Too slow to see the actual fingernails growing. They’d had a clear varnish and been trimmed short before this morning’s power play.
Playing at home before the cruise, everything had worked exactly as intended when I experimented only with myself and family. Perhaps I could set an initiation word required before the power would respond to internal commands. Perhaps a finger gesture for verbal commands. Test those soon.
I had a quick shower and changed into casual clothing for breakfast. Matt left for his own room and said he would meet me in the dining room in fifteen minutes. I didn’t have to worry about what I ate. The power could change anything, and food was one of the great pleasures of life. I sampled everything I enjoyed. Could I make food taste better? I assumed I could.
