"So, do you want to start with just your card or should we start with both of ours together?" Anthony asked as he returned to his seat and leaned in to see what his wife was doing.
Madison hesitated. While she was perfectly comfortable leaving out details or even actively misdirecting when necessary, for some reason she choked at outright lies. Her husband was obviously under the impression that the image was from her card because it was her image on screen . She couldn't bring herself to say, "let's do mine", because it wasn't hers, it was his. "Let's do both together."
"Yeah I think that will be fun. But don't forget, we agreed I will make the final edits myself." Anthony reminded as he slipped the card from his jacket pocket into the next slot down. This produced a split screen with realistic images of Madison on the left and Anthony on the right, mirroring their seating positions. "So do you want to go first?"
Madison relished the thought of her booby-trap, a remarkably apt term in this instance, but knew she'd better stay in character or her husband would get suspicious. Fortunately she was confident she could count on her husband to do for her what she dare not. "First a Fountain of Youth treatment I think." Instantly the Madison image on the left appeared to be about twenty-six or so. Most of the lines and sags were obliterated, and the skin had a very healthy glow to it. "Hmm, I need to see a little more," and with that statement, the image on the left was standing in a two piece swim suit looking very fine indeed with pert little breasts standing out firm and high. "There! What do you think?"
"I think that's a good start, but aren't you going to change mine too?"
There it was again. It would be so much easier if she just learned to lie and be done with it. "Oh hon, you know I love you."
"I'm not going to carry a grudge if you change me. This is an opportunity for us to kick loose and have fun. Besides, we agreed that I get the final change so ultimately it's my choice no matter what you do. Go ahead, let you hair down."
"I don't know," Madison pretended to whine. Placing her hand back on the control pad, the Anthony image on the right suddenly sprouted hair until it settled in long curly dark tresses onto his shoulders. "There! I let my hair down," she giggled nervously to her own private joke.
"Ok ... interesting, if not exactly what I expected," Anthony laughed. "My turn now I think." Placing his hand on the control pad, Anthony made some changes.
"He's so predictable," Madison thought as she watched in anticipation. The Anthony image lost the outrageous hairdo she'd just added. The image grew slightly taller and thicker, as well as younger, about thirty-ish she guessed. The jaw became more square and the shoulders and chest were much more well defined. In short, it was now an Anthony-Hunk. This was confirmed when the clothing changed to a Speedo. The six pack stomach and powerful, though lithe, legs oozed masculine sexuality. She wasn't sure, but the Speedo seemed a little fuller than expected as well.
"I was beginning to wonder," Madison smiled to herself when she noticed that Anthony had shifted his attentions to the other image. The image of the idealized twenty-six year old woman in her image morphed under Anthony's control to become more of a nineteen year old girl. The tasteful two piece swimsuit became a skimpy string bikini that served more to draw the eye than to conceal. The perky breasts inflated like balloons to a size that made her cringe in discomfort at the thought of being saddled with those things. She thought that they were somewhere between a 'D' and a 'DD'. Adding insult to injury, not only was the figure in a tiny bikini, it was now wearing what could only be described as 'fuck-me shoes'; five inch stiletto heals. Barely controlling the laughter in her head as she spotted the fact that the image still stood the same relative height, effectively making the girl five inches shorter, Madison forced back her delight and did her best to fake a sense of indignation.
"Oh come on," Madison groaned. "That's ridiculous. That's just a male wet dream. It's impractical, inconvenient, embarrassing, and young, too young."
"Hey it's only for a little while. You can't tell me you wouldn't enjoy that body." Anthony paused staring with one eyebrow lifted quizzically. "Be honest tell me you wouldn't enjoy it?"
Madison wanted to clap her hands in excitement. Instead she forced herself to grumble, "If you tell me that you really want that over sexed too young body for our vacation, then I suppose I can probably learn to enjoy it. She doesn't even look old enough to drink!"
"The drinking age where we're going is eighteen, so that's not a problem. I know it's not realistic, but this is an opportunity we'll never see again. We should let our fantasies run riot while we can. Yes, I want that body, I also want you. Why not have both at once?"
"Suppose I wanted this," Madison said taking the control.
Anthony cringed when he saw what Madison had done. The Anthony-Hunk image was now completely nude, only now instead of the extra manly package to go with the fantastically buff body, it now sported a trim v-shaped bush and nothing else, while the bikini clad Madison-like image was now sans bikini. Her huge boobs were remarkably high and tight despite the loss of all support, but it was the large penis an balls hanging from her crotch that drew his eye and made him gulp nervously.
"You said let our fantasies run riot. How about something like this? I think it would be an experience for both of us. Just think, with the right transformation, I could learn the attraction of blow jobs. I know you've always wanted that."
Quietly shuddering , Anthony took back the controls. "Ha ha, very funny. Now would you really like that? Besides, you'd never be able to wear a bikini like that."
"Well you do have a point there. I'd never be able to fit into anything remotely feminine looking like that," Madison said pointing generally at the screen, "and sexy outfits are very much in my plans. Alright, go ahead and fix it. I have to go to the bathroom."
Anthony instantly returned the images back to the correct genitals and looked in relieved pleasure at the bush and boobs before glancing at the naked image he intended for himself. "I wonder how big that is erect," he thought? Instantly the image was standing high and proud with dimensions superimposed beside it. Almost as fast as it occurred to him, the numbers counted up to an even nine inches as the referenced item enlarged to match.
Glancing up long enough to see that Madison was still queued for the restroom, Anthony turned his attention to the Madison image. His idle wondering brought up statistics and status about anything he thought about. Wondering if the nubile body was Virgin, it show "No". No sooner had he started to feel disappointment than the status changed to "Yes". Wondering about "libido" showed a status that was surprisingly high considering, but just to be sure, Anthony nudged it higher still. Remembering Madison's mention of blow-jobs made him wonder about her apparent lack of interest in giving them. Up popped a number that was barely above zero. "I'm doing this for you Madison," he assured himself and watched in satisfaction as the numbers rocketed upwards.
