That night and the next few days became an insane, sex filled blur. Each of them took turns with the ring changing and enhancing the other and themselves, playing, experimenting, refining, and eventually zeroing in on their own ideal bodies - with a dash of each others fantasies mixed in.
Jeff and Michelle both decided to go back to normal human sized genitals and other various body parts, at least during the day (what happened in private was a whooooole different story.). They wanted to keep their new found toy to themselves and Jeff had pointed out that setting of a panic, government inquiry, or worse, by going out in public with inhuman alterations was a poor way to achieve that. (up to this point, Michelle had still been holding out on him keeping his enhanced tongue and even so gave in grudgingly.)
That said, anyone who knew the couple before wouldn't recognize them on their life now. Michelle didn't think to use the ring to fix her sciatic nerve pain for almost 2 days - and was she ever thankful to have it cured. Jeff properly healed a broken wrist that had been a problem ever since he was a child. Blemishes and scars disappeared from both of them - along with almost all body hair. Hair color changed on a seemingly hourly basis for days until they both settled on a favorite eventually, deep burnt red for Michelle and sandy blond for Jeff, but even still they continued to switch color on each other for variety. The same general process happened for body shape, fitness level, even age was toyed with - Michelle had her virginity taken 15 times in 4 days. The next weekend the two finally emerged from their hotel room for the first time since the beach, and the people that came out seemed to have no connection to the ones who went in. Both had gotten taller, stronger, smarter -- healthier.
Michelle was now a 22 year old bombshell of a woman, 5'7" tall and with a body so curvy it should legally require roadside warning signs. Jeff came out decidedly younger at about 19, 6'2" and built like a racehorse - sturdy, muscular, and sharp. While neither of them had anything about them that would cause alarm, they had allowed themselves to stretch it to the limit anyway. Michelle still sported breasts in the KK-cup range when empty (she had absolutely refused to give up her milk) with thick hard nipples as thick as your thumb and half an inch long. Similarly, Jeff's bulge would make any woman within 200 yards do a double take.
Today was Jeff's turn to wear the ring, and Michelle had agreed to be his plaything while they were out. They were way behind on the sightseeing that they had intended to do and half their vacation was already over -- not that it really bothered them. They did, however, have a few must-do's and first on the list was a limo ride to the top of the nearby mountains, where there was supposed to be an amazing view overlooking the city and the ocean. (Jeff had used the ring to 'imagine' a few more zeros at the end of his bank account. He'd almost fainted when he checked his account on his mobile and seen it was reality.)
Jeff had spent all morning perfecting his wife's look, shaping and molding her cloths to her body. She currently wore a shoulderless, dark blue dress with a very deep V-neckline and a bust that came up right under her breasts with fabric that clung tightly to her every other curve. Nothing was left to the imagination as he walked her through the lobby to the awaiting limo, and she enjoyed every second of it. By the time they were in the car, she was already soaking between the legs. As part of the thrill for the day Jeff hadn't let her see or touch his cock yet today, keeping his choice for the day a secret and only telling her that she would "barely be able to take it" -- the anticipation was killing her.
As Jeff closed the door behind them and the driver took them away Michelle arched her back and pouted at her husband. She ran her hands sensually over her breasts and complained to him coyly, "I'm so full... do you know anyone who could suck my big titties for me?" She moaned and began kneading her mountainous titflesh, sliding down the cups that poorly hid her mammaries and running her hands over her dark nipples. Jeff watched as milk began to drip then flow rapidly from her bosom, "I might know a guy..." he said with a smirk and scooted closer, bowing his head to her bounty.
She moaned lustily as his mouth greedily inhaled her nipple, sucking on her tit with wild abandon. In moments she was flooding his mouth with sweet, delicious milk. Both of them had become quite addicted to this, and it had become an extreme turn on for Michelle to have her husband drain her perpetually engorged breasts. She held his head to her nipple, gently caressing as he began squeezing and mashing her boobs. She could feel the flow of milk steadily increasing along with her arousal, as he gulped hungrily. Her breath got heavy and husky, she was getting close. her free hand was tugging and twisting her open nipple, sending jets of milk across the length of the car.
Jeff's hand snaked its way between her thighs and tweaked her super-sensitive clit and she had tho orgasms at once; the kind of orgasm only a lactating woman can have. Not only did her back arch and her hips buck wildly as lightning and ecstasy combined in her mind to form a kind of heaven on earth, but her breasts both let down forcefully and completely causing her to spew milk voluminously as her body twisted and jerked under the power of her orgasm. The intense sense of relief and release intensified and lengthened her orgasm from seconds to minutes as she squirted nectar from her chest and loins simultaneously. Jeff drew back and watched his wife in the throes of pleasure, and as she slowly came back down she realized that he had removed his pants and was folding back the skirt of her dress...