Tom and Lily were loving their vacation in the tiny southeast Asian island of San Lutero. Everything had been magical. The beaches, the stunning vistas, getting to experience the local culture (or at least as close as most tourists got!), and of course the sex at every one of the hotels that marked the map of their trip was incredible. For two young professionals, it was an incredible get away from all the stresses of life.

Lily only had one reservation. All she had wanted was a vacation somewhere warm and beautiful, but her boyfriend Tom had always been a little obsessed with all the mythical ideas and stories of San Lutero. He kept wanting to go to the local witch doctors for a session, but Lily had steered him away from such things. It was a bit strange - Lily considered Tom a generally rational person, and in most respects he was - but in this one area he seemed a little too eager to accept superstition and folk beliefs over science and rationality. And it also felt a bit weird to Lily taking the sacred culture of another people and holding it in such high regard.

However, at the end of their first week, Lily finally relented. They would go to a sacred waterfall, and meet a local witch doctor there who would do a consultation with them.

And so the day arrived, they got up early in the morning and got a ride from one of the many taxi drivers on motorcycles that swarmed tourists coming out of hotels. Soon, they were at their destination - high up in the tropical forest, looking out on beautiful terraced rice fields. It almost felt like they were about to step into another world as they walked the ancient stone steps up towards the waterfall.

"Thank you so much for finally letting me do this!" Tom said.

Lily sighed. "Well, we don't get to go on vacations like this very often - how could I say no in the end?"

They continued upwards, until they started to see the silhouette of a man contrasted against the early morning sunlight.

"I think that's our guide," Tom said. "Refer to him as Guru Selniarb."

Lily rolled her eyes. "I know, I'm not stupid."

This was an understatement of course. Lily had been her high school valedictorian, and had two masters degrees and a PhD. She was blazing the trail of chemical research, and she had a dozen patents to her name already and she was only a few years into her career.

Tom was smart too, but he had directed his intelligence to more worldly pursuits and had been at the helm of two or three successful start ups already. He could have retired after he sold his first successful enterprise, but he liked working too much. Plus, he had always enjoyed dressing to the T's, and had dragged Lily along with him - only expensive clothing would do for the pair of them, if Tom had anything to say about it.

"Hello," the Guru said as they finally came into view, and they saw him wearing the traditional garb of the island. "Welcome to Aekvofaljo Belitae - one of the most sacred places on our little island. It is said to be the wellspring of all truth in the world. Follow me."

The guru stepped through one of the decorative gates that marked the start of a sacred space.

Lily tried not to roll her eyes, and walked over the threshold. She whispered with Tom.

"Wellspring of truth, huh? Good thing I believe every single thing an old Asian man calling himself a 'guru' tells me."

Tom was going to shush her - he didn't want her skepticism ruining a fun experience, but suddenly the objection fell away in his mouth. Lily had never been skeptical! Quite the opposite, she was actually more gullible than he was. As long as an old Asian man spun things as mystic medicine from the ancient past, she would buy whatever they were selling. It was a bit of a problem.

So when Guru Selniarb began to speak, she followed his words without question.

"Come now my friends, let us begin!"

Lily wasn't sure what to expect. She thought perhaps this was going to be some sort of ancient ritual - a kind of spiritual cleansing. But that was wrong - Guru Selniarb was pointing at her, and then at Tom.

"Your lover will be cleansed by the water, and you shall both be blessed as a couple forever!"

Lily stared at Tom. "Blessed?"

Guru Selniarb nodded. "Yes, your relationship will grow stronger and deeper as long as you remain together. This is why I must ask each of you to take something from the waterfall with you. Please fetch it and place it in the basket I provide."

Lily was absolutely ready to do whatever the guru told her, and Tom was enthusiastic that he'd be able to finally participate in one of the island's rituals. The guru lit up some incense, and placed some offering boxes made of large leaves and flowers.

"You must also don the traditional garb of our people while you are here. Do not worry, we provide it for you."

The guru motioned to a rack of clothes. There were large decorative square cloths that the locals wrapped around them before entering sacred spaces.

"Um... is there anywhere for us to change?" Lily asked, looked around the flat area they found themselves in. "Because if there isn't, could I go into the forest down there and change in private?"

"No," the guru said sternly. "Our bodies are our truth. If we cannot bear them before the Spirit of Truth on this mountain, we cannot approach him for the ritual."

That sounded reasonable to Lily. She started stripping off her shirt, and shorts, revealing her simple underwear and modest curves. She had always treasured her brains more than her body.

Tom smiled at her, and whispered. "I thought I was the only guy you got naked around, but I guess you'll strip naked for any guy."

It had been a joke, but after he said it, he realized it was true. Lily might have been studious and scholarly, but she had a bit of a party girl streak and he couldn't count the number of times he had left her alone at a party for a few minutes and had come back to find her completely naked. It never went further than that - she usually would go skinny dipping or find some other activity that required her to be naked, but it had given her a reputation among the social circles they rolled in. A reputation that had always made him a bit uncomfortable.

"Oh come on," Lily whispered back. "You know you love it."

Had Tom been uncomfortable with it? No, it was one of his favorite things about Lily. No one would expect this streak of freespirited-ness from a serious scholar like her.

"You must be completely naked for the ritual," the guru said.

Lily nodded, she had no problem with that. She took off her underwear, and revealed her tiny breasts and pancake butt. It was clear that Tom loved her for her brains more than anything, and yet he wanted to say something complimentary all the same.

He whispered to her again. "Your body is like a supermodel babe. Your amazing curves are all I'll ever need."

Lily responded sarcastically, "And your tiny little pencil dick is all I need to satisfy me."

Lily had intended it as a playful reproach. She knew she didn't look like a model, and she knew that Tom had a huge cock. But suddenly... that wasn't true at all was it? Lily's breasts had ballooned up, her ass was round and juicy and she had become about a head taller than before. Standing there naked in the morning light, she almost looked like a goddess.

Tom couldn't help but get an erection. Not that anyone could tell with his tiny cock. He would have felt embarrassed if anyone could see it, but he was still fully clothed, and the barely there tent in his pants could easily be mistaken for a fold of fabric or a trick of the light.

"Alright, now you must undress," the guru said.

Tom's cheeks reddened. He couldn't undress now! He was still at full attention. It would be obvious he was lusting after his smart and beautiful girlfriend if he was naked, even with his tiny cock.

"O-of course," Tom said. He undressed slowly, hoping for his erection to die down as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"You're so shy, Tom," Lily joked. "Afraid people will see your couch potato body?"

Tom was far from a couch potato. He was up every morning in their home gym, and he had the muscles to prove it. It helped him be confident in business. But suddenly a shiver went through Tom and as his shirt came off it became apparent that he was soft and flabby underneath. He had no muscles to speak of. And he did seem more shy all of a sudden - almost bashful.

"Hey, at least I'm not a slut like you!" Tom retorted.

He had said it in anger - he knew Lily had always been faithful to him, in spite of the insecurity he always had being with such a hot woman, and in spite her penchant for naked party shenanigans. But... that wasn't true at all. No, she had not been faithful to him. How could she be? She was a slut, insatiable, and he was a flabby, tiny-dicked softboy. Sure, he was rich and successful, but that was about all he had going for him now.

"Alright, now you two should get into the sacred robes," the guru said.

The two them looked over in surprise. They had almost forgotten that they were there to do a ritual as a couple. They got dressed in silence.

"Very good, now take this basket, and I want you to each find a lotus flower. Put it in the offering box and bring it back to me. Then we will do a ceremony that will make you a couple forever, if your love be true."

Lily frowned. She wasn't so sure she wanted to be with Tom forever. He was good for some cash, and a little emotional support here and there, but did she really want to get saddled with a guy like this? Besides, this ceremony seemed a bit like a wedding, and she wasn't really the kind of girl to be satisfied with just one man.

"Tom, I've been thinking about it, and are you sure about this?" Lily asked, as they walked up to the stunning waterfall.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"Well, I mean... It seems like a lot. Going to a foreign country, and doing a sacred couples ceremony?"

"You were almost as into it as I was!" Tom said in surprise.

"I know, I was. But now I'm having doubts," Lily said. "I mean, our relationship has been pretty wild. We both know what we want, and I don't think a ceremony is going to change that. Why not just go back to the hotel and fuck?"

"Well I..." Tom stammered. "I just wanted to-"

"I know what you wanted to do, babe," Lily said. "But let's get real. You're only with me for my looks. You're like the dog that catches the car - you don't know what you want to do now that you're with a girl who's totally out of your league. So you thought San Luteran mysticism was the best option."

"Hey," Tom said. "I do love you. For someone supposedly so smart, you sure are an idiot!"

Lily blinked. Her thoughts were coming much slower now. She was not a doctor, and she had certainly not been her high school's valedictorian. She was lucky to have graduated in the first place!

Meanwhile, Tom found that her words rang true. Of course he only liked her for her looks - what else did she have? Lily was a total airhead at the best of times, and the only topics she could talk about in depth were Instagram influencers and fashion.

"That's not, like, very nice!" Lily said. "I know some stuff about things."

Tom shook his head. "Look, all you know how to do is fuck and give head, oh and put on really sexy clothes. You're the most vapid, shallow slut I know. I can tell I'm dating a real winner here."

Lily gasped. How could he say something like that?

"Well, you're not dating anyone anymore! As far as I'm concerned you and I never dated - what girl would ever date a loser like you!" she stuck her nose up, and walked back to the shrine gates. She tore the robes off, and grabbed her clothes. She would get dressed outside! She didn't want to spend another moment with this jerk.

Meanwhile, Tom lost the last bit of dignity he had. He had never dated the girl who had just walked away - Lily. No, instead he had been stalking her Instagram for ages, and when he found out that she happened to be in San Lutero while he was visiting as a break for his thankless job as a fast food employee, he jumped at the opportunity to try and meet her. Things had gone predictably bad of course.

Tom sighed, and walked towards the gate. He was a total virgin still, and there was no chance he would ever be more than that. He'd never get love, or sex or companionship, and he would probably spend the rest of his life creeping on the women he followed online.