* Back in Dodge
The bar around them was energetic, filled with the daily ritualistic indulgence that is happy-hour. "I don't know how you do it Chris." He was referring to Chris' new girlfriend of course, who was still off in the ladies' room. "No offense man, but normally your outrageously hot girlfriends are a little lacking upstairs," his finger pointed to his head to help his meaning triumph over the noisy scene. "But this one's different. She's smart. How and where did you find a lawyer that looks like her, and does she have a twin? It might be worth giving my wife half." Some men using hyperbole to make a point would be half serious, Mark was not one of those men. He was a family man through and through. Still, Chris got his meaning, don't screw this one up.
"We've been dating two weeks and she hasn't asked to repaint anything in my apartment yet, that's a good sign." Chris liked to call it his three-month-curse. He wasn't an especially monogamous dater, but when he found someone he liked, really liked, he'd stay at it for a few months. Somewhere around three months was when the curse kicked in. From out of nowhere, perfectly normal girlfriends would start acting like they were already married. They'd move some clothes into his place, start planning vacations, and generally want their lives to revolve around each-other. Chris shook his head as if to physically shake off the thought. There was no reason to think about anything but right now.
As Suzanne moved through the bar, every man she passed couldn't help but check out her paradoxically steamy yet friendly appearance. She was five-foot-seven, the perfect height to be tall and stunning without being too tall for most men. Her dark hair was bob cut, punctuated with streaks of artificial hilights. Her halter suggested the look of workout gear despite its flashy black and silver fabric. Yet few onlookers lingered long on those details. Their animal brains were focused on her toned size two frame, and how every inch of visible skin seemed to advertise what they suspected, that her body was even more perfect under her outfit than it was in it.
When Chris first met her, he had an altogether different reaction. To be summed up in a word, finally. Finally he had found a woman who excited him after his visit to that devious, fantastical, and mind-bending resort. More than six months ago Mark had dropped him off at the airport for what turned out to be a life changing experience. He could never have expected what was in store. Chris had spent less than a week there, yet Goddess Resort completely changed his life. It was improbable, impossible, hard to believe even when you've seen it fantasy. Women became living Goddesses towering twice his height. However, the place had an effect far more devious. The women there were so sensationally stunning, so chiseled to perfection, that normalcy didn't appeal to him anymore. Rather than the Chris that was always meeting up and hooking up, rather than the Chris whose standards were so high women didn't last a few months, he became a new Chris where women didn't last five minutes.
He had tried to tell his buddy Mark all about it months ago. Even just trying to explain the scene, leaving out the unbelievable, didn't get through. Chris wasn't sure if it was so hard to believe, or if Mark simply couldn't let himself fall down the rabbit hole. Apparently his marriage was worth more than his enlightenment. After that, Chris gave up any thoughts of trying to explain the Rashja, tonyata, or sernasa, to Mark, or anyone. He felt disconnected, trapped in a bubble. Women just didn't measure up, yet nobody, not even his friend Mark, could understand. He lived in that bubble, treading water through life, wondering if he should revisit the resort, worried he might never want to come back, until he finally found Suzanne. She was as close to perfection as he'd seen, outside the resort. And that was before he even knew her.
Still prowling towards them, Suzanne was twenty feet away when she felt had the sub-conscious attention of them both. She could tell from their body language. She noticed half the bar checking her out at one time or another, and she didn't mind, she was used to it. "Hey boys. Miss me?" Chris wasn't yet sure how she managed it. By day she was a somewhat mild-mannered and all too serious first-year lawyer at a litigation firm. By night, she flipped a switch and became the most sexy, flirty, and just likable young woman this side of a college campus shooting for Girls Gone Wild. Her routine seemed choreographed. The way she stalked across the room, outwardly flirting yet slinking up to Chris, announced she was everyone's to look at, but his tonight.
Chris took a quick inventory of their libations. He and Mark were both finished with their beers, and Suzanne didn't yet have a drink, having slipped off to the bathroom right after arriving. Amid the loud clamor, his standing and waving towards the empty glasses was clearer than any words would have been that he was heading off for another round. Suzanne tucked in close and whispered her drink order, "vodka tonic," before slipping into his vacant seat.
As Chris left, Mark looked over at Suzanne. Even the happily married man in him felt conflicted when her attention settled on him. "So Mark, I understand you're married. Any kids?" Her voice strained to make it over the background noise, Mark focusing all his attention to make out her meaning.
He practically yelled back a response, shaking his head, "No kids yet. Arieane is focused on her career, she's manages a small botique clothing maker. Someday though." The timing of Suzanne's body language was somehow off, causing him to wonder if she'd heard him at all. Chris and Mark had been leaning in and standing close as old college buddies would. He considered closing the gap, but it somehow seemed too familiar to do with the girl his friend was dating, minutes after meeting her, when he was married. Apparently she didn't have that same reservation, as she slid her chair around and leaned closer to him around the small two-top table. He instinctually repeated what she obviously hadn't heard. "No kids yet. My wife Arieane manages a botique clothing maker, she's career focused right now."
"Does she like it?" Mark nodded a bit emphatically. "I envy that, the independence of a small outfit. I don't know why I picked a big firm." Her sly smile wrinkled a little, bolstering her appearance of confidence. "I knew litigation was cutthroat. I can do cutthroat." She tucked in close to his ear, making to share something private. "However, it's a giant boy's club. One where you slave away making the boys at the top rich for years, hoping to get partner." Even as she retreated, her face coming back into view, her sweet smell had invaded him. Mark found himself stirring in ways he hadn't thought about since his dating days before Arieane. He pushed the feeling aside.
"Stick at it, I'm sure you'll eat them alive." Mark didn't know much about law, but he was almost ten years older than her, and if he'd learned one thing in his career, it was that consistent ambition pays off. He had a sense she had more than her fair share.
She was very close, but her body language showed distance. "I'm doing my best. My first couple months I think half of the boys planned to get me into the bedroom rather than the boardroom. I put my serious into high-gear, so far it seems to be working." She slipped her hand against her hair, gesturing that the short cut was part of her serious. Mark couldn't imagine a man that wouldn't want her in the bedroom, and all he could think about was how seriously hot she was. He imagined her in a courtroom, and wondered if that would give her an advantage with male jurors. She was reaching into her pocket, a moment later checking a message on her phone, explaining to be polite, "My girlfriends. Seems they are out making trouble."
"Invite them by." He was just trying to be friendly, but something about her expression showed concern. As Chris returned, setting down drinks on the table, she tapped out a response. A moment later Chris had pulled another chair over and was sitting opposite Mark.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea. These friends aren't good for," she paused, reaching for and sipping her drink before she finished, "marriages." Her phone was sitting on the table, and it lit up and buzzed again, her friend's obviously not letting up. She held the phone up for Chris to read, PLZ! WNT 2 MT MR HOTNESS. "Maybe we can meet them for a drink after." Chris nodded as Mark and Suzanne dove back into a conversation mid-stream. He could hardly hear it anyhow.
* Back on the Ranch
Dr. Foley reached the bottom of his spreadsheet, filled with numbers about Rashja plant yields, realizing he'd been so distracted he hadn't even read them. He was supposed to be checking on the relocated Rashja farm. They needed to increase yields by at least 70% to support their planned second location, Goddess Resort East. It wasn't an easy feat, as pollination and seeding of the plants had always proven harder than simply tending them. The seeds would grow easily enough, however, for some reason the Rashja production seemed to only randomly appear in offspring. The process of breeding seedlings to maturity, testing, and then segregating them, was not hard, but each batch took lots of time. To further complicate things, the more active plants they found, the less frequently new active plants seemed to occur. Sifting through the numbers was incredibly important, and would have been easier if not for Cheri working in the lab that day.
Cheri was at a lab desk, performing a chemical experiment. She had been working on it the whole week, after having finally waded through the backlog of data and analysis from the emergency protocol trigger she'd set off months ago. Setting off the trigger had been the right thing to do, but it cost the resort money, lots of it. The board wasn't happy. All the guests gassed to sleep in the nightclub had to be refunded most, if not all, their resort fees. It was the least the resort could do to prevent any of them from taking legal action for the unconventional safeguard.
Dr. Foley's attention kept returning to watching her from across the room, and he knew why. She loomed over the lab table and dwarfed the bench with a six-foot-eight stature which was more distracting than impossible. Her labcoat hem, normally long enough to reach her knees, suggested the look of a skirt cut too short. Her wrists extended out of the sleeves, further reminding him of her state. However, it was the open front that was devouring his productivity. Underneath the coat she wore spandex workout gear that only just barely covered her. As she moved, the labcoat shfting repeatedly revealed an expanse of bare midriff, and peeks at ways her top was not sized sufficiently to contain her. She must have reached a breaking point in her experiment, as she scribbled something frantically in her notebook. He hardly had time to point his eyes back at his spreadsheet before she darted up, triumphantly heading over to him.
"Simon. Dr. Foley. I've repeated the experiment three times, and each time the results are the same." He really tried to keep his eyes on her face, but with her movement drawing the labcoat away from her, he couldn't help it. She looked like a supermodel vollyball player who borrowed two-piece workout gear and a labcoat a couple sizes too small. It was impossible not to keep his eyes off her. The way the sports-top pressed too much of her athletic bust into the open neckline; the way her short-boy-shorts showed off how impossibly long both her legs, and torso were. "Doctor Foley?" When she reached him, he was momentarily dazed staring at her belly button against a tight and beautiful tummy. "Simon? You have to stop staring if you want us to get work done. You know what the Rashja does to me."
When he met her eyes, he could see the playful flirty look already brewing in them. She wasn't trying to torture him. She already wanted to please him, and the Rashja made her wait it more. It made her hungry for him. Only the fact that she believed he wanted them working kept her from taking him right now. "This is your fault anyhow. You should have told me you were saturating," she said, as she drew her inadequate labcoat closed.
It had happened last night. Their date had culminated in sex, and Simon had failed to warn her he was on Rashja. Was it an accident? If he was honest, it hadn't slipped his mind. He couldn't be with her, here in this place, without thinking about it. It was an accident that part of him begged to make happen. "Please continue. The results?" Did he even know what experiment she was working on?
"Yes yes. The decay rate studies for patron-113. I've been re-thawing and re-testing portions of his blood draws, and it's absolutely remarkable. Unlike most subjects, where the Rashja breaks down in their blood in hours or days, for some reason his levels appear to remain stable." The words triggered a memory of a conclusion he had made months ago. Was it in his notes? On his voice recorder? He couldn't remember, but the implication was obvious. Of course the Aztecs wouldn't have their technology. Of course they wouldn't be able to scientifically breed, systematically test, and hydroponically cultivate the Rashja plants. They would have had a tiny amount of the substance, far too little for constant doses. They hadn't used the plants to select men, and men to select Goddesses. Something in the men, something hidden in their DNA, made them the superior carriers of the Rashja. Only these few would carry the effects. Like patron-113. Once exposed, they would have the Rashja in them for years, maybe decades. She was still talking, but Dr. Foley was no longer listening. What did this mean?
Simon considered how it might begin, the concentration numbers flipping through his head as he considered it. If they only found one plant, or a handful, perhaps the individual concentrations would be very very low. The resort had pushed Rashja to it's extremes, transforming females into fifteen foot goddesses. However, if a man carried only a small amount the effects would be more subtle. Perhaps his partners would become merely fit, stronger, faster. They would be merely Amazons, not giant goddesses. Of course there were also the mental effects. They would want him, and they would serve him. Simon imagined a man in a tribe, akin to the lead male. Perhaps alpha males were not an accident. Perhaps it was brought on by the Rasha. One who held a high-concentration would have a harem of Rashja infused Amazons. No, not a harem, an army. Even with only small amounts they would be as strong or stronger then much larger men. Still, he thought of the pictographs, and the depictions of large Goddess forms. It must have happened then. The men, the carriers like patron-113, they wouldn't just be the alpha. They would be able to not only command the attention of women, but transform them into Goddesses. They would be kings among men.
"Simon? Simon?" Cheri nudged his shoulder, startling him out of his deep thoughts. He had been staring across the lab at nothing. "You weren't even listening, were you?" Her labcoat was again hangling open, and with her standing towering over him, his eyes couldn't help but take her in. In that brief moment, an image flashed into his head. In a day before tanks, before guns, before ships, before technology, lucky men among the Aztecs had created and commanded something mystically powerful.
"Cheri, not only was I listening, but I know exactly what it means." And he did. His hands danced against the keyboard, bringing up a picture of the ancient stones they had uncovered before turning it towards her. "Rashja Amazon warriors. That was the purpose of the hieroglyphs. To preserve the knowledge of how to create an army. An army to rule over men, but commanded by one man, the king, the Rashja carrier." Unlocking this piece of the puzzle was exciting. He no longer cared about checking and adjusting the farm yield conditions. Years of experience in the resort connected to his imagined Mayan history, and the realization that they had recreated the power of ancient kings was an aphrodesiac running through him. He lifted his hand up, placing it against Cheri's abdomen. He looked at her in a new way at that moment. He felt something more than the connection of love or lust. As much as she was his partner, she was something more. She was an Amazon of legend, a conjured protector.
Looking at the digital representation of carved stone on the monitor, Cheri agreed with his conclusion. Then her mind quickly added another. They were slaves, slaves to the carrier. She didn't feel any emotional distaste at the thought, and wondered if it was genuine or if the Rashja inside her prevented it. She considered the other changes, the physical effects of the Rashja. They were truly gifts, perhaps 'slave' was too harsh a word. She looked down at Simon, his hand softly moving against her, and felt grateful. "I'm glad to be your warrior." She knew his desire for her, and she was glad for such a benevolent symbiosis. Her hands drew the labcoat out of his way, resting on her hips to hold it. She knew the Rashja bent her to his will, though not much more than her own body and emotions did.
Simon's eyes opened wider as he looked up at her. Was she posing for him? Even still clothed, the way she pulled her labcoat away, exposing her midriff, seemed very suggestive. Her hands propped on her waist made an offering, a submissive yet powerful offering. Before he knew he meant to, he had swiveled his chair towards her. Still seated, her navel was at eye level. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled close, resting his lips low on her tummy. It was a self-reinforcing spiral. Her sexiness driving his attention, his attention driving her closer, her closeness driving his desire, his desire driving her will. He didn't realize he intended to kiss until his lips were softly puckered against her skin.
Looking down at Simon repeatedly pushing his soft lips against her, she liked his attention almost as much as she liked that he liked it. She would have been content to let him kiss her forever, but she knew a few things he'd like more. She reached under his arms, gesturing him to stand.
She didn't know it, but she lifted him right off his seat. It took him a moment to react and get his feet back on the ground. Standing, he craned his neck back to look up, and her plush lips filled his view as she spoke. "Tell me something Simon, and be honest." Her hands held them together, breasts bumping his shoulders. She wasn't tall enough to seem like a goddess yet, which somehow felt even more real. His heart beating faster from her proximity. "Was it an accident? Did you really forget what would happen last night?" He didn't have to think about it, but his mind flashed to the moment anyhow. No, it wasn't an accident, he had anticipated it. He shook his head. "I didn't think so. Some part of you wants this then? Your Amazon warrior in life, even here in the lab?" The fact that he couldn't see meet eyes made it easier to nod his head and admit the truth. "
His admission was all she, and the Rashja, needed. She moved around him, dropping the labcoat as she sat on his desk. They were now eye to eye, her having lost a few inches by sitting. She reached for his pants. She wasn't surprised at his excitement, as she knew it would be there. She brushed him a few times through the fabric before she leaned away. Gripping her spandex shorts at the waist, she tore them open like they were tissue paper.
Her invitation was as exciting. He forced himself to pause for a moment, did he really want her bigger? In the lab? This was not about Goddess Resort, or a sexual fantasy, this was about his partner taking on the persona of his dreams. He looked down at her as she reached for her sports top, clearly planning to remove it as well. He reached out a hand to stop her. Ohh, he planned to make her bigger, he just liked the sexy way the top forced her breasts together. He pushed, gesturing her to recline. It took him longer than normal to remove his pants, distracted by the outrageous sight of her.
He grabbed her legs as he slipped into her. The fact that they were still in the lab was only barely in his mind. After a few minutes of pumping, he must have hit her buttons right, as she went from a look of relaxed enjoyment to streams of pleasure. "Ohh Simon." Her head tossed in response to his motion, as if trying to prolong it. However, just a few more strokes and he could tell she had been set off from her crescendo, "Ohh my, ohh my. Yes." This time her climax set him off immediately. It lasted no more than a few seconds before his bucking motion lost composure and then came to a stop.
As she finally reopened her eyes, her voice had lost all anxiousness, coming out incredibly slow and sultry. "Ohh yes. Simon. Yes." The telltale signs of her sernasa were obvious. Lines of muscle definition deeped against her stomach. Her arms and her frame swelled. She noticed it too as she hummed satisfaction, "mmmm." Her face receded, forced away by her stretching and undulating body. He watched the look of her chest bursting her sports top transition from sexy to obscene. The bottom of her breasts peaked out below the fabric, one inch, then two, then three. By the time her sernasa had finished, her top looked like it had impossibly shrunk. Except that it hadn't.
When he finally regained his senses, she was staring down at him, patiently letting him admire her. As if a part of reality returning, he looked around the lab, registering where he was. His face immediately showing a confused mixture of shock, reality, and obligation. Had he really just done this in the lab? Her words did not at all match the look of her still laid out in front of him. "Should we get back to work then?" It was like a splash of cold water. He awkwardly shuffled his feet away from her as she motioned to stand, then pulled his pants up off the floor. Standing straight again, her seven-foot-eight frame towered over him, and he found himself looking across at the bare exposed bottom of her breasts. The labcoat was dangling from her fingertips, looking childishly small next to her. "I'm afraid your Amazon warrior won't be wearing standard lab atire today." She laid it back down on the desk, before sitting in his lab chair. She looked impossibly sexy, dwarfing the chair, and just barely eye-to-eye with him now. "Now. How about I help you review those farm figures?"
Her offer seemed incongruent with her being more than half-naked in front of him, but he really did need to get that work done. "That would be excellent." He met her outstretched hand, and before he knew it she had seated him on her thigh and swiveled him towards the computer. He looked at the spreadsheet again, trying desperately to focus more on the computer than the way her body wrapped around him. "You see, here, the yield numbers for last batch were below expected parameters. I need to..." He could feel and hear her breathing as her chest rose and fell. A glance to the side caught her barely covered breasts hovering above his shoulder, her head far above that. It took all his will to refocus on the screen and the task. "I need to find the source of the falloff." She reached around him to operate the computer, flipping through the spreadsheet herself. This was going to be a very interesting work day.
* Fast Follower
"Alright, alright, you can spare me all the nitty gritty details." Wendel had just cut off his lead scientist mid-presentation. They had spent months working with the frozen Rashja plant, determining how to safetly revive it, and months more figuring out how to pollinate it. Despite habitually expressing his non-impressed attitude, he was quite pleased. They had four active plants, that all seemed to be staying alive. "Do you have a test sample yet?" The lead scientist looked to others in the room, as if in shock that Wendel didn't want to hear the rest of a presentation that they obviously had spent days, even weeks, preparing.
"Yes, only a small sample." He nodded to one of his teammates, who produced a silver metal box for their superior. Wendel took the box, opening it to understand it's contents. It contained a test-tube only barely filled with a pinkish liquid. "We have not done any scientific analysis on the sample, other than to verify it seems to be unsurprising organic plant matter." Wendel wasn't listening. He had stood up and was almost at the door. The scientist was looking around at others in the room, surprised at how to react. "Mr. Varden?"
Wendel walked with purpose through the halls of his high-tech lab. He'd spared no expense to prepare it for the day he would finally get his hands on the Rashja plant, and he felt a sense of pride and accomplishment that it was finally in use. He reached the central elevator, punching himself to his private executive floor before letting himself feel even a shred of excitement that he'd finally be able to test the Rashja. Opening the box, without any hesitation he uncapped and swallowed the liquid.
The elevator made a few of it's typical sounds before finally opening. His executive assistant was sitting at her desk as always. Poised to jump at his any need whenever he was in the office. "Judy, are the test subjects here and ready?" He was looking at her, but still heading full-stride for the double-doors of his office.
"Yes sir." She stood, prepared to follow him if it seemed like he expected it. Most of her friends were shocked at how ridiculously well paid she was to sit at a desk and only occasionally do any real work. To Wendel, however, money was no object. To him, she had a chemistry degree from Princeton, was the only of the six assistants he started with who always delivered, and of course, was stunningly beautiful. "Shall I send one in?" Wendel also liked that she didn't second guess him, and didn't ask questions. Such as when he asked her to find three truly beautiful women high-class sex-professionals. If she had a prim and proper morale compass, she didn't show it. For all she knew, he was just asking her to hire him high-class hookers for pleasure. Which, he realized, wouldn't at all be his strangest request.
"Not yet. In an hour please." He pushed through the doors to his office, if you could call it an office. It was more than fifteen-hundred square-feet, with couches, a wet-bar, numerous pieces of art, twelve foot ceilings, and floor-to-ceiling glass windows on two sides. Ohh, and it was built such that the freight elevator opened onto the far wall. Wendel had planned for everything. His building overlooked Los Angeles, and off in the distance he could see the Hollywood sigh propped up against the hills. Finally reaching the far side, he dropped his suitcoat on a small chair and sat down behind a modern interpretation of the giant oak desk, trimmed in platinum and black leather. He started off into space, his mind awash with dreams as the time ticked by.
* Subjects A and B
Wendel had been sitting at his desk for promptly an hour when a woman entered through the double doors. "Please, please." Wendel held his hand up and motioned her in from far across the room.
Her long walk across the office gave him a chance to get a good look at her. As he expected, Judy had delivered as always. She was stunning. About five-foot-eight, dark hair, fitness petite in a way only two types of LA girls were, models and escorts. However, on specific instructions, she was silicone free, having a hot yet unenhanced profile. She wore a black cocktail dress that was classy enough for a dinner date, but not so sharp it would look out of place as a hipster bar. Wendel gestured to a chair opposite him, but she ignored it, provocatively passing inches from him before scooting herself onto his desk. "Hello Mr. Varden, I'm Kat." She held her hand out, and upon reciprocating her handshake, she placed his hand against her leg and began petting it suggestively. Wendel wasn't easily led, but he liked it, and made no attempt to break her approach.
"Hello Kat. You're here for something more than a typical engagement. An interview of sorts. I understand you're available for travel and extended companionship." It was a rhetorical question, her hand still calmly stroking his. "You also need to be comfortable with fluid transfer. I trust Judy has provided you with medical reports to satisfy any concerns." At the price he was paying, she'd follow him around and fuck his whole staff unprotected if he asked her to.
"She has. Would you like me to start now? So you can evaluate how good I am at..fluid transfer?" He looked to his watch, it had been well over an hour since he took the Rashja. He wasn't sure how long it would take to saturate his system, but that was part of what he wanted to find out. However, there was something he needed to do first. He stood, leading her towards a measuring tape stretched against the wall.
"Before we begin. Please remove your shoes." She did, and he gestured her up against the wall, making a mental note that she stood five-foot-seven even against the tape. Her hands were already on him, touching and flirting. The way her eyes looked through him made it seem as if she somehow already knew him. Even in just a few moments, he found her attention somewhat bewildering.
"Would you like this dress off too? Could you help me with this zipper?" She turned, and as his hands reached for the zipper, she spread her hands and legs suggestively. She removed her hands from the wall, allowing the dress to fall down in front of her, leaving her clad in a sexy black lace bra and panties. Turning around, her body was stunning, and her hands were against him. One on his cheek, the other pressing up into his crotch. She drew him in for a kiss, and he lost the battle with his better judgment as she taught him how good a kiss could be. Her every motion, every move excuded sexiness. He forced himself to remember she was a professional to keep from losing himself to it. He lead her back over to the desk, kicking his shoes off, dropping his pants to the floor, and sitting into his chair. A moment later, she was kneeling, fondling him and leaning in to lick at him.
She made no hurry of it. Letting him enjoy the sight of her as she slowly progressed from teasing, to licking, to taking him fully in her mouth. Eventually she was thrusting her mouth down against him, her hands touching his legs and chest in a way that heightened the experience. Wendel enjoyed the experience, as much as he could enjoy it with his mind racing about the Rashja. It was all he could think about. His dream, the power of the Rashja, was more intoxicating than any woman, any blowjob. He let himself go into her in a release that would have rocked him if he had been able to focus on it. Kat sat back, a sly satisfied look on her face as she swallowed his come and stood, kneeling her body in close to him. "Do you want to fuck me, or should I just get you ready for some more fluid transfer?"
Wendel stood, gesturing her onto his desk, trying to maintain the sexy mood despite his alternate agenda. "Right now Kat, I'd like you to watch." He reached over, pressing the intercom button to Judy out in the other room. "Please send another in." If Kat was surprised at his response, she didn't let on. She just slinked back on the desk, and began rubbing herself through her panties, staring up at Wendel in a way that made it hard for him to do anything but watch her. She didn't turn or skip a beat when the door far across the room opened.
Behind Kat and her sexy show, Wendel could see a stunning redhead entering, the waves of her hair spreading it out into a sexy mane. Halfway across the room, she was already unbuttoning her blouse, no doubt responding to the half naked girl on his desk. As she reached them, Wendel finally tore his eyes away from Kat's show to really see her. She was a bit taller and bustier than Kat, now already in only a bra and miniskirt. Wendel approached, intending to bring her to the measurement tape. Noticing she was already taller than him in her heels. She interrupted him with a sensous kiss. Her hands finding their way to fondle his recently spent appendage. His mind blanked at the sensations, enjoying the moment. When lips parted, she introduced herself. "Hello Mr. Varden." Her hands were still on his cock, playfully squeezing it. "I'm Sarah."
"Hello Sarah. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to quickly measure your height before we begin. Would you please remove your shoes?" She did show a brief look of curiosity, before bending and slipping her heels off. He led her to the wall, and she kept up her flirtations, shimmying out of her skirt as he checked the tape. Her hands returning to fondle him as soon as they could. He made a note of her height at five-foot-ten, only an inch shorter than him, before leading her towards the desk. "Sarah, this is Kat. She's just going to watch us for now."
Wendel pulled at Sarah's panties, and they were quickly removed. Her body was stunning, even moreso than Kat's. Both of them impossibly trim while still fit, as if not a shred of typical fat were allowed within. Except of course, for Sarah's creamy breasts. Still in their lace bra, they were full and perfect. He would have suspected them not to be real if he didn't completely trust his assistant to follow his instructions. She encouragd him as he caressed one, sitting back on the desk and pulling his face against her skin. A moment later he felt her bra slip away, her breasts firm enough to deny much change in shape. Her legs straddled around him, pulling him in as he suckled at her, his body already responding. As soon as his lips broke free, she slipped him inside her. He glanced momentarily at Kat, who was in her own world fingering herself, her panties gone somewhere out of view.
His attention back on Sarah, he thrust repeatedly, watching her gorgeous body on display. He put his hand against her firm abs as he kept his rhythm, working his way up her body. As he again cupped her breast, her face projected a sexy stare that was more an expression of dominance than of pleasure. Still it worked, as he felt himself nearing the goal, surprisingly quickly after his previous climax. She shifted the angle of her pelvis a few times, and before he knew he was ready, he shot into her, his mind finally returning from wherever it was.
A moment later, Sarah's face dramatically changed. Part surprise, part euphoria, she let out a moan, "aunnnh. Fuck. Yes." Her hand came down to her sex, frantically rubbing it in obvious response to something she was feeling. A midst the sexy scene of two stunningly beautiful call girls fingering their clits, he almost missed the impossible moment he had been testing for. It started as just an eerie sensation, like something was happening he couldn't process. Sarah's body seemed to shift, like a zoom lens shifting perspective, yet the scene around her remained the same. "Auhhh," she moaned as it progressed. He could see her frame swelling, her body lengthening, the tight flat muscles in her body showing slightly more definition. Meanwhile her head was cocked back, and her hand even more frantically vibrating against her crotch. A few seconds later, her hand slowed, then stopped, and her mind returned from wherever it was. "I have never.." She didn't complete the thought.
Despite the impossibly sexy scene, Wendel's mind was somewhere else. The Rashja had worked! After all these years, searching, being crossed by the research team, his devious plan to finally get ahold of a plant. The months of work by his lab team. It had actually worked! His mind was finally consumed with excitement. He didn't explain himself at all as he rushed to put data behind what he already knew. "Please, we must measure you." He gestured at her hand and pulled at her, finding much more resistance than he expected. Her face filled with a look of awkward surprise as she stood off the desk. The dramatic change was already visible as she stood almost a foot taller than Wendel. She stepped up to the tape, and he struggled to read the six-foot-nine result above her head.
"What is happening here. Am I drugged?" She looked about for a moment before patting the top of Wendel's head in disbelief. Shocked that it was below her shoulder blades. He was hardly paying attention. All he could think about was the Rashja. Why had only Sarah changed? He knew the resort was based on oral-sex, so certainly it should have some effect, but clearly the effect on Sarah was much greater. While his scientific mind pondered, his animal brain stared at breasts held up almost to eye level by her expanded frame. It was an unusual feeling looking up to meet her eyes.
"Don't be alarmed. You are the first to experience an amazing new transformation here in my lab. Everything will be explained in due time. Do you feel alright?" As he waited for a response, he started to realize how much her beauty was amplified and expanded. He had the urge to kiss her, but he realized he couldn't reach if he wanted to. They were both startled by a cry from behind him. Sarah's eyes stared over his head with a look of concern.
Turning to look, Kat was curled up against herself on the desk, looking and sounding in pain. Just a few steps and he was near her, watching for any telltale signs of the Rashja's effects, but if they were there, he couldn't see them. Her body was completely tensed, hardly breathing. Several seconds later he saw it relax, and he set a hand on her arm. "Kat? How do you feel?"
She uncurled with a surprisingly happy look as she slid off the desk. "Wow. I don't know what that was, but now I feel fantastic." He immediately noticed she was taller, standing eye-to-eye with him. He found it fascinating. Why had one grown so much and the other so little? Was it the time difference, or perhaps method of delivery? If it was the method, why would the resort be based on oral sex if it had such diminished effects? He took her hand, leading her towards the measuring tape. He felt her resist and turned to see her staring up at Sarah, "whoa, I've never seen anyone so tall." Wendel led her the rest of the way to the wall, quickly confirming his suspicion. Kat was now five-foot-ten, three inches taller than earlier.
Kat glanced at the measuring tape, and then at Sarah, and then back at the measuring tape. She was looking the five-foot-seven measurement in the eye. Knowing she was only five-foot-seven herself, it should have been over her head. Clearly the measuring tape was setup wrong. Now that she noticed, her client seemed kind of short, possibly shorter than her. She guessed the other girl must be six-foot-three at least. She started to put the pieces together. The measuring, the tall girl. This must be the guy's kink. She decided to improvise. She started right through him, "well, it's my turn now little man." She walked and pushed him the few steps until he was pinned against the desk, sinking her lips into his.
Wendel was a little taken off-guard. His mind was still racing about the Rashja, reorienting to the new world he had hoped would come but somehow still wasn't prepared for. Before he knew it, Kat had pinned him hard against his desk and was treating him to an intoxicatingly passionate kiss. What did she say? It was her turn? Did she realize what was happening? She was only in her bra, and the pressure of her near naked body held him captive. When the kiss parted, she put her hand to his chest and pushed him to lay back on the desk. It turned into more of a violent shove. He found himself on his butt, sliding a few inches, awkwardly falling back. If Kat was surprised, she didn't seem it, as she turned over her shoulder towards Sarah. "Hey wonder woman, come hold him down for me." Then she was staring back at Wendel again. "I watched. You think I didn't see what you did to her? You think I didn't see how much she liked it?"
Before he knew it Sarah was aside him, and he was stunned at her appearance. Her hand pressing him down and sliding him against the desk, the force much firmed than it should have been. Kat had climed atop the desk and was straddling him now. Grabbing his wrists, she lifted them to Sarah, who held them with an uncomfortable amount of force.He looked up to see her body posed over him, looking down with a sexy and devious smile. His attention was pulled back by Kat's anctics as she started not-so-dry humping him. "Yeah, you like this don't you." Her arms were on his chest as she slid her wetness against him. "Two tall sexy girls having their way with you. I'm going to fuck you so good. Mmmm." The amazing amount of overstimulation had him already stiffening, her motions plugging his mind with the sex that was soon to occur. She didn't have to keep it up for long before they both could tell he was plenty hard enough. She reached down, and made a show of slowly slipping him into her. With the physical and visual sensations the two stunning women were creating, he didn't have time to think.
Kat began slowly, drawing herself up and down on him, inching the pace a little faster each stroke. "MMmmm." This was her thing, she knew how to make men cry out and beg for more. She went easy at first, as she could tell he wasn't quite hard enough yet. She stared down at him, making eye contact whenever he wasn't distracted looking at her body. When he was, she drew her hands to touch herself. She could feel him more now. Most men couldn't handle more than a few minutes of what she was about to do, but the fact that he had already come two times gave him a better chance of holding out to enjoy it. "Mmmm. Now you're really ready for me." She bounced on him for a few harder thrusts, then she gyrated her hips on him, trying to feel him inside her. Not quiet. Bounce thrust, bounce thrust. Hips. She felt him for a moment, then lost him. Another round, bounce thrust, bounce thrust. Hips. There he was, she could feel him dragging up inside her, and from the instant widening of his eyes, she knew she had him. "Aww. You like that do you?" She kept her hips going, just teasing the head of his cock inside her. "Mmmm." Bounce thrust, Bounce thrust. Hips. Again teasing him inside her, she tried to get her clit rubbing against him at the same time. She couldn't always do it, but when she could, it was a nice bonus.
Wendel's attention was fractured into pieces. Held captive by the two women, Kat was doing something to him he'd never experienced. Her teasing gyration was driving him crazy. She punctuated it by only occasional thrusts. When he heard himself involuntarily whimper, he wasn't sure if he wanted her never to stop, or to just give him a couple more thrusts to get him there. His mind was lost when the dark shadow of Sarah loomed down over him and her lips planted against his. When she stood up again, she forced his hands against her, sliding up against her torso. Then came Kat's thrusts, and his involuntarily response "Uhhn, Uhnn, Uhnn." Sarah rubbed his hands against her breasts, and he felt them for the first time since she'd grown. The sensation was unexpected, as they felt much larger than they appeared on her trim athletic frame. His eyes rolled in their sockets at another set of thrusts. This time coming quicker. Then a moment later another set, and another. Kat was clearly upping the pace, and it didn't take much, another set and he shot into her moaning out his release.
She stared down at his blissful exhaustion, satisfied she had performed like the expert she was. "What's next little man? I think it might be time to put you up against that measuring tape." She was just about to climb off him when she felt it. It was like a dull burn inside her, only immensely pleasurable. This time her eyes went wide as she stared down at Wendel. "Ohh wow." Her body unable to resist adding a little grinding motion in response to the pleasure. She felt it filling her, like a climax with no punch. It just kept building, and building. She slipped her arms to the desk beside him as she moaned, "ohhhhhmyyyyohhh". Then something even stranger happened. The world seemed to shift around her. It was disorienting, and combined with the pleasure, she grapped with her fingers as if trying to hold onto something. It continued for several seconds, perspectives shifting around her, until finally the waves of pleasure stopped. When her mind grabbed ahold again, Wendel felt somehow smaller, less substantial, below her. She looked at him curiously before realizing she'd somehow put her fingertips right through the top of his desk. She lifted her hands, wondering why anyone would have a desk so flimsy. She hadn't even noticed that her bra was now gone. She hadn't even felt it tear off.
Wendel was looking up at her with a satisfied smile. Whatever pleasure he had experienced was dwarfed by the immense power of the Rashja demonstrated before him. "Kat. Please go measure yourself." Without any hesitation, she crawled down off him. Sliding off the desk himself, he reached for Sarah's hand, leading her over to the wall where Kat stood looking at the measure. Kat was looking at the tape with disbelief. Her look turned to shock when turned toward them. She was at least a few inches taller than Sarah now, and the way she stood more than a foot taller than Wendel was impossible not to acknowledge.
"What?" Her words were stuttered and separated. "It says I'm seven-feet-tall. Can that be right? What happened?" Wendel marveled at her before answering. The process retained, even enhanced, her stunning beauty. Only now she was inhumanly sized. Her breasts staring him in the face. Her shoulders cresting above his head. Her hand raised, and came to rest on his shoulder, touching his neck as if to somehow verify this all was real.
The three of them naked made an unusual sight for the monologue Wendel had imagined giving all his life. "Please don't be alarmed. Kat, you and Sarah have just taken part of an ancient tradition. It is a ritual of the Aztecs. A ritual that was lost for centuries. Amazon warriors are not myth and legend. They existed, and now you see how. We call it the Rashja, and I have given it to you. Already you have grown substantially, and you are much stronger than you realize. You saw how easily your fingers went through solid oak." Kat's eyes looked to the desk as if to investigate his claim. "You are also bound to me." One of the benefits of Wendel's spies within the Goddess Resort was his now extensive knowledge of the Rashja effects. He knew the mystical compulsion would not only cause them to trust his explanation, but obey his every desire. However, he was still surprised he had never heard about such dramatic growth from vaginal-delivery. Surely they knew of it. "All of this will last only for a time. However, soon we will have enough Rashja that if you choose, you may stay a Goddess, serving me as your ancient king."
Sarah spoke up, "incredible." She was reaching and flexing her hands in front of herself. "Just incredible." She stepped towards the measuring tape, Kat stepping out of her way in the process. She stared at it as if it would help her believe she was really six-foot-nine. Kat seemed to gain some confirmation from seeing herself now taller than Sarah, and she immediately looked hungrily down at Wendel. The two of them looked stunning. Sarah facing away as she pondered the measuring tape, and Kat looking down at him wearing a devious smile. Sarah spoke still facing the wall. "So what now?"
As if triggered on que, Kat took a step towards Wendel. Her boobs hung inches from his face before she reached under his arms and lifted him up. Her stance suggested she expected him to be heavier, and she let out a sound of surprise as he easily left the floor. "Oooh. I'm so strong now." She easily held him up, his body bumping against her chest, her lips briefly dragging across his face in a sexy tease. "I could get used to this, but this little interview of yours is just getting started." She drew her tongue along his cheek, licking him in a suggestive motion. Wendel's grand plans of world domination and his Rashja army were temporarily gone from his mind.