* Charlie's Angels
Chris was on his way to a dive-bar he couldn't remember ever visiting. The taxi bounced along the rough city streets his thoughts drifting. Suzanne had invited him out to meet her friends, the ones that were always texting. Meeting a girl's friends was always a slippery slope down into a serious relationship, so it gave him pause. Was he ready for this? Did he want to get more serious with her?
Sure, she was outrageously hot, and frisky, and a successful lawyer. However, all those qualities came with downsides. Every time he met her out, some guy was coming onto her, and she didn't exactly turn them away. If it wasn't some lawyer from her office pretending to talk about work, it would be some random guy with a made-up story about the new movie he was filming or his budding NFL career. They were like moths, and she was the flame. Chris had come to see this as the hot girl's evil dark-side. Dating the hot number everyone stared at meant everyone was always staring at her, and talking her up, and hitting on her. Guys just never left her alone. She played her part well too, always flirting back with just enough sass to make them think she'd be a hot number in bed, and she was.
A part of him snapped at what seemed like creating fictional faults. Really? Now she's flawed because she's too hot? How long had they been dating? Hardly more than a month. Perhaps the schedule on his three-month curse was accelerating. Perhaps he was just looking for something to be wrong, like he always did, like he always would.
The cabby rolled up to his stop. Chris flipped some bills over the divider and stepped out onto the curb, slamming the door behind him. Looking at the front of the bar, it looked like more of a dive than he even thought it would. A wooden storefront with beaten up flat-black painted slats and a nondescript door. The bouncer didn't ask for, or look at, his ID as he held it out. He seemed to merely size him up, like he was trying to decide if he was the right kind of scum to let into the place. Without a word, he stepped aside.
Chris passed through the door and a velvet curtain. When his eyes adjusted to the dark scene inside, he could see he had been completely mis-informed. Inside a building that looked like it might be condemned as a fire hazard before he could get a drink order in, was housed an incredibly hip and modern looking club, packed wall to wall with shockingly attractive patrons. The booths were black velvet tinged with chrome; the bar a black-chrome mirror tinged with bottles and opaque white lighted strips. And the people. It wasn't just the girls that were attractive. He felt like he had just jumped down the rabbit hole and landed in the backlot lounge on a hollywood studio set. He crawled his way through the crowd feeling slightly out of place, glad he'd worn his most hip threads. He wondered if he still stuck out like a sore thumb. Not yet halfway through the space, he saw Suzanne talking amongst a small group that seemed to fit right in with the crowd's casting-call vibe. He headed their way.
As he approached, he got a better look at something he wouldn't have believed was possible. The other two girls with Suzanne, presumably the friends she wanted him to meet, were a category more stunning than she was! One of them was had tossed brown-hair, and was wearing a scantalously deep-cut black dress that showed off the kind of firm and oversize cleavage that was only available on the far side of an expensive scalpel, and a skirt short enough to show off how much she dressed for attention. While he couldn't get as good a look at the blond, her dress hugged her so tightly there was obviously nothing to hide. Suzanne hadn't seen him yet, as her back was turned, and as usual, she was busy talking to a moth. He was just about to get her attention, when the stacked girl with medium-brown hair stepped in his path and greeted him. "Hey handome. You must be Chris. I'm Drew, and I've been dying to meet you."
What had started as his instinctual once-over, turned into surprise and then staring as he took her in. She was both shorter and more petite than Suzanne, her small frame making it even more obvious just how enhanced her her monstrous endowments were. It wasn't until his eyes returned to hers that he realized she was just standing there watching him take her in. Satisfied he was finished, she resumed, "Suz has told us so much about you." Chris' eyes darted to Suzanne. She and the other girl were engaged in a conversation with two guys, who were both unreasonably attractive. "Ohh, don't mind them. They came over to hit on Allison. She'll send them away in a minute." Drew moved up very close, dangerously close, "right now I want to hear more about you. I heard you once went on a photoshoot with Gem Akinson. Tell me what it was like!"
Chris got the sense that Suzanne's girlfriends knew much more about him than he knew about them. He was flattered at the interest. "Ohh yes. She was selected for a magazine campaign my firm placed. I over-saw the campaign, so I needed to make sure they placed her in the shot correctly, created the right image. I hadn't realized how much work goes into it really. The shoot was more than four hours long, and that didn't count the two hours of prep before, and two-hours of teardown after. I was exhausted just watching."
Drew gently touched his hip. The kind of small flirty touch you might expect from a girl you were chatting up in a bar, a girl who hoped to go home with you, or a girl who wanted to steal you for herself -- not the friend of your girlfriend. "Be honest. Was she outrageously hot in person?" She inched closer. Chris felt the gravity-like distraction of her chest as she moved and talked. For a moment he struggled to remember the question, then nodded. Gem Atkinson was far from his mind when he wondered if he'd ever met anyone that exuded sex as much Drew. She moved even closer, moving to whisper in his ear, her protruding chest nudging him in the process. Her lips were hardly an inch from his ear when she spoke, and the proximity made his skin tingle. "Tell me, did you fantasize about her?" If he had a drink, at this moment he would have been spitting it out in shock. This was a friend of his girlfriend was it not? This whole interaction seemed dangerous and he thought to back away, but she now had a tiger grip on his arm. Her whisper seemed rhetorical as she continued, "I bet you did huh? I know I would. Though if she was here, I wouldn't know whether to stare at her or fuck her." He could feel a little rush of air as she over-emphasized the word 'fuck'.
As Drew leaned away, her gorgeous face seemed somehow incapable of the crass and forward flirtation that had just occured. He had only known her a few moments, and he felt sure of only one thing. He had have no idea what to expect from her next. Once he was done taking in the shock, he noticed Suzanne and Allison were now alone and watching the whispered exchange. He reached out to squeeze his girlfriend's hand, knowing she would save him from Drew's next unpredictable move.
Suzanne leaned in and hugged Chris hello, and he immediately noticed she was a bit drunk. "Hey sweetie, so glad you could join us." Pulling away, Suzanne's eyes sparkled at him in a private moment of connection before she introduced her friends. "Chris, you've already met Drew. This is Allison." Allison was blond, stunning, and more normally proportioned, at least standing next to Drew. "Can I twist your arm to go get us another round of drinks?" He was more than ready for a drink, and gladly took their orders before excusing himself towards the bar.
Drew spoke up first, "Suz, he's so delicious. Please tell me you're going to bring me home tonight." Suzanne just laughed and shook her head. She recognized Drew's special flavor of overly-racy compliment, hiding her true-desire in plain sight. "Aww. Sometime soon then? I miss you too you know. Life's so boring as just work work work."
Even as she stayed friends with them, Suzanne felt the burden of having left their world for another. "Come on, I don't want to ruin the guy. I like him. Let me get through confessing his lawyer girlfriend is an ex-stripper before you encourage me to turn him into a sex addict." She looked over towards the bar, hoping Chris would take to the details with his usual unflappable nature. So far he'd seemed unphased by pretty much every twist she'd tried to throw at him. Stories of her younger days experimenting with drugs, hints at sexual promiscuity, even her unjealous curiosity at his occasional eyeing a striking woman nearby. She thought there was a good chance he wouldn't bat an eye at this one either, and if they kept dating, he'd need to find out sooner or later.
Allison interjected, "you don't have to tell him you know. Your past is your past, your own. It's private." Each time Suz wanted to break it to a boyfriend, Allison never failed to express her thoughts on the topic. Of course they came from her own personal plan. Allison was confident one day she'd meet the man of her dreams, the man that would satisfy her mind and body enough to let go of a lifetstyle she saw as indulgant and risky, yet strangely intoxicating. When she did, she had every intention of using her expert sexual skills to seduce him, and no intention of telling him where they came from.
Chris was back to them already, drinks in hand for each. While passing them out, he spilled some of Drew's over his hand and onto the bartop. After taking the glass, Drew took his wrist as well, pulling it towads her. Before he knew what was happening, she slowly and deliberately licked his hand clean of the spill in a move that was incredibly sexual. Suzanne, for whatever she thought of it, didn't bat an eye. The whole exchange made Chris uncomfortable, so he swiftly moved past it. "So, how do you girls all know each other?"
* Lab Progress
Wendel was seated behind his new black-anodized steel executive desk, the previous one having been inadvertently ruined by his first test of the Rashja. Derek, the head of his lab, sat across from him. In the last few weeks, the lab had made steady progress, and was supplying a smal amount of the substance each day. Wendel was pleased, but they had so much further to go. The demonstration he was about to begin was intended as a motivator, and he hoped it might also be a bit of a reward. Despite working on his project for years, Derek still didn't know what the substance was for. Nobody in his organization did.
"Derek. I want to thank you. It's been years in the making, and you've been my loyal right-hand man this entire time." Wendel instinctively stood from his chair, preferring to deliver his monologues standing and in motion. "There is still much to be done, but I couldn't be happier with your recent progress. Of course I've arranged for a substantial bonus for you and your team." He slipped a piece of paper summarizing the two-million-dollars he'd distributed to the team-members, and Derek's eyes bugged wide at the figures.
"Sir. Thank you. We all appreciate your generosity. In truth it's been challenging and rewarding work. Everyone is very..." Wendel held up his hand to cut Derek off mid-sentence.
"Please, please. No need for gratitude. It is I who need to thank all of you." He walked over and stared out the window. "For decades now I've held a dream. A dream of recreating a piece of time's past. A dream of unlocking a great mystery." He turned to face Derek. "You and your team are helping realize that dream. Few in the organization know it's purpose. It has been an unfortunate, but necessary burden. However, I'd like to share a piece of it with you now. I'd like to show you the purpose of the Rashja." Wendel stared at him intently for a moment, and Derek wondered if he should have a response. In truth he was more focused on the molecular science than what the chemical was for. He began to wonder, for the first time in years, what the substance was for. "Of course it must be held in the utmost of secrecy, something I know you will do. Would you like to see it?"
It wasn't the first time Derek had been told to keep information tightly held, and he knew Wendel. This was no casual request. Disclosing company secrets did not come with a slap on the wrist and the loss of a job. No, Wendel was a man of amazing means, and he would use every method necessary, some legal, some illegal, to punish anyone who broke his need for secrecy. Derek had watched more than a couple of the lab's employees disappear into obscurity after Wendel found them sharing information that seemed completely unimportant. He knew how serious the responsibility was as he nodded his head.
"Excellent." Wendel lit up with a smile and seemed to almost glow. "I'm so glad to have someone to share this with. What you are about to see may come as a bit of a shock. The plant you have been working with is an ancient secret of the Aztecs. Centuries ago, as their rulers rose and fell, their society revolved around the substance we call Rashja. We don't yet know how or why, but somehow it's a key to a hidden fantastical, almost mythical power. Let me ask you, Derek. Have you heard of Amazon Warriors?"
Derek was caught off-guard. What could this possibly have to do with horticulture and plant biotics? "History and anthropology is not my area of expertise. As far as I know, they are mentioned in elements of Greek Myth and Legend. Great Amazon Warriors, always female, were present in many battles. They are given prominant interactions with the Greek Gods, and some refer to Queen Adromache. The source of the Myths are unknown, perhaps an attempt to remind us of the inner strength of the female will." Derek surprised himself at how much he remembered from his university studies.
"What if I was to tell you they were not myths? What if I was to tell you that in a time before time, Amazon warriors walked the earth, swaying battles, inspiring worship, possibly even inspiring stores about the Gods themselves?" Derek looked doubtfully puzzled, unsure how to respond. Wendel was walking away towards the double doors fifty-feet away at the far end of the room. "However impossible it seems, you will believe it when you see it for yourself." His voice almost shouting to cover the distance.
Derek watched him pause at the doors, expectation hanging in the air, but of what? He knew Wendel as a man of science. A wealthy and eccentric benefactor, but one of science none-the-less. This theatrical discussion of myth and legend seemed strangely out of character, and Derek didn't know what to make of it. Wendel turned the door nobs, pulling both doors open. It was darker near the far end of the room, and the darkness partially obscured two tall shapes stepping through the doors, only tall was an understatement. They each appeared to tower several feet taller than Wendel. Even across the room, Derek could see they were both stunningly beautiful women, dressed in modern looking two-piece outfits that vaguely resembled work-out gear. His brain immediately began searching for tricks that could explain their seemingly impossible size.
Wendel took each of their hands, and began to walk them across the long room. "Derek, these are my first two modern Amazon Warriors. Though I find that term a bit too aggressive. I think perhaps Amazon Protectors would be better for public relations. Soon, when your team has perfected the Rashja extraction, we will grow their ranks to dozens, then hundreds." The threesome was still walking towards Derek. Each step brought the reality of the situation towards him. What seemed like an impossible and ridiculous bit of theatrics was becoming bone-grippingly real. As their oversize forms approached, he wondered if he was really feeling their steps through the floor, or if it was simply a mental manifestation of what he was seeing.
"The world's bureaucratic governments have become corrupt and stagnant. The world is at the edge of political and financial meltdown." The two Amazons took large slow steps as they kept pace with Wendel. As Derek's shock began to fade, his mind let him perceive them as individuals. One of the women had striking dark black hair, while the other was a very busty redhead. Both of them were shockingly beautiful. Derek was still seated when they reached him, still stunned as Wendel wrapped up their grandiose entrance. "The Amazons can be not only a symbol, but a stabilizing force. Ending conflict, and inspiring unity, as they once did for the Greeks."
There were not simply taller than Wendel, they were bigger, massive. Their hips flairing at Wendel's chest height seemed wider than his shoulders. Even their halter tops were above Wendel's head, their shoulders and faces towering even higher. How tall were they? Eight-feet? Taller? The women were like statues. Living moving, huge statues. With them standing so close, he found it hard to focus on Wendel's words. "However, today we don't need to concern ourselves with the world of men. Today we enjoy the company of Gods. Derek, meet Kat and Sarah. Amazons, meet Derek."
With that, the redhead began to kneel in front of Derek. From Wendel's gestures this was Sarah. Her form descending towards him made him even more aware of her proportions. Even at normal size Derek would have considered her stacked. At this impossible size, her breasts were simply massive. Even when she finally came to rest on her knees, Derek still felt her presence towering over him, though now much closer. Her voice took him off-guard, as if he still didn't believe she was real. "Hello Derek. I understand that I have you to thank for this amazing gift." He felt unease as one of her large hands gently fell on the arm of his chair. She offered the other palm-up infront of him, as if to set him at ease. It didn't.
Derek's mind raced, only able to get out some jumbled words of confusion. "But how? What is this?" Seeing Sarah this close was shaking the very ground upon which his reality was based. He timidly reached up to grasp her hand, his mind struggling to believe what he was seeing.
Wendel responded, "Derek. Derek. All will be answered in due time." As his mind reeled, Kat, the dark haired Amazon, also knelt beside his chair. Their oversize forms in such close proximity created an innate sense of danger, of being trapped. However, as they made no aggressive moves, their stunning femininity began to stir uncontrollable male responses. He felt an urge to reach further up Sarah's arm, to touch Kat's sleek and slender shape. While Wendel continued, Sarah let her oversize hand rest onto his legs. "Now is not the time to wonder about how or why. I'm introducing you to the results of your labor for two reasons.
"First, I want you to see how important it is that we have more Rashja, how great an impact the Rashja can have, so that it may motivate you." Derek found it a little hard to pay attention with Sarah's massive breasts on display in front of him. He forced himself to face Wendel for a moment.
"Second, I must regrettably ask to you to remain on company property for the time being, for your own safety. When you signed up five years ago, I let you know there might be a moment like this. You are now simply too important to the project to be at risk. In fact, I'm placing one of our two only Amazons with you for your own protection. In addition to watching over you, she will also make your stay on premesis more... " Wendel glanced at the women as if searching for words, then finished his sentence, "comfortable." His eyes and attention lingered for a moment before returning to Derek with an almost upbeat chipperness. "Therefore, you have a decision to make. Would you like me to give you Kat, or Sarah?"
Derek looked at them both as his mind raced in conflict. He felt disbelief at having been told he was under house arrest. The company couldn't just keep him there, could they? Still, one of these women was to stay with him? They were both stunning, and the suggestion made him giddy like he hadn't been since he was a child. Suddenly he was at a toystore picking out his first bicycle, with an expectation of an indescribable excitement. Whatever the women had been before the Rashja, it had changed them into Amazons. Another conflict entered his mind. Was it his place just to pick one, like she was property to be handed out? He looked at them each and the giddy child got the best of him. "Sarah, I choose Sarah." He started into her eyes as she smiled, still kneeling motionless in front of him. Kat immediately rose in response, standing next to Wendel.
"Excellent. Excellent. Sarah, I want you to protect and serve Derek. You are to remain on the premesis, and keep him within eye-sight at all times, except when he's working in the lab. Aside from those constraints, please do as he wishes, his will is my will." Wendel faced Derek directly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some matters to attend to. Sarah will properly introduce herself. My assistant will assure you have complete privacy until you leave, so take your time." As soon as Wendel had turned and headed for the double doors, Derek's attention settled back on Sarah and the impossibility of this all.
* Residual Effects
Chris held the apartment door open as Suzanne moved through. He watched her for signs of uneasy steps, wondering if she was still as tipsy as he was. "I still can't believe you all went to the same high-school." Earlier that night he had met two of her girlfriends, and his mind was still stuck on how smoldering hot they were. In a semi-drunk state, it rotated through conjured fantasies of the trio. "That must have been quite a cheerleading squad."
After locking his front door from the inside, he turned to find Suzanne staring him down with hungry eyes. A moment later she was against him, playfully mocking a nibble at his bottom lip, her body pressing him into the door. "Ohh, I bet you'd have been at every game checking us out. Trying to get a peek up those short skirts." With her voice was sultry and sexy and her proximity pushing his buttons, the feeling of her fingers jabbing into his side caught him by surprise. Her next words were biting, "especially Drew right." He felt a wash of guilt ride over him.
His mind was filled with conflict. Hours earlier he had wondered if he was getting too close to Suz; if he was ready to get more serious, even to meet her friends. Now he was feeling guilty? It's true Drew had shamelessly flirted with him all night, and while he can't say he disliked it, he did his best not to provoke it. Something defensive surged in him. "Hey, it wasn't my fault. She's your friend." A moment later, he wasn't sure what to make of the situation. Suzanne was still pressed up against him, a smirk across her face, as she again nibbled at his lip. She wasn't mad, she was teasing. She was really unlike any girl he had ever known. He teased back, "next time you'll have to protect me from her."
"No chance of that." Suzanne knew she'd practically encouraged Drew's flirtations towards him, and in truth she enjoyed them too. Somewhere deep inside she bargained that she owed Chris something for her lie this evening. The girls hadn't really attended high-school together. Drew and Allison were friends from her former days as a stripper. She wanted to tell him, but Chris was the first real-boyfriend in her new real-life, and she wasn't ready to risk the truth yet. Yes, she owed him for the lie. "No chance, but maybe next time I'll let her come home with us." She repeated her nibble at his ear, the response she felt growing in his pants set her pulse racing and washed her guilt away. Her arousal was to be only playful torture for her this evening. Still, it didn't curb her interest. She really liked Chris. Tonight would be all for him.
Her whispered teases were sending Chris' imagined fantasies into overdrive. If Suzanne was classy and sexy, Drew was dirty and sexy. Even the joking mention of her joining them almost sent him choking on his own tongue. Was she kidding? Should he ask? Would he seem too eager? Nothing he could think to say seemed even remotely appropriate. After another nibble at his ear, Suzanne backed away. She began unbuttoning her top as she enticed him towards the bedroom. He moved to follow her, almost forgetting about Drew in the wake of her seduction.
By the time they reached his bed, she was down to her panties and he was pulling his jeans to the floor. When he broke their kiss to reach for his bedside table, she gently stopped him from fishing out a condom. "No no sweetie. It would be a messy night for me. Tonight is all for you." She crawled up on the bed, patting for him to sit next to her. Understanding her meaning, he finished undressing, joining her in the bed. So far their intimacy had been exclusively sex. At times quick, at times mind-blowingly long and erotic, but always sex. He realized he wasn't sure what to expect. She immediately straddled him as she sat up stroking him between her legs.
She looked impossibly sexy. Her hair falling down over her bare shoulders. Her breasts perched perfectly on her frame. He couldn't help but reach up and caress her body. The curve of her breast felt perfect, and he immediately felt her nipples respond to his touch. Her face showed it too. Then she startled him. Forcing his hands away, pushing them to the pillow, she fell towards him. Her tongue dove into his mouth, forceful, exploring. When they parted, her voice was pleading, "sweetie, don't rile me up like that. I already want you inside me, and that is not helping." He let out a small nod in understanding. "I'll make a deal with you. If you can keep your hands off me tonight." She didn't finish her sentence. Instead she suggestively licked an outstretched finger before drawing it in and out of her lips.
His ear-to-ear smile showed the excitement his casual words wouldn't, "Okay, I'll try." She smirked at his playful quip as she sat up again. It wasn't planned, but now that the deal was in motion she knew she had to torture just a little. As she resumed stroking, she tightened her frame an extra bit to pose and considered her options. Of course his eyes immediately gawked at her breasts. Now that he could look but not touch, he seemed to do nothing but stare. She almost laughed out loud at how endearing she found it.
She brought one hand up to her chest, suggestively cupping herself. His eyes immediately focused on her motion. "At least I know you're a boob guy." She glanced down at her own perky chest. "With Drew's recent enhancements, I'm sure you were powerless to stop all the gawking you were doing this evening. You're just lucky I'm not the jealous type." Her opposite hand was still playfully stroking him as he nodded. Chris was only a little surprised at her strange sense of humor, the majority of his attention focused on her rhythmicly stroking him.
A moment later she shifted her position, sliding down his legs until she was straddling his knees. Her witty banter ended as he felt the wetness of her tongue lick and lap against him. She was slow at first. Drawing him in and out just to warm him up. A minute later she quickened the pace, letting his audible breathing and subtle moans lead her on. She could have drawn it out, tried to keep him teetered at the edge of explosion, but the more she pleasured him, the more she wanted pleasure herself, something she wouldn't get tonight. She hadn't gone on much more than several minutes before she let him slip over the edge, blasting his release into her throat. She continued gently lappipng at him a few seconds more, until it was clear he was completely finished. It made her feel good. She really liked him.
Chris finally let his body relax as Suz came off him and quietly left for the bathroom. Lying in satisfied release, the defeatist curse in him was temporarily slain. What the session had lacked in longevity, it made up for in anticipation. The way she had teased and darted her tongue against him hinted at something more, something he'd like to experience more of.
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"Owww. Chris, somethings wrong!" He woke up with a start, not realizing he had drifted to sleep. Suzanne was in bed next to him. Had it been minutes, hours? He realized he had no idea. He opened his eyes, looking around the dark room to get his bearings before focusing on her. She was curled up clutching her stomach. "It hurts!"
He finally had his senses back, and abruptly sat up in bed. "What hurts? What's going on?" He reached his hand out to comfort her, and her skin felt unusually hot to the touch. She was silent, her whole body tensed weathering some kind of pain. For a minute the only sound was her agitated breathing. Then he heard it start to slow and calm, and her body began to relax. "Are you okay? Can you sit up?"
She was still panting when she spoke, "it's going away. Wow, that was really painful. My body felt like it was burning all over." She was seated looking at him now. "Like someone strained all my muscles at once." Her response and description sounded more than familiar. Images of Goddess Resort flashed through his mind and he tried to dismiss them. That had been months ago. Certainly there wouldn't be any residual effects, and if there were, he would have noticed by now. Her posture showed that while the pain was gone, she was still concerned and agitated. She moved up out of the bed and began to gather her clothing. "Chris, that really scared me, you need to take me to the hospital. Something is really wrong."
Chris took a good look at her. If she looked any different he couldn't tell in the dark. Was this the Rashja, or was something really wrong with her? He stood up to comfort her, interrupting her dressing while wrapping her in a hug. He could tell immedaitely, she was undoubtedly taller, and it wasn't subtle. He supposed that if anyone's five-foot-seven girlfriend suddenly stood five-foot-nine, they'd also immediately notice. There was no question this was the Rashja. But how, and what should he do? "Relax Suzanne. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Do you feel alright now?"
He felt her immediately calm in his arms, undoubtedly also a product of the Rashja. She let out a big sigh, "actually, I feel better than alright. That is so weird, one minute I'm wrenching in pain, and now I feel fantastic." She pulled away from their hug and looked him in the eye. "Do you think I should see a doctor?" Her look was a bit puzzled as she spoke. "Wow, I feel really tall all of a sudden."
"I'm sure you're fine. We don't need to go to the hospital. Let's just lay back down and get some sleep." He had hardly finished his sentence when she pulled off the few bits of clothing she'd slipped on, and made her way back into the bed. As he crawled back in, his mind was running in all directions. How did this happen? Clearly the resort didn't expect male patrons to leave still turning women into Goddesses. Something weird was certainly going on. Would it happen again? What would he tell her? She curled up against him with a little more force and firmness than he expected. Clearly the Rashja was already taking it's hold. He wasn't sure if he should be worried or excited as they both drifted off to sleep.
* Introductions
Derek sat in the chair, staring up with wonder at the beautiful and surreal creation kneeling in front of him. Even just as Wendel and Kat turned to walk away, Sarah's attention was already intently focused on him. Her name sounded wrong in his head. It was a name that should belong to a normal woman, not this towering eight-foot-tall Amazon. They both stayed silent for a moment, considering each other. She wasn't just taller than humanly possibly, she was larger. His pulse quickened and his mind raced to understand conflicting emotions flooding through him. Partly it was fear and submission, triggered by her superior size. However, it was also desire and lust. Her wide shoulders and massive chest made her neck, arms, and waist appear incredibly slender and feminine. The sound of a door closing announced that Wendel and Kat had finally cleared the room. Sarah's eyes remained locked on his as she reached to rest her palm gently on his torso. The personal contact seemed inappropriate in his boss's office, but the unreality of it all had him stunned into inaction.
"I'm glad you picked me Derek. I understand from Wendel you worked very hard to make this amazing gift possible." He felt glad for her breaking the silence. His mind still struggling to put the pieces together. The fact that his research was related to what he saw before him was hard to believe. Sarah was otherworldly. The motion of her larger-than-life eyes, face, and lips as she spoke, the feeling of her oversize hand against him, both demanded the full attention of his senses. "This experience, this transformation, has been absolutely remarkable. Thank you. Thank you for making the Rashja." She paused for a moment, and he nodded, acknowledging appreciation he wasn't sure he fully understood yet.
Then she settled herself even closer, resting her opposite hand on his shoulder, all her fingers now slowly brushing the fabric of his shirt. Her face was still a a couple feet away, but her oversize features made Derek feel she was intimately close. Her voice was slow and consoling. "I imagine it is quite a shock to lose your privacy. I plan to make the experience as comfortable as possible." His eyes traced the shape of her lips, her chin, her hair, her neck. Her proximity was intoxicating. "And I assure you, I can make you very comfortable." She leaned herself closer still, and before he knew what he was doing, his eyes found her cleavage. Her shifting had created a Rashja-fueled distraction more powerful than his concious control. Pressed together by her top, her imposing breasts extended inches wider than his frame, suddenly making him feel very small. It took him a moment to stop his inappropriate staring and meet her eyes again. When he did, her smile held a new wrinkle of satisfaction.
"I'm sitting here wondering what kind of companion you prefer. We're going to be spending lots of time together. I wonder, should I be naughty or nice?" Her eyes showed her question was rhetorical, looking down without waiting for an answer. He felt her hand move against his torso. A moment later, she pushed the boundary further, casually bumping the growing interest in his pants. He had no thoughts of control, let alone objection, but barely averted showing his surprise. He felt her opposite hand along his shoulder, her fingers sliding into his hair. "Can I give you a small taste of how thankful I can be?" Watching her massive beautiful face and lips, he felt overwhelmed by a flurry of desires. Some part of him wanted to sink into the chair, to hide from a superior predator, to run. The other side of him wanted to reach out and touch her, wanted her lips to press against him. He felt the wetness in his palms, the conflict holding him stunned.
With her hand cupping the back of his head, she could feel even the involuntarily nod that occurred. It would have taken outright resistance for her to stop. She gently tensed her fingers, massaging the back of his scalp and intentionally tipping his gaze down towards her cleavage. Sarah maintained her life as an escort not just for the money, but because she liked it. The feeling of men adoring her, the feeling of pushing their pleasure buttons, both enthralled her. It had been that way as long as she could remember. Even at a young age, she'd confront a junior classmate and let him peak at her over-developed breasts just to watch him flush with embarrassed arousal. She liked the attention and found her body was an amazing tool to get it. Here and now, she had seen all the same responses from Derek, the way he couldn't keep his eyes off her. She loved it.
If there was a downside to indulging her childish impulses, it's that her profession also came with a severe lack of control, and sometimes that could be very unpleasant. However, kneeling over Derek's small frame, transformed by the Rashja, she felt completely in control. This moment was what she loved, only better. She was free to find out what he wanted and give it to him on her terms. She brought her other hand to his head and marveled at the how small and soft it felt in her grasp.
"There we go, relax Derek. I'm here for so much more than just keeping you safe. I will take all your tension away. I am your retreat from the world." She rubbed fingers against him with a feather touch, the Rashja instinctively guiding the tiny amount of pressure needed. She leaned in further, placing her elbows on the chair. She didn't need the support. She was merely inching her body closer, breaking down his boundaries with the allure she knew it possessed. "Just relax, let yourself go."
Derek felt shrouded shadow, surrounded by her hypnotic voice and touch. Should he object? His mind sifted through some of the ways this all seemed wrong. He had only just met, and hardly knew her; they were at work, in his boss' office; she had practically been given to him, yet she wasn't property; and this was beside the impossibility of her size. Despite all that, he felt himself quickly surrendering. His objections were lost in the divine feeling of her fingers on his scalp. They were silenced with the firm grip holding him gawking at her mountainous breasts.
Then she leaned even closer. He felt a tingle of anticipation, wondering if his forehead was going to touch her. It didn't at first, and then her pressure tipped him against her sternum. As soon as he felt her skin, he finally felt himself relax. He hadn't realized how tense he was until he sank into the chair and against her. Shadowed cleavage filled his view as her massage progressed, releasing the tension in his neck and shoulders. "You've been pretty quiet. Are we enjoying the massage?" He nodded against her. "And how about the view? Do you like my tits?" He was taken aback at her directness, his embarrassment causing a slight startled movement. He only wanted her to continue, so he nodded again, hoping she would.
No such luck. She let go, rising up and looking down at him from above, glancing at her own chest as she referred to it. "I could tell. I've always loved how much attention they get. Now thanks to you, they are so much bigger!" As if to accentuate the point, her hands cupped and playfully pushed her tits together. Derek's cheeks flushed as he watched her squeeze herself, embarrassed and aroused by her overt sexiness. With the same disarming directness she'd been using her whole life, she made her offer. "Do you want to feel them?"
He had been silent and salivating so long the first time he tried to speak a barely audible squak came out, "arrrss". He was still staring at where her hands pressed and rubbed herself when he cleared his throat. "Please, that would be nice."
Her hand quickly brushed his cheek. "How polite. You're such a gentleman." Her voice was beginning to take on a sexy melodramatic quality. "We're going to have so much fun together." With that she gently pulled the top up over her head, tossing it to the floor. If her breasts seemed massive mostly clothed, they seemed even moreso naked. They were almost directly in front of him, each seeming as large and round as his own face. She wasted no time leaning closer, planting one boob squarely against him, her hand on the back of his head pressing him into her. The world went black as breasts dragged against his lips and cheeks.
It was something Sarah had done thousands of times, yet this time it felt so very different. Rather than his head merely rubbing against her, it sank unexpectedly deep into her body. She marveled at how little he looked as she held him there, submerged in her titflesh. Surprise caught her at the realization of just how big she had become. "Wow, my tits are fucking huge!" She was used to being well-endowed, but she was only just starting to understand this new world. Being an Amazon Protector wasn't about just being taller, it was about being so much bigger. She let him enjoy it a moment longer before bringing him out for an audible gasp of air. "Mmm... I bet you like that. " She reached down for his hands, "you know," she moved them each to the sides of her breasts as she spoke, "I think these are the biggest boobs on the planet right now." Pressing his small hands against her made her feel even bigger. It was such a rush.
Derek was in a trance. His hands were sandwiched as she again manipulated them to squeeze her tits together inches from his face. In the same way that her body was proportionally oversized, so did her sexiness seem to be. His mind was fully occupied taking in the feeling of her. They each seemed like the size of soccer balls. Big, fleshy, soft soccer balls, and those nipples. His eyes locked on and in a moment his tongue was on her, probing towards one. He felt it between his lips, taking it into his mouth and sucking as he felt it harden. He heard her respond, processing it only enough to know she was encouraging him, "ohh, I like that. No biting now." She let go, and her boobs shifted as they strained out against his small hands. He did his best to still hold them pressed together.
As he moved to enjoy her other nipple, he felt her hands on his waist, working the fastener of his pants free. His focus torn away from the skin in his lips, as her fingers slid across his underwear. Above his eyesight, he could see her intently staring down at him. "Looks like you're hard for me too. I think he wants to come out and play." He felt her pull at his underwear and then the bare skin of her fingers against him. He felt her just gently fondling him, teasing him, and he loved it. His lips wandered across the curve of her breast as she leaned in, smashing herself into his face. His hands held her tits together, and before he knew it he was ear deep between them. He turned his head to the side, one boob covering his whole face as he suckled against it, the other cradling the back of his head. It was surreal, unlike anything he'd ever experienced.
Sarah held in laughter as she watched him bury himself against her. Not that she didn't find it sexy, she did. It was just so different. Most of what she could see was the hair-covered top of his head, wedged between her huge tits. She could feel him though, his open mouth and warm tongue sucking against the inside of her left breast. She was really starting to get turned on by how much bigger than him she was. Which was good, because even his erect manhood felt pretty small in her hands. She ran her fingers against it, at the moment just playing; gently brushing him while he nuzzled away at her.
Then she couldn't resist. She brought one hand to the side of each breast, again sandwiching his hands against her, and really squeezed. Harder than before, her breasts smashed and wrapped around most of his head. She jiggled them up and down, his face still buried between them. She wondered if she'd get bigger, big enough for him to just disappear between them. When her mental fantasizing had run it's course, she realized she might be smothering him a little too long; a concern that was confirmed by his gasp and panting as she let him free. "Sorry Derek. I got a little carried away there."
The ear to ear grin on his face said he wasn't the least bit bothered. "Please." His words separated by equal parts panting and timidness. "Don't. Apologize. That was amazing." Then he put on the cutest puppy dog eyes she'd ever seen. "Would you. Would you do it again?" This time she couldn't help herself, bursting out with a satisfied giggle. He must have mis-interpreted it as his face turned quickly sour, and the mis-understood moment instantly made her feel a little guilty.
He could feel his face flushing red. He already felt forward asking, her and the way she laughed at him was further embarassment. She was still giggling a little as she spoke, "I'm sorry sweetie, of course I will." Her hand came to his cheek, brushing it as if to console him. "You are just so darn cute." Then she leaned down very close, her face intimately approaching his. He felt it coming before it happened, her lips planting on his. Immediately he knew this wasn't a normal kiss. Even before he had a chance to respond, her lips and tongue lapped at him, softly wrapping and pulling at his upper lip. He realized he didn't know how to respond so he just let her continue. She didn't push the kiss deeper. She just nibbled at him with her lips and tongue between words. "I could just. Eat. You. Up."
He kinda wished she hadn't stopped, until he saw her sexy eyes staring him down, her hands already propped on the sides of her breasts. "You ready sweetie?" He watched her breasts rub up and down against each other as she suggestively mirrored the motion she'd used on him. "Take a deep breath," she taunted, as she leaned into him, parting her tits around his head. At first there was still light, his nose bumping her breastbone. Then the world went dark and muffled. Her tits smashed and molded around his head, covering his ears and cheeks.
His face was held in a small gap able to breathe, but he preferred feeling her skin on his face. He tried to turn his head, meeting resistance from her squeezing. She must have noticed, as she eased up, letting him turn sideways, light giving him a brief view of one breast. Then darkness again as she squeezed them down on him. He loved it, the soft warm feeling of her skin wrapping against his face. He opened his mouth to suck and tongue against her. Now he couldn't breathe, but he didn't care. He was consumed with the feeling of their motion. They weren't dragging as much as rolling against him, the soft fleshy pressure alternately dancing up and down. He could have stayed there forever, or at least until his breath ran out, which it was quickly doing. She stretched it out longer than he expected, slowing the motion and just smashing and holding him there for a few final seconds. He thought he might have to physically remind her to let him out before she finally did. The deep breath of air he gasped in tasted ohh so sweet.
Looking down at an even bigger smile on his face, endearing yet almost silly in it's exaggeration, warmed her up inside. Sarah knew she was a giver. She had always been a giver. It was what drew her to try out becoming an escort. It was also what kept her coming back for more. When her high-school and college girlfriends went off to more accepted careers and stable husbands, she stayed. She couldn't explain it, she just liked pleasing others. Some had tried to make her think there was something wrong with it, but she'd challenge them. Were they happy? Were they really happy? Because she knew she was. Looking at the waft of emotion on Derek's face made her happy. She would do just about anything he asked right now, just for the feeling to continue. The exorbitant sums of money Wendel was paying her was almost irrelevant. Almost.
She reached down to find the bulge in his underpants, immediately satisfied that whatever embarrassment her laughing had caused was completely remedied. She watched him, grin still painted on, staring straight at her giant tits like they held him in a trance. Most of the evening Derek had excellent eye-contact with her. It was as if he finally had her blessing, and he was just going to indulge. She liked it. After slipping her fingers against his bare cock, she was careful only to gently brush him so as not to interrupt his moment. This time she felt his hands against her waist, small and chilly as they held her. His eyes darted up to hers, projecting something non-verbal. Was it 'may i?' or 'thank you'? She wasn't sure, but he leaned in and sucked at her as yet unexplored right nipple.
Making him feel good was making her so excited she felt herself getting wet. Her hand instinctively became more aggressive, rubbing and twisting at the head of his cock. His mouth came off her in a start, his eyes finding hers and show his pleasant surprise. "You like that do you?" She repeated the motion, causing him to whimper a bit in response. She wondered if she should feed him her breasts again, letting him suckle away as she teased and jerked him off. However, he was leaning back in the chair, his body language making room for something else. Still rubbing him, she wondered what he might want. With his obvious breast fascination, she had an urge to wrap him up and titfuck him. He would enjoy it, but she realized it might be be awkward. There wasn't room with him sitting in the chair. She'd have to move him, and there were limited options in the office. No, better to save that for another time. He moaned at another twist she gave the head of his cock, sending a pleasant chill down her spine.
Derek was entrapped. For a moment he felt over-sexed, like the stimulation was all too much. He had braced himself in the chair against the building pressure between his legs. Staring up at her unbelievably hot body, slender arms, sexy red hair, and huge tits, all of it inhumanly Amazon-sized, he felt he was going to pop any moment. Unexpectedly though, the way she was teasing and rubbing him just wouldn't let it happen, the pressure just building and building. He felt his body involuntarily reaching his cock towards her as he braced in the chair. He didn't know what was next, but he wanted more.
Then her hand did it again, the motion that sent a sting of pleasure through him, and he let out another half-voluntary moan. He felt like he was so close, he just wanted a good thrust. Even as he thought it, his pelvis responded, but he felt her hand on his waist, pressing him back down with unexpected force. "Careful. We wouldn't want to soil your bosses' furniture would we?" She held him firmly, while her motions forced an agonizing pleasure wave through him. He whimpered at the pleasant torture, and from the satisfied smirk on her face, he could tell she was enjoying it too. Maybe a little too much.
Her eyes remained locked on him as she descended, her intent becoming clear as her lips moved closer and closer to his cock. He felt her breasts touch his knees and thighs, and then her tongue lay against him. It hardly moved at first, as if just wetting him down, then started lapping against him. If his view was sexy before, it was only growing sexier now. Her red hair fell into his lap, framing her naked shoulders and back. He could see the sides of her breasts flowing out beyond her frame, as her motion gently rubbed them against his legs. He could also now barely see the shape of her ass, athletic, perfect, still clothed, and far out of reach. The warm wetness of her tongue, while incredible, had softened his growing feeling of urgency. He let his arms relax and caress her shoulders. Their slender feminine appearance seeming in impossible contrast to their firm and Amazon sized reality. His body tingled at the dissonance.
Then he felt it again, the wave of pleasure ripping through him, "urhhh", his hands squeezed in response. It was different with her tongue, warm, muted, but decidedly the same sensation. Whatever she was doing, he loved it. At the same time that he wanted it to continue, his body tried to end it, attempting to buck and thrust and shoot into her mouth. Only he couldn't budge. Her hand still holding him firmly still in the chair, more firmly than should have been possible. Part of him cursed it for stopping him. Part of him was thankful for it.
He felt her tongue twist against him again as she finally began thrusting against him. For a moment it was relief. Satisfying his body's need to finish it's reproductive act. However, he felt the pressure building again, her thrusting interrupted by sensations that he was sure were placed to drive him crazy. He let out another moan and realized his hands were clawing a death grip against her skin. If it was hurting her she didn't show it. She merely continued her amazing routine. Wow she's beautiful. Wow this is amazing. Her subtlety bobbing head paced quicker as she inched him closer and closer to climax. Her motions somehow responded to his sounds while also torturing him until the very end. He felt it a few seconds before, his whole body tensing. "Oh my, aunnhhh." His eyes closed, hands clenched, and body tensed as it tried to resist. Then he felt release and himself pumping into her mouth. She slowed, still lapping against him for a few final moments before stopping and sitting back away from him.
As she sat back, she stared straight into his eyes, trying to catch a glimmer of the climax that had just passed. She could see his calm release, his satisfaction, and it sated her. That would have to be enough. She loved the intimate feeling of having a cock in her mouth, and the dexterity of the lips and tongue were such an easy tool to pleasure with. However, it was always bitter sweet missing the look on their face. No matter how much she loved making them moan and squirm, grab or even dig their nails into her, something her mouth was unequaled at, it would always fall short. As much as she loved sucking cock, it meant she couldn't see the look their eyes as they came. She could never see the moment of release. Sometimes the rest was enough. Sometimes it wasn't. When it wasn't she'd have to immediately ride them, to fuck them until they gave it to her, their look of pleasure and surrender.
As she noticed the darkness around them from the sun having set, she realized they aught to clear Wendel's office. He insisted they would have their privacy, but there was no need to overstay their welcome. She turned and found her top on the floor, stretching it back on before turning to see Derek zipping himself up. Looking at him, she felt a calm satisfaction. Not one as powerful as a climax, but equally important. He could have been anyone, she had no choice about that. He could have been pushy, demanding, frustrated. Of all the bad partners, she hated the frustrated ones the most, ohh and the givers. Two givers trying to pleasure each other was like trying to fit a round-peg into a round-peg. It just didn't work. Derek on the other hand, was perfect. He gave her what she needed. They were going to be spending lots of time together, and she was looking forward to it. She stood up, extending a hand to encourage him up out of the chair. "Now that we've been introduced. I think it's time we let Wendel have his office back."
The adrenalin rush of his climax fading, he felt reality setting in and crashing down. Sarah stood, reaching towards him, and he wondered for a moment if he was going crazy. How was this all even possible? He let himself meet her hand, standing up next to her for the first time. Suddenly he had a new perspective on just how shocking the Amazon transformation was. She was easily two or three feet taller than him. The oversize chest that had been a sexy temptation moments ago seemed to take on an entirely different, almost dominant, quality when he realized her frame held it almost as high as he was tall. For a moment he felt a looming dread standing next to her. Fortunately, it washed away as he looked up and found her eyes. The same soft, beautiful, feminine, intimate eyes. "I understand you already have an apartment in the building. How about you show me where the two of us will be living for the next couple months?"
"Yes, yes, of course." Suddenly Wendel's insistance that he have more than just a room and a bed to crash at seemed to make sense. The moment was filled with strange sensations. Looking up too far while talking to her. The way her hand felt, too large and too high to be normal. It all felt so strange as he led her towards the door. His mind drifted for a moment to an imagined history long ago, where he was starting to believe real Amazons walked among men. He spoke a partial thought out loud, "It's like we know our history without understanding it at all." It probably didn't make sense to her, but she didn't press him on it. He turned his head slightly, impressed at the strides of her long legs next to him, not nearly able to see her face. Before they opened the door, he clasped his other hand around hers as he expressed himself, "Sarah, you're amazing. Having an Amazon Protector is something I think I'm really going to enjoy."
She nodded, her eyes holding a playfully devious look. "Ohh, you will. I'm going to make sure of that."