* A New Lifestyle
For a fleeting moment, Simon Foley felt his life at the resort couldn't get any more perfect. Cheri looked absolutely stunning, standing about eight feet tall in her black dress and bare feet. She set his dinner plate in front of him, seared ono and mango chutney. She was as good a cook as she was a scientist. "Do you need anything else Simon?" He shook his head; the fleeting moment passing; the guilt beginning to return. He knew the Rashja made her want to please him. Of course she liked him, but knowing she didn't have free will made him feel guilty.
Across the table an oversize lounger looked out-of-place until she relaxed into and dwarfed it. He looked down at a delicious looking meal. "Cheri, are you sure you don't want some for yourself?" She gave him a puzzled look, about to respond before he continued. "Ohh, I know you don't need food while under the effects of Rashja. I just. I feel guilty just sitting and eating by myself when you've gone through all this effort."
"So you'd feel less guilty if I ate with you? I can eat with you if you like. It's true I don't need food, but it won't hurt. Tomorrow I'll make myself a plate as well. Will that make you happy?" Somehow her words only made him feel more guilty. His eyes found the meal, then the table. "What is it Simon?"
"Cheri, do you ever want to return to normal? I mean, for a while at least?" She looked at him with a puzzled look. "It's just. I feel guilty. We both know the Rashja compells you. You do everything I could dream of. You're an amazing cook, amazing company, not to mention our intimacy." Her brow raised a bit at the mention, but this wasn't about him. "I want you to be happy too." He realized he was catching her in another trap. If he wanted her to be happy, the Rashja would make her happy. "No. I want to know if you are happy, genuinely happy, without the Rashja's influence. Are you happy?"
Cheri looked at him, considering the question carefully. It wasn't a question she had asked herself in as long as she could remember. Certainly he was right about the Rashja, but did it matter? Her thoughts seemed clear enough. She was better than happy. Spending time on Goddess rotation was a temporary fix. Having spent months, even only partially progressed, was permanent euphoria.
"Simon," she open firmly. "Would you agree I liked you before the Rashja?" He nodded across the table, the sheepish guilt still showing in his eyes and posture. "You don't have anything to feel guilty about. Cooking a meal, asking you if you need anything. These are trivial gestures. You wouldn't understand, you can't understand, how amazing it is to stay like this." She looked down at herself to accentuate the point, her posture open and relaxed in the chair. Then she rose up out of it.
"The Rashja makes it effortless to remain a picture of female perfection." She was making her way slowly around the table. "To have size and strength beyond any human capability." She set knelt down next to him, bringing them nearly eye-to-eye, her hand brushing his cheek. "And you, my dear Simon, accept me this way. It is you and your team who made it possible for women to be this way. No, you should not feel guilty about a meal. I am glad to do it for you."
She placed a gentle soft kiss on his lips to expressed her caring sincerity. "However, if you wish, I will purge the Rashja for you. Then when I tell you all the same things, you can truly trust them. Agreed?" He nodded, looking like the guilt was mostly, but not all, washed away. She stood, heading back to her chair. "Good, now eat the meal I slaved over a hot stove all evening to make for you. Or it'll get cold, and you have something to truly feel guilty about!" She shot him a playfully sarcastic look, and he smiled, digging his fork into the meal.
"While you eat, let me update you about my research today. As you know, I've been researching patron-113," his face didn't show recognition, so she elaborated, "Chris Rothchild, the patron with abnormal Rashja falloff rates." He finally nodded, chewing another bite before swallowing. "Take your time sweetie. No need to hurry just because I'm not eating." She paused, and Simon forced himself to chew a little more slowly. "As you know, we've been looking into his abnormal chemical response, and we've found another unusual figure." She shifted in her chair slightly, sitting slightly more upright as if about to say something important.
"Apparently his main goddess partner, whom we're calling subject-cr0, had an unusually high retained growth factor!" She was sure he wouldn't remember the details, so she provided a reminder. "As you know, we have a very stable formula for retained growth after a transformation. Typically RGF is less than 1%, so a five-foot-seven visitor who reaches her full level-three height of fifteen-feet, after the 29 hour cleanse, will return to only a quarter inch taller than her normal height. Of course there are also small factors in the formula for repeat exposure and longer durations. Both of these are used to set policies that assure employees on rotation won't exceed societal norms."
SImon had only been half paying attention until her last statement. How long had Cheri been 8' tall? How big were those factors? Would she return to her normal height, or was his selfish desire going to make her an outcast in society. The guilt again washed over his face and she must have seen it, and she gave him a non-pleased glance. "Don't worry Simon. Those factors are very small. I'd be lucky to keep an inch even after a year like this." She sounded almost unhappy at the conclusion, but he let out a tiny sigh of relief. "I can stay like this for years before my RGF exceeds normal ranges, depending on your definition of normal of course." Her smile had a little snicker attached to it.
"Subject-cr0 is another story." Simon felt a little rude to keep eating through her explanation. However, he was ravenous, and the food was incredibly good, ohh so good. "She hasn't responded according to the formula. 29 hours after her last sernasa, she maintained an astounding 10% RGF! It didn't raise any red flags at the time, because starting only five-foot-four, her final five-ten was well within acceptable outcomes, especially during the commotion of our emergency procedures. However, that's six inches of retained growth!" Simon coughed at the shocking figure, almost spitting food onto the table.
"I know, shocking isn't it? I only noticed it when reviewing the data, and it's quite extraordinary." Now Simon had plenty to say, but the half-chewed food in his mouth needed to be handled, lest he end up choking. She seemed to be reading his mind as she voiced her own concerns. "As you can imagine, It would be alarming enough if a person was out in the wild with high Rashja levels. However, with a 10% RGF, it could quickly spiral out of control. After finding out, I immediately checked in on his status. As you know we've been tracking him since he left, and while we're not sure of his current Rashja levels, there have been no sightings of any Rashja related activities."
Simon drank some water and audibly cleared his throat after finishing the bite he almost choked on. There was still a bit of dinner left on his plate, but something had stolen the rest of his appetite. "That IS all quite astonishing. Are we absolutely positive there hasn't been any Rashja activity? How are we tracking him?" Cheri had already read the way he placed his silverware on the plate, a clear sign he was finished, and moved to take it. With her long reach and long strides, it only took her a moment to place it on the kitchen bar and be headed back to him.
"We have a staff team checking in on him weekly, looking for any suspicious activity in him or his partners." She extended a hand down towards Simon. In what had become a common habit for them, he turned to help her slip it under his arm, grasping her back in the process. Then she easily and dextrously lifted him from the chair, propping him onto her hip as she headed for the living room. What might have seemed shocking to an onlooker had become completely routine.
She had first picked him up after he passingly mentioned discomfort straining up to talk to her. At the time she was closer to ten-feet-tall, and while at eight-feet it wasn't as necessary, it had become a habit for them. They both found it convenient to be eye-to-eye, and he seemed to more than enjoy it. In fact, she hardly realized she'd done it as she continued their conversation. "Recently he has a semi-stable girlfriend, and despite being apparently quite... active, they have not shown any signs of sernasa."
Simon was distracted from the conversation briefly. As Cheri ducked under the living room archway, he noticed some unexpected cracks in it. "Cheri, I thought we had those fixed." She stopped, stepping back a step while being careful not to hit the archway yet again.
"Yes, I uhm. Sorry. It must have been this morning. I was a bit sleepy when I came in for your glass of water and I bumped it again." Looking at the damage, it was more obvious than she had thought. "You know we could solve this if we just stayed in the resort instead of here. There are plenty of rooms equipped for our situation. Plus, I'd have a little more room in the bathroom, and you wouldn't have to help bathe me in that tiny tub."
Simon already felt guilty enough living out his fantasy 24/7. He had his own personal Goddess, he didn't need to stay in the resort every night. Besides, he was worried what the staff might think about him violating their exposure guidelines. He could already see the way they looked at Cheri in business settings. They had made a fake cover-story about testing the long-term affects of Rashja, but he guessed few bought it. They simply didn't want to test the company's resolve against the lab director. He wondered if he was playing this too risky. Maybe he was, but staying in the resort would make it riskier still. "Cheri, I like it here, and I like bathing you."
She gave him an intimate squeeze at the thought. She had heard his reasoning before, and he was probably right, even if it would be more comfortable for her in the resort. "Alright honey. I'll call them to fix the archway again. Maybe they can just remove it, or pad it somehow." She set him down on the living room couch before sitting opposite him.
"And if you like bathing me so much, perhaps I should get a little dirty for you." He watched her spread her legs in a suggestive pose, one leg against the back of the couch, the other foot on the floor. Her partially bent legs gave him a clear view up her dress, that is until she pulled it to her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties, and her vagina was spread out in plain view. "It's been a week since I've had you inside me. If you still feel guilty about dinner, you can give me what you know I want." Looking at her sexy offering, his body already started to stir, his mind quickly shifting gears from their work conversation. She wanted the tonyata, she always wanted the tonyata. "Nine feet is not too big. That's what I want Simon."
* Working Lunch
"Right this way Mr. Rothchild." As the cute receptionist showed him back towards Suzanne's office, he guessed their client bills must be pretty high to justify such personal treatment. As he walked, he thought about how he'd practically been avoiding her. Not that it was unusual for the two of them not to see each other for a few days, or that he didn't want to see her. This time he had his reasons.
Ever since he realized the Rashja was still with him, ever since he made her sernasa, he found it hard to concentrate on his normal life. It was as worrying as it was exciting, but he needed to be able to work, he needed to be able to think. So he had put her off as much as he could force himself to. And Suzanne hadn't made it easy, ratcheting up her flirtatous sexting several notches. Walking through the classy law office for the first time, adorned with oak doors and brass fixtures, everything seemed so normal and the accidental sernasa a distant memory.
Suzanne sat at her desk impatiently. The receptionist had called Chris' arrival, and was bringing him back. Sitting and waiting, her skin tingled and palms flushed at sensations she was entirely not used to. Years as an adult entertainer had changed her relationship needs dramatically. She now found men so easy to attract, so easy to connect with, so easy to seduce, she no longer needed them. It's part of why she took so long to take a boyfriend. It took her two years to realize she was free to choose, rather than be driven by uncontrolled emotions. She chose Chris because he brought out feelings of peace, comfort, sometimes even amusement. She liked it, and she liked him.
However, this week she felt decidedly not at peace. She couldn't get Chris out of her head, could hardly work, and had hardly eaten. What was this? Was it a crush? Was it hormonal? Was it love? She shocked herself with the thought. They hadn't even been dating two months. The idea that she might have fallen for him already, that she could fall for anyone so quickly, was bothersome to her. Yet wasn't this exactly what she had hoped for when she returned to a normal life? To impossibly regain her innocence and fall in love?
She shook her head as if to shake away the thoughts. She had no idea what was going on. All she knew was that she needed to see him. Both their work lives were incredibly busy, so it was typical to wait for weekends. This week she had shamelessly flirted and enticed him in for a lunch date, just to get a few minutes with him. She took a deep breath, regaining her composure to prepare for their pending arrival. It was not a moment too soon, as her assistant squawked on the intercom, "Miss Oliver, your guest is here, shall I send him in?"
Chris was fascinated with all the formality. He spent his work life mostly outside the office. Running marketing for Pink Ice Vodka was about networking, communication, glitz and glam. Lots of drinking, lots of bars, and no staff calling to announce a visitor. A moment later the assistant set down her phone and was quickly at the door gesturing him in. Suzanne called out from behind her desk as he entered, "Judy, hold my calls. Also, can you get me a copy of the Pickens brief, I need to begin reviewing it before I leave today." He looked around the office, expecting the exchange to continue. However, her assistant barely let out a nod before pulling the door closed behind him. Her curt behavior so different than what he was used to in his world.
"Nice digs," Chris admitted as he finished looking around. In addition to a great view of the city, it was rich with natural wood and leather. A bit too old-world for his taste, but opulent. Suzanne was on her way to him from her desk. A small couch and coffee table filled most of the remaining space. On the coffee table sat a neatly placed paper bag which he expected was probably their lunch. Suzanne tucked up close and planted a soft kiss on his lips, her quick transition from office efficiency to personal connection catching him a little off-guard, yet reminding him how much he liked her, "it good to see see you too." She just smiled back with what he could swear was a tiny bit of unease.
Tucking against him, smelling his smell, tasting his lips, Suzanne felt the distracting flutter running through her amplify. Thoughts of it's cause were distant from her mind now, as were thoughts of lunch. She didn't care for either. She wanted him, to pleasure him, to taste him. She looked to the door as she thought about her coworkers beyond it. Could she risk it? In the office? Years ago she would have fucked him in Times Square without hesitation, making a show so everyone could watch. Today, the desire running through her seemed to go against everything that her return to a normal life represented. Increasingly, it was a sensation she couldn't resist. She moved to the door without thinking, locking it. Her body felt simultaneously charged yet numb, as if on auto-pilot.
Chris didn't find it unusual that she locked the door. He understood how an office worker seeing even innocent personal interactions could be incredibly awkward and was glad for the small increase in privacy. He situated himself on the couch, shuffling through the lunch bag. Nicely wrapped sandwiches. Her favorite turkey on wheat, and a roast beef on rye. He set the bag aside and placed the sandwiches neatly on the table as she sat next to him. He was starting to notice something peculiar. She was staring at him with unusual intensity. Her eyes contained what looked like hunger, but not for the food laid out on the table. She hadn't so much as glanced at it. He spoke up in an almost awkward attempt to break the tension. "Thanks for picking up lunch. How has your week been?"
She couldn't care enough about his pleasantry to respond to it. She needed him. She slid herself towards him until they were touching, then she opened the top button of her blouse. Her words were a barely audible whisper. "Baby, I've been dying for you all week." She reached down towards his crotch. He obviously wasn't ready for her, but she knew all too well how to get him there. His eyes showed shock, but he made no move to stop her.
"Did you get my texts?" His reflexive smirk confirmed it, oh he certainly had. Every day she had texted with lewd sexy messages about exactly what she wanted to do to him. He wondered how much of it was the Rashja. "And you stayed away this long? You know a girl could get the wrong idea." She could feel him stiffening up and moved to open his pants. "I want you to know, I've been thinking about that last....project we worked on." Her voice tone shifting with her out of context word-choice. "I think my work was really below par. I think with some extra effort I can get you a much more impressive result." She had much better access now, his pants open, her fingers slipping down to his bare cock.
Some part of him wasn't entirely comfortable with this happening here, in her office. However, that part of him was not in the driver's seat. Her head had already descended, her tongue already on his still growing erection. He even felt a little sloppy and soft in her mouth, but that didn't last long. Her tongue twisted and twirled at him, and in no time he was biting his own hand in an effort not to make a sound. God she felt good. He gave in, having no objection to a quick blowjob before lunch. Just as as he thought she was going to fast-track the event, she seemed to pace herself, alternately licking and then stroking herself up and down on him as if to draw it out.
She loved the feeling of him in her mouth as she continued her rhythm for several minutes. During that time, she became increasingly aware of her own dripping wet sex, almost burning for him between her legs. She was conflicted. Her memory of their last session was foggy, but it felt so strangely good to have him come in her mouth. Her plan had been to repeat it. However, right now her body wanted something very different. Her legs wanted to jump up and pounce onto him. Could she do it? Right here in the office? He was doing such a good job keeping quiet, but she wasn't sure she could do the same. The fact that their sex would be unprotected was far from her mind.
She pulled her lips away for a moment. The look in his face was pure pleasure. His teeth were softly clenched down on his own hand. He looking like he was dying to come, and somehow it sent her over the edge. She stood, pulling her panties aside as she quickly knelt into his lap and fed him into her. She wrapped his head in her hands as she gyrated herself against him. She didn't think she could keep this up long without her assistant hearing something, so she had no expectation of getting herself. She just wanted to feel him come into her, and it had to happen fast. Her hips were tipped in, knowing she'd bend and rub him more than he could handle in only a few strokes. The look in his face was a fascinating mix of pleasure and lust, terror and shock. Just two more thrusts and she felt him silently pump into her. It felt warm and good, better than she expected actually.
Chris was in shock as she climbed off him. It had all happened so fast, he didn't even have time to think. He buttoned his pants as his mind raced with concerns. If he really was still carrying the Rashja, and she had just received it via sex. Oh fuck! His mind screamed at him, and for once he felt glad not to have shouted it out loud. He grabbed her wrist. "Suzanne. Listen to me. We don't have much time. Is there a nearby fire escape?"
He saw her look of confusion. Obviously she had no idea what he was reacting to. He didn't know how he would explain this all to her, but he knew they had little time. He had to get her out of here. He stood, holding her shoulders. "Suzanne. You have to trust me. We have to leave here right now. Where is the fire escape?"
"Chris, you're acting really strange. What does that matter." She was rebuttoning her blouse, making herself look presentable, when he grabbed her wrist again.
Was the Rashja already affecting her? If it was, she'd have to listen to him. But there was a good chance it wasn't. He didn't know how, but he had to get her out of there before the sernasa happened. He guessed he had less than a minute. "Suzanne, you have to come with me right now. Tell your assistant a family matter has come up, I'll explain when we're in the fire escape." He pulled her wrist towards the door, and was happy when she let go of her resistance, finally following him.
Outside, Suzanne did as he asked, more calmly than he would have given his impatience. "Judy, I have to handle something urgent out of the office. Reschedule my afternoon appointments. I'll call you in a few hours."
Her assistant nodded back without any hint of surprise, as if darting out after having sex with your boyfriend in the office was completely normal. Suzanne immediately turned to walk away with a pace that was more calm than he would have liked. Her assistant called from behind, "and the Pickens brief?" Suzanne waved her hand over her shoulder at the question, continuing her slow pace towards the fire escape.
From behind her Chris could already see the early signs of her starting to swell. Did she know something was happening? How much further was it? In a few seconds, if they didn't make the fire-escape, her coworkers were going to get a front-row seat to something they were really not ready for. He could see her reaching for a doorknob, while he also could tell she was fighting to restrain something. The doornob made a creaking sound as she inadvertantly bent it, moving through the door and into the fire escape. Once inside, Chris closed the door behind them and quickly dragged her down a flight, worried she was going to vocalize still well in earshot of her office-mates.
When they stopped, she leaned into the wall behind. He could finally see the look on her face, the pure pleasure of the sernasa breaking through. "Ohh Chris, what is this?" Her hands went to her crotch in a very un-ladylike gesture as she momentarily bent at the waist. "Uhhnnnhh! It feels divine!" When she stood up straight, he could see she already stood a couple inches taller than him in her heels. She placed a hand against the wall, showing her disorientation. She looked down at Chris with surprise. "Chris what is... Uhnnnhhh, it feels so good!"
She had no idea what was happening, but she knew where it was coming from. There was a warm swelling of pleasure unlike anything she'd ever felt coming from her crotch. She still had one hand sqeezed between her legs in an attempt to calm or control the feeling. Though she had no desire for it to stop. She was equally shocked looking down at Chris. How was she looking down at him? Chris was much taller than her, yet he seemed smaller by the moment. She felt one of her feet fall out from under as her heel broke, and looked down to see the straps on both of her shoes had somehow snapped. She awkwardly stepped off the broken soles, now barefoot next to Chris as he continued to look smaller in front of her. "Uhnnn Chris!" Another wave went through her as her hand clawed at the wall, wishing for something to hold onto.
Chris had seen this display countless times before at Goddess Resort, but somehow this was the most sexy it had ever been. Something about the danger, the way it almost happened right in her office; something about the way she hadn't expected it, and had no idea what was happening; and something about the way her normal clothing was straining and breaking as it progressed. Now barefoot on the concrete, he guessed her to be two inches taller than him and still growing. Her body strained at her blouse, the fabric stretched to gaping openings between the buttons. The hem was nowhere near her waist, as she had grown almost five inches already, with still more to go. He reached out for her arm, and she let it away from the wall hold his shoulder. "Suz, it'll be just a few seconds more. Just a few seconds more."
She watched the top of his head crest into view. Was she getting taller? That was not possible. She would have to be six-foot-four to see over her boyfriend's head. Yet the impossible seemed to be happening with every moment. She heard several buttons on her blouse snap free, first one, then a few more. Then she heard her skirt tear at the hip. She felt fortunate not to be concerned about modesty, even if they were alone in the fire-escape. The pleasure waves running through her were slowly calming, as she looked down at a boyfriend she now towered over. Towered over! The top of his head hardly made it up to her chin.
What had he said? Just a few more seconds? Did he know what was happening? When the sensation finally came to a stop, she was silent, looking down at Chris with a stunned lack of any understanding. "Suz, I think it's finished, let me explain. You see. I uhm. I went to this Resort about six months ago.."
She was standing there half naked and disheveled, her growth having damaged most of her clothing. Her shirt was gaped open; her bra was hanging loose but still oddly draped around her; and her skirt was torn and hanging low on her hips. "Chris! Am I taller than you?" She cut him off mid-sentence, looking down at herself, "I'm fucking huge. One minute we're having sex, the next minute I'm standing in the fire-escape, my clothes ripped off, fucking half-a-foot taller than you. And you KNOW what caused this? I'll say you have some explaining to do."
He was incredibly turned on, just as much by the sight of her as by her frustration. If he hadn't just come, he would have been already ready for her. He wasn't sure how to explain, but as he stood there he became increasingly concerned about being seen. There was nobody in the fire-escape, but that didn't mean there couldn't be. "I'll explain everything, but first we have to get out of here. Follow me and be quiet." He turned, expecting her to follow, hoping the Rashja would help him out. Her face looked to object, but she didn't. A moment later she was following along behind quietly, step after step down the stairs. He had to think. His car was in the parking garage. If they were lucky, they could get to it unseen, then figure out how to cover her up and get out of there.
* Daily Dose
Sarah arrived at Wendel's executive floor on schedule, his assistant dutifully sitting at her desk as always. "Hello, I have an appointment with Wendel this afternoon." She had lost quite a bit of her original Goddess height, now down to little more than six-foot-ten. Worse, she'd been dying for him the entire time, wanting and wishing for him, and it had only been a day or so. They were feelings she didn't understand and couldn't explain.
Judy looked up at the towering Amazon with a hint of jealousy. Wendel had recently disclosed the secret of the Rashja to her, and she had responded with the same unfased decorum with which she handled all his eccentric affairs. In fact at first she didn't exactly believe him. She knew he wasn't the type to lie, but his explanation was simply too impossible to believe. Until he showed her. Seeing Kat and Sarah transformed dropped her jaw, as she felt for the first time Wendel had truly shocked her.
Judy put the facts together quickly. Having just hired two high-class escorts, only to watch them stroll in and out of his office for two days as towering goddesses, she couldn't help but feel slighted. If she had known, she would have marched right in there in their place. She would have been a test-subject for their science research. She had served his every need for so long. Did it occur to him she might want to be involved, that she might like to be a towering Amazon? She visualized sneaking in when he was out, finding an obvious looking syringe, and injecting herself. God what it would be like. She almost had to snap herself out of her frustrated daydream. "Yes, yes, of course Miss Sarah. He's expecting you, go right in."
As Sarah moved through the door, she could see Kat shockingly big and sprawled out on an oversize cushion, barely covered. She must have been over nine-feet-tall! Sarah felt a moment of jealousy as Wendel called out, "welcome, welcome. Come here my dear." He rose from his office desk, stepping closer to size her up. "We're still in quite short supply, but clearly we need to give you a boost. Now you see why we need to keep Derek motivated and focused. He's the key to our whole Rashja production."
So near to Wendel she couldn't think about Derek. She couldn't think about Kat. She couldn't think about anything. She needed him, badly. Her body carried her closer to him almost on instinct. She ran her hand through his hair, pressing her body close, already doing her best to seduce him. At her current height, her still clothed tits were almost at his eye level, so she pulled his face into them. He seemed surprisingly unaffected as he chuckled, "that's interesting. I guess we really need to get you satisfied."
He grasped her hand, leading her towards his office desk. He had read reports of the Rashja making Amazon's compliant, and was mentally taking notes of the experience. What he hadn't been told, is how much they needed, were driven, to get more Rashja. Normally such a beautiful woman, even a paid escort, was the object of desire. He wasn't used to the tables being turned and found the whole experience sexually empowering. "Take these off." He briefly tugged at her bottoms before slipping his own workout pants to the floor.
Sarah was a bit confused by her own actions. Something deep inside her wanted him, for sure. However, she was a giver. She was used to captivating men with her body and her sexual charms. Wendel was suddenly treating her like a task, like a doll. Moreso, she didn't seem to care or object, she just wanted him. She wanted him to do whatever he wanted to. She slipped her bottoms off as he requested before sitting back on the desk. She made another attempt at enticing him, reaching her hand down to his half flaccid member. "Do you need me to warm you up?"
"That'll certainly help get you what you want." She stroked him as he moved closer, still responding fairly slowly to her. He was already staring at her endowments, and she could see the familiar glimmer in his eye. He was not shy about reaching out to feel them, and she liked it. "Your tits are so gorgeous. Derek is a lucky I let him choose. Take this off, and squeeze them together for me." Some part of her recognized Wendel's actions, those of a john paying her for sex. Not at all like Derek. Derek enjoyed her. She briefly felt lucky Derek had picked her too. That is before this small part of her was shut away by the Rashja. It needed the Rashja, it needed Wendel. Her top was on the floor, and she held her tits in her hands, squeezing them together for him. He licked across his lips in a savoring gesture she understood. "Mmmm. One day soon I'm going to have to fuck those tits, they are so gorgeous. But for now, let's get you what you need." He maneuvered himself inside her, standing at the edge of the desk, gently pumping towards her.
Wendel silently thanked the creators of the Rashja. He felt it some kind of pleasurably sinister twist that it had to be delivered via sex -- that the Amazon's would crave the Rashja so much. He leaned in, hugging his face close. She quickly took the hint, burying him in her tits as he pumped into her. Even at her smaller size, they were still so big. He had endulged himself with Kat like a kid at a candy store, and loved every minute of it. However, she Sarah was so different, plush with womanly curves, and he found the sensation of burying himself in her body very pleasurable.
He had to remind himself this wasn't for pleasure. He was trying to give Sarah a dose of Rashja. She needed it to remain an Amazon Protector. Without it she'd return to her normal size in just a few more hours. He moved his body with urgency, enjoying her just enough to keep his excitement building. A few more thrusts, and he felt himself unload into her. She stayed close, letting him get every last bit he could spare into her. When he pulled free, she turned back against the desk waiting for it to happen. The warm feeling began immediately, pleasuring her unlike any climax could. It took a minute more for the sernasa to begin. That's what he told them it was called when they swelled. It was slow at first, then she felt it going faster. "Oooh yes," she vocalized a bit of the pleasure as she felt her ass sliding up against the edge of the desk.
Wendel watched her grow, wondering how much she'd get out of it. Their Rashja suppily was dangerously low, and he'd saved himself for most of the day to get her another proper dose. It seemed to be paying off as inch after inch was added to her frame. She slipped her butt onto the desk, and with eyes closed, silently braced against the sensations. Wendel watched patiently, feeling an exciting awe watching her sernasa in such close proximity. When it finally slowed to a stop, he gestured for her to stand. "Let's see if that was enough." Wendel was pleased as she stood, her tits rising up half over his head. He guessed that she was probably eight or ten inches taller now. Maybe seven-foot-six? He'd get the official number in his report. Her breasts seemed bigger too, and he did his best to suppress his interset as he looked up past them. "Excellent. Now, tell me about Derek. How are you taking care of him?"
Even in the wake of her sernasa, Sarah felt a sliver of displeasure at his uninterested and matter of fact style. The Rashja pushed it away as it compelled her to comply, but she still felt it. "Since you left me to take care of him two days ago, I've given him oral sex three times, bathed him once, cooked him dinner twice, and let him..." She hoped that it was half her own sarcastic wit that caused the laundry-list response.
Wendel held up his hand to cut her off. "My mistake. I don't need to know exactly how you're taking care of him, just that you are. Remember, we need to keep him focused on the Rashja production. Keep pampering him, but not too much. I need him refreshed and working in the lab. Go ahead and get back to him now."
Sarah pulled her clothes back on as quickly as she'd removed them. She couldn't wait to get back to Derek. The Rashja now willed it, but she liked him too, making her drive all the more powerful. She turned to Kat, nodding briefly to say goodby as she headed to the door. A moment later she was out of the room.
Wendel had already made his way over to where Kat was lying on the special cushion he'd had made for her. She was still clothed in one of the same stretch outfits he'd had made special for the two of them. Despite how stunning her body was, even just two days later he was growing tired of the same boring clothing. Before he added too many more to the ranks of his Protectors, they would need some more attractive outfits, with more variation. He made a mental note.
Kat didn't move, merely watching him intently as he approached. Being almost half-again larger than normal, her body looked like a statue, measuring in last at eight-foot-four. Lying on her side, the impression of being chiseled from marble was further encouraged by her incredibly deliberate pose. One arm held her head, and her legs were comfortably offset from one another in an all too perfect way. Her waist was wide enough to reach a comfortable seat height, so as Wendel reached her, he sat onto her hip facing her. Their positions allowed a comfortable, if unconventional, conversational distance as she spoke up. "You know if Sarah's not doing the job, I'm sure I could properly motivate Derek." Even as she remained relaxed, he noticed a little flicker in her eye, reminding him she could turn into a lioness at any moment.
"I'm sure you could." Had Kat been this alluring before? Wendel was fascinated with everything about the Rashja. In the two days since he'd transformed them, it seemed she was always angling for another dose. He didn't mind it, as she was incredibly sexy, and was really starting to grow comfortable in her new skin. "It's only been two days. Besides, she's just there to make him comfortable. The science takes time, and I have full confidence in him."
"I simply want to end the Rashja shortage. It would be a shame for me to be back to Sarah's size, don't you think? Except her tits of course." Her hand appeared and slid up her torso. "You seemed to really like them. Do you prefer them that big?" She placed her hand onto her clothed breast. "Or do you like them tight and firm like mine? It's okay, be honest." Sarah's outrageous curves made him want her as a plaything. However, Kat's athletic frame, sultry attitude, and Rashja infused stature commanded his attention figuratively and literally. In a world where he could have anything, do anything, afford anything, he found her sexual and physical superiority incredibly sexy. Even knowing the Rashja compelled her to his will, he found himself waiting for her to take the lead, hoping for it. Right now she just looked up at him, waiting an answer. It was their little game, and he tried his best to play it.
"They evoke a certain, reaction. I can't deny it." Kat slipped her hand into her top, the movement of her fingers seductively showing through the fabric. "It's more of a fascination really. Like an exotic car you have to drive, or a racehorse you have to ride just once." Her fingers reached and pressed at her nipple, shifting the fabric to expose several inches of the bottom curve of her breast. Wendel couldn't help but watch and admire, making no attempt to hide it. "You, my dear, are a wild animal, untamable. I'm rapt watching what you'll do next, never feeling fully safe or in control."
She looked up at him as if considering his answer. "A thrill seeker. I suppose I would be too if I could buy and sell half the world before sundown." Really it seemed like she was just buying time as she fondled herself. "So it excites you then, knowing that I could snap you in half? The rush of danger." Her question obviously rhetorical, she removed her hand and pressed it to the floor. Like a greek goddess in motion, she lifted her head and shoulders away from the floor, propping herself up with one straight arm.
They were almost eye-to-eye now, and her eye-contact made him miss where her other hand was going until it was too late. He felt her palm slip under his seat, lifting him off her as if he weighed no more than a gallon of milk. He reached for her shoulder to catch his balance. A moment later she was standing, effortlessly holding him in one hand as she walked towards the window. "What will you do with it all?" Mid-stride, her hand gripped around one of his thighs, leaving him sitting on her wrist and forearm, still steadying himself against her.
"You mean the Rashja? You know the answer to that my dear. The Amazon Protectorate." Kat seemed so controlled that her next move was a complete shock. She pressed her hand against the floor-to-ceiling glass of his office as if testing it, then with a calculated shove, she fractured a side of the panel. The safety lamination held the panel together even as it showed the spiderwebs of cracked glass. Her shove had freed one side from it's mounting, opening the room to the shocking chilled wind and noise of the outside. Wendel felt sudden fear of her unpredictability, as she calmly and methodically smashed her hand against the remaining edges of the glass until the entire pane was broken enough that the bulk of it fell free. All the while she had been carrying yet ignoring Wendel, demonstrating it was no impediment to the task at hand.
The window dispatched, Wendel felt her full attention fall on him. "No, I mean The World. What will you do with The World if we give it to you?" She walked right to the edge of the open section, her free hand falling on the steel that formerly held the top of the glass about twelve feet off the floor. In the process, Wendel felt himself cross the threshold, and grabbed around her shoulder with every bit of strength he could muster. He felt the wind buffeting him, the air open beneath him, and what moments ago had been playful was turned into gripping fear for his life.
Kat's feet were inches from the edge, as she had absolutely no fear of falling. The Rashja gave her perfect precision, stability, strength. She felt like marble, carving through a soft malleable world. The steel beam's softness was apparent in hand, and she was careful not to squeeze and distort it. "Consider your answer carefully. What will you do if I don't drop you to your death?" She leaned herself out so she was hanging past the threshold, held in by her grip on the beam above. "I think I could even jump with you just to watch. I suspect I would survive the fall. Answer wisely. What will you do if I let you take over the world?"
Wendel's few options were rushing through his head. He thought the Rashja compelled them, and debated commanding her to bring him back inside. Only he didn't trust it. What if she wasn't bluffing? What if she thought him a tyrant and dropped him to his death? What if the Amazon's lost their free will, but not their justice? What if they wouldn't serve a tyrant?
He wasn't a tyrant though. Not even close. He wanted to help people. He wanted the Amazons to help people. The Protectorate. To end needless suffering and war. He'd answer then, it was his only way out. He realized he had barely looked at her since she began dangling his life out the building window. When he caught her eyes, they had a fierce look of determination. He filled his lungs, preparing the voice he'd need to be heard over the buffeting wind. "I will make it better."
Kat looked him over as if considering his answer. Then slowly, she receded back into the safety of the building, Wendel still clutching onto her for dear life. She still carried him effortlessly on her forearm, showing no sign that holding his weight produced any strain. Only a few steps away from the window, the windy noise was gone and she was able to speak normally, "That will do. For now."