goddess resort part 22

* Home Audience

Mark was mid-way through brushing his teeth when he heard his wife Suzanne shouting from the bedroom. "Honey, isn't this your friend Chris on the news?" Did she expect a response? He obviously couldn't see the TV from the bathroom. By the time he finished rinsing, he was very ready for sleep.

"What's this about Chris on the news?" It wouldn't be the first time. Chris was no celebrity, but he did occasionally end up in some local news on-location piece. Rounding the corner and seeing the TV screen jolted Mark awake. Chris was being interviewed all right, his face flanked on either side by the biggest sets of bikini clad boobs Mark had ever seen on broadcast television. Then the camera pulled out, showing the news-anchor and Chris dwarfed by two Pink Ice go-go girl models who both towered over him, impossibly appearing at least seven feet tall!

"There you have it folks. Seeing is believing. This is RNN, bringing you live coverage of tonight's Pink Ice promotion, where this startlingly small new Vodka brand shows that to party with the big guys, you need to bring the big girls." The anchor smiled as the frame slid into an inset, revealing a young and slightly awkward looking woman at a news desk. Suzanne muted the volume before the anchor started to speak.

"That's your friend Chris, isn't it?" Mark nodded as he snapped back to the moment, crawling into his side of the bed. He'd heard some crazy rumors about some demonstration with extra tall female models, but this was the first he'd seen of it -- and somehow Chris was in the middle of it; of course Chris was in the middle of it. "Maybe you should go meet with him. Get the inside scoop. Or you could invite him over to dinner."

"Excuse me?" The emotion that came over Mark was part jealously, part apprehension, part mind tensing frustration. Yet again Chris was in the limelight. They were the best of friends, but sometimes it felt like he'd lived in that guy's shadow his whole life. But there was something more. Why was his wife so interested in this? "Every time I meet him you bring up that --one-- time I got propositioned at his apartment. I deserve a gold metal for hanging around him and staying true, not the second degree you give me. Yet suddenly you want him over for dinner?" Mark realized how defensive he sounded. Was he threatened? Certainly his wife wasn't after Chris, and his wife, while attractive, wasn't the kind of woman Chris would give a second glance.

"Honey. Are you seeing the same news program I am?" She gestured towards the still muted screen, where previously recorded footage showed a raven haired Pink Ice model working a packed line outside the club. She was outrageously gorgeous, wearing a branded bikini that left nothing to the imagination. A patron was posing for a picture as she towered a head and a half taller than him, her wrist casually draped over his shoulder. Mark's wife stated the obvious, "that woman looks almost eight feet tall, and she's not the only one! That's freakishly not possible. Don't you want to know how they got that way? Aren't you just the least bit curious?"

"It is pretty shocking." She had a point. Mark watched as the model playfully rustled the man's hair; the gesture briefly hugged the full side of his face into her barely covered breast, at which point he nearly lost his balance, looked up in embarrassment, and was just as quickly encouraged back into the line. It happened fast enough that it could have bee missed, but Mark's wife obviously saw it, because she started laughing immediately.

"That guy got a little more than he bargained for." She started at the screen as her laughing slowly faded, and she continued her previous thought. "Plus, it's not like you've ever complained about his young bimbos. I'm just saying, if you want to go find out what this is all about, I trust you. I just want a full report."

"Ohh my God," chris exclaimed at a new shock on screen. The footage had shifted to a pre-recorded clip from some kind of indoor event they titled 'The Protectorate Press Conference', where an even bigger woman was in a handstand, doing a full-split, dwarfing an adult man. Not only that, but the man was holding her ankle overhead as she easily lifted it and him several inches off the ground. Suzanne's head was tilted, as if it would help her understand what she was seeing. By Mark's calculations, the woman was easily twelve feet tall. Like the man who strands there watching a tornado, he felt chills and a sinking feeling in his stomach, mixed with overpowering curiosity.

"Alright. I'll find out what's going on, but not tonight." When his wife tore herself away from the screen to acknowledge him, her eyes were bright and wide with excitement. A moment later she had slid over to him under the covers. Her hands groped around while her bedroom eyes gave him her very best come-hither look. Mark didn't mind this part of the evening.

* On Location

"There you have it folks. Seeing is believing. This is RNN, bringing you live coverage of tonight's Pink Ice promotion, where this startlingly small new Vodka brand shows that to party with the big guys, you need to bring the big girls." Kathy smiles into the camera for a few seconds more, until the red on-air light goes out, before turning back to Chris.

"Alright, I plugged your brand, now for your end of the deal. Tell me something, anything, about what is going on here." Chris was still flanked by two models in bikinis whose perfectly trim bodies would have unnerved Kathy enough under normal circumstances. However, at the moment they were seven foot tall and proportionally more enviable. Kathy couldn't help but occasionally dart her eyes at each of them.

"I'd be overstepping my bounds to tell you how the Amazon's come to be. However, I can say that this is not the first time humans have been," he struggled a moment to find the word, "enhanced, the way you see here. The Amazon represents power and radiance, and tonight they bring it to Pink Ice." Chris realized that last bit came out a bit too showman like, as if they were still on the air.

The gears in Kathy's mind were already set in motion dissecting his comment. Enhanced? So this was something done to them? That should have been obvious. What would they have been otherwise? "How long does it take, to enhance them?" She threw it out with impatience, as her mind had a dozen other questions waiting behind it.

Before Chris could even answer, Kathy's attention was pulled away by another gorgeous woman in a Pink Ice bikini approaching. Kathy recognized her. She had been in a black dress outside earlier, only now she was taller, much taller. Kathy's jaw dropped when she realized Chris's head didn't even make it to the height of her shoulders! This woman had as much height on the Amazon's flanking Chris as they had on him; which meant she had to be easily eight-feet-tall; Kathy realized she'd grown a foot taller in no more than the last twenty, maybe thirty minutes. This was absolutely incredible.

Chris watched Allison take all of Kathy's attention away, and figured she answered more questions than he was going to anyway. Kathy's next question was directed at up at the amazon, "what's it like?"

Allison looked down at Chris, checking if it he would dissuade her from talking to the reporter. He nodded, consenting to her answer. "Liberating." Allison's posture shifted towards Kathy as she slowly leaned down. "Empowering. Addictive." By the time Allison stopped, her oversize face was unnervingly close, and Kathy was graced with a perspective on impossibly perfect breasts that she really didn't need.

Meanwhile, Suzanne shot Chris a look that was unmistakable - she was somehow displeased, knowing there was only one way Allison was a foot taller. Suzanne didn't bother asking about it. Instead she interrupted Allison's little dominance moment with the reporter. "You'll have to excuse us. I need to speak with Chris about something important." She beamed Allison a mock-evil look.

Kathy snapped out of her Allison induced trance. "Na-No problem. We're all wrapped up." Suzanne hadn't waited for her to answer, and was already leading Chris away by the hand. Kathy shouted after them, "hey, can we take some more B-roll footage?" Chris waved his hand back at her. He wasn't thinking about it and didn't much care. He was being dragged off by his Amazon enhanced girlfriend, because she couldn't wait to keep pace with her enhanced stripper friend. He was starting to see the world of Goddess Resort come crashing into his own.

* Resort Coup

Simon/Cheri/fake-Wendel - goddess resort board shock at these two situations. want to open GR-East ahead of schedule. Mysterious oversight forces them not to. Simon is just told GR-East is on hold until further notice. Simon discussed with Cheri about how the whole things sounds fishy. ( maybe it's suzanne who does it? )

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