* Level Two Awaits
While Vanessa freshened herself, Chris strode naked out onto the balcony. It was dusk, and the pool was empty save a few scattered patrons. He looked out onto the resort, really the world, with new eyes. In just the short timespan of a few hours, his mind had been opened to possibilities of reality he didn't know existed. Something, something this resort was doing, was transforming women. He thought back to his orientation, the three levels. Only Vanessa and the scuba master Gina had been showing obvious enough signs that he had even seen a hint of what was to come. It seemed obvious, the levels must separate patrons in different stages. His mind giddied at the thought of a scene filled with the kind of presence and power Vanessa was becoming. His balcony was on the second floor, and a female patron looked up at him as she walked towards a building entrance below. She had brown hair, hair tied back, a black bikni, and a beaming smile as she checked him out, blowing him a kiss.
When he noticed Vanessa standing naked inside the threshold, he had no idea how long she had been standing there. He gestured to her, but she held out her hand, "I would love to enjoy the sunset with you, but please do not ask. They have requested I stay out of sight until we reach level two, and I fear I couldn't resist you." He understood, and re-entered the privacy of his room. As he approached, he could see her proportions were becoming even more surreal. Her shape still appeared slender and feminine, but in fact her shoulders were broad and crested above his head. In her smile and her face he could see the young girl, whom he thought not to be more than twenty years old, but her presence was something else entirely, ageless and timeless.
He momentarily didn't know how to approach her, with her face and lips now more than a foot above his own. He reached his arm straight out, placing his palm just below her left breast. Her rib cage rose and fell with her breathing, and they both stood silent, pondering the wonder of the situation. Then it stopped. She closed her eyes and shutdown to weather the pain, which in these recent sernasa had been excruciating. She counted to herself, one, two, so far the surges hadn't lasted long. At first he mistook it for her inhale, but as his hand rose with her body, he could see she it was happening again. His eyes darted about, instinctively seeking out sources of motion in his view; her shoulder blocking more of the wall behind her; her nipples slowly rising higher. Only his subconcious could percieve the subtle swelling and filling out happening to every part of her, and a chill ran through him as he watched it. Vanessa on the other hand, was at the edge of breaking. As she counted out the final seconds, she wanted to breath but feared she would scream, eighteen, ninteen. The process took less than half a minute, and as it slowed to a stop, he tried to judge how much she had grown. Three inches? More?
As she felt the pain subside, she took in one deep breath, then another. Simply returning to normalcy felt euphoric, not that anything about her situation was normal. She let her eyes open and looked down at the top of Christopher's head. His arm was still extended against her, and he was staring straight across at her body, really at her breasts. She loved the feeling, the way he marveled at her. She stood motionless for a moment, except for her breathing. They would be escorted to level two soon, and she didn't know how much longer she'd be with him. The bracelet on her wrist provided some confidence, but she knew the rules. Her half would be returned to him, and she was forbidden from accepting it again for a full day. It was the resort's attempt to keep patron interactions fluid, free of politics. Of course she could refuse the advances of others, but it was a great risk. If she was without the Rashja for too long, the effects would fade, and fade quickly.
He was started by arms closing in on either side, and a moment later they were around him. He let himself be pulled in, not that he could have resisted, and wrapped his arms around her. He lay his cheek against her chest, his hip against her thigh, and sank into her. He felt overly aware of her huge breast squeezed against his chin, neck, and chest, the feeling both comforting and arousing. He leaned all his weight into her. Vanessa on the other hand, was afraid to feel him at first, treating him like an eggshell for fear of hurting him. Her mind recalled more bits of her orientation. Don't worry about your vessel. You can kiss, and hug, even squeeze them to your hearts delight. The Rashja, and your instincts, will not allow you to hurt them. She was doubtful at first, as his body felt so fragile. However, she let herself embrace him, and as soon as she did, she felt the resistance. It was not a physical resistance mind you, but a mental one. She let her mind squeeze him, and while she still felt no more than a light pressure on her skin, she found great comfort in removing her restraint. Ever since she had splintered a chip off the marble tub with merely her grip, she had been walking around worried that a one errant move could be disastrous. Being free of the burden was incredibly calming. "They'll be here soon," she slipped her fingers into his hair, brushing through it as she looked down at him, "to escort us to level two." They both had the same thought. They didn't know if they would ever be ready to part, but certainly not now. Still, they were excited to see what else was in store.
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The escort to level two had been uneventful. Vanessa had recognized Cheri's face from the video monitor, and while she'd asked Chris to dress and given Vanessa a coverup, there was no hiding a woman more than seven feet tall. Fortunately the hallways were dark, and patrons were either at dinner or busy skipping dinner with activities in their rooms. At the moment both Chris and Vanessa were seated at a round dining table eating. They were both famished, and Chris must have drank three glasses of resort punch only halfway through his meal. Cheri was sitting with them as well, the three of them spaced equally around the table.
As they ate, Cheri had spent the time repeating information from orientation and explaining level two. "..but of course you know most of this already. Now I need to talk to you about something particularly important, and that's the sponsorship process you two are taking part in." Both of them peaked up and glanced at each other. "Normally we bring patrons into level two alone, when they are individually ready. This serves a number of goals, not the least of which is to prevent patrons from becoming too attached to eachother. This is a delicate issue. Attachment is unavoidable, and I can obviously see you two have become quite fond of one another. Nevertheless, this attachment, and the emotions it gives rise to, jealousy, anger, hurt, resentment, or even scorn, can be especially problematic in the environment you are a part of."
Cheri turned to address Vanessa specifically, "you have no doubt seen some of what you are capable of." The whole topic brought a dour damper over an otherwise euphoric experience. "You should therefore understand why it's so important that we maintain the resort policy of absolutely no violence." They both nodded. "We've only had one incident at the resort, and that incident started with a sponsorship just like this one. Since they've we've come up with a number of procedures to avoid it, the first of which I'm going to begin right now." She turned her attention to Chris. "Chris, I'm sure you can see the seriousness of that matter I'm referring to." Remembering the several moments of fear he'd experienced simply being next to Vanessa so far, he could imagine how the slightest whim of one of the patrons could have a horrible result. "Our solution is simple, Chris, I'm sure you don't wish any such violence or trouble to occur, so I'd like you to make that abundantly clear to Vanessa now, in your own words. It's not possible to change her emotions, but her actions will be guided by your request. It's very important that you use your own words, because it must be a sincere expression of your will for her to honor it. Simply repeating something I tell you to say does not make it your own desire." She sat expectantly, waiting for him to begin.
He turned to Vanessa. She was wrapped in a robe made of thin white fabric. It was sleeveless, but was wide and fell well past her shoulders, Chris found it reminiscent of something a Jedi would wear, over other clothing. Cheri had said that trying to clothe patrons at this point was futile, and he could see why. Even just during the time they sat eating and listening, she had experienced another growth event. Just seeing her direct attention at him again caused his heart to skip a beat. "Vanessa, we've both seen what you're capable of." She couldn't restrain a smirk at her thought, no you really havn't. "Given the incredibly sexy power you are gaining access to," he threw that in there for some levity, and it sent her over the edge into a quick laugh, "I believe it is very important for you to avoid hurting anyone in the resort," she nodded. He felt there should be more, he paused, and then finished, "or damaging anything valuable." Valuable, after he said it he realized how subjective it might be. Still, requesting her not damage anything was unreasonable, how would she open a sugar packet, or be allowed to cause normal wear and tear to clothing. He didn't know how this command thing worked, but he thought she should have some wiggle room. He turned back to Cheri to see if his expression was sufficient.
"Thank you. Regarding the matter of attachment more directly, we try to avoid any partners becoming too insular." Vanessa had feared this moment. She had been told the rules. She had delayed contacting staff as long as possible, for fear of them being separated. She was not an attachment kind of girl. On the application form for the resort, she'd had trouble counting the number of men she'd been with in the past year. However, her body hungered him with a force that was more than an emotion, and it hungered him, frequently. It took her a moment to even return to listening to Cheri.
"Normally this happens naturally, as promoting patrons at different times causes them to become close with several partners. However, your case is especially unique. We've never had anyone with sernasa," she caught herself mid sentence, remembering Chris wouldn't know the word. "...rather with growth spurts this strong at level one." She was proud of how her artful phrasing dodged the truth. The truth that it was really Chris, with the unusual tonyata and Rashja levels, that was the cause of all this. It would be better, especially for Chris, if that was kept from everyone. "I wish we could use a similar technique to address this, but we cannot. Even if I convinced you of the importance, young Vanessa here is the most amazingly stunning entrant into level-two we've ever had," Cheri and Chris both turned to as she blushed at the unexpected complement, "and there is no way you would will to be apart from her."
Cheri had worked for hours on this part of the speech, and her words were carefully chosen. If Vanessa felt she was the privileged one, that she didn't need Chris, she'd be more likely to pick another partner, and in turn, for Chris to pick another partner. If Chris was held by only one goddess, with his incredible Rashja levels, jealousy could brew, and they might have another incident. Cheri had advised against even allowing him to continue in the resort, arguing that he should be segregated for medical study, circulated with controlled medical staff only. However, Dr. Foley refused. We're not operating a prison here Miss Hapsburg. In his mind, the safety controls were enough.
"Still, I've reminded you about our bracelet rules, and I strongly encourage you to engage with the community. Chris, remember that if Vanessa has trouble sharing you, and she will given the process she's going through, you can simply will her to." That was her ace in the hole. She may be stunning for a patron entering level two, but they were both in for quite a shock. Few men, upon seeing level two, wouldn't at least want to dabble with other partners. She simply reminded him that ultimately, despite every and all outward appearance, he was in control, mostly. "Understood?" They both nodded.
"Now onto lighter matters." They had both finished there meals, and a staff member refreshed their drinks before taking their plates away. "As a simply matter of theatre, we encourage you both to refer to female resort patrons as 'goddess' from here on out." Chris and Vanessa looked at each-other. She gave him a mock-superior expression and they both laughed a little together. "This isn't strictly required, it's simply something that makes the environment more fun. Male patrons, on the other hand, should be referred to with a variety of endearing phrases, the more variety the better. Vessel, treasured, favored, giver, experiment and see what you can come up with. Don't be offended if someone slips and uses something inappropriate, just laugh." This was taking so long, Chris was actually getting tired. It was dark outside, and it had been a long day. He was thrilled to hear her wrap up her long monologue, "I think I've given you more than enough to take-in. Shall we?"
* The 'Fields'
Dr. Foley was retiring for the evening exhausted. Today was an exceptionally busy day, both because of the larger number of inbound and outbound guests, but also because of how Cheri was incessantly over-analyzing their anomaly. Sure, there was something to learn from it, but he was confident it would work itself out in the end. He stopped by a lit up glass window inside the operational complex for the resort. It was a view onto the hydroponics production for Rashja. This room was their most valuable asset. Like a poppy field, or semiconductor factory, the room almost literally grew money. The plants were individually small, so the facility was tightly packed. Six tiers from floor to cieling, filling up 3000 square feet. It was estimated to equal the growing capacity of more than 4 acres of soil. Temperature and humidity controlled, the growing conditions remained perfect 365 days a year. The plants had proven especially hard to artificially cultivate, with a seeding process dependent on animal involvement much like the Rashja itself.
GIven how hard it had been for his team to achieve sucess even with amazing modern technology, he often wondered how the Aztecs could have possibly figured out the cycle. Yet it was clear they did, and thankfully they inscribed it. If not, it's might have been centuries before it was rediscovered. It might never have been, species on planet Earth were becoming extinct every day on planet earth. This anomoly Cheri was so concerned about did yield a clue. Dr. Foley wondered if perhaps the Aztecs hadn't actually grown or found much Rashja at all. With vessels like Christopher, it might not require nearly as much of the substance to achieve a result. Yes, he decided that must be it. He pulled out his voice recorder and made a mental note for him to later consider the implications.
Currently he was more focused on their project to move the Rashja production offsite. It had been important at first to have it here, mostly to shorten the cycle for adjustments and research. However, early on they realized the risk. Their patron screening was excessive, but not infallable. If a malicious patron was able to make it even through level-two, the steel doors and electrical traps protecting the growing bay wouldn't protect it. Of course having it on-site did prevent it from being breeched by outside parties. They always maintained a rotating set of goddess staff members, hidden among the patrons. He couldn't imagine anyone getting through them, let alone a handful of the patrons he was sure they could recruit if it ever turned into a firefight. Their decided solution was to build another facility large enough to house a similar rotating goddess guard staff. It was a large undertaking, and not one they could manage until they had reached their present scale. After that, there was still the matter of securing the transport routes, keeping the location a secret, and of course, making sure they never hired any compromised employees. His head hurt as the flurry of details he'd been working on for months again frustrated and overwhelmed him, reminding him it was truly time to sleep. Another day.
* Level Two
Cheri had let them through the entrance and simply left. It had been explained that level two no longer used assigned rooms. Rooms were cleaned daily, and patrons simply finger-print keyed into any empty room, using it until the next day. Their check-in belongings would all be kept until their departure. Whatever coverups and clothing were needed would be provided by the hotel staff. Vanessa had already realized her clothes and things would be no good to her now that she was well over seven feet tall, with the end not even in sight. However, Chris at first felt surprised, even a little violated at the news. It didn't take long to see the fairness in the situation, as everyone would be in standard resort garments. Chris had turned over his clothes for his first pair of heathered brown beach shorts.
Chris looked up at Vanessa, "Goddess Vanessa," even just the first time he found it fun to say. Theatre. "Shall we?" He held his hand to her. Even in the dim lighting he had to admire their garment design. Apparently there was some choice in female dress, and the item she had picked out was was both functional and sexy. Light flowing fabric was held to her by three thin elastic belts, one each at her waist, mid tummy, and immediately under her breasts. She left the center belt unfastened, and it pulled open a diamond shaped pattern of skin on her torso. The bottom of the dress was about knee length, currently.
It had been several hours since her last tonyata, and Vanessa was beginning to grow hungry for him. In the female orientation, they had explained that once women were participating in the ritual, there was no need to eat normal food. They could eat of course, for pleasure or for fun, but their only desire would be for the tonyata. She had eaten along with Chris during dinner so he didn't feel awkward. She was becoming annoyed at the secrecy, but had been warned that revealing details to male patrons was grounds for expulsing, and she wanted anything but that. She was excited to see level two, and level three, and experience it all. Right now though, she was more excited to ravage him and take her next tonyata. To do so would be completely within his will. Demonstrate your strength, as much as possible. She decided on a compromise.
She bent over eye to eye with him for a moment, her boobs almost falling out of the loose fabric. "I am so excited," to have you in my mouth, she almost blurted it out and had to catch herself. She reached right past his outstretched offering, her hands under each of his arms, and stood up to her full height. She playfully held him a bit above her, and his feet dangled more than two feet off the ground. It would have looked awkward to see, as she wasn't big enough to look like she could lift him like this, but his weight felt like only a few pounds to her. She was starting to realize, really realize, how much she was enjoying this. She brought him closer, and connecting their lips, gave him her finest does of Vanessa's make-you-want-me. He could already feel the size difference of her lips and tongue, and the way she forced, tangled and reatreated made him want to just keep kissing her, for hours. Her breasts were flattened into his tummy, and just as he was about to try to wrap his legs around her, she broke their kiss and moved him away. "Now, I know mamma bear there wants us to share and all, and I'm happy to share you," she really wasn't, but she was going to try to follow directions, for now. "But I'm simply dying for you, my giver." That was the phrase she liked best. "It's hard to explain, but this process, I have this hunger. I need to taste you, and soon. Promise me you won't dismiss me, not tonight. Promise me I can pamper you soon."
This whole situation was so impossibly erotic for Chris he thought he had died and gone to heaven. She waited expectantly on his response, "Vanessa, my goddess." She couldn't see it, but down past her protruding breasts his arousal was already visibly pup-tenting the standard issue beach shorts. "I promise you I won't dismiss you tonight. We are bracelet bound. Further, even without knowing what's in store, I can promise you I will bind you again and again, if you will have me. If we must play a part, we must enjoy the community, then I'll do it." He surprised himself with his choice of words. Theatre. He could see how these little words and trappings brought it out so naturally and made no attempt to resist it as he continued, "and I'll probably enjoy it, but I will return to you til the end, if you will have me. You are my goddess." She breathed a sigh of relief and brought him close only briefly for a kiss before waiting on her other request.
This girl really knows how to get what she wants. Chris had dated many girls, really kids, ten years his junior. They generally didn't have the mental will to challenge or assert any point with him, other than their fleeting emotions. Vanessa was different, and he liked it. He saw no reason for her to want for anything. "As for the pampering, I am your giver, and I think we can do better than soon." He tilted his head to draw attention to the response in his shorts.
She had a suspicion what he meant, and she didn't bother to look down. Instead she just lifted him up, and up, until his erection crested into her view, her hunger kicked into overdrive. "I see, my strapping one." He was now four feet off the ground, and momentarily he like a ten foot giant, sort of. His arms rested on hers, and looking down at her overly plump breasts so close to his excitement made him want to thrust towards them. "I will gladly take care of your predicament immediately, if you will kindly," his shorts were inconveniently in the way, and with the flood gates her need was driving her, she made a split second decision, "never-mind." She wasn't sure he could reach them anyhow, the way he was arm-straddling her hands. One of his shoulders began to dip, and as he felt her removing that support, he struggled to right his uneasiness. Before she even got her hand free he looked contorted and uneasy. She waited to see if he would get comfortable hanging from her one hand, but it didn't appear so. She would have ripped them free with her teeth if she could have done so without hurting him. Still, she had no desire to put him down.
Demonstrate your strength. She could certainly toss him over her shoulder and remove them, or allow him to hip straddle her to free her hands. Then she had an idea. She lifted one leg until she felt his feet brushing it. It didn't take long for him to get purchase. A moment later her inspiration had worked, and he was standing on her raised leg, steadied by her arms above. To someone nearby it would have looked peculiar, her in a crane kick pose, him much to large to look stable standing on her leg, but it posed no challenge for her. One of her hands now free, her delight in his captive predicament, was only balanced by her hunger's growing immediacy. She'd have to save the games for later. She ran her fingers down his tummy, and pulled his shorts free, dropping them to his feet. Her fingers held his cock while she licked it a couple times, "I'm going to make this one quick as I think we'd both like to see level two." He issued no objection, both turned-on and unnerved by his perch. After placing his tip between her lips, she resisted her natural urge to bob her head into him. Instead she laid her palm on his hip. His tush felt as soft as whipped cream as she pressed him towards her, ever so slowly swallowing his cock. She liked the feeling of manipulating him so much that it momentarily overrode her impatience. For several minutes, she drew him even more slowly across her lips and tongue, enjoying every sensation. At each inward draw, she could feel her breasts pressing against his legs. It caught her by pleasant surprise when she felt him spasm and tasted the warm nectar flowing into her mouth. She licked him clean, pulled up his shorts, and carefully lowered him.
* Through the rabbit hole
It had taken a few awkward strides for them to figure out how to walk together. He finally settled on holding her fingers, and she kept her arm swinging to a minimum. As they walked the level two pool area, the surroundings were vaguely familiar. There were hardly any lounge chairs, and he wondered where eveyone sat. There were few patrons still out this late, and they were generally secluded off to the side, hardly visible in the darkness. However, as they approached the center cantina, there was a bit of ruckus, and they headed towards it.
Three goddess were around a high bar table, upon which three men were sitting naked, legs dangling over the edge. The goddess were not all the same size, and as they got close, Chris could see the bar tabletop was unusually high on his chest. A blond goddess bent down after glancing at Vanessa's bracelet, immediately addressing Chris, "hello little master, we're playing musical cock, would you and your goddess like to join?" It took him a minute to even fathom what she might have meant by that. Musical chairs, sexual something, he had no idea how it worked, but they were supposed to share right. He peeked at Vanessa, and she was just waiting for him to answer.
"Kendra, be nice to the new folks." The voice came from the other side of the table. She was obscured from Chris by the patrons on the table, but Vanessa could see she was dark olive skinned, maybe Indian, and clearly taller than her. "Sorry, she can be a little brash. Some of us prefer the term musical tonyata. We walk around the table and sing a tune, when we're done, we stop, and we get just one minute with whomever we stop in front of. Then we giggle and laugh, maybe someone has a sernasa, and we do it all again."
The only thing Chris could think of was, when in Rome. "Sure, I'm game, maybe only a couple rounds, as I'm pretty tired." Everyone in the group, even the men, laughed.
Kendra, still kneeling down to Chris, explained, "that's what they all said when we started, two hours ago." She stood, and the ladies were already shifting their male patrons around the table to make an evenly spaced spot for Chris. Kendra tapped it with her hand, and he hadn't even found Vanessa's eyes before he felt himself lofted into his spot. Vanessa cleared her throat and pulled at his shorts, giving him a reminder to strip them off. He did feel a bit awkward when they were clear, knowing there were four other naked men sitting in close proximity behind him. However, facing forward all he could see were a few bare legs, and it wasn't like he was interacting with them.
Then he heard a whisper from the guy to his left, "trust me, you want Kendra." Something about that was a little awkward, as he was sure at least some of the goddess could hear it. However, only Vanessa responded. She gave Chris a sinister wink as if to say, he ain't seen nothin' yet.
The dark skinned woman spoke up again, "one more little ground rule. We don't want any of the precious fluids lost, so no hand-jobs, and if it's not pleasurable, and he taps you on the head, you have to stop." Vanessa nodded. "And for our new malika, a tap on the head should be more like a smack if you want her to notice it. Alright here we go." The goddess all started to sing in unison, except for Vanessa, who just followed them around the walking circle. As they sang, Chris was treated to a rotating view of each of them.
First a stunning half-african goddess who was both taller, and even bustier than Vanessa. She was wearing a similar outfit. Then an olive skined indian girl, taller still, yet rail thin slender. Her dress was a halter that showed much more skin, covering only vertical strips over each firm and comparatively small, yet perfectly shaped breasts. She suggestively dragged her hand across his legs as she passed. He also picked up that they were silently mouthing the word 'cock' and touching themselves in suggestive ways, to punctuate the end of each verse. Following the indian girl came Kendra again, blond, stunning, the shortest of all but not by much, and a shape he could only explain as perfect. Her proportions were so perfect she didn't even stand out at first, but the more he looked at her, the more he could see it.
worship the goddess, pamper the master, drink, drink, three more times until i taste your,
worship the goddess, pamper the master, drink, drink, two more times until i taste your,
worship the goddess, pamper the master, drink, drink, one more time until I taste your,
worship the goddess, pamper the master, now I taste your tonyata!
He could hear Kendra somewhere behind him, yelling "cock" instead to finish the last verse. The Indian goddess stopped in front of him. After having just been drained by Vanessa, even the parade of half-naked goddess hadn't stirred him out of his resting state. She leaned in close and kissed him first, her hands fingering him down below. Then she went to work, mostly licking and twirling her tongue about him. Her style was very different from Vanessa, and he quite liked it. She did get him close to full stiffness in under a minute of lapping at him, and then the staff member behind the bar rang a bell. She rose and whispered to him, "you're goddess had you just before you arrived, didn't she?" Chris nodded, "smart girl." A moment later they started it all up again, the singing, the ring around the table of naked men, the flirty moments, until they stopped, tonyata!
This time Chris got the black goddess, and her approach was entirely different. She released the snap on her dress, revealing her mega size knockers. She was several inches taller than Vanessa, and even sitting up on the table they were above eye level. "Hello little pleasure, I'm Teri." As she leaned in, she took his hands and brought them up to the sides of the biggest cleavage he'd every seen, that he even knew existed. It was wrong for them to look so firm, yet feel so soft. Down below, her fingers stroked him as she whispered, "If you like them, you come find me tomorrow. After you oil them up, I'll boobyrub you so good you'll be begging to spray that come into me every twenty minutes. " He wasn't sure how much time she even had left when she leaned down to take him in her mouth, focusing as much attention on torso motion to rub her breasts on his legs as she did on his cock. He found himself considering her offer, more fantasizing about it, and if she had another minute, he certainly might have given up the tonyata. As the bell rung, he heard one of the men behind him moan from reaching his release. A minute later he found out which goddess he released into...
"Cha ching goddesses, another score for Kendra. Are we keeping score anymore? Maybe all four of you delicious vessels should come back to my room, where you can get as much Kendra as you want, all night long." Chris thought she was laying it on a little thick, and shook his head. "Ohh, don't you doubt it little master, I'm coming for you next." After he thought about it, he realized the girls had basically been rotating around the table. If they continued, he should have Kendra next. He felt a little worried she'd be that good, but he wasn't sure if it was because he could choose to have more of her, or because he wouldn't want to. They starting singing and twirling around...Kendra smiled a devious smile when, as she predicted, she stopped in front of him. "Get ready to see what you've been missing." Chris instinctively shot a glance to Vanessa to his left. She wasn't paying attention.
Vanessa had landed on the little whisperer who sang Kendra's praises to Chris in the beginning. She was sated from her recent tonyata, so she had just been messing around so far. She gave them just enough to enjoy it, but not enough to get anywhere. A couple times she was focused more on weathering her sernasa without bringing a stop to some part of the game. For this guy she had a different plan. She'd make him feel so good he'd beg her not to stop and then she would, assuming she could of course. She wasn't sure how that command thing worked exactly. She gave him her most sexy, I'm going to own your soul, look, before leaning her head down into his lap. She repeatedly timed her slow dragging tongue with several quick and tossing thrusts, and only a few seconds in he was already grabbing for the table.
Kendra rubbed her sex before she started, smearing the smell on his cheek. He had to admit, it was unusually intoxicating. She leaned into him, expertly licking, and twisting, and sucking at his cock with talent that so far seemed at least on par with Vanessa. Then he heard another guy, Vanessa's guy, start making lots of noise, "ohh ohh, ohh my god, ohh my god, more, more, more," his tone immediately changed, "what in the world? you're just going to stop? you can't just stop. Goddess, I command you to finish me now." For a moment Chris could hardly focus on Kendra's expert work, but then she did something amazing and he almost shouted out a blurt of extasy.
Vanessa had pulled herself off the little man just in time. She could have finished him, and she probably should have, but he had started a challenge, and she wanted to win it. She spoke softly to him, "you want to come? You tell them all who you think is better, Kendra or Vanessa. You make it nice and clear."
He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Kendra was his goddess, he didn't want to anger her, but Vanessa had produced sensations that had him reeling, even aching to come. He did the only thing he could think of, he tried again to command her, "Goddess, it is my will for you to do that again right now." She didn't feel the least bit compelled, not like she had with Chris. Her first guess was that it was related to the bracelet, the pairing, and she lifted her wrist and shook it in front of him. Just then the bell wrung.
Vanessa leaned in towards her still aching man, and whispered, "Too late, rules are rules. You'll always have the memory, the texture of my tongue dragging, the way I flick it and flick it against you," her voice emphasizing her words with tempo, "is that what you want right now?" She flicked the tip of her tongue on his cheek, "a little flick." Even the memory of the sensation, in his current state, was too much, and he crunched up trying to stop the reaction that was already in motion. Vanessa wasn't sure she could bring him there, but she was sure trying. She stepped back, and gestured the big black woman to her right toward the imminent gusher. The woman wasted no time in rushing herself onto his cock, milking it out of him as he spilled over.
Chris enjoyed Kendra's final moments of tonguing him clean almost as much as he enjoyed the climax. When she showed him a devious smile, some part of him wanted her to go back and and just keep going, which made her words all the more effective. "See tasty pop. All night long. I'll even let you fuck me after you come in my mouth a few times, if you're good." As she was talking, she had slipped her palm flat under him. Her other hand gently wrapped his shoulder, steadying him as she lifted him several inches off the table. She leaned her face close. "When was the last time you were fucked by a 19 year old, nearly eight-feet-tall, who could carry you around with her little finger." If Chris hadn't just popped, he got the feeling he might have, from her sexy advances and the way she was handling him as easily as she would a silver platter of tasty chocolates.
Vanessa turned back to her Christoper to see Kendra setting him back down on the table, glad not to feel any jealousy. She had missed Kendra's dialog, but had enough awareness to know she'd brought him to climax and had her fill. She was happy for him, apparently Kendra was quite good.
After Kendra's victory display with Chris, she felt it was time to throw down her royal flush. This wasn't her first night of musical cock. She knew her talents. She wasn't after the extra tonyata while playing like most women, though she got more than her fair share of it. To her, despite the clearly goddess dominated patron population, it only seemed natural for a goddess to be worshiped by many men. She played the game to collect new followers. In fact, she had left three men back in her room, with instructions that if they wanted her services, they should stay and rest up, and she'd treat them when she returned. They didn't always stay, but she didn't care. There were always more.
In fact, Kendra was aware of no faster progressing level two. She didn't, of course, know that Vanessa had only just arrived, was already three inches taller than her, and that tomorrow the gulf would be even larger. Looking at the table, she thought there was a good chance she have at least two, maybe all four of them. "Well, it's time for Kendra to retire to her private suite." She walked round the table in her final flirty show, not bothering with the partner she already knew was hers. You are all welcome to come with me. In reward for worshiping this gorgeous body, each time it's your turn, you can own me and command me. You just have to be polite and share." She stopped at the man immediately behind Chris, "so how about it big boy, do you need a reminder?" She leaned over and took his cock in her mouth, and had him whimpering in a few quick flips of her tongue. She pulled away, suggestively wiping her lips with her fingertips. He didn't even need to say it, it was obvious she had won him over. She tried the next man, and he didn't seem interested. She had suspected he was a boob man, and Teri was the biggest boobs in level two at the moment. Before she even got to Chris, who she also thought was in the bag, he was already off the table and walking away with Vanessa.
* Closing the night out
Inside the door of the first empty room they could find, both Chris and Vanessa burst out laughing. "Can you believe Kendra? It sounds like she has a male Harem!" Chris was shocked at the concept, but he shouldn't be. These women were goddesses afterall. Vanessa probably could have had every one of those guys coming back with her, if Chris allowed it.
Even as Vanessa was backing away he sensed she had grown more than he realized during the game. "Seemed like you liked her pretty well." She shot him a funny glance, "Though since you have me, I recommend the fully body bobby massage. We can stop by her tomorrow if you like." She had rounded the corner, her final words muffled by the closed bathroom door, "maybe she'll do me to!" Chris didn't realize she'd even heard that interaction or the offer.
Vanessa scanned the bathroom wall, and keyed in her thumbprint. The panel slid open and registered vitals and statistics. A moment later it showed her current height at eight-foot-four. Her jaw dropped a little, she was so distracted with the game even she hadn't realized. It showed a graph of her progress, compared with averages. It seemed like the kind of thing that encouraged folks to stay on track, but her graph sort of, established a new track of it's own. She remembered what Cheri said about her super sernasa, and she was certainly enjoying it. She stayed a moment to freshen up, before opening the bathroom door.
"Christopher, my dreamsickle," that didn't come out right and she laughed a little, "I have big news for you. You're goddess is, well, becoming more goddess-like for you." He was sitting on the bed in the dim room, and she looked incredible standing in the doorway. This room's proportions were a good deal larger, the doorframe several feet above her head, so it was hard to judge her height. "Would you like to come see?" She unsnapped the two clasps of her thin dress and slipped it off her shoulders. Chris couldn't resist, and approached her absolutely stunning naked form. Despite their familiarity, part of him was still intimidated. He stopped about an arms length away, powerless not to admire breasts directly in front of his face. As he found her eyes, despite being almost six feet tall, he felt like a kid looking up at an adult. The truth was that she was a full ten years younger than him. "Would you like to worship your goddess?" She giggled at her rhetorical question. She pulled him close while guiding her nipple right into his lips. It was huge in his mouth, and the feeling was surreal, part comfort, part hyper-sexuality. She looked down, and could see her one breast was about as big as his head, and as far as she knew, stage three, and the end of her growth, was quite a long way off. Goddess resort was far exceeding her expectations, both of their expectations. She felt the feather weight of his hands against her waist, and then cupping her breast. She stayed still, letting him fondle and suck at her skin. She enjoyed it. In the silence, his will still chanted in her head, demonstrate my strength.
He was looking at her with the biggest eyes she'd ever seen. "Wow, you're just so, big!" She bent down, scooping one arm behind his legs and one hand under arm, he was quickly off the ground. She hadn't expected to stop mid-lift, but seeing him sitting on her forearm, and hardly feeling his weight, was a real trip. She bounced him up and down gently in front of her. She knew he'd like it. Finished her plan, she brought him close, straddling his legs around her waist, and slipping him into a child's carry against her. He was still a bit too big for this to seem natural, and for a moment she felt like she was lifting a ten year old. The thought momentarily conflicted her emotions, as she would never carry, and then kiss, a child. However, he wasn't a child. She used her free hand to pull his lips to hers, and let herself disappear into the kiss.
When they broke free, his mind couldn't help pantomime what it was really thinking about. His eyes darted down to her breasts, as he thought about how they seemed bigger than him. She noticed the glance, and decided to tease him about it. She lifted a hand under the opposite side. "I bet you can't wait for them to be bigger." Then she reached for his hand, forcing him to repeat her gesture. When she released her hand, he could feel the feather weight of him pushing up into her, and her softness flowing around his small hand. She giggled at him, "soon you'll need my help to handle them, which I will gladly provide." She closed her eyes and weathered the pain of a sernasa. Wrapped around her like this, he could feel her swell as it happened. It took almost thirty seconds this time, and he could see the ground recede slightly below him.
There was still a little more time for fun before they'd both tire and drift off to sleep. She thought through the games and ideas from orientation. From worship and pamper, to court of the goddess. Looking down at him, she really just wanted to let him relax and wonder at her. She carried him to and laid him down on the bed. It was incredibly oversize for obvious reasons, and it made him look very small. Looking up at her, his view was filled with her breasts hanging over him, and he craned his neck to suckled at her. "Not yet little master." She held his hands above his head, and slowly kneaded her fingers down his body. His arms felt so small and soft. She continued massaging and could see he was already getting quite aroused. She would want the tonyata soon, but not yet. As she continued, massaging his legs, she leaned over, suggestively dragging herself on his chest. At times he ached to have his hands free. The way she was teasing her huge soft breasts made him want to caress and admire them, but he surrendered to her and loved it. He found if he whimpered enough, she'd notice his longing and sink her nipple and soft flesh against his lips for a few moments. Then she'd return her attention to carefully kneading her fingers around whatever tense muscle she had found.
She must have been at it for thirty minutes when he completely fell asleep. His cock however, was still hard. She bent down over him and took him in her mouth. She moved very slow, trying not to wake him. Truly he was neither awake nor alseep, but instead drifting between the two. Barely aware of her, barely aware of time. She was patient, as he didn't respond the way he did when he was awake. Eventually she could tell he was nearing the moment she needed. Chris was hardly even breathing heavy when his organ went to work, delivering the Rashja enriched fluid for her. She drank it down, and headed to the bathroom for one last check-in and to freshen up for bed.