* Logistics
Dr. Foley preferred arriving to work early, and this morning was no different. He enjoyed the relaxed morning pace, and his 5am wakeup time provided an ample head-start while the rest of the resort still slept. Even after a shower, dressing, his morning coffee, and a short walk on the beach, he still arrived at his desk before 7am. This morning Dr. Foley reflected on how the once outcast research project had blossomed into so much more than a company, or even a job. It had really become a way of life. A life with incredible benefits, but one that was not without some compromises.
Some mornings he'd see resort patrons during his walk, usually just curled up and sleeping naked on the sand, and it would get his motor running a little early. A few times he'd even been propositioned. As hard as it was to decline, for liability reasons the rules strongly discouraged staff engagements with resort patrons. The male staff was, however, allowed and sometimes required to provide tonyata for the rotating goddess staff. The practice created some interesting inter-office dynamics. Dr. Foley had first-hand experience, as providing for Goddess Cheri a few times had certainly changed their working relationship. Anyone in the business they were in couldn't be too squeamish about these matters.
Once at his desk, he leisurely flipped through patron reports. This morning he almost flipped right past Vanessa's profile before reminding himself of the unique situation. Her vitals at last checkin were all completely stable and normal, but as he looked again, he realized she was still progressing faster than they had anticipated. After only one introductory evening in level two, she had already reached eight-foot-seven. During sleep, the sernasa was diminished or even non-existant, being a mental process as much as a physical one. However, if this pattern continued she'd reach ten-feet-six-inches, their normal transition to level three, within one, maybe two days.
Normally female patrons spent a week or two developing this far. The normal schedule helped ensure their comfort and safety, and also helped with repeat business. Few female patrons scheduled their first trip long enough to get little more than a taste of level two. This pace dramatically increased the resort's return visits, and their profits. Typically adults schedule vacations once a year, but at the resort it was not uncommon to see visitors visit two or three times in a six month period. This was largly due to the endorphin rush and excitement of level two, and their desire to continue the experience.
Dr . Foley reconsidered his hands-off approach to their 'special' resort guest, realizing it was hard to predict the outcome of Chris' unusually high Rashja levels. If he interacted with too many level two patrons, they would reach level three too quickly. The potential effect on profits meant he'd have to report this to the board, and they'd require clear status updates for the duration of his stay. For a moment, the doctor wondered why he hadn't listened to Cheri's warnings, though deep down he knew. Whenever she spoke he could only half listen, his mind conjuring up visions of her naked and goddess engorged. He'd remember how politely she'd simply taken her Rashja dose from him, and how much more he wished she would do. Perhaps next time he'd have the nerve to ask.
* Awake
When Chris awoke, he was alone in the bed. He turned his head about, struggling to digest his surroundings. The room was large, with very high ceilings. The room was white and roughly textured, crossed with dark wooden beams. Sun was seeping through sheer white drapes, and the bed was huge around him. He spotted Vanessa sitting on a nearby chair, still naked. Making his way over to her, she slipped off the chair onto her knees to greet him, "morning my patron saint." He could see she wasn't totally naked. A decorative piece of thong jewelry was wrapped around her hips. As he stood in front of her, the way they connected eye-to-eye seemed more natural than it aught to given that she was still kneeling in front of him. They immediately embraced into a soft morning kiss.
With her amazing body and naked breasts pressing into, really wrapping around him, he was not surprised to feel himself already stirring before their kiss ended. She cradled an arm firmly behind him, keeping him close as he leaned back into her support. "Did you sleep well?" He nodded as he felt fingers brush up between his legs, and then casually cradle his genitals. He playfully let a hand against her in response, caressing the side of one huge basketball-sized breast. "I looked into some activities for us today, but I thought we might just like to explore. I'm really looking forward to a swim." He found it incredibly sexy, the way she addressed him casually, as if she wasn't aware of them fondling each other. She momentarily looked down, getting a little jolt of excitement at how small his hand looked against her. "What do you think my prince?"
He was only half listening, distracted by her fingers toying with his scrotum and cock. "Uhm, about swimming?"
She smirked back at him. "No silly, about the body of your goddess!" Her palm reached through and lifted up under his seat, and an instant later he was off the ground. To her, he felt as light and soft as a stuffed animal. She held him in a supportive cradle as she lifted his lap up against her breasts. "I hope you're ready to worship me, because I'm going to do things to you today you never thought possible!" She had a playfulness to her voice, as she gently pulsed him, her breasts spilling around his lap. Most of his bodyweight was supported by just the palm of her hand, and the manipulation was really turning him on. "So what do you think my prince? Do you like?" She continued gently lifting him up and down, her pillowy breasts repeatedly sliding against and around his entire torso as they conformed to it.
He laughed. "You're amazing my Goddess." The scene was so impossibly erotic it was hard for him to find more words. He placed a hand aside each of her assets, squeezing himself between the two biggest tits he'd ever seen. They slid against his hips and thighs more than his manhood as she rhythmically toyed with him. "Mmm, this is a good morning hug I could get used to." Surrendering to her support, he layed his head back and released his arms, enjoying the moment.
"I'm glad you like it." She could tell she wasn't really getting him, so she experimented. Holding him still, she shifted her body side to side. Her huge breasts dragged across him, rubbing and pushing against his cock. His breath stopped and his body tensed. "Ohh you like that." She repeated it a few more times. "Don't like it too much," her voice turned pouty, "because Goddess Vanessa is very hungry." She enjoyed pleasing him, but she had no idea how close he was to climax. While waiting for him to wakeup the hunger was already starting to get to her, and she'd be very upset if she sent him over the edge outside of her mouth. She needed her morning tonyata, and it needed to be very fresh. Still, she rubbed herself against him for a few more minutes. She didn't want to seem greedy.
His body was still spread-eagle and supported by her cradle as she let him away from her. She felt a charge of excitement, watching him at full attention while in full surrender. After raising him a little higher, she sat his butt against her left breast and began lapping her tongue against his cock. A few shreds of his attention not focused on her lips and tongue admired her embrace. The cradle of her arm under his back, the firm supportive hand lifting under his tush, and the creamy flesh of her breast smashed up into his crotch. He momentarily opened his eyes to an inverted view of the ceiling and the room. He pondered how he had been so lucky, to have arrived here.
As she worked her rhythms against him, she could feel him pacing closer. She knew the male signals well. Even better she knew how to force the issue when she wanted and backoff when she didn't. Vanessa hadn't decided how long this morning session should be, so she kept it slow at first. He looked relaxed, spread out in front of her. She momentarily considered carrying him around all day like this, sucking his cock whenever she pleased. Her mind conjured up an image, standing and talking with a another goddess; holding him dozing in her arms; occasionally licking and teasing him amidst their conversation; then at sight of his readiness, offering him up for her to take a taste. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she could handle him however she liked. She found the feeling of power and control very freeing.
Her moment of fantasizing was making her more excited about their day, and anxious for her tonyata. She gave him a few stronger twists with her tongue. He wimpered a little at it, so she complied, giving him more of what she knew was an intoxicating combination of sensations. Then she calmed. A plan formulated in her mind, she wanted him to beg for it. It would be such a perfect way to start her goddess morning. She adjusted her motions, darting and turning her tongue, keeping her thrusting to a bare minimum. She even released him completely a few times, just dragging her tongue against him. After only a few minutes, he was starting to squirm in her arms, and she knew she had him. She pulled her lips free, giving him one last lick. Chris grunted at her release. "So what do you think my prince? Do you like?" Drawn out of his relaxation by the growing aching desire for her to finish him, he squirmed to get just a few more solid thrusts, that would do it, he thought. Only he couldn't make any headway, as she easily held him in place. "Well?" She toyed with him by again administering a single lick.
He felt her game. Theatre. He had a part to play. "Goddess Vanessa, this morning treat, " her tongue returned to him as he spoke, slightly interrupting his thoughts. "is absolutly incredible. Your body, your breasts, your strength." He realized he must be doing something right, because he felt her thrust down against him. "Ohh more," he moaned out, but she receded merely lapping at him. He returned to his worship. "I am here for your enjoyment," she had slipped her lips down around him, and was again rewarding him with gentle but still intermittent thrusts. "This is so amazing. You, my goddess, are so amazing."
She was very satisfied, and started giving him more of what he wanted. "Ohh my, yes, more." In this moment, she felt like she finally knew what being a goddess was all about. She loved pleasuring him. "More, please more." She loved hearing him praise her. She loved being a goddess for him. She threw in a couple special tongue flips she knew would drive him crazy. "Ohh that! do that," he whimpered and she tossed in another. He moaned, so she added another, "more." She knew what this motion did to men, driving them to the brink without sending them over. She normally used it sparingly, but he deserved something special. She fired off a string of her special little tongue tickles. "Yes! Ohh my god. -ess. You can do that to me. All. day. long!"
She had planned to finish him, but he had sparked her curiosity so she continued her tongue tease. How long before he was begging, then crying, to climax, she wondered? He wouldn't be able to free himself, to take what he wanted. What a delicious way to overpower him. He was whimpering and squirming a bit in her arms now, and he seemed to enjoy it. "Ohh more, please more." There was a bit of desperation in his voice, and she could see he thought he was going to come. It was possible, he might, but it was more likely this would just draw it out until he ached, then hurt, then pained for release. She was curious, so she gave him more of what he cried for. "More ohh more, don't stop." The quick and short tickle of her tongue was now the primary sensation. She could feel her lips trying to tense a smile around his little cock at the sound of his cries. "Ohh, I want to come, please more."
He arched his back in a feeble attempt to get more sensation. He felt so close, so close. He knew even a single thrust might send him over the edge, but he didn't want her to stop whatever amazing thing she was doing. She seemed to know better, because a moment later he felt her lips rise and fall. Two more thrusts and he moaned and blasted into her mouth with a release he had never felt before. Her lips continued, milking at him. When all was done and calm, they both still stayed silent for a moment. "That! Was absolutely amazing. You can do that to me any time you like."
His reaction was not uncommon. She normally saved her special treatment either for the men she really liked, or for the ones she really didn't -- if she wanted them to ache for her when she dropped and ignored them. She really liked Chris. At Goddess Resort, however, his admission took on a whole new meaning. Any time you like, eh? She was happy for that little declaration of will.
Only now, as the tonyata trickled down the back of her throat, quenching her, did she realize how strong the hunger had become. She let the calm sensation wash through her before speaking, "I'm glad you liked it my champion. You deserve it. Your goddess is very happy with you." She decided there was no better time to start the day than the present, so she stood up, keeping him held aloft. She saw him look about, wondering about her intent. By the time she slid him down to her hip, she was already at the door, "let's go see what level two is all about."
* Detour
As she fresheded herself in the bathroom, Vanessa was feeling pleased at how comfortable she was becoming in her new skin. She was, however, having second thoughts about her decision to leave Chris alone by the pool. The deck had been littered with hot and half naked goddesses, only some of them attending to their smaller men. Today she would not be able to wear his pairing bracelet, and she wondered if someone else would lure him while she was away. She wasn't aware of how much her thoughts were already regarding the men as cherished yet unequal playthings for the goddesses. She was aware, however, that she wanted Chris to remain hers.
Thumbing herself into the check-in kiosk provided at least a small reminder of reality. The biometric panel displayed itself, including a number of her vital statistics, not least of which was her her height. Eight-foot-nine! She felt butterflies of excitement. When this whole process started, when she had accepted the impossibility of it all, she took on eight and a half feet as her goal for this one week visit. She had sailed past it with no sight of stopping.
She felt tension, and her side rang out in pain for a few seconds before she could enter her mental cocoon. Despite the increasing duration and pain levels of her sernasa, she had become equally better at weathering them. She counted to herself, noting this one was the longest yet, 36, 37, 38. "Astounding," she barely heard the voice as she held herself calm. Finally the pain subsided and she opened her eyes.
On the video kiosk in front of her was Dr. Foley, "Good morning Vanessa." She bowed her head in response, not quite ready to speak. "I'm very impressed. I've never seen anyone handle such a strong swell without buckling to the pain. We find there is only mild discomfort if individual occurances are kept around one percent. That wave of yours was," he looked aside to a monitor readout, "almost five percent.", he said as his face washed with an astonished look. Vanessa struggled to calculate what that meant, trying to convert the feet and inches in her head. She was slower than the computer controlled measuring sequence, as the biometrics quickly flashed a new figure into place, nine-foot-two. Even Vanessa's jaw went slack, shocked she had grown five inches in under a minute.
When Dr. Foley spoke again it was with a calm and somber voice, "Vanessa, here at goddess resort, our number one goal, above all else, is safety. I feel it necessary to raise my concerns over these figures. At the very least, I would like you to come by for some tests and observation." He knew very well that goddesses this progressed couldn't be forced into anything without Rashja, so he was as encouraging as possible, "it shouldn't take much of your time, an hour or two at the most."
Vanessa would have been lying if she didn't feel a little bit of concern herself. While she had weathered the pain, the tension and release had left her both exhaused and numb. Maybe they were right, maybe she should try to decrease her growth rate. Afterall, they had told her she was special, that she was progressing much faster than normal. Her thoughts flew to her giver, what he would do without her, "what about Christopher? I left him there by the pool and should get back to him."
"Please don't be concerned. We will tell him you were called in to assist the staff, and that you'll rejoin him later. He will be carefully looked after." Good, she thought. He needs to be looked after.
* The Pool Scene, level 2
Rachel's legs were dangling in the water, while her friend Kit floated mostly below the surface. The two of them were no strangers to goddess resort. In fact, this was their third visit each, and their second together. "Kit, what about that one?" The redhead pointed at a possibly unattended male patron walking from the night suites.
Kit turned to follow her indication, inspecting the little prince. She detected a bit of determination about his step. "I think he's headed for someone in particular, look there." Goddesses he past were gesturing to him, and he paid them no mind as he continued covering ground. The two of them eyed him hungrily until they watched him reach his goddess. She looked further progressed, and Rachel lost interest as her hands wrapped around his upper torso and lifted him to her waiting lips. Kit and Rachel had checked in at seven-foot-five this morning, barely beginning their level two progression, but were making good progress. They had spent the night hardly sleeping and pampering a father-son combo that had just arrived in level two last night.
A gentleman approached them, donning a white resort uniform which easily identified him as a staff member. "Goddesses, I trust your return is meeting your expectations." They both nodded. "I wonder if you might be up for a duty this morning." Kit was quite happy to be relaxing in the cool water, but she was becoming quite hungry. Most resort jobs involved quite a good chance of tonyata, so her attention perked up. "This task in particular can benefit from your, experience. We have a special patron that needs to be kept and attended to." He gestured across the pool at Christopher, sitting on the far edge.
Rachel remembered seeing the towering perfection of dark haired raven goddess who had gently lowered him there not more than ten minutes earlier. They had been watching him, but they hadn't approached, expecting her to return any minute. She wanted to challenge him, to confirm that his stunning goddess wouldn't be soon returning. However, if there was one thing she had learned in her time at the resort, the staff seemed to be unnaturally all-knowing of resort activities. It was as if they were watching everything, which at times they most certainly were. She turned to the staff member, "we are glad to take up your request. Should we let him know his goddess is not returning?"
"No, we will send someone to him when the time is right. For now you should simply entertain and attend to him. Try not to make it obvious we sent you. Thank you for your service, this is a chance to greatly assist your progression." With that the staff member walked away as calmly and silently as he had arrived. They were thinking less about progression, and more about how their bodies were beginning to want, and need, more tonyata. Rachel slipped into the water as they both swam together, slowly making their way towards him."
* Attention
Chris enjoyed his peace by the pool. Other than to deliver a resort punch, he had been left to himself. As he scanned, and sometimes stared, at the beautiful goddesses sparsely spread around the deck, he occasionally noticed them glance his way and gesture. He was beginning to wonder when Vanessa would return when he spotted two gorgeous women slowly inching across the pool, quite obviously towards him. Despite their clear goddess proportions, even with only the faces above the water, they seemed markedly less far along than his Vanessa. As they came close, and the redhead stood up near the water's edge to address him, he lost any ability to keep his eyes off them. "Hello there king and conquerer."
Theatre. Why not enjoy it. "Hello there beautiful goddesses. How might I help you before my own goddess returns?" Water was still dripping off and glistening on the redhead's breasts and body, the waterline at her navel. The other goddess was lower in the water, only the top half of her breasts peaking above it as she drifted incredibly close to him at the pool edge.
The redhead spoke up again, "we saw her. Your goddess is stunning. We admire how you've been patiently waiting for her and wonder if we might take you for a swim until she returns." He had been prepared to rebuff them, but how could he refuse them now? A swim with them only until she returned? Looking at their gorgeous figures, he couldn't help but be curious. Perhaps Vanessa would return in a minute, or perhaps not, all the more reason to enjoy the resort. They could see him talking himself into it.
The brunette's breasts were only inches from his legs dangling in the water as he responded. "It would be a pleasure." She reached a hand towards him, and he instinctively took it. Then he felt a hand under his foot and a moment later he was swiftly lifted and pulled into the water towards her.
When he let himself free and paddled himself afloat, they giggled at him. "Relax my prince." He felt a hand under his arm, supporting him and pulling him with as they drifted out into the pool. "I am Goddess Kit, and this is Goddess Rachel." They were obviously swimming now, only their heads remaining fully above water. He liked the feeling, drifting through the water as they glided backwards in front of him. "Is this your first visit to the resort?"
"Yes, I just arrived two days ago. My name is Chris." As he felt hands passing him off to the redhead beneath the surface, he reminded himself her name was Rachel. Then they stopped swimming and began to rise out of the water. His head barely above the surface, he stared out first at their shoulders, and then their breasts, as the water streamed down off their skin. Kit made her way around him, and he felt her hands again, cradling him, fingers lifting against his butt until he was lying back and flat against the surface.
He felt quite prone; held lying at the surface; looking up at them standing over him; their breasts still occasionally losing drops of water down over him. Rachel spoke up. "My first visit was so exciting. That's when Kit and I met, but let me tell you, it only get better." As he looked up and admired them, he rested a hand against each of their hips under the water. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, becoming increasingly aware of his cock hardening within plain view of the goddesses. "Kit, it looks like our morsel likes his swim. Christopher, would you like us to pamper you here in the pool?" Chris was torn with conflict. After the sensations Vanessa treated him to this morning, his arousal had him thinking of nothing but a repeat performance. "Ohh look, he has both halves of his bracelet. Christopher you naughty boy, she is not your goddess today."
His eyes opened in a start, "well yes, she was my goddess yesterday. I can't claim her today, but we are both very, fond of each-other." The goddesses had lowered themselves in the water next to him. Rachel's breasts were pushing up against his side, and the part of him beginning to want that pampering wondered if the moment had passed.
"In that case, we are going to make it much harder on you. Did we tell you we're a package deal? Pair with either one of us and you can have us both all to yourself." As enticing as that was, he couldn't imagine these two holding a candle to Vanessa. "As for your current predicament, let's be clear. Are you saying you don't want a closer look at Kit's big juicy breast? Because if you don't, you should speak up now." He looked over, quite speechless as Kit's eyes beamed at him while she shifted her bosom onto his shoulder, bumping soft flesh up against his chin. "They are nice arn't they?" He felt the stirrings in him want to reach out and lick her skin and wasn't sure why he was resisting. "Let us teach you something about level three. In level three, when a goddess gets your scepter ready for service, it's her duty, her obligation, to provide that service." Rachel sunk lower in the water now, and her lips were inching close to his cock. "If you feel anything you don't like, your just going to have to command me to stop." With that she lapped her tongue up against him, and took him into her mouth.
The sensation, mixed with the water of the pool, was cool and pleasant. Chris closed his eyes and felt his hair shifting about under the surface as Rachel began the process of extracting her apparently deserved tonyata. He felt the soft round curve of the bottom of Kit's breast slip across his lips, and let himself kiss and lick against the wet watery surface. Rachel was wasting no time. Unlike Vanessa's patient morning session, her motions were thrusting and firm, each escalating him successively closer to the end. He felt large fingers squeezing against his butt, and the wetness of her tongue, as he quickly let go of his next Rajha charged slurry. Rachel held him firm in her mouth, sucking and swallowing every drop she could get before releasing him back into the cool water. "Look at him Rachel," his eyes were still closed as he heard them talking, "I think he's a customer."
* Check. Up.
Vanessa was sitting on a lab table in a high-tech looking room with stark white walls, waiting for someone to return. To get there she had been led through a twisting set of outdoor and indoor hallways. The small, human sized, labtech had asked her to sit and had promptly drawn some blood before disappearing. Left to herself, she noted how the lab table served as a decent enough bench, as her legs were long enough to plant her feet comfortably on the floor. The white fabric coverup she was wearing could be described as a pleated poncho bikini top. If fit loosely around her neck, and draped down to cover most of her breasts, but only as long as she kept her arms pretty still at her side. Something about being alone indoors in a lab made her self-concious of her near-nakedness for the first time. It felt like she had been waiting the better part of fifteen minutes when Dr. Foley finally entered.
The doctor was wearing normal looking clothes covered by an open white doctor's labcoat. He was unfased by her appearance as he walked up, though still seated her bent knees were higher than his waist. Looking down at the little doctor, she again felt powerful and her self-conciousness melted away. "Welcome Vanessa, so very good to meet you. I'm sorry for the interruption to your stay. We simply need to perform some tests, all in the name of safety." With some effort he held out a cylindrical rod to her, and she instinctively took it. It was about the size of a water bottle, and felt small in her hand. "We would also like to slow your growth a bit, if that's okay with you." She nodded, she had already been expecting that. She wasn't surprised. She looked down at the object, hefting it in her hands, it felt no heavier than a paperclip, and the material felt like a hard clay against her skin. "I'd like you to squeeze the bar for me please. It's a simple strength test."
She looked at the bar and obliged, her fingers pressing into the material as it oozed between her fingers. When she felt a sharp edge prick her skin and looked up, the look on the doctor's face had changed to shock. She released her fingers and set the deformed mess onto the desk next to her. "What was that? It felt like modeling clay."
The doctor inspected the object for a moment before turning to her. "That, my dear, was high tensile steel. We normally don't see this level of strength until the end of the level three progression, if at all. Quite exceptional. Quite exceptional." She saw his eyes give her a once-over, like he was seeing her for the first time. He must have seen something he liked, as she could see the small signs of a reaction beginning in his pants, and the way she was sucking on the tiny nick the metal had made in her finger further encouraged it.
This wasn't the fantasy of the goddess resort pool, with similarly enriched women all around. This was a lab, with a fully clothed doctor who looked so cute and powerless in front of her. An echo drifted through her subconcious, demonstrate your strength. She slipped fingers of her undamaged hand against his coat lapel, making him more uncomfortably aroused. She didn't want him, as the Rashja scent was so faint compared to Christopher, but she felt the urge to toy with him. "Did you need me to squeeze anything else? You know, as a test?" She pulled gently at his coat until he was standing between her legs. She could tell he was reacting to her, and she liked it.
His male instincts wanted her, and enjoyed her advances, but his reason caught got hold of him. "Please release me Vanessa. Staff and Patron interactions are....discouraged. I can send someone in if you feel too much of the hunger." As part of standard safety procedures, he had injested more than a litre of resort punch earlier. His instincts expected the Rashja to force her to immediately comply. She didn't.
His concerned look made her all the more curious. "I'm fine. I only feel the hunger for Christopher." As she leaned down closer to him, her breasts dropped further out of the poncho's drape in front of his face. "You however, seem to be conflicted, and I can smell the Rashja in you. Perhaps I should take a sample... for research purposes of course." Her hands were each under his arms now, securely holding him. Being this close to her youthful and perfect goddess-enriched form was getting the better of him, sending his hormones and physiology raging. At the same time, he felt the hairs on his back stand up in fright at the thought of what she could do to him if his will did not affect her. With her lips close to his ear, he couldn't see her face or read her intentions as she gently lifted him a couple inches off the ground. Her whisper was soft and raspy, "you could tell them I forced you. I'd make sure you enjoyed it. I'm quite talented you know."
* Lounging
Chris was relaxing on a flat dry cushion beside the pool. Rachel was on her side watching him protectively, and Kit was close by still soaking in the pool. He saw someone dressed in white approach, obviously a staff member, "Mr. Rothchild sir, I have a message for you." As soon as the messenger had his attention, he continued, "Goddess Vanessa is assisting the staff with something very important due and will join you later today. In the meantime we encourage you to enjoy all that the resort has to offer." The messenger set down a fresh glass of resort punch before heading off as quickly as he arrived.
Rachel faced him, "looks like you may have to just settle for the two of us." The emphasis in her voice laying on thick sarcasm as both goddesses laughed. Kit picked a grape from a nearby bowl and slipped it up to his lips. The sweet flavor was slipping down his throat as they both noticed Rachel's face turn to discomfort. She stopped breathing a moment, and they could see her sernasa run it's course before she spoke again, "wow. Usually the men in level three aren't even that strong." She slipped her fingers to his chin and brushed him playfully, "you must be headed there soon, we better enjoy you while we can." He had only just arrived at level two, and as much as he was enjoying it, these resort veterans telling him he might soon be promoted made him wonder how soon he might see level three. "Kit we must get you a taste, and we're going to need to know what type he is. You really think he's a customer? Maybe he's a slave."
Chris was half turned on and half curious at their meaning as they discussed him like a piece of property. "Customer? Slave? what do you mean?"
Kit giggled a little at his question. "Ohh sweetie. We've pleasured lots of princes. These are just our little codewords. The more we know about you the better we can pamper you, so why don't you just tell us. customers, like us to constantly tease them, not unlike strippers. slaves, like to be passed around like property, and to do whatever we wish."
Rachel's fingers gripped his face to force his attention on her before she picked up the explanation, "doctors, get hot just admiring and inspecting our bodies, while cowboys like to climb us and ride us, and be in charge, tell us exactly what to do." Chris was not surprised, and actually kind of turned on, at their methodical categorization. "Of course nobody is one-dimensional, these are just some of our pet names for the pampering we find men like the most. Tell Goddess Rachel, what type are you?" Chris felt their attention on him as they waited for an answer. Truthfully, while all of it sounded enticing, he didn't feel any of their pet-names described him.
Impatient, Rachel's fingers pushed at his chin, inspecting his face as if looking at him she could somehow answer the question for herself. "Hmm, definitely not a cowboy." Even as she forced his head about, his eyes tracked the new size of her frame, the new shape of her breasts. Where they had previously been the same size, Rachel was now noticeably larger than her friend Kit. "Certainly a little doctor in him, but that's not it. Here, we'll do a little test." Rachel patted her hand on the ground, right where Kit was resting against the edge of the pool. "Sit here for me Chris, dip your feet in the pool." He preferred following directions to the pressure of answering her question, so he turned himself towards Kit. "Go ahead, she won't bite." Kit not only didn't move, but he felt Rachel pushing him towards her, until he felt like he was being forced to shove his lap into her face. Rachel whispered over his shoulder, "put your cock in her mouth. Give her a taste." Chris was still flacid, having climaxed less than a couple minutes earlier, but looking at Kit eyeing him hungrily he couldn't help but comply. Kit's motions were as relaxed as she was, just chilling on the edge of the pool, twirling him about in her mouth. He enjoyed it, her attentions, but it wasn't doing much for his state of arousal. "He shouldn't be spent this early in the day. Maybe you're right Kit, maybe he is a customer."
Kit drew herself away from him. "I'm telling you, I can see it in his eye." She looked at him deeply as she began to rise out of the pool. "I think you'll get ready for me if I perform for you." She stood, her waist now barely out of the water, and began to caress herself. First her arms and tummy, then her hands pressing up into her breasts. She turned around slowly, showing him her backside as she pressed her butt into his lap. He couldn't help the urge to wrap his hands around her waist. She encouraged it, guiding his hands against her until they cupped the bottom of her breasts. She stayed there a while, just rubbing and pulsing up against him. Eventually she felt him start to react. "Mmm, that's what Kitty wants." The way she held and rubbed his hands into her breasts pulled him tighter against her as she gyrated her hips. "The sooner you get bigger for Kitty, the sooner she'll get bigger for you." She let him free and quickly dropped under the water, surfacing a moment later facing him. Her hair was wet and slicked back, and she wiped water from her face as soon as it broke the surface. Moments later she loomed above him, his legs gently pinned against the pool edge by her thighs. She leaned forward, using her breasts to force him over until he was lying back against the cushion, her body covering and dripping water down onto him. Her lips crushed into his, and her tongue explored him for a moment in a short but violently passionate kiss.
Kit receded away from the kiss, dragging her breasts and body down against his. She could tell he had fully reacted as her breasts slid down around the sides of his erection. She took it into her mouth at her first opportunity. As his head lay back, he could see Rachel watching them with a passive interest. She was still lying on her side, and leaned over to entertain him with a kiss as Kitty slowly and surely worked him towards her reward. Rachel stayed close when the kiss ended, "I think Kitty was right, you are a customer. She's a stripper, she can always spot them." Rachel watched Kit for a moment, and then her next sernasa started. Chris saw her eyes roll back and her muscles tense before he fixed on her swelling breasts. Kitty's motions were growing faster, and faster, and watching Rachel grow while Kitty worked him, even as overstimulated as he was, sent him over the edge. He didn't find it extremely satisfying as climaxes go, especially not compared to Vanessa's treat this morning, but it was still entirely pleasurable.
"You already had another one!?" Kitty was looking over at Rachel's even larger form with a bit of envy. "That is no fair. How are we going to stay twin sisters with you so much bigger. His next one is mine too." Rachel waved her hand at the commentary as if she didn't care how Kitty divided up the tonyata. Chris, on the other hand, was beginning to feel like the property of these two growing goddesses. For a moment he had completely forgotten about Vanessa amidst their advances.
* No Cause For Alarm
Dr. Foley was at Cheri's desk to consult with her about the situation. He had just explained how he was unable to compel Vanessa, despite drinking more than a litre of Rashja. "I hate to say it doctor, but I sort of told you so." It had been weeks since her last goddess rotation, but she could still smell the Rashja in him. It made him seem unusually appealing to her. "So what happened? Her profile doesn't have any signs of violence, and you don't appear hurt. What did she do?"
His mind was thinking more about what she didn't do. Some part of him had wanted the stunning resort guest to force the tonyata from him, but his need for decorum prevented him from encouraging her. Eventually she had just let him go. "Not much, she just tore a doorknob free. I decided there wasn't much more we needed to keep here there for, so I had her escorted back to the resort grounds. Still, we need to decide what to do. A whole resort of goddesses with free will could cause quite a bit of damage."
"Ohh, I don't think she's operating under free will. The compulsion is proportional to the Rashja strength. I've felt it myself. At level-three the will of a new vessel is very different than a fully saturated one. Chris' levels are so high, it's possible she simply finds his will more important than that of others." Even as she explained it, she realized how strong his appeal must be to the goddesses. She herself felt an unusual urge to seek him out, though one she could easily ignore. "We've studied this in our compulsion research. Given conflicting messages, the goddess is forced to prioritize, and you doctor, were simply a low priority for her." She smiled, containing a bit of a laugh.
The doctor considered her reasoning for a moment. It did seem sound, and his concern faded at the suggestion that there was nothing too out of the ordinary here. "Alright. We still should decide a path for Christopher. I recognize you had a handle on this situation from the beginning, what do you recommend we do with his level three promotion?"
"I've been considering that very question. At the current response rate, he seems to shorten a dedicated goddess's level two duration from an average of eight days down to just two. Our models suggest this would reduce repeat visits and profits, but it's too soon to tell. However, if he's distributed widely enough, the lift would hardly be noticeable. The real question is whether we can separate him from Vanessa. She seems rather attached to him, and there is a good chance she'll bring him to level three herself. We could send a staff goddess to intervene." She felt her pulse quicken at the suggestion. She knew she was not the likely candidate, as it would obviously require someone already progressed to level two. However, even the remote chance clawed at her. The sernasa's power and pleasure was like a drug, and this might be her only chance to taste such a powerful source.
She realized she had drifted off into her thoughts when she heard Dr. Foley repeating her name, "Cheri? Cheri?" He snapped his fingers. "Focus please." She met his eyes and nodded. "I'm not ready to invervene yet, but I want this to be your number one priority. Your other work can wait. Keep a close watch on the situation and let me know at the first sign of trouble." Her pulse quickened again. She definitively wanted to be close to this situation, now she just needed to figure out how to make it happen.
* No shoes, plenty of service
He felt both protected and trapped as Kit and Rachel led him walking through the resort grounds. Kit squeezed gently at his shoulder, "trust us Chris, this is our favorite activity." He had been plenty relaxed lying by the pool, and was a little reluctant to head off where Vanessa might not easily find him when she returned. Kit had nearly caught back up to Rachel's growth, both of them close to cresting eight-feet after some of Chris' super-charged tonyata. Chris caught view of a signpost as they entered an indoor area, roles and games. "Here it is." As his eyes adjusted, he could see the sides of the room were lined with hanging clothing, and from the height of some of the racks, it looked like much of it was intended to fit women of goddess proportion.
Kit and Rachel went to work flipping through the racks, and Kit quickly pulled out a hanger holding a dark grey outfit. "These are costumes for the role play area." She held up the outfit, and he could see it looked like some kind of uniform. "See, this is a prison guard scenerio. Most of them have fun starter-scripts." Kit searched the hanger and handed a laminated placard to Chris.
Provider: You are a prison guard in a minimum security prison. A beautiful new female inmate just arrived on your shift. She needs to be escorted to her cell. Goddess: You have just been incarcarated for a crime you didn't commit. You are desperate for protection and an ally in this new and scarry situation, and will do anything to get it.
The placard continued with sample lines and a few other short scenerios. When he looked up, Kit was clad in what could only be described as a bright orange prison jumper turned sex-channel. It was two-piece with incredibly short tops and bottoms, showing midriff in-between. The sleeves were gone, replaced with unnecessarily large arm-holes. Rachel shook her head in non-approval. "No no, that's not for us. The cell-set is really too small and uncomfortable for the both of us." She displayed a hanger to Chris that was filled with layers of lace material that looked to be at least a dozen different styles. "Here Chris, would you like to be a Lingerie model casting scout?" She didn't wait for an answer, and promptly returned to her search.
Chris was only just starting to wrap his head around the concept here. They were each going to get a costume and sort of role-play a situation? It sounded kind of fun actually. More Theatre. He decided to dig in and see for himself what they offered. He headed for the rack and started sifting through the options.
* Doctor, Doctor
Vanessa felt a little bad about muscling her way out of the lab. She was just so bored, and she knew the doorknob she tore out wouldn't cost much to replace. They could certainly bill her for it. The staff wasn't too bothered, as they politely escorted her out of the lab area and back to the resort. From there she had followed a staff member towards where they said Chris had wandered off to. She instinctively ducked her head a little as she entered another indoor area, though she was at least a few inches from actually hitting the door frame.
The walls of the room were filled with clothing, and as she looked closer, she could see they were costumes. One goddess was wearing an overly tight-fitting white nurses outfit, while another was wearing some kind of loose and unflattering hospital gown. The staff member introduced them, "Vanessa, this is Rachel, and this is Kit, they have been looking after Christopher this afternoon." Kit and Rachel turned their attention to her and were a bit stunned. Despite each of them having grown several inches, Vanessa looked even more incredible to them than she had in the morning. They surmised she must have been nine and a half feet tall and was almost ready for level three.
Vanessa looked over the two of them. Rachel's auburn hair flowed down around the nurse outfit, and the way it hugged her every curve was striking. Kit's patient gown, on the other hand, was large and hid any attractive part of her frame. Vanessa took notice that neither was wearing a bracelet before addressing them. "Hello. Thank you for taking care of my Christopher. Where can I find him right now?"
Despite her being obviously half a decade younger, Kit and Rachel felt the commanding power of her presence. They were no stranger to the goddess form, so it surprised them a little how stunning she was. Rachel shook off her awe to respond. "He is... We were just preparing for a role-play scenerio. He is, waiting for me to bring him to room seven. Perhaps you'd like to, join in?" She handed a laminated placard up to Vanessa. It was momentarily humbling to be dwarfed by her, having spent the afternoon attending to Chris' smaller six-foot frame. Vanessa took the instructions, giggling a little as she read them. The staff member silently excused himself.
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Chris was in a waiting room and had finished putting on the entire outfit. Slacks, a button shirt, and a white doctor's lab coat, complete with mock stethoscope. The clothes were cheap and ill fitting, but looking in the mirror he felt the illusion was convincing. As the door opened he was greeted by a stunning sight. Rachel's white nurse outfit was short and fitted, the top buttons left suggestively undone. Having spent the afternoon with her nearly naked, he was surprised that she would look more sexy clothed, but she certainly did. The clipboard she cradled appeared strangely small against her. "Doctor, the patient is ready for you. She has reported repeated cramping and chest pain." The only kink in the illusion was that they were both barefoot. Still, it was forgivable.
"Of course, right away." Chris moved toward her, and she stood motionless aside the door, gesturing for him to pass. He had no choice but to pass tantalizingly close to her, her breasts jutting out at eye level towards him. He felt her hand on his shoulder as she followed him out of the room and gestured him to a nearby door. She handed the clipboard down before opening it for him to enter.
The room was white, with shelves lining the walls. As his view crested the door, he was treated to another stunning sight. The middle of the room contained a doctor's patient table, and sitting atop dwarfing it was Vanessa! She was simply massive, her knees taller than his waistline, her head several feet above his own even as she was sitting down. Her raven black hair was pulled into a pony tail, and she was wearing an oversize patient gown that was obviously designed to accommodate the goddess size and form. The way it fell off her chest bloating her shape was somewhat unflattering. Her legs were uncovered, spread wide as a necessity of her sitting on the human-sized patient table, and the gown draped down between them. He almost greeted her familiarly before he remembered the theatre. "Hello, I'm doctor Rothchild. What seems to be the trouble, miss?" He held his hand out, and felt like he was already standing between her legs to be at a comfortable distance.
Her voice was colored with emphasis, maybe melodrama, or playfulness, "well hello doctor." She gently grasped his small hand in her own, slowly completing the gesture. "I've been having unusually strong cramps, an ache in my stomach, and incredibly strong cravings. At first I thought I might be pregnant, but I havn't even had sex since my last period. Do you think it could be food poisoning?"
He looked down at the clipboard. It contained a long script and he decided to make use of it. "Let's start with some just some basic information. I see here that you're twenty-two years old." She nodded. "I see you're not a smoker, and you drink alcohol moderately." She nodded again. "Tell me more about your symptoms. How long has this been going on?"
"At least a couple of days, it seems to be getting worse. The cramps come on, and it hurts all over. Eventually, I get these cravings, really strong cravings, like I can't help myself." She leaned in closer to him and lowered her voice, "and you know, during this whole thing my breasts have gotten alot bigger." She sat back up straignt. "Is that normal? I thought I was done with puberty, then blamo, out of nowhere none of my bras fit anymore." He almost cracked up laughing at the suggestion that only her breasts were bigger. He surmised she had to be getting pretty close to ten feet tall.
He mock scribbled some notes on his clipboard, searching for another part of the script to use. "That does sound unusual. Would you like me to perform a physical exam to rule out any abnormalities?"
Her lips cracked a grin at the suggestion. "Ohh yes, doctor. I think that would make me much more comfortable. There could be a giant lump in there or something." Chris was beginning to have fun with it, getting into the role. He sized her up, and realized with most of her breasts above his head, he'd need a stepstool to even get up there. He decided to have her lie down, and walked around the side of the patient table.
"Please miss, lie back." Any bit of her shape previously hidden by the gown was revealed as she rested back on the table, the fabric falling over her and showing off every curve. Her massive breasts spread against her chest, and drew even more contrast to her comparatively trim waistline. The paradox of her massive form and slender propotions was dramatic, even her gorgeous face seeming larger than life. He set both hands against one breast, noting it would have taken four of five of his hands to fully cover it. He did his best to imitate a doctor's probing and inspecting, resisting the temptation to simply caress her. She had an inappropriately satisfied smile on her face as he asked her to continue, "Tell me about the cravings."
"Ohh, they are sort of, embarassing." He carefully continued his mock-exam against her gown covered skin. "You see I've been seeing this new guy. You know how new relationships are sometimes a little more steamy?" He nodded back at her, knowing full well she was talking about him. "Well, you see, I seem to keep craving his come." Chris stopped at the shock of her explicitness. The moment of silence was palpable as they started at each other. "I know it must sound strange, but I'm serious. I have to suck him off at least once every couple hours or I feel like I'm going to go crazy." Chris' hands were attempting their very doctor-like inspection of her far-breast, but her language was putting a stop to any attempt at preventing his arousal. "Right now it's all I can think about." She licked her lips and briefly eyed down towards his pants, though his growing erection was hidden from view beside her body. "His cock, gliding through my lips. Ohh god I need it." She looked back up at him. "What do you think it is doctor?" She closed her eyes and tensed, her hand wrapping around the edge of the table. "Ohh god, it's happening again." Vanessa let out a loud cry. Chris couldn't tell if she was play-acting or actually experiencing a sernasa when he heard the door burst open.
Kit was wearing a fitted nurse outfit identical to Rachel's as they both entered the room. "Is everything okay in here doctor? Ohh my." Kit hurried around behind him as Rachel approached the far side of Vanessa. Kit played her part with terrible mock-excitement, "Doctor, she's clearly in tonayatric withdrawl! Do something!" He was still reacting to seeing them enter, noticing Rachel's outfit seemed even tighter on her than it had minutes before, her visible cleavage fighting to pop the buttons open. Kit turned Chris around to face her, and being almost two feet taller, he had to look way up to meet her eyes. "Doctor, have you forgotten your training? We have no time to lose, she needs injection therapy immediately." Her acting was terrible yet funny. She reached into his lab coat and before he knew what was happening she had pulled the snap of his costume pants and they were on the floor. "Good, you're ready for the procedure." Kit turned him back around, and he felt her body wrap around from behind. She already had his half stiff cock in her hand, feeding it towards Vanessa's waiting lips.
Vanessa remained stationary as the pressure of Kit's hips slowly pushed him into her mouth. Rachel lifted her wrist as if to take a pulse. "Hurry, we're losing the patient." Kit gradually increased the speed of the motion, her body easing forward and back to manipulate him. Despite Vanessa's outward coma-like appearance, he could feel the expert actions of her tongue and lips as she accepted him. "Preparing the patient for emergency defibrulation." Rachel grabbed at the gown, and a moment later it was on the floor. Vanessa's nakedness lay in front of him, and just the sight was almost enough to set him over the edge. Rachel looked at him, "Doctor, do something and fast!" Encouraged by the mock urgency, he placed one hand on Vanessa's naked and oversize breast, and another on her head, and took over thrusting himself into her mouth. The feeling of her skin against his fingers, and her tongue against his cock, was more than enough stimulation. Several thrusts later he shot into her.
Vanessa immediately opened her eyes, coming back to life as she received the tonyata. When he was drained clean, she pulled free, "ohh doctor, thank you. I think you saved my life!" Her voice was thick with melodrama, and she had to hold back breaking into outright laughter. Her gaze looked up over his shoulder, and he turned around to see Kit obviously tensed in sernasa. He could hear Vanessa sitting up behind him as she laughed and exclaimed, "ohh no, I think it's contagious!" The fabric of Kit's nurse outfit stretched tighter as she reached both arms around Chris to steady herself against the patient table. Her chest pushed into his face, her body trapping and sending him off balance. He instinctively reached around her for support and could feel her body continue to swell, the fabric sliding up against her hips. At the same time, he watched tension pull at the buttons of her nurse outfit until they popped free like a zipper, splitting the middle open from top to bottom. Her naked breasts were now on display only inches from his face, threatening to topple him over backwards.
When the pain subsided Kit found herself leaned over looking at the top of Chris' head. "Wow, that was a big one." She regained her balance and ruffled Chris' hair with a free hand. She liked the way he was staring at her naked body, so she encouraged him, pulling his head gently into her cleavage. It wasn't until she saw hands reaching down for Chris that she looked up and noticed Vanessa standing easily two feet taller than her.
A moment later, Vanessa carefully hoisting him up out of Kit's entrapment. As she stood him on the patient table, she noticed how comparatively small he was. The way she was still taller standing on the floor; the way her hands wrapped around his chest; and the look of her huge thumbs and palms against his back. Vanessa still held his body in her grasp as she leaned her head beside his, pressing her breasts into and around him in the process. He recognized the look of desire on Kit's face as she stared almost straight ahead at his spent member. Rachel was along-side her now, looking up at him as if to ask permission. Or was she looking at Vanessa? "I think you're nurses deserve the same courtesy, don't you?" He nodded and felt cold fingers against him. Kit and Rachel both began alternately lapping their tongues against him, attempting to cure his limp state. Just as he wondered if even this impossibly sexy scene wouldn't stir him, he noticed Rachel tense up. Her outfit started to get tight, and he immediately felt himself stir as he watched her sernasa begin. He leaned back into Vanessa and surrendered himself to the desires of the godesses.