* Board Meeting
The room was small; the far wall lit up with the digital image from the video conferencing setup. Their on-site COO, Cindy Lindermark, sat across the table from Dr. Foley as he presented. Their two main investors and board members were virtually present, dialing in from New York City. The screen was dominated not by their faces, but by a project status chart. "As you can see, our farm relocation project is on schedule. We should have the new hydroponics up and running in just a few weeks, and after that we can begin transfer of the vines in stages." He flipped to the next slide. It showed a graph of profit projections. "We've finished the economic modeling for our second location, and think it makes a strong case for proceeding. As you know, the clientelle of our current limitation is somewhat limited by acceptable travel times. By placing an second facility in Micronesia, which we're calling Goddess Resort East or GRE, we believe we can increase participation from Asia, improving our profit growth rate even as we expand each facility."
Reed Kendrick spoke up across the video-conference. "I've read about GRE, and I must say your argument is compelling. Have you finalized the security measures? We've worked quite hard to secure government protection for your current site, and also for the new farm location. I'd like to remind us all we need the same level of precautions there." Dr. Foley had never pieced together why he invested in the resort, he was a standard New York banker and hadn't expressed much shock or even interest in the goddess transformation process which most other parties considered fantastically unbelievable. He had merely audited their books, crunched some numbers, and signed on as their second large investor. Apparently all he cared about was the money, and so far he was happy, as they were set to generate lots of it.
"Yes of course, we are working with local countries now, working to obtain a site on one of the already protected islands. Further, we will not have any seedable Rashja on-site, so any compromise of the facility will not compromise our exclusive access to the product. I raise this as a board vote, all in favor of approving stage one of GRE, please make your vote now for the record. Cindy and the two investors across the video-conference each raised their hand and confirmed their vote in favor of the project, all knowing the entire conference was recorded for the record. "Excellent." He paused for a moment. He regretted this part of the conversation the most. "There is one other matter I must mention. It is a local matter, but one which may be interesting to the board. It turns out we have a subject who's k-decay factor far exceeds that of normal human subjects."
They all stared at him blankly until Cindy interjected, "in English please professor."
"Oh of course. The k-decay factor is related to the rate at which the human body metabolizes Rashja, and thus the speed at secretable levels of converted Rashja are available after oral injestion of our serum. We've found this rate to be quite stable across the Resort patrons, independent of race, age, and fitness level. Basically, all patrons respond to Rashja the same way.... All patrons except the current patron-113. His k-decay factor, and Rashja response is five times higher than normal. If we encounter other patrons with the same response, we'll either need to create a program for handling them differently or they may have an adverse affect on profits."
They again stared somewhat blankly at him. Reed spoke up again. "If my memory serves, we have hosted over three thousand customers so far, is that correct?" Cindy and Dr. Foley both nodded. "And you have just one subject like this? Does he pose any immediate problem for the facilities, the other guests, or himself?" Dr. Foley shook his head and started to speak up before Reed held his hand up to stop him. "It is not the time to be distracted by your scientific interest doctor, you are important to the company to be distracted. Your energy should be focused on relocating the farm, bringing up GRE, and expanding our profit base. There will be time for more experiments later, right now time is of the essence. Assign the investigation to one of your assistants." He looked aside for a moment as the other board members nodded in agreement. "It appears my next meeting is here, if that is all, I believe we're adjourned?" Everyone nodded, and just a moment later the video-conference blinked off.
* Pool Meeting
It was early morning, and Chris was sitting with his feet dangling over the edge of the pool, his skin was still wet from having just left it. Vanessa was still in the water, and he watched her quickly glide across the far side. As her circuit brought her back to him, he still wasn't used to how massive she had become. She stopped a foot short of him, her arms easily reaching the bottom of the five-foot depth like it was a wading pool. Her body stunningly stretched out away from him under the water, and he couldn't help hopping back in. He cradled her oversize face in his hands as their lips met. When they parted, he brushed his fingers through her hair and across her shoulder. Somehow the tangibility of touch made it easier to believe the impossible reality of her size.
The pool area was still pretty empty, so it was easy for Vanessa to notice the familiar face approaching from the night suites. "My prince, do you like chocolate?" She didn't wait for him to answer, "because I think Chocolate likes you."
"Good morning Goddess Vanessa," Chris turned to see dark-skinned feet and ankles standing right at the edge of the pool. He looked up and up at the woman standing over them, estimating she must have been at least eight-feet-tall. As he eyes tracked up her body, he recognized her massive chest and beautiful face. It was Teri from their first night in level two. She was wearing a trim bikini and a translucent tube-top that appeared to be losing a battle with her impossibly large breasts. "I wonder if I might offer your companion a morning massage." Chris looked at Vanessa with interest. She didn't need to ask to see the answer in his eyes.
"Please, by all means. He would love one." Chris caught a devious look in Vanessa's eye as he felt her hand press his legs apart and lift him by the crotch right up out of the pool, his skin dripping water back to the surface. He felt precariously out of balance for a moment until Teri's accepted him, slipping one hand under his bottom and another to his shoulder to steady him. It was one thing to understand that the abnormal strength of the goddesses allowed them to lift him easily as he could lift a couch cushion, but it was another thing entirely to get used to how they manhandled him to easily. As she lifted him, he felt precariously high off the ground and instinctually wrapped his arm around her neck. Once he was steady, she cradled under his legs and smiled at him as he reclined into the her arms. Vanessa was already swimming away when she called out with a lilt of laughter in her voice, "please bring him back when you're finished." He hardly heard her with all his attention on the way Teri's giant boobs were pressing onto his legs.
"Hello Prince Christopher, I've been looking for you." She only addressed him for a moment before turning and stepping away from the pool. White lounge chairs they passed were almost all empty, but he still felt self-concious at being picked up and carried away by a goddess he didn't really didn't know very well. With Vanessa it was different. They had shared the experience. He knew what to expect. Both the way Teri held him and the bounce of her step were unfamiliar, and he felt a tingle, caused half by excitement and half by concern at how little he knew about what might happen next. Her subtle eye contact calmed his nerves, "I have a perfect little tent setup for your massage."
* It's all fun and games until...
Vanessa was looking forward to some relax time alone in the pool. Especially early in the morning when she had it almost all to her self. However, she had only swam for a few minutes when a husky male patron in a black speedo-style suit waved her to the side of the pool. "Goddess Vanessa?" She nodded her head in response. "My Goddess, Goddess Kendra, wishes you to join her if you desire." He gestured over his shoulder towards a cabana halfway across the pool deck. She could see Kendra, surrounded by a few of her male followers. When they met, Kendra had made a show of how openly she was collecting a stable of men, apparently drawing them in with her oral talents. Her first reaction was to wave the invitation away.
Vanessa was, however, a bit curious. In the real world she wasn't the type to form a steady monogamy, so it was a little surprising to her that here at the resort she wanted only Chris. Perhaps she just hadn't yet explored all the resort had to offer. As soon as she decided, she was up and heading over towards Kendra's camp.
* Interrupted
After the board meeting, Dr. Foley had immediately return to his desk to work. They had reminded how important his work was, and it renewed his energy and focus. It wasn't until Cheri said his name for a third time that he realized she had entered. Excellent, he needed to let her know she was exclusively in charge of patron-113. "Dr Foley?" He finally lifted his head in acknowledgement, still not looking at her. "How did the board meeting go?"
"It went... It was quite productive. I have several pages of calculations and figures to recheck in the GRE plan before the end of the day. I need you to... Cheri, please take ownership of the patron-113 observation. I need to be undistributed, you have my full confidence." He almost set down right back to his work, but something felt wrong about barking orders at her without even facing her. When he turned, he wasn't prepared for what he saw. She was at least eight inches taller than normal, and already beginning to take on the first signs of her goddess conversion. His eyes had a mind of their own as they took her in. So much for no distraction. "Are you on rotation?"
He was asking her if she was on Goddess Rotation. It was standard procedure for every female employee to spend some time mixing in with the patrons. They did so as Goddesses, observing, protecting, and encouraging the guests. She wasn't, but she had decided the best way to observe Christopher, patron-113, was to be able to interact with him in the resort, something she could only do as a Goddess. Knowing how potent his Rashja was, she was quite aware that her body consciously and sub-consciously was seeking out ways to to feel it's unique power. "I just started an elective rotation." She considered lying for a moment, but thought the better of it. "I decided it would be easier to observe our special patron by spending time near him in the resort. We can only glean so much from check-ins and video surveillance."
Even as she spoke he was admiring her improved shape, already showing itself through the lab-coat. He struggled to remember the last time he had seen her. Was she really as much taller as she seemed? He caught himself staring at a labcoat button strained by her expanding chest and looked up to meet her eyes. She was no longer talking. He had the sensation of having let a little too much time pass after she finished speaking and struggled to remember exactly what she had said. "Excellent. Excellent. Stay on top of the situation. GRE must be my priority, and patron-113 is yours. I'm putting you fully in-charge of any intervention considerations. Please take whatever measures you see fit to ensure the safety of our guests and the resort."
* Rubdown
The tent Teri had carried him to was far enough from the main pool deck to provide some privacy, but close enough to be seen. White fabric overhead was only opaque enough to provide some shade for the sun. Inside, a massive mattress was covered in smooth white cloth. It would have taken about four king beds to make something so large. Teri sat Chris near one end, his arms instinctively reaching out to steady and prop himself up.
Teri was kneeling to his right, and he couldn't help but gawk at her massive form, her thighs filling his periphery. As she reached for a bottle from a side table, he stared and watched her waist pivot. He wondered if he could even reach her belly button, let alone the massive barely clothed breasts further above. Their bottom curve was bare, neither the transluscent tube-top or her bikini reaching to full cover them. Her chocolate skin and the shaded light making it difficult to judge their exact form, but their buoyant shape seemed to defy their size. He finally tore his eyes away and scanned the rest of her gorgeous body. He admired the way her frame seemed massive yet trim above him. It wasn't until he caught her eyes that he realized she was starting down at him, waiting. In fact it had only taken a moment for her to reach the massage oil. The rest of the time she had just patiently enjoyed his lusty glances. Her eye contact, and the pose of he arms, seemed to say, go ahead, admire me, we have all day. He felt like he was being a gift he should thank her for, so he did. "Teri, Goddess Teri, you are absolutely gorgeous." He reached a hand above his head and onto her thigh as he said it.
"And I assure you, I'm equally talented, as your goddess should be. My specialty is sensual body massage. You'll get to feel every inch of what you see. Shall we begin?" Her lips crinkled into a half smile, her question rhetorical. He let his arms give way, laying himself down for what he expected would be a very sensual massage. She calmly interjected, "no my sweet, you won't be just lying there. This mutual worship is a little more... interactive." She reached under his arms, quickly lifting him onto his feet. He was now just eye to eye with her. "We'll both need to be oiled up." She reached and in a calm yet swift motion lifted her top off, and his attention darted to her bare breasts. They were each as large as his head, so large he had to consider how and where he would start. "Hold out your hands." He did so, and into them she squeezed an unreasonably large helping of oil. Just as he was ready to reach out to her tantalizing bare tits, she placed one of her giant hands between his. "You may begin with my fingers."
It took him a moment to tear his attention off her breasts and begin massaging the oil into her palm. She let out a small laugh when he finally did. Still, he took it seriously. Her hand was beautiful. Now that he held it, squeezing and running his fingers over it, he had a new view of goddess proportions. Her fingers each felt large and strong, as he squeezed and oiled them. His own fingers suddenly looked so small wrapped around hers. She provided the opposite hand and he repeated the ritual, this time allowing him to continue down her wrist and forearm. Even as he watched his progress, he become increasingly aware of her naked breasts, gorgeous chocolate brown orbs framing his work. She squeezed out more oil for him as he continued up her bicep, his hand wrapping around it. Even as slender as she looked, he couldn't help notice how much larger her arms and muscles were than his own. As he rubbed, he necessarily inched closer to her body, her breasts now filling most of the distance between them.
As he finished her arms, she portioned some oil into her own hands and took one of his in hers. As her huge fingers pressed into his palm, his muscles instinctively tensed. His attempt to resist made it painful at first, until he relented and he let himself go. Her hands worked their way against his skin, continuing to his other hand, up his wrist, squeezing and wrapping his arm. She reciprocated the process on him in a way that was intensely pleasurable and slow, yet with her firm and large hands had taken only a fraction of the time. After finishing his arms, she continued, rubbing across his shoulders, neck, and chest, half massaging, half oiling. She fingered the hem of his swim boxers, "let's both get a little more comfortable," she pulled and dropped them down around his ankles. Shen she drew a finger in a single stroke down his budding erection before backing away.
Lowering down off her knees, she sat and slipped her legs around until she was lying back, propped on a huge support pillow she adjusted properly for herself. Her legs seemed impossibly long, stretched out next to where he was standing. A finger beckoned him up to her. After a few uneven steps on the cushion, and as soon as he was within her reach, she quickly hoisted him again, careful to support his arms and not grab at his slippery body. A moment later he was straddling her waist, her naked breasts proudly propped on her chest in front of him. "Shoulders, chest, and tummy please."
She intentionally over-portioned the oil into his hands, leaving them drenched and dripping over onto her tummy. He started there, smearing the oil across her firm flat abdoman. She could feel his thoroughness, his fingers covering the invisible contour of each of her muscles, covering as much of her waist and sides as he could reach. He spoke without looking up at her face, "Teri, you are absolutely stunning." As Teri watched him mouth the words, she liked how entranced he was, staring intently down at her.
And entranced he was, currently with how the huge breasts spilling over the sides of her torso somehow stayed plump and firm. As he worked his hands up her sides, they pushed into him and fought his progress. At her normal size, she found men 'accidentally' bumping and rubbing against her childishly obvious. However, there was nothing subtle about Chris' struggling against the weight of her huge chest. Eventually, she felt each of his small hands cup under her massive tits. A moment later he switched both hands to one side, attempting to stretch his fingers fully across it. She sat in patient satisfaction, that despite his attempt, he still wasn't able to fully cradle one of her massive boobs. Her voice drew his eyes up to hers, and she spoke as she squeezed oil onto her chest, "be sure to be very thorough."
When his senses returned, the oil was already running down around the globes. He moved to divert and smooth it over her skin. They were firmer than their size seemed to suggest, and he rubbed the oil around, he enjoyed pressing and squeezing into her soft breast flesh. In fact, he was so mesmerized, at first he didn't realize she was lifting her legs, slowly inching him closer to her. He felt the space between them closing, and looked up at her. Her arms were spread wide, relaxing across the pillow she was laying back on. Her face seemed to suggest she had no part in the process pushing him closer.
But she did, and she liked it. She inched her knees higher, forcing him closer, until her boobs pressed into his tummy. But she didn't stop. His hands planted against her shoulders to catch himself from falling. She feigned disappointment, "Awww. Relax my sweet. It's my turn now." She started lifting. Pulsing one leg and her hips, she squeezed his body against her massive chest. He seemed determined to hold himself upright, so she slowly reached in, pulling his arms aside until he fell flat against her. "There we go." She brought one hand to his back, and another to his butt, as she proceeded to press and rhythmically slide his body against hers.
Their bodies were so slippery, he felt if she wasn't holding him, he might slide right off her. He could feel her massive breasts pressed between them, sliding around as she manipulated him up and down against her body. His arms were wrapped around her sides, and also got their fare share of sensation, sliding up and down and against the sides of her boobs. His cock was against her tummy, and he let out a whimper as the sliding motion started to get him just right. She unexpectedly stopped in response, which was not at all what he has hoped for.
He heard her voice from above, "ohh my prince. I'd hate to lose even a drop of your special gift. I saught you out just to get a dose. I promise you, even after the tonyata, we're nowhere near done." With that he felt her huge hands wrapping around his butt and chest before lifting him off her like he weighed nothing at all. A moment later he sitting straddling her breasts, his hands coming to rest on her head as she fed him into her mouth. Her tongue was warm and rough. He felt her skin slippery beneath him as she slid his body back and forth, forcing him in and out of her waiting lips. For a moment it was just relaxing, and he again let himself go to the rhythm. A few minutes later, however, he felt himself tense, as his anticipation rose. His body focused on the sensations. Her breasts slippery and soft even as they held his weight; his cock sliding against her tongue; and her hands cradling and manipulating him against her. He let out a low moan as he came satisfyingly into her mouth.
* Kendra-Town
Kendra and Vanessa were lying sideways near each-other. Two men slowly waved huge handheld fans to send them each a small breeze, while two more men sat, ready to serve either of them fruit out of nearby bowls. Kendra motioned her finger, and one of her worshipers slipped a small bundle of grapes up to her lips. Neither of them needed to eat normal food, as the Rashja sustained them. However, the sweet jucy taste of the grapes was still enjoyable. When she finished swollowing she resumed, "now that I've acquainted you with my little kingdom, let me explain the reason I invited you." Vanessa braced herself with skepticism. "It has not escaped me that you're progress is, impressive. You must be at least, what, ten-feet-tall now?" Vanessa simply nodded, the size difference between them was quite obvious. Kendra was at least a foot and a half smaller. "I would like to know how!" Her voice was emphatic. "I have many visits to the resort. I have gone to great lengths to out-progress every other patron. Yet here you are, somehow ..."
A fully naked man had walked up onto the platform. "Goddess Kendra." He cut her off mid-sentence, and her face winced with momentary distaste. "I fear you have ruined me," his voice was thick with male playfulness. "Goddess Cindi did her best to pamper me, but it only made me miss you're... talent." He glanced at Vanessa for a moment, before returning his attention to Kendra. She made a gesture towards him, intending wave him off, but he held up his hand firm. "No no, be silent. You may not dismiss me. I am a patron, and you are a Goddess." He stepped closer, running his hand up against the side of her exposed bare breast. "I desire, I need your attention." She had done nothing, but his cock was already responding to her proximity, conditioned by their previous encounters, anticipating sensations.
Kendra wanted to defy him, to turn him away, but she felt the Rashja burn in her. Her objection calmed and faded, her desire reshaping as she stared at him. Her patron, her demanding prince. Some small part of her tried to resist him, but it was forgotten. The Rashja taking over, her concious will detatched and subverted. She was disconnected. She could feel his hand on her breast. She could feel her tongue sweep across her barely parted lips in seduction, her hand reaching out to firmly encourage him against her breast. However, these actions were not her own, as if on autopilot. He slipped his cock up to her lips, and the Rashja took it in. It enjoyed him. Her will could no longer make out the muffled sounds of him talking to the Rashja, instructing it. Her body still lay reclined as he stood, softly thrusting himself into her mouth. Despite her will, she felt the Rashja twisting and turning her tongue to satisfying him. It knew her fully. It knew just what she did to drive men to choose her, and it did it perfectly. Her lips pressing, her tongue dragging and twirling. It knew her, because it was her, it owned her.
He was close and kept humping himself against her lips. She was so good, the best. The way she used her tongue, the way she knew when to just tease and drag and when to firmly press against him in her mouth. He hadn't felt anything like it. After an afternoon of more less-than-satisfying climaxes than just the one from Goddess Cindi, he was dying for some real release. He had been bumping away at Kendra for several minutes, but finally he felt it welling up inside him. Yes, there it was. He let out some sound and clenched his hand in her hair to let her know she was close. Her motions changed, doing just the right things to drive him wild while also driiving him closer. There it was, his legs tensed, his feet pointed, as he futily resisted the moment. Then it was upon him, he blasted into her mouth as he felt himself mentally collapse. After a few more bumps into her, he almost lost his footing. He would have been on the ground if he didn't have firm hold of her hair to steady himself. A moment later he was fully drained.
Vanessa had watched the entire exchange with a curious fascination. Kendra's bravado and control had crumpled so fast. The look on her face had shockingly gone from pestered distaste to seductive desire with no explainable transition. Even as he finished and pulled himself from her, she held a desirous looking smile and look of tease, as if she's gladly do it again for him right then if he so desired. The man turned to Vanessa, wordlessly bowing every so slightly in a resorted-distorted application of polite decorum, before turning and walking away down the stairs. Kendra was silent at first, a blank glaze on her face. Vanessa wondered where she was, where she was coming back from, when she shook her hair as if to shake something off.
"Aargh," the Rashja demoness. Have you been sucummed? Vanessa didn't know what she meant exactly, but she shook her head, pretty sure she hadn't. "I love her and I hate her at the same time. This harem strategy has it's advantages, but the more I feed, the more difficult or impossible it becomes to turn them away. I'm as much a slave as I am a slaver. If it weren't for some loyal and mutually satisfied followers, I don't know where I'd be, right boys?" She looked to the four men accompanying them on the platform, and they smiled, knowing their turns would come soon, actually as soon as they wished.
After the exchange, Vanessa noticed one of the fruit servers eyeing her hungrily. He stood picking up a small bundle of grapes. She waved a hand to him and he set the fruit back in the bowl, but still continued towards her. "Speaking of satisfaction, Goddess Vanessa, you are quite astonishing. I'd like to feed you something of my own."
She looked at him, doubtful. He strode up to her, undeniably repeating the pattern of Kendra's recent commander. She looked at him doubtfully as he pressed his hand against her breast. It wasn't that she would mind servicing him, she wouldn't. But something about his approach was so, swarmy. A moment later he was coming closer, intent on laying his not quite fully hard cock against her lips. Her arm swing around, slipping a hand under his legs from behind and lifting him up and away from her. "Now where do you think you're going there. Goddess Vanessa is not open for business. Can't you see we're having a little chat?" Kendra was looking at her with a look of superiority, waiting for the hammer to drop.
The little man's voice became calmly commanding. "Goddess Vanessa, you will put me down, and you will give me your best pampering." She failed to respond, looking up at him doubtfully. A few moments later, his voice was a bit more strained, "Goddess Vanessa! Put me down!" Kendra's face was turning from smugness to surprise.
"Or you'll what? Little man." She wrapped her fingers around one leg, and proceeded to turn him over, his body flopping awkwardly over until he was handing upside-down from her grip. "I think, little man, that you should be more polite to your Goddesses, unless you wish to be taught an unpleasant lesson." She glared at the other three men on the platform, satisfied with their concerned looks. "Now, when I put you down, you will quickly, and silently, leave us. If you don't I'll gladly toss you out." She firmly but gently lowered him to the ground, allowing him to steady himself with his hands before setting his legs down. He hadn't even moved when she turned to the other men, "you two, all three of you, out." After the display, they didn't need much convincing, and a moment later they were alone on the platform.
Kendra's jaw was slack. "How did you? How can you resist them? I've tried, but I just feel like I'm floating, like I'm having an out-of-body experience while Rashja forces me to do whatever they please. I'll do anything. Tell me. How is this happening to you!?"