* Duty Calls
Cheri had taken a break from her Goddess rotation preparation to review the progress of Chris and his Goddess patrons. She was standing in front of a standard Resort Kiosk in a ladies' restroom. The readouts told the story. Chris had provided Rashja infused tonyata to at least four Goddesses now, and all of them had experienced larger than expected sernas. Vanessa was over ten-feet-tall and would soon need to be transitioned to level three. Cheri's plan was to push the boundaries of Goddess rotation tonyata, to speed it up and get near Chris as soon as she could. Her progress was already quite impressive, having grown a foot and a half in only a couple days.
Still, it wasn't enough, she was only just approaching seven-feet. Her mouth sneered at the irony. If only she could get a taste of Chris, it would be so much easier to catch up and what... what was her goal? She knew down deep what she wanted, but she lied to herself, justifying her actions with the safety of the resort and it's patrons. It was her job, but it wasn't her goal.
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Meanwhile, Dr. Foley was checking his tonyata rotation schedule. He wasn't up for another week. Seeing Cheri almost busting out of her labcoat had stirred a reaction. He wasn't sure if it was just blind arousal, or a secret hope to repeat an interaction with Cheri as a goddess, that drove his keystrokes. A moment later his schedule was switched around, activating his tonyata rotation immediately.
He spent a moment looking back at his work, attempting to remember what part of their plan for a second resort location he had been double-checking, when he realized he couldn't focus. Before he knew it, his legs were moving, propelling him down the hallway. The tonyata lounge was not far, certainly he could take a short break. He deserved it.
He pressed through the large double-doors into a room that didn't look like it belonged on the other side of a white-lab-building hallway. It was large and dark, filled with an assortment of cushioned seats. Sporadic and dim lighting changed the mood dramatically. The setup didn't offer an incredible amount of privacy, but in the tonyata lounge, privacy was not only not necessary, it was not allowed. He could see there were a few employees working on a Goddess transition in the lounge, already tended by male tonyata donors.
Dr. Foley quickly turned his attention to routine procedure. He approached one of the entry kiosks, this one with a biometrics panel. A moment later the screen read out his blood Rashja levels, 0.2ppml, extremely low. It was only above zero because he had taken some Resort Punch as a safety precaution when he met Vanessa a day or so ago in the lab. The screen read out a dosage level, and he pushed the incrementer, increasing the concentration, before confirming. The machine mixed him a resort punch at about three-times the original dosage. The recommended levels were simply over-cautious safety margins, he knew, because he had created them. He took the punch off the dispenser, and quickly finished it before pressing to dispense another to sip at his leisure.
The next part of the routine was to have the kiosk stamp a Rashja level on the skin. It would take several minutes for even a small amount of the Rashja to make it into his bloodstream, so he waited there by the kiosk. With nothing else to do, he let his voyeristic tendancies take over, turning to look out at the lounge. The room was dark, so it was hard to make out faces, but he could see three pairings. An early stage with dark hair was near the back, and two mid-stages were closer. Their bodies were unsurprisingly beautiful. Even after the Rashja leaves the system, some of the fitness and tone remained. With the amount of repeat exposure employees received, they were all but perfect specimens of the female form even when unaffected by Rashja. As accustomed to it as he was, he still enjoyed watching them.
* Something Borrowed
"That rumor I heard is definitively true, you are special. " Teri's voice startled him out of a brief catnap. Chris was laid out in a white outdoor cabana, not far from the pool area. After exhausting him with two hours of alternating pleasures, sensually rubbing him with her body and then servicing him for tonyata, Teri had excused herself to freshen up. He must have drifted off. As his eyes refocused, she was sitting on the edge of the huge mattress, still topless, and looking down at him. "Stand up so you can see your handiwork." She stood. A moment after he took her outstretched hand he was standing on the cushionin front of her.
The cabana mattress was pretty low to the ground, so he didn't expect it to boost him much, but he wasn't prepared for how tall she'd be. Her chocolate skinned breasts were right about at eye level, which seemed pretty close to where they were before her two massive growth spurts, when he was standing on the ground. He looked down to see he was on a foot and a half rise. "If you're wondering, my checkin just put me at nine-foot-five." She tilted his head up to face her, and pulled him in, tucking his chin against her sternum, her breasts wrapping around his face. "If I could keep you all day I'd be in level three in no-time, but if I don't get you back to Goddess Vanessa she might not let me borrow you again. We don't want that now do we?" He felt her flesh squeeze against him, her naked breasts both wrapping around his face and conforming over the contours of his shoulders.
Teri could have held him there longer. It felt good to wrap herself around him like this. However, she had meant what she said. She'd rather bring him back to Goddess Vanessa than have her come looking for him. As she looked down at his face framed by her breasts, his eyes looked tired. Poor guy, I must have worn him out. She brushed a hand through his hair before sweeping him up into her arms and heading across the pool deck. Many of the white pool deck chairs were full now. Vanessa wasn't at the pool edge that she could see. She scanned around, and spotted her radiant form in a nearby cabana, Kendra's cabana.
Vanessa watched Teri approach before announcing herself, "Goddess Vanessa, we've..." Vanessa raised a hand to cut-her-off and gestured it to her lips. Vanessa could see Chris' eyes were closed and he looked practically asleep, and she pointed to Teri's passenger. Teri's next words where at a barely audible whisper, "ohh, I think I tired him out a bit." She bent over, slowly and gently laying him down in front of Vanessa. He wasn't fully asleep, but he didn't make any motions to react. Teri was still whispering, "I was glad for the opportunity to pamper him, I believe he thoroughly enjoyed it."
By the time Teri stood, Kendra was up standing next to her, the shocked expression on her face caused by the over one-foot lead Teri had on her. "What the? What is going on here? You two have to tell me. Is it?" Her voice wasn't loud, but she certainly wasn't whispering. She looked down at Chris. "Is it him?" Vanessa and Teri looked at each-other, neither responding, but sharing a satisfied glance. "It is, isn't it? I want some."
* Office Romance
Dr. Foley had watched the sexy show in the tonyata-lounge long enough. He was getting impatient. He turned to the kiosk, again repeating the blood prick-test to check his Rashja levels. Finally. 0.8ppml. He inserted his hand and it printed the concentration level stamp on him. As he turned away from the Kiosk, one of the mid-stage blonds was walking her supplier to the door, his outfit already readjusted to head back to work. Did he know her? His mind threw a few random names up at him, Suzy, Sheri? He tried to place when he might have met her. She was stunning, and now only twenty feet away from her, he judged her to be about eight feet tall. She was wearing a sexy red garter and matching demi-bra which held but didn't cover her fairly large proportion breasts. After the door closed, she wasted no time in heading straight towards Dr. Foley.
Her walk was incredibly sexy, and complemented her perfect figure. All employees on Goddess Rotation eventually learned to emphasize their sexy side, even if it wasn't their normal temperament. However, some took it more seriously than others. The tonyata-lounge was also a different animal. Sometimes employees preferred to keep it business like. Looking and acting as sexy as necessary to perform, but not engaging. As she stopped incredibly close to him, her massive breasts jutting out into his face, he could already tell she was not holding back. "Hello there, I'm Susan." Of course! Susan, from plant biotics.
Looking at her, he was surprised he forgot her name. She held out her hand for his, and upon connecting, twisted his wrist to read the concentration level on it. "Hello again Susan, I'm Dr. Foley." Her face flushed a look of surprise. He recognized it well. He was the lab director, and even despite their briefing for the tonyata-lounge, and how their work-personas only existed outside the door, it was not uncommon. "I'm sorry, in here I'm just Simon. Is my concentration level useful for your current stage?" He knew the prep-tables like the back of his hand, because he'd written them. He might be a little low for her, but entirely useful.
She was still filled with nervous energy, unfortunately overpowering her previous sexiness. "Yes, of course. You must know..." A moment of realization dawned on her. "Oh yes, I see. You're just being polite. That's nice of you. I would be honored if you'd be my provider." She took his hand, and lead him towards an unoccupied section of the lounge. Her choice of words said something, as the business-like folks generally called them partners. Still, she was certainly not back to acting sexy.
He had some experience with this reaction, so he did his best to set her at ease. "I'm not here for a rotation." They had reached a lounge couch, and she turned to face him. He softened his voice to make his admission more personal, "I'm under a bit of stress and I really need to unwind." His eyes took her in again as he paused. She was not quite two feet taller than him, her shoulders cresting near the top of his head. Blond hair fell down over them towards Rashja-enhanced melon-sized breasts. Her body was decorated with red lace clothing that showed off her shape but was starting to look too small for her. It wasn't hard for his next words to be convincing, "you are absolutly stunning and sexy, and it looked like you genuinely enjoyed your previous session. I think you're exactly who I'm looking for. Can this be the resort? Can I just be patron Simon, and you my Goddess?" Even when playing up enjoyment in the lounge, employees seldom referred to eachother with the term Goddess. The implication of superiority didn't fit well in the workplace. He hoped from the instant smile on her face, he had won her over.
"I admit I'm relieved. You most certainly can be Simon, my treasured stallion, and I, Goddess Susan." He could tell his attempet had worked, she was quickly relaxing back into her sexy persona. Her hands slipped in around his neck, fingers combing up into his hair, as she closed the gap between them to maybe a foot. "Let's start your unwind with some light massage." Her fingers squeezing against his scalp already felt incredible, his head dropped, breaking their eye contact, and setting him staring into the valley of cleavage encouraged by the demi-bra. He liked the way her huge hands felt wrapped around his skull, dragging his hair about. It sent little chills up his neck.
He wasn't sure which of them was precipitating it, but they were inching closer. He brought his hands to rest on her hips, gently increasing the intimacy level. The hemline of her demi-bra was now only inches in front of his face. He felt her hands move down to his neck and shoulders, alternating between them as she worked at the stiffness in his muscles. At her firmness increased, she was increasingly tossing his head about, side-to-side, back-to-front. His forehead had bumped awkwardly yet arousingly into the fleshy globes of her chest a couple times before her hand pressed against his head, keeping him there.
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Cheri had waited in the entry-area for several minutes before a provider arrived. Their exchange was nearly silent. She checked his Rashja levels tatoo before leading him into the lounge. She was hardly paying attention to the moment, as he body went through the motions. It could be like that if they so chose, like on autopilot. She wasn't even thinking about him as she pressed her body up against him, pushing his buttons. She was not quite seven-feet-tall, and if she wanted to put on enough height to get near Chris inconspicuously, she needed to think outside the box.
Her lips were pumping up and down on him when the realization hit her. She almost lost it at the distraction of his climax into her, but a moment later he had politely thanked her and excused himself, and she realized how she would do it. Both employees and resort patrons were given rules against intercourse. Few knew that these rules were mostly to prevent liability for the resort. A rash of STD or a pregnancy distorted by the Rashja, combined with a bad press wave, could outright kill the resort. Cheri had been working closely enough with Dr. Foley to have seen some of the key research reports. It had surprised her that not only could tonyata be performed through sex, but it was both incredibly pleasurable, and even more potent. In fact, the painful side effects leading to the slow pace of transformation were caused by oral injestion. The original Resort plans had found it an inconvinence, but as they realized how longer-transformations meant more stays, meant more profits, they embraced it and never looked back.
All she'd need to do to catch up was find someone to break the rules with. Her optimism slightly faded, as she thought about the difficulty in crossing that barrier. She looked around the lounge, and in a moment that seemed oddly fortuitous, she saw someone she didn't expect, Dr. Foley. He was standing opposite a blond Goddess, slightly more progressed than she, who was massaging down his shoulders and arms. His head was leaned over resting on her big breasts, bobbling a bit as her massage forced his body to shift about. Her doubt spoke first, it won't work, he's the lab director, he'll never do it. However, another part of her was hopeful. She had seen the way he looked at her since their previous lounge encounter. Some days she thought, or hoped, that he'd romance her, but it hadn't happened. She relaxed back into her seat, set on her course of action.
* Fulfilled
Chris saw redness, felt hot, something on his arm, and turned his head in confusion. It responded more slowly than he expected. Where was he? Was it day? night? Redness? He realized his eyes were closed and opened them only for them to slam shut from the shock of the bright sun and blue sky above him. Right. Teri, his body massage. She had both relaxed and exhausted him, rubbing her oiled up body, mostly her breasts, all over him, and servicing his need each time it had arisen. He vague remembered her picking him up to carry him back to Vanessa, and then his mind was blank. That must have been when he nodded off. "Vanessa, he's awake now. Do you have any more objections?" Who was that talking? Chris covered his eyes and opened them, letting them adjust to the bright outdoor light.
He heard Vanessa snicker a little bit under her breath. She was close. "By all means, show him your stuff Kendra." Chris' eyes were finally adjusting. Vanessa was lying on her side; propped up on one arm; her face looking down at him. She was both huge and beautiful in her Goddess proportions. Her plush lips framed a mouth almost as wide as his head, her face almost as wide as his body. He could feel his arm now, it was pinned under her breasts. He felt like a moving statue began to speak, "you're a popular attraction today my prince." She looked up, and he followed her gaze to Kendra's naked form, lying similarly a bit further away from his opposite side. Her blond hair fell straight down, and her topless body was stunning.
"Did you have a nice little nap?" It seemed rhetorical, but he motioned to sit up, requiring Vanessa to back away from him a little to let him up. Kendra's eyes were completely fixed on him as he nodded. "I'm sure you remember me. I'd like to put some of that recuperation to good use." Did he remember her? Not only as she saucy, bold, and exceptionally talented. Her tempting question was already ringing in his head...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. It was a hard moment to forget, as when she said it, he was seated in the palm of her hand, lifted off the ground like he was a little plaything for her. After that moment he wasn't surprised she could attract a harem of men. He noticed the hand under her slowly and suggestively brushing her breast, as if it was just a casual motion. Her eyes showed satisfaction at catching him peeking, and he could almost hear her in his head, is my little show distracting you? "Vanessa and Teri here tell me your mojo there is special, and I'd like another sample, tasty pop. Whadda ya say? Making Kendra happy can be," she inserted a finger into her mouth, slowly drawing it out, "very rewarding."
Her every advance, every bit of sexiness, only made him think of her tempting words. Still he looked to Vanessa. She just smiled and whispered down to him, "I know you like her. We'll have plenty of time. Besides, I'm supposed to share you, remember." Seeing the interest in his face, she rolled away to stand and spoke to both of them. "Looks like he's yours for a while. I'm going to go check-in." A moment later she was gone, and the mood seemed to change. It was strange how private it seemed given that they were in an outdoor cabana with people populating the pool deck in every direction.
Kendra slowly crawled towards him on all fours, and this time he caught her staring down between his legs. The duration and the look in her eye after said she intended him to notice. Despite how much he could taste sex in the air, he wasn't yet fully aroused. He figured it had something to do with climaxing 5, maybe 6 times since he woke that day. She crawled right on-top of him, pushing him back flat against the cushion. Her legs hugged his body as she sat up, her butt touching his thighs only gently. Her hands cupped under her breasts, "do you like them? You didn't get to enjoy them last time because of the game. Now they are all yours." With her prodding he couldn't help but stare. They were perfect. She wasn't huge like Teri, or merely large like Vanessa, but athletic, firm, perky.
She leaned down towards him, catching herself with one arm and using the other to bring his hand to her breast. With her Goddess proportions, even her medium size was huge and dwarfed his hand. "I can see you like that, feeling up my hot tits. I like it too sweetie. Here, take a taste." She leaned down fully, her arms resting beside his head, her nipple guided right to his lips. He made no attempt to resist, taking it in his mouth immediately. He could hear her whispering down to him while his tongue explored her. "I'll do whatever you need to get you ready to give me your jucy little treat. Maybe you'd like to just watch me rub-myself for you, my tits, my clit. I'd make you so hot. I'd pretend I didn't see you, and then, ohh i'm so sorry, is it my fault that cock is so big and hard? Please let me help you with that. Or maybe you'd like to be the king, commanding your willing slave concubine? If you're finished with my tits my king, may I offer you my ass? My ass is twice as hot. Firm, and tight. You'll like it."
She shifted over, dragging her tits across his face and stuffing her other nipple between his lips. "Though I seem to remember, yes. Even after sucking you off.. and I apologize, that quick insult to my talents was only because of the game.. you were still quite excited. Could it be you want to be my playtoy? I can manhandle you like you've never experienced. You liked that didn't you? An impetuous 19 year old, picking you up in the palm of my hand. You know it only feels like I'm lifting a pound or two. If you want me to get rough, I could creatively explore you with my fingers. Just tell me what you want, Kendra is throwing herself at you, and she doesn't ask twice."
Chris' cock was now rock-hard just listening to her, but the whole time he could only think of one thing, "fuck me". Had he said that out-loud? She immediately pushed herself up, a curious look on her face. He was momentarily uncertain. Maybe he should have asked to be her playtoy. He really had liked it. And what did she mean about her previous pleasuring being an insult to her talents. He wasn't sure if this was more Kendra bravado, or if she really might rock his world.
"You've been thinking about me have you?" She smiled a devious smile. "Ohh I absolutely remember. So when was it?" Her hands found their way down to touch and gently squeeze his cock, keeping it warm and hard. "When was the last time you were fucked by a 19 year old, now about eight-foot-four, who could carry you around with her little finger?" He shook his head and silently mouthed the word, never. "No, I wouldn't think so. I don't know. I really need to get your juice in my mouth, we don't want you getting too excited down there and sending the prized serum to waste." The disappointment on Chris' face was evident, and she turned it around immediately. "Alright Chris. I promised you what you want, so I'll make you a deal. You warn me before you're going to come, so I can get that tasty prize onto my lips, and if we miss, you owe me two more my way, okay?" He nodded, tingles of anticipation flowing in him.
She rose up on her knees, her body stunning. She reached down, one arm under his back, the other under his butt, and before he knew it he was dangling off the ground. "You're the pilot. Guide him in to get us started here." She was holding him several inches off the ground, and it took him a moment to understand what she meant. When he did, he looked down, and took his cock in his hands, inserting it into her as she lifted him up further. "There we go, mmm." She gently pulsed his body up into her, while staying impossibly steady on her knees.
She was very wet, and at first she felt as unstimulatingly spacious as you might expect given her Goddess proportions. He brought his hands up to her torso, feeling the sexy contours of her body. She lifted his shoulders higher until he could just barely reach her breasts. He half expected some quip out of her, but she just stared down at him with satisfaction, as if so say, go ahead, I know you love my fucking amazing tits. She was right. Then the sensation changed, she tensed up her muscles, tightening the grip on him until there was just enough friction to. Ohh yes. He let out an involuntary moan as his head snapped back.
Then the tightness faded, and he brought his eyes back to hers with a look of longing. "You'll get some more, I just like to play with my prey a little before a meal." She was still thrusting him up into her, but sex was soft and sloppy. Then she did it again, tensing her vaginal muscles until he felt himself dragging in and out of her. He tried to resist showing how much he liked it in the hopes she wouldn't stop. Quiet as he was, his body and face were tensing at the pleasure. The world went black and he realized he had involuntarily closed his eyes, damn. It felt so amazing... Then it faded again, his face instantly relaxing and telegraphing his response.
She didn't look like she was getting much out of this, and honestly she wasn't, unless you counted the amazing emotional satisfaction of pleasuring him, owning him, like this. It was something they had been counseled about during orientation. During the Goddess transition, female sexual sensations are dramatically reduced. However, the Rashja provides an emotional euphoria, and a similar type of cathartic release both from her partner's pleasure, and from the sernasa. Of course even without this, even at her present size, no man would be big enough to meet her need.
Again she tensed up her sex. Chris felt himself inching closer to euphoria. She had been pumping him up into her for several minutes, her sexy frame and breasts in arousing display in front of him. He wondered if he should warn her about how close he was, so she could taste the tonyata. What if he didn't? The feeling of dragging against her insides was driving him crazy. He didn't want it to stop. She could see the conflict in his eyes. She knew he was close, so she again relaxed. "It's okay my little tasty pop. If you really love it, you can come into me." She slowed the pace of her thrusting for the first time, wary of accidentally setting him off. "I don't know if we have to worry about pregnancy in here, but I'm on the pill. Just remember our little deal. Is that what you want?" He suddenly felt like she was setting him up all along. She knew once he was here he'd want more. She knew she'd get two sessions with him. He would have felt used if it wasn't for the fact that her prize meant he was going to get two even more amazing blowjobs than she gave him before. Why was he even resisting? He nodded his head. "Should I want a little first?" He had barely shook his head when he felt her muscles tensing up again. "Here you go my prince."
She sped up, thrusting him both faster and a little harder into her. She was watching his face, enjoying the small muscle changes, the tension, the signs of pleasure he couldn't hide even if he wanted to. She felt like she was enjoying it almost as much as he did. She wasn't. He was in ecstasy. He felt it swelling in him. He tensed his muscles fighting it off. His arms, his legs, his back. He finally let his head fall back. He let out an involuntary whimper but didn't realize it. She slightly quickened her pace, thrusting him in and out of her, tensing her muscles as much as she dared, forcing the sensation on him. Then the climax was upon him. He felt himself pumping and pulsing into her. The more she lifted him up against her crotch, the more he enjoyed the climax.She slowly relaxed her vaginal muscles but kept her rhythm, manipulating him against her. She knew he'd make it clear when he wanted her to stop. Thirty seconds, then sixty-seconds after, he was still craned over backwards enjoying her pumping him into her soft warm wetness.
He felt her stutter, and hear a conflicted moan of pleasure burst out of her. He looked up, and she was in the throws of pleasure, her head tossed aside, her mouth gaping open in shock. She wasn't sure what was happening. It didn't arrive like a climax. She had to admit she could barely feel him inside her. Still, she reflexively pulled him as far up into her as she could, hoping the sensation would continue. It did continue, and she held him there.
Chris was staring at her face, trying to read anything he could off her. She was looking back at him now, and her pleasure was now evident in her expression. Her mouth still held partially open. She was still holding him firmly pressed up into her crotch. He felt her shudder, and then his whole body felt a sensation. He was moving, his periphery was changing. He didn't quite grasp what was happening before she pulled his body up against her tummy, his cheek smashed into her chest harder than he would liked for their intimate moment.
Then he noticed it again, he was moving, he could see that he was lifting higher off the ground. He felt her skin dragging against him. Then he realized what was happening. It was a sernasa. She was growing! He puzzled for a minute, as he thought the tonyata required them to injest his seed. Yet he'd never been told that. Had they simply assumed? Further, it normally took much longer than this to take effect, ten, maybe fifteen minutes. This had happened in a matter of seconds. He was distracted by her hard nipple catching the corner of his mouth. He was pressed so hard into her chest it dragged at his lips uncomfortably before they slipped free, then proceeded digging into his cheek. He expected it to stop any moment now, but it didn't stop. Her tit dragged up away from his face, until it left him smashed into her ribcage, and even then he still felt her skin dragging.
He finally felt the sensation stop, and she held him firm for a few moments before letting him away from her tummy. "Uhm, that was... pleasantly unexpected." They both focused their attention on her body, trying to gauge how much she had grown. Compared to what he had seen only minutes before, she looked huge. Her arms seemed somehow bigger, her tits rounder and fuller, her torso longer. Her hands underneath him felt bigger, broader. Her lips were huge and plush, reminding him of Vanessa's. A realization struck him. Vanessa was over ten-feet-tall! How much had Kendra grown in that one sernasa!? She finally let him out of her sex, still cradling him off the ground. She finally looked right at him, "I hope you liked that as much as I did, because that was amazing. You just became my new favorite playtoy. I simply have to know how much I just grew. Care to accompany me to a check-in kiosk and find out?" Chris had no idea what a check-in kiosk was, but he nodded, for the first time feeling a lust that rivaled his desire for Vanessa. Kendra stood while still cradling him, and a moment later was carrying him away from the cabana.