* Housecall
Dr. Foley was standing outside Cheri's dorm location momentarily wondering if he should really be there. Earlier he had run into her at the employee tonyata lounge. It wasn't entirely unexpected, as he'd adjusted the computer records to move up his tonyata rotation specifically to 'accidentally' run into her. However, at the time it couldn't have been further from his mind. Goddess Susan, from plant biotics, had just sublimely relaxed and serviced him. Her bubbly and sexy personality pulled his mind away from mundane troubles, with a bit of help from her Goddess-sized busty swimsuit model body. He still felt himself stir when he saw Cheri. He wasn't sure what it was about her. She was certainly pretty, but no-more-so than any of the Rashja perfected female staff. She was slender compared to Susan, a bit less sensual stripper body, a bit more evening-gown class. He wondered if it was because he knew her well. She was certainly competent in the lab. Or maybe it was the way he seemed to notice sexy moments in here, even when she was just in the lab in her labcoat.
Before his mind found a point to it's drifting reconsideration, the door opened. Cheri was stunning. She was in a classy and more full coverage black mini-dress designed to make the Goddess transition fit in better in the workplace. Her head was only a smidge above the seven-foot door frame. "Dr. Foley, thank you for coming." Her gesture invited him in. What was he doing here? She was sort-of his employee. This might have mattered in any other workplace. It didn't matter in the resort. He followed her in. The dorm was furnished in standard resort dorm style. They were all one bedroom units, with a small living room area and a bedroom.
"I'm happy to be here. You eluded to something very important I could help you with." They sat on chairs near each other. From her size, this might be her last evening or two at home. Once she became a bit more progressed, she'd need to make herself comfortable in the main resort for the remainder of her Goddess rotation. His pulse quickened at the thought that his window of opportunity was slipping away. Still, she seemed distant. Making the leap to connect them didn't seem easy. "Ohh, and please call me Simon."
At that she smiled, and extended her hand to his knee. "Simon," she seemed to revel in using his first name. It might have been the first time she'd ever done it. "As you can see, I'm mid-progression preparing for a Goddess Rotation. I feel the best way to observe patron-113 is from within the resort." A bit unconventional, but not unreasonable. "The sooner I can get close to him, the sooner I can truly understand the situation, and I'm almost three feet shy of my ten-foot target." Her face flashed embarrassment as if she had mis-spoken for a moment. "I don't mean to sound... Forgive me, I did not invite you here just for..." His spirit sank a little bit at her back-step. Why was he here? She stumbled at her words. "Would you like to have dinner with me?" He paused, a little surprised at the question. "I mean like a date."
He should have realized it sooner. The evening dress, the meeting in a private space. He considered asking her months ago, still no sense fretting about that now. "I would love to." Her smile beamed at his response.
* Graduation
"Are you ready my little treasure?" Vanessa was wearing only a jewlery thong, as there wasn't much around to fit her eleven-foot frame. It was evening and dark at the Resort, and she and Chris were standing at the gates to level three, wondering what their final stage at the resort would be like. Really only Vanessa was standing. Chris was swooped up in her arms, almost getting used to the way she cradled him crushed against her now monstrous naked breast. The moment Kendra had dropped him back off with his Goddess, Vanessa had told him about the invitation to level three. Kendra seemed jealous, but kept surprisingly cool, for Kendra. Even more surprising, she didn't mention the sex-tonyata to Vanessa. Chris didn't know how to bring it up, so for now it remained his and Kendra's private moment.
Vanessa's question was obviously rhetorical. She pushed through the giant heavy gate, it's heft a natural barrier to all but well developed Goddesses. Yet another pool area adorned with tiki torches, though there were fewer and more varied size lounge chairs here. Some of them were simply monstrous. The sight of their first level three Goddess caught them both off-guard. She had naturally brown complexion, possibly of American Indian descent, with straight dark black hair. Her body was naked as far as he could see in the dim flickery light of the moon and tikis. She noticed them immediately and made her way in their direction. "Welcome, welcome." Her hands gestured wide. "I'm Kayoko." Chris' mind was focused on the shock of seeing someone several feet taller than even Vanessa!
With Vanessa carrying him, his eyes were ten feet off the ground, yet he was looking up at a Goddess eyes another three feet up. She bent, lowering her face down to his eye level, "and who do we have here?" Something about her incredibly oversize facial features was as unnerving as it was arousing. She didn't wait for a response, reaching to pluck him out of Vanessa's grasp. One hand under his arm while the other slipped under his bottom.
Vanessa made no move to resist the hand-off, herself both shocked and excited about the realization that she too would soon be an even more towering picture of perfection. "His name is Christopher." As Kayoko straightened up, Chris felt a little precarious, his head almost fourteen feet off the ground. The subtle motion of her palm and fingers under his butt and thighs was strange as she brought him alongside her, mostly facing out towards Vanessa. Just as he instinctively reached to her shoulder to steady himself, she removd her hand from his chest, her posture casually holding and almost displaying him, seated in the palm of her hand. This left his view primarily of Vanessa, in-front and below him, the top of her head just barely above the level of his "seat". She was obviously making eye-contact with Kayoko, "is there anything special we should know about level three?"
Looking down towards Vanessa gave him a little startle at the height to the ground, and he reflexively tensed. Kayoko's fingers again shifted under him, and he was momentarily susprised by the feeling of a huge finger wrapping up through his legs, both holding him more steadily and pressing against his crotch. "I highly recommend the nightclub. It's an experience neither of you will forget." Chris felt subtle movement against his crotch, which was really starting to get him aroused. It took a small amount of effort to stop himself from responding by bumping himself against it. Kayoko hadn't even thought about it, it was simply a type of habit, almost reflex.
"We also have an unofficial rule in level three, she who inspires it and desires it, deserves it." Apparently her hand motion in his crotch wasn't as subtle as he thought, because he saw Vanessa's eyes darting over to it, watching Kayoko holding and arousing him. "This is a double-edge sword, as some of the more progressed Goddesses like to get more than their fair share by using their, ample resources," she paused for for effect, and Chris' mind couldn't help endulge her meaning. His eyes darted to the only part of her body he could really see well, one massive breast he was held next to. It really didn't seem like a body-part at all, as it was almost twice as big as his entire torso, a smooth four-foot diameter shape, tear-dropping away from her frame.
"It's really a bit of a game, as they they can't get any bigger. For example, I've reached my peak Rashja response, thirteen-feet eleven-inches." For the first time at the resort he wondered if perhaps this had all gone too far. He liked the sexy oversize dominance of eight to ten foot female perfection. At the moment it was hard to see Kayoko as even a woman. She was something else, a fantasy spectre, she truly was a God. "Some of us, however, are not so cruel, and this has created a bit of a divide, Goddess splitting off into groups. You're vessel seems plenty spent, but if you'd like to venture back to my camp, I can try to get you one last dose for the day." Chris was spent. He had lost count of how many times he had been pleasured and climaxed that day. Twelve? Fourteen times? The feeling of her massive finger rubbing up against his crotch brought all the pleasure of arousal, but his body had limits. Vanessa took the patronizing help of the larger Goddess politely. She nodded, and Kayoko led them both deeper into level three.
* Little Trouble in Big China
As Simon Foley and Cheri finished off their last shared bites of a chocolate souffle, he couldn't remember the last time he had so much fun just sitting and talking to someone. Despite talking every day in the office for months, he hadn't know how adventurous she was, enjoying scuba and windsurfing, in and be willing to try just about anything. They had both lamented the lack of a reliable skydiving operation on the island, as the experience would be stunning and exhilarating. He knew he shouldn't be surprised. Employees at the resort had to be unconventional risk takers to accept the very unusually taboo working conditions. For those that could look past societal norms, however, the lifestyle was incredible.
Simon wasn't sure if he felt so drawn to her merely because of their obvious conversational connection, or because her evening gown clad seven-foot frame out-shined even the world's supermodels. Each time she rose to get another course of the resort-staff prepared dinner, he had used etiquette as an excuse to stand and enjoy the tingle at the feeling of her familiar face peering down from more than a foot above his own. She had done her share of flirting too. It had started with her just brushing her hand against him as she took away the plates, but as she had set down the dessert, she stopped for a moment as they embraced. She kissed his forehead as they both softly wrapped around each other for an intimate moment.
He stood again as she stood to clear the dessert plate, and upon returning, he readied for his move, planning to kiss her. His plans were interrupted when she reappeared from the kitchen with a wry look on her face. "Are you okay Cheri?" She wordlessly walked past him, headed for the couch, and he followed, a moment later realizing he knew the telltale signs. Her sernasa was coming. She sat, silent as she tensed her muscles to quell the pain. He stood in front of her, the silence of recognition on both of their faces. He leaned down, slipping a hand down to her knee to try to physically express his empathy at her pain. He knew she was trying to quickly reach her target-height for her work this week, and wondered how far she'd pushed the Rashja dose.
A moment later, it was hard for him to pay much attention to his concern. He watched her frame expand, felt her knee begin to rise. It was a subtle motion, no more than a few inches, but it was obvious. Her evening gown now looked a size too small, the neckline stretched further open, the short bottom hem riding up against her thigh. The black color no longer reflecting the elegance of hidden shape, as the contours painted tight against her every curve. Her shoulders stretching the fabric wide, her breasts popping a little more off her otherwise flat and trim frame.
Cheri wasted no time as her sernasa came to an end, grasping his hand and pulling him towards her on the couch. He spread his legs around hers, intending to rest his knees on the couch straddling her, but felt himself immediately sliding. Her hand had purchase on his back and pulled him down into her, their lips meeting. Any element of awkwardness of their first kiss was overwhelmed by their state of arousal. Their tongues darted against each-other as he felt the pressure of her body against his. She held him there, his attention smashed against the hard muscles of her abdoman, forcing the kiss to continue for several minutes. When they finally parted, his need for breath caused an audible gasp. They stared deep into each-other's eyes, the realization obvious to both of them. Why hadn't they done this sooner?
She pulled him back into an embrace that he thought was a hug, but a moment later she was lifting him, leaning forward, standing from the couch. As she stood, she held him with just one arm, reaching under his and around his back. He didn't immediately understand it. Her body not seeming large enough to be capable of lifting him so easily. However, he knew it was the Rashja. Already coursing through her veins, she probably could have lifted his weight five times over. His feet dangling a foot off the ground, his body squeezed against hers, he couldn't help but glance down at cleavage pressed together by the pressure. She whispered towards him, "I think it's time to adjourn to the bedroom, unless you have any objections." He shook his head, and she started walking, carrying him in a direction he couldn't see.
It was then that the lab intercom chime sounded, startling them both. "Dr. Foley, we need you immediately. It's the farm transfer project." Cheri froze. The resort systems were extensive and highly automated. The badge he wore told the computers where he was, and routed his intercom traffic to his location. The parties on the other side had no idea where he was, nor what was he was doing, but the interrupt still left them both feeling like their private moment had been a violated. After their minds had processed and properly understood the interruption, reality set in, dousing water over the flames of their exciting moment. Cheri squeezed him tight for a moment, kissing his forehead again, and then finally setting him down on the ground in front of her.
Looking at the stunning perfection of her even-taller frame, Simon wanted to ignore the intercom, ignore his responsibilities at the lab, and just be here with her. His responsibility, however, knew better. He sighed as he took a long sweet look at her, and attempted to capture the moment. He took her hand in his. "Cheri this evening has been, incredible. I wish I didn't have to go, but I do. Sometimes these things can be resolved quickly, and sometimes they don't. I'll try to let you know as soon as I know. If this is the end of our date tonight, let me just say that it was wonderful, and I hope to do it again very soon." He was already headed for the room's intercom panel, pulling her with him in the process. He pushed the response button, "Dr. Foley here, I'll be in Coriander in about five minutes." All their conference rooms were named after spices. A little joke on the Rashja research. He knew they would already be assembled there, as Coriander was setup with computers and projectors that were useful for situations like this.
As he looked back at Cheri, shaking his head in disbelief that he was actually leaving. Even this frustrating interruption hadn't put a dent in her sexiness. The swelling of her sernasa had added just the right touch of sleaze to her otherwise elegant appearance to make her irisitable. She brushed a hand over his hair. "It's okay Simon. I'm so glad we finally found this. It's waited a long time, it can wait a little longer." She leaned down to kiss his forehead, unintentionally but serendipitous providing a picture-perfect view of her cleavage. Without thinking, he reached for her neck and pulled her down until their lips met again. The desire and intimacy of their previous moment rushed back in a flood. Wrapped up in the moment, his hand ventured down and pressed into her breast, raising the excitement level when they should be parting. She liked it. She had invited him here with the hope of selfishly speeding up her Goddess transformation, of seducing and have sex with him to receive a much more potent form of tonyata. However, she had found so much more. A real connection. She responsibly tore herself away, this time letting out her own gasp and a little laugh. "If you start doing that, I'll never let you leave."
She did hope he'd be back tonight, so she leaned in to whisper some incentive into his ear, "when you're done, I'll be here. Naked. Waiting for you to come back and fuck my brains out." She straightened up, pretending she hadn't been so explicit. "Now, go solve your crisis." She practically shoved him out the door. She had to. As she laid back against it, she already felt the second thoughts rising in her. She probably could have had him climaxing into her in a couple minutes, and he could still have been back to solve his crisis. It would have been forceful, but she would have made sure he liked it. If there was one thing she was sure of, it's that all men on the compound liked being manhandled a little bit. Still, it didn't seem right. She now wanted more than just a quick fix, she wanted Simon.
* Emergency
As Dr. Foley arrived at the conference room, a team was already assembled. Three from the security department, and two from logistics. He was informed that somehow, during their transfer of plants to their new farm facility, the plant count didn't match. Brad Grafton, the head of logistics for the move was speaking fervently, "We've been over and over the records, the numbers don't match, there is absolutely a plant missing."
"There is no way a plant went missing. My most trusted men were with the shipment personally from here to the destination. I have video footage of the entire operation. We've rechecked it all, and there is simply no way a plant went missing. You must have miscounted." The security team was understandably defensive, if they had let their prize cargo get out, there would be ramifications. The two parties bickered back and forth as Dr. Foley considered his options. The entire system of checks and balances had been setup specifically to avoid trusting any one party. He couldn't simply declare one group more trustworthy than the other. The possibility that a group may have been compromised, may have sold the Rashja plant to the highest bidder, was not outside the realm of possibility. If logistics had done it, why would they be blowing the whistle? Wouldn't they have just falsified the records? That seemed to suggest more doubt in the security team. Yet that didn't prove anything. He needed facts.
Dr. Foley held out his hand, and all the bickering stopped as everyone looked at him in the room. "Please. We are not here to assess blame. We are here to determine if there is a missing specimen, and if there is, where it is. Steve," addressing the head of security, "I need your team to pull up the security feed for the on-site farm before the transfer and use it to count the plants in the tray. I know it may not be ideal, but do your best." His face showed recognition at Dr. Foley's suggestion, one he obviously hadn't considered, and he immediately directed his team members to start. They moved to the computer's on the edge of the room and started talking among themselves as they completed the task. Dr. Foley wasn't as worried as these team members were. He was the only person in the room that knew the level of safeguard and paranoia the resort had gone through to protect their intellectual property. Each of the plants was infested with a fungus that would destroy the plant in a matter of days if not kept at bay by the proper cocktail of chemicals. Anyone unaware that saw the fungus spreading and tried to outright kill it, would likely kill the plant itself in the process.
Still, he had to maintain all appearances of having no further safeguards. These hidden safeguards only worked so long as people didn't know they existed. He thoughts briefly shifted to a sexy image of Cheri. He imagined arriving to find her Rashja-perfected body spread eagle on the bed waiting for him and cursed the gods of fate for interrupting his evening. He pulled out his onsite-cellular, and sent her a message. "Long night. Don't wait up. I'll check-in in the morning."
* Eyes of the Law
It was late morning, and Vanessa and Chris were more well rested then they had been in days. Vanessa's request was to check out the level three role-play area, and she was carrying Chris in that direction. The grounds were sparingly but stunningly adorned with Goddesses, most of them further progressed than Vanessa. Unlike level two, with lounge chairs fit only for the male patrons, here the Goddess were spread about, sunning and relaxing, often by themselves.
Something about their evening with Kayoko had turned strange. Her 'camp' was a cabana under the stars, with several Goddesses and male patrons in various states of sleeping and sexing. Upon arriving, Kayoko had queued up a few male patrons for Vanessa to help bring her to her true Goddess state. Vanessa had participated, receiving tonyata from two of them before politely declining the third. The outright orgy like setting was as shocking as it was arousing for Chris, as he watched Vanessa do her work while Kayoko held and fondled him. He didn't rememeber falling asleep, and as soon as he woke, Vanessa seemed to want to get out of there. Several of the men seemed to command Vanessa to stay, but she ignore them to their surprise. She summed up her reflection on the night events as she walked, "something wasn't right about that Kayoko. That whole situation was strange." Chris couldn't disagree, though it was a kind of strange he wouldn't mind spending more time around.
Inside the level three role-play area, it was as much different as it was the same. There were racks of costumes, but these racks were simply huge, obviously out of necessity to hold costumes for a larger stage of Goddess. Instead of a huge variety of costumes, however, there were only a few duplicated in many sizes. Held up high by Vanessa, Chris hadn't even noticed the resort employee sitting at a desk far down below. "Welcome," he paused and looked down at a monitor in front of him, "Goddess Vaness and patron Christopher. I can see this is your first time at the level three role play so let me explain." Chris faced down at him, but his view was filled more by Vanessa's huge breasts than anything else. "First, we have some human sized props outdoors. Cars, cages, stoplights. Real-life things the Goddesses can play with. We ask you not to hurt them, too much. Second, we have a couple Goddess-sized environments. A doctor's room, a small workout gym, and a baby's room. These costumes are available for your use in any of the settings." His hand waved across the racks before continuing. "In the morning, we have group Goddess Yoga sessions, and in the evening, Goddess Nightclub is open for your participation. If you need anything, you just let me know."
Vanessa didn't seem to be listening much to him, as she had been scanning the racks and walked over with intent. She spoke a little under her breath, her words only for Chris, "I know exactly what I want to do with you this morning." She pulled an item off the rack. It was huge and blue. His mind struggled to recognize the oversize shape, but a moment later he could see it appeared to be an officer uniform. After Vanessa sized it up and grabbed a different size, he could see there were two pieces and a hat. "Perfect!"
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Chris was seated buck naked in a red convertible Mustang, waiting for the role play to begin. Apparently Vanessa was going to be a traffic cop, and mock 'pull him over' for something. As she was away putting her costume on, Chris admired the scenery. The car was just set out on the sand, the ocean's edge not more than thirty of forty feet away. Foliage loosely separated a couple different outdoor role play prop areas, but not enough to provide total privacy. In front of him was a traffic light that would have seemed perfectly normal if he was driving and his car was stopped waiting for it to turn. In reality, it looked out of place sticking out of the sand, right near a tropical beach.
He was thinking about how this place sure was a trip when he noticed some movement in the rear-view mirror of the convertible. Legs, tall legs, leading up to the edge of a blue pair of cropped-shorts. That's all he could see as Vanessa walked up from behind the car. His eyes instinctively followed her into the driver's side mirror, where her approach seemed even more impressive. Her knees higher than the side of the car.
Quicker than he expected, she was standing right alongside the door looking down at him. "License and registration please." He looked up at her, getting a better understanding of her costume. It was more of a stripper's interpretation of an officer uniform. Her tummy was completely bare; only a thin strip held her top together below her breasts; and even though they were almost directly above him, he could see the buttons up the front were undone. She knelt down in the sand next to the car, bringing her massive cleavage directly into view as she attempted to more easily allow eye-contact. "License and registration please." He did as he would have done if it were his car, popping open the glove compartment, which was completely empty. He mock reached in and mock handed her what would have been the paper license and registration. She play-acted taking it , suspiciously eyeing him.
"Sir, do you always drive around naked?" Actually, he never drove around naked, but he played along, shaking his head and answering her, no officer. "Are there any weapons in the vehicle?" No officer. "Sir, I'm going to need to search the vehicle, please stay where you are." She stood, walking to the front of the car. The sight of her was incredible. The streetlight was only a foot or two above her head. She could easily reach up and touch it. Her attention was focused down on the car, however. She knelt and reached one hand under the front bumper and lifted it! He was shocked at the car tilting and moving beneath him, only stopping when she was again standing, holding it waist high. She looked down, mock-inspecting something on the front of the car. The headlights? Her show of strength was amazing. As easily as she had lifted it, she slowly returned the car to the ground before striding around the far side of the car. His eyes tracked her as she moved. He just now realized her hair was tied back in a pony tail that stuck out behind her officer's cap.
He stared at her in the rear-view as she bent down, her cleavage filling the mirror. Again she lifted and the car moved. He had to brace himself against the steering wheel, and he lost view of her in the mirror before she against slowly set the car to the ground. She once again returned to the driver's side door, standing at her full height, her face barely visible above her breasts. "Sir, the vehicle looks okay, but we certainly do have a problem. This car was reported stolen three days ago. I'm going to have to remove you from the vehicle." She reached down, and before he knew he he was slowly but firmly hoisted up into the air. She set him down standing on the edge of the door only long enough to get a hand under his rear. Once she had lifted him up to eye-level, he realized this view of her costume was even more stunning. Her boobs were pressed together by her outstretched arms, the fabric accentuating their shape. "Sir, I'm afraid I'm going to have to disarm that weapon immediately." He followed her eyes down and realized she was staring at his fully stiff erection. He was sitting in the palm of her hand, making him think of Kayoko the evening before. The sensation had been even stranger, the palm even bigger, as Vanessa's soon would be. He wanted her to get there quickly, and he knew just how to make it happen.