* End of an All Nighter
It was approaching 11am, and Dr. Foley had been trapped in the conference room they called Coriander for most of the night, having only slept on a nearby couch for a few hours. Each time he felt he could just go get some sleep and review the progress in the morning, the team came up with another crisis. The original cause for alarm had been a mismatch in the number of Rashja plants leaving their facility vs the number that arrived at the new farm destination. Security insisted it was a mis-count, while logistics suspected a security breach. Half the night the security team had spent painstakingly using archival security footage to attempt a recount of the plants before they were packaged and sent. It had been a good idea late last night, but it only led to more problems. The team had spent hours arguing about how many plants were behind blurry or odd-angle sections of the footage. The process was so unreliable, it was like scientists trying to determine whether one-thousand-and-one or one-thousand-and-two quarters landed in a bucked by listening to the clickity-clank sound they made.
The environment only became more stressful, when after three hours of counting, the security team had counted exactly twenty plants more than they expected to find if there had been a mis-count on the sending side. Twenty plants seemed to round and large a number for small mistakes, and it was exactly the number that existed in a planter tray. Security wanted to just call the re-count a success, assuming that twenty more meant that they had simply counted one too many trays on the video. Logistics didn't accept that there was a counting mistake, and insisted on a recount. Everyone was on edge, everyone was over-tired. The environment was going from bad to worse, and Dr. Foley suspected if he kept them at this emergency any longer, nothing would come of it.
They were back at work laboriously trying to re-count plants on video streams when Dr. Foley called for their attention, "Listen up. Brad. Steve. Everyone. I believe we've learned as much as we can about this discrepancy." His word choice was careful not to imply blame or assume outcomes, but he had his hunches. A four hour video count exactly one planter off was not very likely. "The next step is two-fold. First, I want you all to get some sleep. Brad, when you're team is refreshed, go through your previous logistics logs, see if you can spot any possible explanation for a clerical error on your side. Perhaps a plant was removed and not logged. Perhaps our uniform counting encouraged not counting at all. Look through your harvest numbers, anything you have. Report back by tomorrow morning." Brad nodded. His persistence through the night that there was no way this was a logistics mistake, that there was a plant missing, was beaten down by his desire to finally get some sleep. "Steve. I'd like you to put your best men on finding out where a missing plant would have gone. If it accidentally disappeared, it's out there somewhere, and you can find it. If there is foul play involved, then someone took it, and if someone took it, there is probably a buyer. Scout the 'nets, see if you can find anything that might lead you to an answer." The entire security team was relieved to finally be going to sleep, so they didn't say much as they quietly receeded to the door to get some sleep.
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Dr. Foley was in a daze walking the corridors, wishing he were already sleep. His mind drifted to his date before the emergency, his connection with Cheri. In his currently state it seemed like a dream he couldn't really trust. Had it even happened at all? He didn't even remember walking through his dorm as he flopped down on the still-made bed and drifted off to sleep.
* Exceeding the Speed Limit
Chris was in front of Vanessa admiring the dangerous curves of her sexy police woman costume while held in the palm of her hand. As near as he could remember, she was about eleven-feet-tall. It was hard to believe she wasn't yet twice his height, as from his perch she just seemed so massive. She was shapely for sure, with every bit of trim sexy curve she had when she was inches shorter than him. However, her body hadn't simply become taller, it had swelled in every proportion, and some possibly even a little more. Her fingers were spread as wide as his body, the digits cradling his butt and touching his lower back in ways that didn't seem possible. As he was facing her, his legs straddled her wrist. In an effort to feel more secure he had grabbed hold of her forearm, which at her size felt more like a leg, his hands not reaching all the way around it. His eyes fought a constant battle, drawn up to the emotional connection of her eyes, drawn down to breasts wider and more massive that most of his body straining against the mock police crop-top. The cleavage was winning. Her top was only held together at it's very bottom, exposing a two-foot-tall valley that he had the urge to just wiggle himself into.
"Sir, you do know that concealing a weapon is against the law." Her words snapped him out of the daze her body put him in. It took him a moment to see she wasn't trying to look at his eyes but between his legs. It took him another moment to realize the way his arms propped him up was blocking her view. She didn't give him time to even think about how to answer or react. Her free hand grasped around both of his wrists, pulling his arms up straight over his head. He knew she hadn't tasted him yet this morning, and if the last few days were any indication, she wasn't going to wait much longer. He felt himself very slowly rising towards her mouth, his mind flooding with anticipation. Some primal part of his brain blocked out every thought but what her lips and tongue would feel like lapping against him. Even as she drew it out, inching him forward, her lips suggestively parted, he knew there had been something else he was thinking about What was it?
Even as the thought started to surface, the feeling of her warm wet tongue against him forced it away. His entire view was filled with her hair, black and lustrous as it flowed around a head almost as big as his torso. She tilted it sideways, and her hair parted around her sexy ear. It was a strange thought for him, as he'd never thought of an ear as sexy before, but something about that perfect shape, up close and enhanced to the size of a small lunch plate, made him want to kiss and explore it. She was so big, and she was going to get even bigger! The thought he had been trying to remember came to him in a flood, he remembered Kendra, the tonyata-sex, how she'd grown a foot in a matter of seconds after. Vanessa's sernasa had never been more than several inches, and usually twenty, maybe fourty, minutes after she ingested his Rashja infused fluid. He hadn't told Vanessa, and somehow even now it seemed hard to broach the subject. Every resort goddess was so completely focused on devouring him, it was somehow against the flow.
Vanessa was unaware of his shifting mental focus as she lapped against him again. With her hands occupied, one palm forming the seat under him, the other holding his hands captive above him, her tongue had the job of drawing him between her lips. She knew what he liked, so she playfully flicked it against him, resisting the urge to dexterously curl it around and pull him into her to get her elixir. "Vanessa," his voice surprised her, breathy like a whisper yet loud because he was practically on top of her ear. Her desire to pleasure him was fighting her body's urge to take what it needed, and his voice connected them, making it somehow easier. She continued her teasing. "We could do something different this time, something you'll really like." Her mind puzzled in response, something different than what? Taking you in my... No sooner had she thought it, and the battle shifted, her tongue reaching out and pulling him between her lips. She pushed her tongue against the contours, familiar, yet relatively less substantial. He went silent, and she felt him tense at the increased sensation. What could I like better than... The thought of him finishing into her, the Rashja trickling down her throat, made her even more hungry for it. She twirled her tongue around him, giving him one last jolt of pleasure before she would take what was was now hers. He felt the jolt of pleasure, and he loved it. He almost dismissed his little plan and begged her for more, but a bigger desire acted. "Vanessa, stop."
Vanessa had never felt anything like it. Her lips and tongue froze even as she willed them to continue. She was so close she could almost taste the Rashja just from memory, yet there was no feeling of her tongue sliding against him. She willed her arms to press him into her mouth, but they would not. Every bit of desire and pleasure in her slowly began to turn cruel, and she felt the Rashja burn at her defiance. "Vanessa, I found something that will progress you even faster. Put me inside you. Make me come inside you." Come inside me? You are inside me! You don't understand, I need it! Even as her mind raged, it knew his meaning. The Rasha would not allow her to defy him. Her desire was pushed away, forgotten, as her thoughts were realigned to his meaning. Every part of Goddess Resort orientation had been very clear about this. They had dozens of warnings againt sex, for your own safety, against policy, and after those they added threats, removed from the Resort, barred from future visits. Everything she had been told forbid it, yet she could feel her body already beginning to comply.
Her arms pulled him free of her lips, and the Rashja deemed her verbal objection not a violation of his will, "Christopher, we are forbidden." He face was calm, and it calmed her. Even as she hoped for a repose, a reconsideration, her body was guided by the Rashja. Looking down, she considered her shorts, how they would need to be removed. Even as she tried to fight it, the Rashja commanded her. She needed a free hand, and let her hand fall down away from it's job holding his soft bottom. He dangled submissively in-front of her, from her grip around his wrists. The Rashja did not stop her look of doubt, as it compelled her to slip fingers around the waist of her costume shorts and tear them away more easily than if they had been made of tissue paper.
Christopher looked calm. "Trust me." His voice was barely audible, at least to Vanessa, as her mind was still somewhat disconnected, the Rashja owning her. Still, his words began to put her at ease. Was that the Rashja too, or did she want to trust him? She wasn't sure. Chris was unaware of the battle of will going on inside her.
For his part, he could not remember anything more sexy than the sight of Vanessa at that moment. Female perfection, personified and exaggerated. With her shorts on the sand below, the flair of her naked hips somehow made the police hat and unbuttoned crop-top seem even more sexy. No longer an indecent Halloween costume, they were accents for a Sex Goddess. Her massive tits taunting in front of his face. He was so turned on he wanted to reach out and grope every part of her. Yet dangling from his captive wrists, his toes three feet off the ground, he had neither the ability to move towards nor reach for her. As she shifted her weight, spreading her stance, he worried that his excitement wouldn't wait until he was inside her.
Vanessa was letting the last threads of her resistance go. It hadn't been an aversion to sex, as she was plenty promiscuous. It hadn't been a need to conform to authority, as she ignored it at every turn. It had merely been a selfish desire, to get everything she wanted. She wanted to return to the Resort, and this might jeopardize it. However, she also knew that the Rashja owned her. She knew she couldn't resist it, and if they expected her to do that, they were expecting the impossible. At the thought, she gave in completely, taking on the desire as her own. She looked down at Chris eyeing her tits. When had they gotten so much bigger than him? Even as she pondered the question, the hunger flowed back into her like a waterfall. She had to have the Rashja. She acted, lowering his dangled body even as she pulled him towards her sex.
When he felt him against her wetness, she worked to indirectly get him inside her. Rotating her hips, pulling and lifting him against her. It was harder than she thought, but as soon as she was sure, her palm asserted itself on his bottom and pushed him into her.
Chris had to tense his muscles hard as he felt himself pressed against her. With both of her hands holding him up, she worked to indirectly get him isnide. Rotating her hips, pulling and lifting him against her. His over-stimulated state, looking up at his Goddess' tummy and breasts from below, and the feeling of her sloppy wetness had him tensing every muscle he had just to keep from bringing an untimely end to his grand plans. As soon as she worked him into her and pulled him deeper, he relaxed his vigilence and felt himself ejaculating into her. From the way she was pulsing him into her, he guessed she hadn't felt it yet. A moment later, she let out a tortured moan of pleasure like he'd never heard out of her. "Ohh my. Ohh my god." He could just barely see her face above her protruding breasts, and as she stared off into space it held a contorted combination of shock and ecstasy.
Her hand was mindlessly pulsing him against her crotch as he felt it. His perspective shifted as her body swelled. His dangling position rising higher off the ground despite her not having moved. From his captive location, he couldn't really see her height change, though he was sure it did. However, the surge in her size was more than obvious. Her body was already 50% wider than his, and right in front of his eyes he saw it surge wider still. It might only have been a few inches, but it was incredibly obvious. Simultaneously, her breasts surged. First outwards an inch, and then as the strip of fabric holding together her crop-top let out a tearing sound and broke free, they relaxed. No longer constrained in the crop-top, they rested naturally on her frame, the top pushed aside and no longer covering much of anything.
Even as her face returned from uncontrolled expression to look at him, she held him there, his body dangling, his crotch pressed against hers. "That, my prince, was something exceptional. Do you have any more of that?" She pulled at his body, playfully wiggling him against her clit. He was eternally turned on, but limp from his performance, he immediately slipped free of her. Even through his satisfied mood, his expression mixed in disappointment, wanting to say yes, knowing he couldn't. She put on her best pouty face, "Goddess Vanessa wants more." She shimmied her torso side to side as she pouted, causing her boobies to sway tantalizingly. "You want to give Goddess Vanessa more don't you?" He nodded. He did, he really did. She gave her torso another shimmy. "You're looking at them with those puppy dog eyes again."
* Two Sides to Every Story
Somewhere in the south pacific, Wendel was in a local bar. Built out of thach and bamboo, it was hardly resistant to the elements, but more more than enough for the locals to call their watering hole. He was shrouded in black, tucked into the corner, and waiting for his contact. The man he had been expecting, the man with the red hat, walked in. He waved his hand at him, but it was doubtful he needed to, as he stuck out like a sore thumb in this rain and sun beaten country. His complexion was pale, his physique slight, and his clothes did not look at all tropical. The man walked over to him immediately. "Do you have my package."
The man tossed a set of brand new BMW keys onto the table. So new they still had the dealer key number tags and a rubber-band still on them. The man nodded. Working with lowlifes and thieves generally didn't produce much intellectually stimulating conversation, but it usually got the job done, usually. "Did you freeze it exactly as I instructed?" The man didn't respond this time. "You better have." It's possible he was just a courier and they had reached the limits of his english. In this kind of business, thieves generally didn't double-cross customers, because customers that could afford their fees generally could afford ten times as much to have them eliminated. Wendel waved his hand at the man, and by the time he had swept of the keys he was completely gone, nowhere in sight.
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The BMW was parked right in front, half on the sidewalk like the driver had owned the whole city and didn't give a damn. Wendel walked around to the trunk and opened it, bracing for the worst. He had paid over fourteen million dollars for this heist, so it better have been handled as instructed. Seeing the neat and tidy installation in the trunk calmed his worries. Not only was it a suitable freezer unit as instructed, wired into the car's electrical, they had added supplemental two supplemental batteries to the rear as well. Whoever had done this work was no theif-for-hire. For a moment he worried that it was work like this that could track them back to him, but he dismissed it just as quickly. He was only taking what he deserved.
Wendel had been one of the original investors in the discovery and cultivation of the mystical Rashja plant. He had been tracking the legends since before the research team had been established. When he heard about their work, he immediately got involved, on the condition that he would be given access to any knowledge and breedable specimens they cultivated. Shortly after they made their discovery, he tried to collect, and before he knew it, it he was cut off. He received an anonymous check, paying back his investment with a hefty 4x return. That would have been fine, if he were in it for the money. He'd spent every day since they searching and plotting to find a way to get what he deserved. Even when he found the resort, he wasn't able to infultrate it, and so he had bided his time.
Bided his time until he heard about this farm transfer project. He knew this was his opportunity. He knew he had to act. He learned all he could, and then using the world's most universal negotiator, he had paid hefty sums to pull it off. Fourteen million for the thief was only the beginning. Paying off a member of security to handoff the carton had cost seven million more, and paying a weak member of logistics to falsify past records to make the disappearance look like a clerical error had cost a hefty five million. Five million dollars for someone to twiddle some data in an old spreadsheet. At least he had the plant. He briefly opened the container, recognizing the shape immediately, not sure what he next would be, but knowing how it could finally get him what he deserved.
* Sleeping the Day Away
Simon Foley was in the middle of his bed, looking up at Cheri straddling him. She was wearing the same black evening dress from their date, but if he had left her about seven-feet-tall, she must have been two-or-three feet taller still. The dress was strained beyond it's limits, her breasts so much fuller and stretching the fabric so far her nipples were peaking out above the distressed neckline. "Ohh, Simon, the things I'm going to do to you. I know just what you want." She reached for the shoulder of her dress, peeling it down and exposing her breast before repeating on the other side. Her dress was now little more than a black tummy wrap. She pulled him down the bed before crawling up over him, dwarfing his body in the process. She didn't stop until her perfectly round breast hung right above his face. God it was beautiful. "You can start right here." He mentally reached out, opening his lips as he expectantly waited for her nipple to reach him.
Then he sat up, startled. He was alone. Where is Cheri? He had been dreaming. His eyes were foggy as they looked around. So bright. It was obviously daylight, his eyes scanned the room for his clock, and felt disoriented at it not being where it should be. 4pm. Wow. He had been out for a while. He really hated all-nighters and getting his sleep schedule confused. Still, the emergency the night before had been important. If someone had stolen a Rashja plant, and they had compromised the safeguards, he shuddered to think what they could do with it. Their little pleasure resort was just about the most benign use they could think of. As his morning stupor lifted he realized something wasn't right. This wasn't his bedroom. He was at Cheri's. How did I end up here? His mind was a blank, not remembering even walking back from the previous night's emergency.
Just then Cheri's head poked in the door. "Ohh good, you're up. I was beginning to wonder if I should wake you." She fully entered the room, now wearing a standard issue white resort tube-top cover-up and hip-sun-skirt, which due to their sheer fabric really didn't cover anything. She was a far cry from the titanic state of his almost wet-dream, but she was absolutely gorgeous. "You must have snuck in while I was out....working." It was the awkward moment of all resort relationships. The moment where both parties acknowledged and accepted that sexuality and tonyata with other partners was a reality of resort life. He knew what she meant, she had spent the day in the tonyata-lounge, working on her Goddess Rotation. How he responded now would almost define their relationship. He had to let her know he wanted her, but also let her know it was okay, that everything was okay. It took a moment for him to select his words. Wow she's beautiful.
"I hope you saved some energy for your lover." The way her smile lit up told him he'd chosen wisely. Watching her body move towards him, the sheer fabric showing off every curve, immediately started to get his motor running. She sat on the bed and leaned in for a kiss. Even though it was nice, something wasn't right. When she pulled away, the sour look on her face told the story. "Morning breath?" She nodded in response. "Sorry."
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When he returned from the bathroom, having cleaned and freshened himself, she was lying sideways on the bed waiting for him, her arm propping up her head. From the way her feet reached a bit past the end of the bed, he guessed she might already be a bit taller than seven-feet, though he wasn't sure how much. He motioned to crawl towards her, "before you join me", he stopped in his tracks, "you may want to take off anything you don't want torn off." He almost laughed, happy to see some of their saucy intimacy had survived the night. He peeled all his clothes free. For not having the benefits of Rashja, he wasn't bad looking. Resort life had improved his fitness levels, the sun exposure left his skin tanned, and his body wore his fourty-two years of wisdom well. Still, he was no fitness model, and standing naked, his dick standing at unbridled attention, he was momentarily aware just how outclasses he was by the perfection lying in his bed. He might have hesitated, slipped into doubt, if she hadn't responded by invitingly patting the bed next to her. From access to her employee file, he knew Cheri had recently turned thirty-three, but she didn't even look thirty.
As soon as he could reach her, their lips connected. This time the passion returned, gentle at first, and then fleeting moments every bit as fervent as the evening before. Still, she held back, slowing it down and pacing them. As the kiss naturally ended, he felt her hand gesturing at his hip, and following her lead he turned, lying on his back next to her. "I really like you Simon." His mind was more in the mood to be fondling and kissing her than talking, but he kept his calm. He enjoyed her hand stroking across his chest. "We've been together before, but today is the first day I get to know you." She paused, the words awkwardly hanging between them. "I guess what I'm trying to say, is that you should tell me if there's something you want." He nodded. He wondered if somewhere deep inside, she was the same as Goddess Cheri that had passively taken tonyata from him in the past. He longed for the Cheri in his dream to turn him over and pleasure him, forcing her teasing and torture on him until she took her tonyata. Perhaps one day he'd just tell her what he wanted, but that day was not today. He reached up and she leaned her head in as they embraced in another kiss. He liked the feel of her rubbing up against him as she leaned in. He let his hand against her shoulder, brushing the already inhumanly substantial contour.
Despite her outward calm, Cheri's mind was racing. She meant what she said. She really really liked Simon. She had liked him for months. She didn't want to overdo it and seem sex-crazed, this wasn't about sex. She also didn't want to under-do it, he deserved pleasure, and she knew as the head of Goddess Resort he could certainly get it. She briefly thought back to seeing Steven in the lounge, the blond Goddess massaging him, tossing his face about with her massive chest. She had conjured up the thought searching for a key to pleasuring him, but as she looked down at her perfectly shaped, but certainly not face-smothering assets, she regretted thinking of it. She wasn't jealous. There was no place for jealousy in the resort. She simply felt a tinge of inadequacy.
As they kissed, his hand brushed away from her shoulder and down her front. She felt a little jolt at him slipping it up under the coverup and against her bare body. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, and even just that light touch drove doubts out of her head, replacing them with lust. She wanted him, and she wanted him badly. Without thinking she had reached over and was straddling him.
Her sudden move caught him off guard, but he liked it. He felt her legs snug up against him, and let his arm find her sides as they held the kiss a bit longer, longer, then longer still. When they finally parted, they each deserved the air their lungs audibly inhaled. The image of her face receded quickly as she sat up. Looking up at her like this made him want to gasp, instead he let it out in words, "Cheri, I am shocked how beautiful you are." He licked his lips and let his face express just how inadequate even those words had been. At a Goddess's seven-feet, her frame still seemed slender and trim, her body perfect. The resort allowed him to indulge in exaggerated femaninity, but she was something different, stunning and elegant and just the right hint of sexy.
She simply beamed her gorgeous smile down on him, reaching down to find and brush his member. She wasn't pleasuring him, just playing, just touching, as she sat there happy to watch Simon soak her up, enjoy her. For the first time this morning, her desire to have him inside her reasserted itself. Excitement flashed in her mind over experiencing tonyata-sex. Was that the reason? Or was to be with him? How would she even know? She wasn't sure which was driving her more as she inched herself forward. When she could, she pressed his cock up against her clit. Ohh yes. She rotated her hips to grind herself against him. A little further progressed and the hunger for Rashja would silence her traditional pleasures, replacing it with something somehow more powerful. However, at this moment she felt only the desire to connect with Simon.
Simon, entranced watching her pleasure herself against him, had gone from wanting her to dying for her. He had been at the resort so long, being orally serviced, sometimes with pleasure, sometimes with obligation, that his mind didn't consider any other option. He could practically pick any Goddess he wanted to do it, and it was often amazing. Right now, it was ablaze with wonder. None of them would do this. Sex was the forbidden fruit of the resort. Even those in relationships were forbidden from it while in Rashja rotation. There were strict rules against it. Those rules were not without some basis, but as he had written them also, he knew the policy's importance was exaggerated to achieve conformance. He knew why, as he knew what it did. He'd seen it. Right now, watching her body rock and rub against him, he couldn't think about the rule, he couldn't think about the risks, he wanted to be inside her. He reached down, finding her hands, and as they started into each-other, the silent shared motion expressed their agreement.
It had happened to quickly, and without thinking, she didn't know how or why, but he was inside her, and she loved it. For some reason he had reached down and helped her, agreed to let her put him inside her. She was already moving slowly, rocking herself against him. Already having grown almost two-feet taller than her normal height, and swelled proportionally everywhere, he didn't quite fill her up the way she would have liked, but she didn't care. The moment was electric. Her slightly oversize hands were braced around his abdomen, and the look on his face was pure pleasure. Any doubts she had were gone. Right now she was the center of his world, and she loved it. She let him look up at her as she rode him for a few more slow teasing motions, before lying down against him. Her elbows on the bed beside him, she was already so tall his head barely peaked over her shoulders. She didn't care, she ground herself into him, rubbing her clit against his skin. "Ohh Simon, are you sure?" Her words were half pleasure, half request for confirmation, and the way his hands continued pulling against her hips were as much confirmation as she needed.
"You should," the sensation of her thrusting herself onto him were almost too much, interrupting his sentences. "Not mention this. Ohh Cheri." He was very close now, and he realized he should probably warn her. "You're going to. Don't be alarmed." He couldn't get a proper thought out as her action intensified. From the way she was rubbing against him, he guessed she was trying to climax herself but his unreleased tension, his dream, the impossibly sexy morning, all had him over-ready for this moment. His body tensed, his mind blanked, and his organ performed it's true purpose, attempting to spread biological seed. She knew, as her motion instantly changed, slowing and softening as he finished. She sat up again, never completely stopping her motion.
She looked down at Simon with anticipation. Her hands back on his tummy, her body still gyrating slowly, unreleased. As much as she knew what would happen, she didn't know exactly what to expect. That's when she felt it. It started inside her, and then radiated. A tingle-filled wave of pleasure through every tissue of her body. Her sex let go of whatever climax it had been trying to achieve, but it was dwarfed by the wave of Rashja running through her. Then she felt herself expand. It happened so fast her mouth fell open, almost gasping in disorientation. His body seemed to shrink below her, the room changing around her.
He had seen it before, many times, but never like this. A woman as stunning as Cheri sitting on top of him. He felt her hands change as they expanded against his body. He watched her frame move, first one inch, then two, then several. If he had to guess, and he was a decent guess of such things, she was probably seven inches taller. The mesh tube-top that had wrapped her perfectly before looked pulled and stretched, especially where her breasts had swelled. Whether an illusion or not, her growth there seemed larger than elsewhere. While they still sat athletically on her frame, defying any obvious teardrop, they had swelled large enough it didn't look like they should. She paused momentarily during the sernasa, then she looked down and resumed her gentle gyration. He put his hands against her torso, running them up to caress as much of her breasts as he could reach, shoving the tube-top out of the way in the process.
Cheri loved watching him enjoy her. This would be her third Goddess transformation, and the part she liked best was coming. The Rashja had made her normal state even more perfect and svelte than it had been, and she loved it. However, there was something intoxicating about the way the transformation made her body slightly more full and feminine. If she had any thoughts of stopping, they were crushed by his hands rubbing against her sensitive nipples. The tube top was scrunched up, and she reached for it, expecting to lift it off, but inadvertently tearing it free. She failed to notice even a hint of the little resistance it offered. She pressed his hands into her body as she renewed her hip motion against him. His expression seemed to be a question. What's that for? What's next?
"Simon, that was so amazing, you can't do that to me just once." She pulled at his hands, pressing them down to the mattress at his sides as she leaned in to kiss him. Her tongue was mad inside his mouth, exploring, taking. Her climax didn't release her, it made her want more, and at the moment, he loved it. His hands pinned down; her hair draping around his face; her body still rocking against him. It wasn't like his dream, but maybe it was better. Could it be better? She tore her lips away but remained close. "If you don't mind, I'm going to just stay up here fucking your brains out for a while longer." He started up, and he enjoyed watching her impossibly sexy frame playfully ride him.
A few moments later, her face showed surprise and he noticed her crotch grinding harder against him. "Ohh my. Ohh my." Her pleasure was obvious. As her whole body started to undulate, he couldn't help but watch her chest, like she was waving it about in a hypnotic show for him. "Ohh my." Her motion shifted. She thumped herself against him a couple times. Somehow, impossibly, only a couple minutes after he'd came, he felt himself already hardening again inside her. "Ohh Simon, yes." He didn't know how, but he knew why. Her body, her pleasure, her determination to own him, it all had him incredibly turned on. "Yes. Get hard again for me Simon. Ohh god. Yua. Yua. Yes." Her next climax trickled out in bits without ever really ending as she kept up her motion. His own new path was just beginning, and he could see this was going to be a long and pleasurable afternoon.
* Goddesses on Board
Vanessa and Chris arrived the the famed resort night-club shortly after sundown. She had spent the afternoon keeping him cloistered to herself. After finding out how pleasurable tonyata-sex was, she had worked him up and repeated it two more times, bringing her to her current 14' alarmingly quickly. It was amazing the difference that three feet made. What seemed only a little bigger in Goddess terms had been a massive increase relative to Chris. Which was not a surprise given it had been almost half again his height. The first time she set him down, and the top of his head was more than a foot below her crotch, she had outright laughed. Before her taunting ended, she had straddled him, playfully teasing him as she brushed her hand through his hair.
At the moment, however, he enjoyed a much more privileged perch, cradled in her hand faced forward. Her finger wrapped through his leg just far enough to feel for his next excitement. The moment she stepped through the nightclub door, they were overwhelmed with the sights and sounds of nightlife and sex. The club was dark, with red velvet, chrome, and black reaching all corners. There were dozens of Goddesses, some attending to male patrons, some simply roaming about, or lounging and looking approachable. Vanessa spotted a familiar face across the room, Kendra. She instinctively turned Chris, trying to keep Kendra from seeing him. Without a plan, she landed him somewhat awkwardly against her, his legs straddling around one of her obscenely large breasts. It was hard fro her to get over how tiny he seemed. He felt like a baby held looking over her shoulder. "What do you think of the nightclub sweetie? Tell me if you see anyone you like."
Chris was totally overwhelmed with Vanessa's new size. It was one thing being carried by Kayoko the night before, it was something else entirely for Vanessa to handle, and pleasure him at this size. She seemed to use every moment to try to tease and arouse him. Like the way she constantly fingering him as she carried him her the palm of her now massive hand, or the way she had just now planted him ride-em-cowboy style against her breast. As much as he loved every minute of it, it was also a constant challenge. He propped himself up on his elbows, giving him a view over her shoulder as her hand held his crotch smashed into her breast. "This place is something else." As he tried to focus on the Goddesses, Vanessa continued her now constant routine, this time pulsing him to pleasurably and distractingly dry-hump her giant boob.
"Ohh my word, Vanessa look at you." Chris couldn't see her, but he recognized the voice, it was Kendra. "You must be 14' tall now! How ever did you get there so fast?" Chris didn't want her to spill that Kendra was the one that showed him the tonyata-sex. Vanessa seemed to have a little competition going on, and for once he didn't want to be in the middle of it. Fortunately, her words seemed chosen to send a message only he would hear. "Ohh Chris-to-pher. Are you going to let her force you to fuck her boob all night, or are you going to let me give you some sugar?"