* Running on E
Cheri was lying on her bed, her head back looking up at the ceiling. She was panting and breathing heavily from having spent the better part of the last two hours experiencing wave after wave of climax. How many had it been? She had lost count somewhere in the twenties, including four sernasa. It was certainly time for a breather. As she had just finished swelling, she noticed the headboard was now very close despite her butt lying at the foot of the bed. Her feet were all the way on the floor, legs spread, and she felt Simon's grip on them as he held himself. He was spent from his last salvo yet still playfully moving against her sex. Wow, Simon. He had really rocked her world. It had been years since she'd had sex, giving it up for the somehow more carnal yet less satisfying oral-tonyata encouraged at the resort. In between Goddess rotations, she'd been so consumed with her work, she hadn't made a connection with anyone. It didn't help that she was smitten with Dr. Foley, Simon, the man she worked with everyday. She had pampered him during her first Goddess Rotation, but she was too nervous to even do it properly.
Their date last night had changed everything. Not only did they have an incredible time dinning-in and talking, but the chemistry was palpable in the air. Even after he ran off for some kind of lab-emergency, she had stayed up half the night thinking about him. The next day she'd begrudgingly continued her Goddess Rotation prep-schedule, receiving tonyata in the employee lounge all the while wishing it was Simon. When she came back to her dorm to freshen herself, seeing him unexpectedly asleep there in her bed startled her so much she almost shrieked and woke him up. She was so excited to see him, she fidgeted and paced around the apartment, wanting him but not wanting to wake him. And that, all of that, had been before the twenty some odd orgasms.
Not that she hadn't experienced her share of multi-orgasmic bliss. Cheri had always been easy to set off. She had found it as much of a curse as a gift, as most times her unexpectedly quick first climax would set off her partner, and before she knew it her plans for a night of lovemaking turned into him sleeping, her barely satisfied and wanting so much more. Simon, however, had more than a moderate amount of stamina. Climaxing four times in two hours would have been an impressive feat for a stud in his twenties. For Simon, possibly ten-years older than her thirty-three years, it was something she wouldn't believe unless it had just seen it happen.
Simon didn't know exactly why he was still gently rubbing against her. Despite his every desire, he suspected his recent climax would be his last for a while. Even he had limits. Still it felt good, and more importantly, he loved just looking at her. Her body was stunning, and he didn't want to give her any reason to get up. He had seen her in Goddess form before, though he realized, never with the time to look, never like this. He was also still in awe of her fast ascension. He was used to the effects of Rashja. He saw them everyday. However, it was normally inches over hours, not feet in minutes. WIth her crotch at the foot of the bed and her head almost at the headboard, he judged she must be at least eleven-feet-tall already, maybe more.
She looked torn between exhaustion and bliss, staring up at the ceiling. Her chest rose and fell as her breaths gently deepened and slowed. Her hands were spread to the edges of the mattress, where they had recently been tensed gripping it during her orgasmic sernasa. Atop her chest, the soft perfect curve of her breasts commanded his attention. The Rashja had changed her athletic proportion only slightly, filling out her bustline to the suggestive side of elegant. Still, at about twice her normal size, they were massive even if they didn't look large on her frame. When she finally lifted her head to look down at him, he was sure she caught him staring.
"Hi there lover. Take a rest, I don't want you to wear yourself out in one day. I have something else you can do for me." Her arms moved, filling him with the same sense of awe he always got from the Goddess form. They were long, almost as long as his body, and they reached him quicker than he expected. Her hands wrapped around his chest and dragged him up on top of her. He found himself laying against her tummy, and pressing himself up on his arms, he found himself awkwardly pressing into tits made huge by her Goddess size frame. He looked up with tentativeness and she was chuckling at him. "No need to be shy, you've been staring at them for the last hour, you might as well find out what they feel like." He felt a huge hand rustle his hair and then push, forcing his face back down to her chest. The way her huge fingers wrapped around his head was intoxicating. Then he felt fingers on his butt as she slid him up further against her until his he felt her huge nipple dragging across his face. She let him up enough for him to see the daunting task she had led him to. Her nipple was as big around as a pickle. He laid his lips against it, pushing open his mouth further in the process. She let out a sound and against pulled at his face, holding him as he suckled against her. She was making playful sounds now, not the sounds of pleasure, but more of enjoyment. "Simon, you keep this up, and I may never let you leave."
* Deeper into the Club
Chris was approaching sensory overload at the the resort's nightclub. Even in half hour since he and Vanessa had arrived, the place seemed to fill up, both with energy and eye candy. With the place built for Goddess proportions, judging size was distorted. Every where he looked the men seemed tiny, sitting on benches made for someone twice their size, standing next to coffee tables higher than their waists. A redhead with hair drawn over her eyes, legs spread wide, put on a bashful yet sexy vibe for a man that looked like a toy standing on the seat between her legs. Somehow her being twice his height, the top-half of her taller than all of him, didn't seem to explain it. She seemed so much more than twice his size, and for the first time it dawned on Chris. If a box was twice as tall, and twice as wide, and twice as deep, it was wasn't two but eight times larger. His moment of understanding didn't relieve the awe of seeing the redhead's hand, gripping around half the man's body like he were an oversize Ken doll. Was Vanessa that big? bigger? Was Kendra?
He considered what he himself must look like as Kendra carried him through the club, hip-riding her twelve-foot frame. Despite being held securely, fingers under his seat and arm around him, he still hugged against her. He mainly gripped to avoid a fall, her hip seven feet off the ground, but he had to admit he enjoyed the way her breasts bounced against his arm as she walked. He could see over her shoulder, giving him a good vantage of the room, though somehow he lost sight of the redhead he'd been eyeing.
Distracted by the loud club music he scanned other other Goddesses, a stunning and trim brunette with a braid, another redhead. He almost didn't realize Kendra was talking to him. "Looks like you told her, rather showed her, the resort's best kept secret." Kendra was referring to the amazing three or four feet Vanessa had grown that afternoon, and Chris knew it. "Still, I'm glad you're still so eager for me." Kendra practically blackmailed him for some private time. She made inuendo after inuendo that she was going to share details about their tonyata sex with Vanessa. Chris couldn't explain why he didn't want her to. The resort had all the promiscuity of a rabbit farm. But somehow, the tonyata-sex, this forbidden act, was different. Not to mention the way those two bantered like they were always in the middle of an emotional catfight. He had asked Kendra for private time just to diffuse the situation.
Chris tried to set the record straight, "we both know why I'm here." Kendra stopped abruptly, staring down with contempt as if to say, really, enlighten me. "You and Vanessa have this girl power struggle going on, and I didn't want to be in the middle of it."
Kendra just smirked at him and resumed walking across the club. "Is that why you're here. Well, you can fix that little problem right now. Just tell me to and I'll drop you right back there and leave you alone the rest of your stay." She had called his bluff. A bluff he didn't know he'd made. She slipped into a booth that seemed to be as far away from Vanessa as possible, drawing a not quite sheer curtain behind them. "I get it. She's hot and all, you two have a little bond. But I'll tell you a little secret," Kendra slipped him off her hip such that he was standing on the booth cushion. "I'm hotter."
She sat next to him, relaxing her posture enough that he could actually look down to her eyes, a little bit. "Now, let me tell you why I think we're both here." Not that he was noticing her eyes as much as the rest of her outrageous body, tucking up close to him. "You want me to be your giant sex doll, and I want to get more giant." Her hand started fingering him. "You get to play with me and pull my strings, and when this little guy is ready to do his thing, well then I get what I want. You think that will be okay with you?" Her head was moving closer and nodding, and he nodded along with her, slowly entering the trance of her sexuality. Their lips met. He sucked at her oversize bottom lip before she stuck the tip of her tongue into his mouth. It wasn't really a kiss, more of a tongue exploration and assault. He loved it.
* The Spread
Rachel and Kit has just made it to level three, slightly below the ten-and-a-half-feet minimum height. It helped that they were resort veterans. They immediately headed to he night club, knowing they'd have ample opportunity to approach their level three peak height. They were sitting next to each other, at a bench that was somewhat central and offered them a good view of the club, and club patrons a good view of them. A male patron was lying back on Rachel's lap, legs spread around her waist. He had just come into her mouth, so she calmy massaged his limpness, knowing it would be a bit before it was back in action for Kit's turn. Though she was paying more attention to the room than him.
"Rachel, is that?" Kit pointed to a booth across the room. "Christopher?" Rachel had to turn a little, and wasn't sure she was even looking in the right direction. Kit then spoke softly enough that only Rachel could hear her over the loud action of the club. "Ohh my, are they having sex? That's forbidden!" That peaked up Rachel's interest a bit more, so she took another look.
"Kit, I swear you have an active imagination. That would be crazy. They'd be jeopardizing their entry to the resort. She probably just trying to get him excited." Rachel let some of her attention flow back to her task. The man was enjoying her attentions, and starting to respond, but he was nowhere near a climax.
However, Kit wasn't convinced. The could barely see through the curtain, but the longer she watched the more she could make out. The blond Goddess was sitting, legs spread, pulling Chris up against her crotch. The whole scene turned her on. She couldn't tear her eyes away, and the longer she watched, the more it looked like they were having sex, breaking the resort rules, right there in the nightclub. Kit was wondering if she should do something about it, when she saw something amazing. The Goddess seemed to climax, and moments later, she surged, not growing an inch or two, but what looked more like a foot. "Rachel, you are not going to believe this, but she just had a huge sernasa, she must be a foot taller."
Rachel was practically ignoring her, having dismissed Kit's momentary obsession already. "Sure Kit. This one's ready for you." Rachel had already primed their man for another round, and held his cock up for Kit to service. Kit's hunger took over as she lay her lips down on him, her head and hair brushing up against Rachel's breasts as she worked the man lying in her lap.
Rachel turned back over to Kit's fascination. She had to stare for a while to even confirm it was person they both had spent time with a couple days prior, Christopher. Yes, there he was. The blond Goddess was stunning, young, slightly more modestly endowed that Kit, Rachel, and some of the other busty Goddesses. Through the interference of the screen, it looked like she had a good grip on his ass, and was humping him into her. His hands and face were not fondling, but rather being repeatedly smashed into her breasts as he was rhythmically thrust against her. It certainly looked like sex, but if her posture was any indication, she was playing with him more than anything. Then she saw it. His body thrashed a little and she swelled, fast! Her breasts rose almost a foot higher against him. Wow, her shoulders seemed to tower over him much more than just minutes before.
Rachel was sort of in disbelief as Kit raised herself from having finished her duty pleasuring the man in Rachel's lap. Kit took one look back over at the scene and immediately could tell it had happened again. "Oh my. It happened again, didn't it? You saw it!" Rachel was dumbfounded, not agreeing or disagreeing. Kit leaned in to whisper, insight hitting her. "You think the sex did it? You think that's why it's forbidden? Just think there wouldn't be any progression of three levels if we all added two feet in ten minutes." Rachel was eyeing her as best she could while not taking her eye off Chris and the blond Goddess. "Do you think we should try it?" Rachel looked around as if they shouldn't be discussing this at all, and then with a sinister look, nodded.
* Party's Over
As Cheri worked her way across the nightclub towards Vanessa, she didn't know how she was going to make an entry. She hadn't yet seen Chris, but from what she knew, he couldn't be far behind. Vanessa was seated lying back on a central lounger, not seeming to pay attention to anything around her. Yet as soon as Cheri got close, Vanessa showed her a glance of puzzled recognition. When she was in earshot, Vanessa called out to her, "Cheri? From the lab?" Of course, Cheri had performed some of Vanessa's check-ins, of course she would recognize her. Oops. Only a small accidental breach of protocol.
"Hello Vanessa, how are you and Chris are doing." She hoped the directness would prevent admitting she wasn't a resort patron in earshot of anyone. Cheri sat near and opposite her, noticing up close that Vanessa was magestic, easily three feet taller and proportionally larger than her eleven-foot stature.
Before Vanessa could answer, a man roaming the club walked between them. "Hello Goddesses." Of course his eyes were on Vanessa, her massive breasts, her raven black hair. Cheri felt herself attractive, but next to a Goddess at her peak, especially one as beautiful as Vanessa, she felt like a wall-flower. He was looking straight at Vanessa, "are you available?"
Vanessa looked over at Cheri, not sure exactly what she was doing there. She worked at the resort, but yet she was Goddess sized. Was she participating? She answered with a half dodge, "I'll start, but Goddess Cheri will finish you, she is still working on her peak." Cheri didn't deny it, which seemed almost like a confirmation. Vanessa reached down, ignoring the man's outstretched hand, slipping her palm behind his butt and then lifting him off the ground. A moment later he was sitting in her lap as she mashed his head into boobs each more than double it's size. As soon as she had a handle on the little man, she returned her attention to Cheri. "I'm having an excellent time here at the resort. Chris is off somewhere, finding his own, enlightenment. Ohh there he is now." Vanessa was slightly surprised at Kendra's amazing size. Gears turned in her mind, and in an instant she realized how she must have progressed so quickly.
Cheri turned to see Chris being carried by an absolute Giant Goddess. Cheri was quite good at judging height, and most topped out at fourteen feet or so. This blond Goddess was easily a foot taller than any other Goddess in the club. It may not seem like much, but it was very noticable. Chris looked so small atop her, he looked like a doll. She held his legs, knees against her chest, while his body grasped and lay across the top of her head. She wasn't licking at his cock, but with a slight turn of her head she easily could have been. The Goddess address Vanessa first. "Sorry sweetie, I think I wore out your little man." The Goddess turned and looked down to Cheri. "Hi sister, I'm Goddess Kendra, and this is Chris."
Being this close to Chris, Cheri's excitement over the situation faded. Her original fascination centered around his incredibly high Rashja levels, and the powerful sernasa she could achieve with them. However, after her afternoon of tonyata-sex with Simon, she found herself un-interested in the routine oral injestion the resort was based on. It would take half a day and half a dozen normal tonyata to do what Simon had done to her in two hours. She waved, wondering why she had even come. She looked around the nightclub, and noticed something wasn't right. She couldn't put her finger on it at first. "Excuse me Goddesses and men." She abruptly, almost rudely, stood and walked by Kendra as if she wasn't there. She walked past patrons of the nightclub, trying to understand what was different. Then she saw it. In a booth, the sheer curtain was only partially drawn, and she could clearly see them engaging in tonyata-sex. Her eyes darted to another booth, and she saw the same. She knew it wasn't dangerous, but it was forbidden. Resort guests were simply not allowed. As she thought about the standard procedure for handling population disobedience, she wondered if perhaps it was a bit extreme for this situation. Still, it was her job. She immediately headed for the emergency trigger.
She wasn't the only one headed there, just inside the lobby door she looked down at a male employee already removing the safeguards. She nodded, encouraging him to trigger the failsafe protocol. He looked up at her, deferring as if her size conveyed some type of leadership authority, so she reached down and pushed it herself. Immediately blue strobe lights began flashing. She knew they would be going off inside and outside the club, to alert all staff of the pending gas release. She counted out the sixty seconds, noting employees calmly exiting the club, before she followed and closed the doors behind her. The night-club was filling with a harmless but potent gas. In a matter of minutes, everyone inside would be asleep. The area would be closed off, and as the Goddesses returned to normal size, their stays would be over, possibly the last stays every at the resort.
* Dreams of a Madman
Twenty-Six hours after Wendel collected his cargo in the south-pacific, his private jet touched down in southern California. Four hours after that, his security convoy pulled into the gates of the lab he had specially created years earlier for his development of the Rashja. The researches and his co-investors had double crossed him. He had invested large sums in their expedition with one condition, that he receive a living active Rashja plant himself. In fact, he had been tracking the Rashja myth decades earlier than they had. As he followed his team wheeling the cryo-preserved Rashja plant in through the main lobby, he passed replicas of one-of-a-kind Aztec tables he had safety stored elsewhere. They told a part of the story the researches didn't find, or didn't want to find. He paused to take them in as he passed.
The first panel depicted a time of civil unrest. Kings were said to be ordained by the gods, but there was no indisputable way to determine their gods will. Civil wars were rampant. Kings were assisinated. The largest Aztec tribes wanted the plight to end, they wanted peace, but they all wanted to lead the peace. There would be no agreement.
The second panel depicted the great challenge. Kings and sayers from the tribes gathered. The most connected religious figured communited for days, smoking opiates and chanting to commune with their gods. At the end of the challenge, a new ritual was born. Wendel traced the smaller pictographs as he mentally translated them. A hero will be born every generation. Festival of the Rasja. Unbridled drinking, unbridled fornucation. Among the people will rise a man who can turn women into gods. The women will be his loyal servents, to smite down those that would oppose him.
The panels continued, telling more of the story, but Wendel stopped. He smiled and continued following his caravan, hoping he was truly one step closer. The Rashja wasn't used by the Aztecs to make Goddesses. It was used to make Kings. Wendel planned to be a King among men.
* Premature Disembarkation
"Would you like a beverage sir?" Chris could hardly open his eyes. It was so bright, and the noise. What was that noise? He felt intensely disoriented. "Sir, would you like a beverage?" Finally he was able to will his lids open, the bright light still obscuring his view. A woman stood over him in some kind of uniform. "A water perhaps? or ginger-ale?" He blinked several times, finally recognizing tell-tale signs of his surroundings. Rigid rows of seats, small regular windows, small lighted signs above his head, repeated into the distance. He was on an airplane.
"I'll take a vodka tonic." The flight attendant looked at him suspiciously. From how disoriented he was, he wasn't surprised. She probably thought he was drunk already, but he wasn't. He hadn't had alcohol in days. They didn't have any at the resort. The Resort! He didn't remember leaving. Images flashed into his mind like a flood. Vanessa, Kendra. Naked bodies spread around tropical outdoor pools. Somehow, despite every impossibility, the most beautiful women he'd ever seen had turned into giant powerful Goddesses all around him. He remembered the nightclub. He remembered Kendra as she forced him to attention, forced him to come into her, and forced him to do it again and again as she surged bigger. Not that he had resisted. How had it ended? His mind was a blank.
The more he thought about it, the more unreal it seemed. Had it been real at all? The flight-attendant set down his vodka-soda and he took a sip. His mind doubted. What would he say to his buddy Mark? How they even believe him? He had no proof, no pictures. Nothing to even convince himself it was real. He didn't even know if he'd entered the plane with luggage. He couldn't remember. He took a large gulp of his drink and laid his head back, drifing back to sleep.