* Sponsorship
Vanessa and Zvenka accompanied each other towards the ladies restroom. Zvenka was quiet, mostly on account of her rusty English skills. She decided she might enjoy herself more if she sought out one of the men who spoke her native Russian or even German, which she was much more fluent in than English. As soon as she release the thought, one of her previous partners casually entered their path, "Zvenka. Ya byl umeret za svoyu krasotu. Pozhaluista, vy budete razvlekat menya zaden?" He held out the paired half of his bracelet to her.
She looked to Vanessa. "Is okay? You wish to keep Chris?" She hadn't considered her plans, but she certainly intended to stay with him through lunch. She nodded, and Zvenka accepted the bracelet. Before donning it, she headed towards Chris to politely thank him and excuse herself to her new partner.
Vanessa entered the restroom alone. She reached for a toothbrush and removed the plastic wrapping before beginning her freshening. She thought about what she had eaten that morning as she felt a tinge of nausea sweep through her. By the time she was done washing her face, it had past. She approached the intercom kisok against the wall, and pressed her hand to the palm reader as was standard procedure for female patrons. A moment later the screen flickered to life, showing vitals read off her finger, taking her picture, and making a record of her current height. Six feet tall already? Only just a few hours ago it had registered only 5'10". Had she really grown two inches so quickly? She'd only participated in one tonyata since then, and from the other girls around her that was not nearly enough. In fact, six feet was her goal to reach by the end of the evening.
She felt herself get slightly giddy at the unexpected progress when the screen flashed to a camera of someone in a white labcoat. "Miss Harcourt, I wonder if you have a moment." She nodded. "I'm Dr. Foley. Let me first say that you look stunning, and your progress is exceptional. Is this data correct that you've have only two tonyata's today, the most recent from our male guest Christopher?" A face-shot of Chris flipped up onto the screen, and she responded in affirmation. "Have you stood next to each other? Has he noticed your height?" She thought back in her mind, yes, she was pretty sure he had. That is, unless he was too focused on her rubbing her bare breasts up against his chest. She almost giggled at the thought as she nodded. "Excellent. I have a unique offer for you. As you have been told, normally the progression to level two takes a minimum of three days. However, Chris is an exceptional vessel for the the Rashja. In fact, you may already start to notice some discomfort from your session with him." Her mind flashed to the nausea from a few moments before, as she nodded and confirmed his suspicions.
"We would like you to sponsor Christopher for joint promotion to level two, hopefully as early as this evening. Let me explain how the process works. As you know, men in level one are not aware of the Aztec ritual, or even that they are ingesting Rashja. We try our best to let their subconscious mind observe and suspect growth in our female patrons before we approach them with the information. Even when they are not consciously aware of it, this subconscious conclusion allows the mind's split second conclusions to accept, rather than challenge the reality of the process." She remembered the explanation from her orientation, and she was quickly boring of his droning on. Her attention waned away from the screen for a moment, so he called her back to it. "I'm sorry, let me be brief. We would like you to partner with him. We would like you to intentionally assure he observes your growth, which shouldn't be hard given the current rate. Once his mind has undeniably seen the evidence, you may either confirm it if he challenges you, or ask him to accept that something at the resort is causing women to grow. We request that this occur in private if possible. Once this is completed, you are to invite him to join you to level two. As you understand, you are requested not to discuss Rashja, the Aztec ritual, or even admit you have any knowledge of the process yourself. In exchange for accepting this responsibility, you will also be allowed to enter level two early with him, preferably before..." he looked down at something on the desk, "..before five pm tonight. Will you take on this sponsorship?"
Vanessa was beaming at her good luck. If Chris was the source of this faster development, she was certainly going to stick with him. Not only was her development proceeding much faster than she expected, but in just a few hours she'd already be admitted to level two -- on her first day. She felt a small wave of nausea, and saw the Dr's face register concern. She held up her hand. "I'm fine, just a little of that discomfort you mentioned I might be having. I would be happy to sponsor Chris. Is there anything else I should know? What should I do when he accepts?"
"Once he accepts you can simply ring staff on a hotel phone, and they will take care of the arrangements. From the numbers I'm seeing here, you should know that you're likely to experience more discomfort, possibly even some pain, due to the accelerated growth. However, it shouldn't be anything exceptional, and if it's too great, please just discontinue any tonyata activities and contact a staff member. Now please, I've delayed you far too long, and Chris is politely waiting for you." She nodded, and turned towards the door. She paused as she heard his voice again, "one more thing. It would be ideal if he gave you his pairing bracelet. It's not required, but if he chooses to pair with someone else, getting his private attention may be difficult." Check. Pairing bracelet. She resumed her pace back out the door towards Chris.
* Lunch
By the time their lunch arrived, Chris was completely famished, almost dizzy from lack of blood sugar. Fortunately during Vanessa's exceptionally long freshening, two stunningly attractive female patrons had kept his resort punch refilled and entertained him with their flirtations. One of them was wearing a bracelet, and they explained they were waiting for her partner to finished a beach massage session before they took him out for some skinnie-snorkeling. The two of them were constantly and distractingly touching each other, and kissed each other more than once. Most of their flirting involved one of them challenging him to agree that some specific bodypart on the other was simply amazing. It wasn't hard for him to agree, but they wouldn't take his visual appraisal. By the time Vanessa returned, they had required him to comment on the exact feel of their breasts and butt, hands and thighs, and even their biceps. Each of them left him with a deliciously drawn out kiss before they both bounded off with the energy of doublemint twins.
Getting a better look at her, Vanessa was much younger than he had realized. She couldn't have been much older than 22, making her easily ten years younger than him. Still something about her black hair and confident demeanor made her seem wise beyond her years. He was halfway through his seared tuna sandwich before he even looked up from his plate. "I'm sorry, I'm just so famished." Vanessa was slowly working her way through some form of salad. Her busty yet slender figure, and the contrast of her light skin and black hair made even watching her eat a tantalizing event.
She reached a hand over to touch his arm. "Please don't apologize. I kept you waiting with that intolorable long freshing. Some girls in there just get to talking and don't let up. I can see you're starving. You get your fill, and keep yourself hydrated. You're going to need your strength for our afternoon activity." She was so confident. He had a flash of worry that her idea of activity would be yet another sex session. "Don't worry, you'll get a long break. We're all supposed to refrain from sex activities in the early afternoon. Do you want to float around the pool? or maybe scuba?" He let out a sigh of relief that he'd get a respite from the endless onslaught of performance, and then wanted to smack himself for even thinking it.
"Scuba sounds nice. Is there a reef near here?" He munched another bite of his sandwich, and noticed her fork hesitate mid-motion as she bit her lip. "Are you alright?" She was silent for a moment, and then her face beamed with a genuine look of pleasure he did not at all expect.
"I'm perfect. Something is just having an amazing effect on me this afternoon, I feel so alive. That, and I'm trying to remember the last place I dove. The Caymens? Maybe Bermuda? My family led me through a charmed childhood." She paused, and they both finished a few more bites. "There is a reef off-shore, but do you really need one? I'll bet you a spanking you spend more time looking at naked bodies than ocean landscapes." She gave a suggestive glance down at her own body mid-sentence, confirming she had every intent of diving in the buff. "In fact, you tell me which ones you like best, and I'll bring them back for us to play with this evening." She leaned in towards him, "unless you'd like it to be just you and I. I would love to have you all to myself today, mmm, the things I'd like to do to you. You're wish can be my command." She eyed over at his bracelet pair, wondering if she was being too aggressive. She meant every word.
Done with his sandwich and recovered from his blood sugar crash, her flirtations were punching right through to all his buttons. He stared at her body and admired her breasts large against her small frame, her bikini a bit too small to contain them. He was still nibbling at some coleslaw on his plate when she gestured towards a nearby drink girl and patted his empty glass. A moment later she had exchanged it for a fresh drink and scurried off to another table. "Ready to go see how long I have to shamelessly throw myself at you before this scuba trip leaves the harbor?" She laughed with him as they both stood from their table. She brought herself close, and he felt himself buzzing as she landed a kiss on him that seemed to sensuously stop time. She parted so slowly and reluctantly that he felt she wanted him badly. This girl was incredibly hot, and not just her body. He was starting to see that every inch she moved reeked of desire. If this was home, he'd be wary he could even keep the attention of a girl like this, yet here she was fawning all over him. When she pulled away, he noticed something he hadn't noticed before. She was actually a bit taller than him, more than a bit, maybe a couple inches.
Down at the beach they found a circle of patrons not far from the dive boat. Five women and two men. The circle had confirmed they were getting ready to head out soon, and that they should check in at the boat. Chris had excused himself to go check them in. Walking back up the beach he had a real moment staring at Vanessa from afar. So far he had seen the beautiful women at the resort as equals, all stunning in their own way. However, watching her stand among those other girls, she had a glow and attention that seemed to put her in another league. She was somehow taller and trimmer, slimmer and bustier, than all the other girls. He wondered if he was just starting to get smitten, but as he approached he could see the attention of the entire circle was subtly directed to her. Something about the light, and her sweat in the heat even made the definition in her arms look more pronounced and sexy. The body language of one of the men was completely directed to her, and for the first time in an experience that was a bountiful land of pleasure and female plenty, he felt posessive. As he reached her, she pulled him close and gave him a kiss that was short, but slipped him just enough tongue and tease that he felt like they were alone on the beach for a moment.
As soon as the scuba horn blew, the circle turned and started heading down the beach. Vanessa, however, didn't budge. She stood, attention focused 110% on him, as if to say, I'm only going where you're going. He thumbed the bracelet on his hand, now ready to find out how this worked. He pulled the paired half away and held it out to her. She silently slipped her wrist inside it and pressed her lips to his, giving him a short repeat dose. He led her down the beach, and they joined up with the group as they boarded the boat.
* Naked Mermaids
The boat captain was a male staff member, while the scuba master, Gina, was actually a female patron. This brought the dive complement to seven women and three men. Chris noticed that the dive master had a little bit of the same glow as Vanessa, though not nearly as obvious. However, in comparison to the other participants, the two of them were positively radiant. It didn't hurt that they were the tallest members of the group, but there was something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. Gina had already covered the basic dive instructions in route, and had given them the basics of the equipment they would be using. The scuba gears was less substantial than he was used to. Instead of a full vest, it was merely a tank with straps. The bouyancy floats of a typical BCD were attached to the tank instead. The straps were much more forgiving and comfortable than he was used to seeing.
Gina stood as the boat game to a stop. "Alright, this is our entry location. Now, because this is goddess resort, I must remind you that under no circumstances should you be experimenting with the excitement of hanki panki under water. Aside from the fact that we're in our sex-discouraged afternoon hours, scuba is a serious and potentially lethal sport. Your first responsibility is safety." She looked to each person in turn, as we all nodded. "Good, with that covered, there's no reason we can't have a little eye candy down there, right ladies?" She pulled her top off, dropped her bottoms, and slipped the tiny pieces of fabric into a nearby basket. It took the rest of the female patrons only a few moments to follow suit, and Chris was standing among five stunning naked women. He counted only five because Gina, and even moreso, Vanessa were not simply stunning. They were simply unreal. Their femanine shapes, from the curve of their hips up to their breasts and shoulders, were simply more. Vanessa looked even taller and more confident to him than she had on the shore. She looked down at Chris' board shorts with a little finger flip, obviously suggesting that it was only proper for him to follow suit. He pulled off he shorts and the three outnumbered men dropped their bottoms in the same basket.
Chris wasn't the only one overwhelmed by Vanessa's presence. The man who had been flirting with her on the beach couldn't keep his eyes off her. Third was paired to another girl on the boat, and paying most of his attention to. However, he still shot glances towards Gina and Vanessa in free moments. None of them could miss the now obvious divide. Chris, standing to Vanessa's left as they prepared their scuba gear, felt like perhaps he had misjudged and perhaps she was more than two inches taller than him. However, a few minutes later they were all in scuba gear, and dropping into the water. Only a few minutes under the surface and he could see the reason for the careful harness choices. The straps were not only comfortable, but they looked incredibly sexy on all the women. Like a pair of rugged utility suspenders worn by a naked playboy model, they framed, and even coddled their breasts together.
After the technical focus of the descent to the coral bottom, he could see Vanessa was right. It was hard for him not to spend his time admiring the naked bodies swimming around him. Most of the women were trim and athletic, their breasts firm against their bodies, making them look sleek as they glided through the water. One of them, on the other hand, was stacked, and as she moved her bust played out an undulating ballet through the water. He tore his eyes away, and admired some of the ocean scenery, catching a glimpse of an octopus darting into a rock among the small ocean fish. They all stayed close, following the dive master as they had been instructed. Vanessa was swimming in front of him, and watching the muscles of her legs undulate as she scissor kicked had an unreal quality to it. She game to a stop and slowly turned, which put her in direct juxtaposition with the busty woman. The comparison was striking, and seemed impossible. Vanessa was obviously much longer, much taller. Necessarily, her hips were a bit wider, but her waist seemed impossibly narrow and tapered. Her bust, despite being much bigger even than the busty girl, was firm against her chest, shifting gently rather than like a pillowy jellow mold. Even in the water, he could see faint lines of definition in her abs.
Once everyone collected close again, the dive master turned, heading on the next leg of their circuit. The group began to follow, but Vanessa stayed put. Chris watched her hands slip in front of her, drawing up her tummy and cupping under each of her breasts. He couldn't help but admire her as her fingers twisted at her already hard nipples. He felt himself stiffen in the water and she immediately pointed to his crotch, following up with a blow-of-a-kiss motion with her hand, before turning and swimming to follow the group. Released from his trance, he could see that he wasn't the only one enjoying her show, as one of the other men had been caught by the net of her stunning body. Let him watch, Chris thought to himself.
Before the route was over, Chris was able to spot a stingray slinking it's way along the sand. He attempted to point it out, but at this point even the women were falling under the charm. Anyone not staring at Vanessa, was staring at Gina. Chris let out a mental chuckle, and felt confidence from knowing how willingly she had accepted the pairing band. Back on the boat, there was a bit of chaos with equipment being set away and clothing being put back on. Not that anyone wanted to coverup, but it was simply a more comfortable way to ride on metal seats in a bouncy boat.
* Privacy at Last
Chris was floating on a cloud after disembarking the boat. The entire group was now visibly distracted by Vanessa, and Vanessa seemed to have all eyes on him. They had walked back across the resort complex in silence, arms hooked at the elbows. He had only barely closed the door of his resort room when she pushed him gently against the door in another time-stopping kiss, her teeth pulling at his bottom lip in the process. Her hips were still leaned against him as she pulled away. "I think, my Christopher that you lost our little bet. I saw you starting at me that whole trip." He had completely forgotten about her little challenge. However, at the moment his mind was really on how tall she seemed. How was it possible he missed such an obvious thing?
"Vanessa, in my defense, we were all powerless. You are simply stunning. I plead no contest. You are simply the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." She beamed a smile from ear to ear, and even blushed a tiny shade of pink. "May I ask, how tall are you?"
"I think of myself as six feet and a little something extra. Why do you ask? Is that what finally got you to hand over your heart?" She shook her happily bracelet-ed wrist. "If so, I'll scout the earth to find a way to get taller to make sure you want me every.. single ...day." Her words were punctuated by soft pecks on his lips.
"In a way, maybe it is. When I walked up the beach and saw you standing with those women, I could see you were in a class on your own, and when I'm with you, I feel like the only man in the world." His hand was twirling her hair just to the right of her face, his body was enjoying the feeling of her pressed against him, and his eyes were trying desperately to maintain eye contact, not to stare down at the cleavage. She touched a hand to his chest and he lost the battle, his eyes dragged down and mesmerized for a moment. Up close the bikini top seemed to cover even less of her.
"You would like me to be even taller, and you would like to be the only man for me. Done, and Done. I told you, today your wish is my command. Ohh, and I can see you'd like me bustier too!" She giggled, and he laughed, forcing his eyes up to return to hers. "If you don't mind, I have a small request." She paused, "My body is yours to caress and command, but I've been dying to pamper you all afternoon." She leaned in close to his ear, "I want my tongue on your cock... exhale.. I want your come in my mouth. right. now. Would you mind if I jumped in and took a quick taste?" She leaned away with a childish pouty look that didn't at all match the tower of sexual feminine energy that she was. He was speechless to deny her, in fact he was just speechless. He simply nodded, and she led him away from the wall.
She led him to the closest reasonable option, a small sofa in the small living room. She pulled his shorts to the floor and gently pushed him to sit. She knelt in front of him, looking down as she momentarily cupped under each of her breasts. "I saw you enjoyed my little show. I think we made that other guy a little jealous." She watched him stare as she rubbed the round shape of her breast. "If you keep giving by breasts those puppy dog eyes I'm going to feel guilty not giving them to you right now." She laughed with him again as he looked up. Her hands reached down into his crotch. He was already standing at half attention when she rubbed her fingers across him. She bent herself over in his lap and lapped her tongue at his cock in transition. It didn't take much, as a few licks later he was plenty ready. She slipped her lips around him and thrust several times, abruptly raising herself for a moment, "I'm sorry, I'm going to be really selfish right now. I promise after this one thing your wish is my command." She slipped her mouth back onto him, and started with a calm but moderate pace.
After a few seconds, she became more forceful, and the friction of her tongue dragged against him in a shockingly pleasurable way. He let out a gasp of pleasure each time she crossed the tip. And if her mouth wasn't enough, her fingers were sliding up his wet cock, and rubbing firmly over the top at the height of each stroke. She normally only reserved this kind of technique for bringing an unreasonably long session to a close. However, right now was a special circumstance, she simply had to have more of his tonyata. It couldn't have been much more than a minute before he was clutching at the couch and feeling as massive build up. He gasped as he shot several hours of pent up sexual attraction into her. She immediately softened her pressure but kept milking and sucking at him until she had extracted every drop. She thoroughly cleaned every inch with her tongue, being sure to leave no trace undigested. When she was finished she sat up with a smirky satisfaction that looked more like she was the one that just had her fantasy wet dream demand to suck her off immediately.
He hardly realized how much his expectations were already being distorted by his experiences. Just one day at the goddess resort, and his already high standards for women would be forever ruined. After a moment of licking her lips, she stood, excusing herself and freshening in the bathroom. He heard her call to him. "Chris, I have an idea... It's far too early for dinner. How about I treat you to a nice soapy bath. Unless you'd prefer something else. You're wish is my command."
He walked to the bathroom before answering her, "actually that sounds fantastic. Can I do you after?"
She turned from the sink, having finished her freshening, and hugged up close to him. Shaking her bracelet-ed wrist, "I am willingly yours to command. I will adore having your soapy hands rubbing every inch of this body. Who should go first?"
He tossed her an aggressive kiss, "you are too amazing. You are spoiling me away from all other women you know." He walked over to the bath and turned the faucets to start the water.
She came up behind him, wrapping herself around him. "I hope so. Really though, this is more your doing than you even realize." She really knew what she was implying, and she knew he really didn't. He felt and adjusted the water temperature a few times. A few minutes later the tub had filled and he slipped into it. She placed a towel on the floor, and knelt down beside the tub. He consider asking, or rather commanding, her to take off her suit, but he sort of liked the way it framed her shape. She must have tied it up tighter after diving, because the cups and strings were digging into her breasts, making it look even more sexy than before. He enjoyed watching her look at him as she stroked the soapy cloth against his body. He let his head back and dissolved into the relaxation.
At some time later, he heard her let out a little gasp, and he lazily looked up to see the cause. Her hand was held in the air and her breath held, until she let out a long exhale and shook her head as if recovering from something surprising. She started deep into his eyes. "You have no idea how much you are giving me exactly what I need, exactly what we both need." She resumed her gentle soaping. She drew out the process, taking a couple minutes each on his arms and chest, and a playful little cleaning of his crotch. When finished, she looked down with satisfaction, "all done. Time for you to hop out of there and dry off." He opened his eyes, and found her breasts inches from his face. He felt his eyes metaphorically pop out of his sockets for a moment, and wondered if those bikini top strings could really hold on much longer. It didn't look like it.
They both stood up, and she wrapped a towel around him, playfully helping to dry him off. When they finished, he turned his attention to her to direct her into the tub, and as she stood straight his jaw almost dropped in shock. He was looking up at the bottom of her jaw. There is simply no way she was this tall earlier. He peered his head sides and looked down expecting to see her having put on some 'magic' stilleto heels, but there was no doubt she was flat footed on the floor. "You...." He was speechless, unsure how to even address was he was seeing.
"Yes sweetie?" He flashed back images in his mind. There was no way she was this tall when they first met at the lounger. He would have noticed. Come to think of it, he specifically noticed she was hardly taller than him at lunch. Yet after the dive she was at least 6'2", but now? This wasn't even close to his recollection. If he didn't know better; if he didn't know this wasn't possible; he'd swear that she had actually grown taller since he met her. "What is it?" She looked down at him her incredibly sexy eyes, and brushed her hand against his face.
"Are you..." Was he on drugs? What was going on? This was crazy. But she was so amazing. So Amazing. "Are you, taller?"
"I'm certainly taller than you. Do you like it? That was your wish wasn't it? Taller, Bustier, and you're the only man for .." Her eyes looked up and she set a hand on his shoulder as she again held her breath for several seconds before letting out a gasping exhale. "..for me. Phew." As she looked down at him again he felt a tingle as he registered her frame creep up slightly higher right in front of him. She shook her hair and put on a contemptuous smirk.
"You are getting taller! I just saw it. I just saw you get taller! How is that possible?"
She smiled silently for a moment, brushing her hand against her face. "I want you to say it again. Tell me I'm the sexiest woman you've ever seen. Am I the sexiest woman you've ever seen?" She took a full step back from him to he could see her, "am I?"
"Vanessa, you most definitely are. I noticed it on the boat, and then again here in the apartment. Look at your hips, and your waist, and my god, your breasts. You must be six-foot-five! Women are just not six-foot-five, and if they were, I'd notice immediately. I don't just want to be with you, I want to worship you. You're like a ..." It dawned on him. "oh my god!" She stood silent, smiling back at him. "You're like a goddess. It's the resort, they are doing it somehow arn't they?" He looked aside, gears in his brain churning at the realization. "The resort is changing you. This is incredible!"
She stepped back up towards him. "Yes, it's the resort. I have only one small correction. I am not a goddess. I'm your goddess." She knew it was time to bring up level two, but honestly, she intended to pamper him much longer. She didn't want to cut there evening short. She decided she could certainly delay calling in for the staff. "In addition, we are now invited to enter level two together. Women who have already grown this much are generally already in level two, and there, the progress is more obvious. We can finish out our evening first, but afterwords, will you join me?"
He was stunned processing what she had said. Level two was filled with women who all had transformed like Vanessa? It was hard to even comprehend. Of course he would join her. "Of course I will join you!" His mind we reeling, oh my god. Then it happened to her again. She placed her hand against the wall, held her breath, and just .. swelled. It wasn't much, but it was noticable, and she wasn't just taller. He could see now that she just got bigger. His body was full of conflict as he felt a shiver down his spine, like a predator was near, and a stirring in his loins, responding to the most sexual form he'd every seen get even more desirable. He was just stunned staring at her for a minute, then his mind finally accepted the reality and returned to function. "I believe my dear, it is time for your bath."
"Yes, I believe it is." He could see muscles flex in her arms as she reached to pull her top off over her head. What he had already seen was now even more obvious. Every movement of her body was filled with feminine power. She dropped her bottoms to the floor, and stepping forward her nakedness was now tantalizingly close to him. He was speechless for a moment. He placed his hand against her torso like he was touching something he'd never seen before, and in a way he was. Her head was held high, and she looked over him as she stood for him to closely admire her. His eyes followed the curve of her shoulder, and then down. Having her this close to him was sending shivers through him. She felt like a statue as his hand slid up over her tight abs. He lifted his palm against her breast, soft and firm at the same time, impossibly large -- for a normal human.
She couldn't see his expression, but she felt his motions, and she liked it. Despite already noticing her change, this was the first time she really felt it. Unlike the typical roughness of a man, his hand and touch felt light and soft running up her abs and against her breast. She didn't mean to rush him, but she wanted to be worshiped, she wanted him to lick her and taste her. She gently pulled his head down to her breast. The feeling of his tongue against her skin was electric, and she pressed him further down, trying to gently guide him. She was wet, and horny, and almost as badly as she wanted another dose of tonyata, she wanted to feel him take her nipple in his mouth.
For Chris the experience was slightly different. He felt a forceful hand bring him to her breast, and laid his tongue and lips into her skin. He had only just begun to enjoy the sensation, when he felt her hand pressing down. He wasn't in a hurry, he was savoring her, so he resisted casually. She didn't notice at all, and then even as he instinctively tried to remain standing, her force strained his resistance, the strain on his neck forcing him to uncomfortably bend at the knees. The force stopped as he felt her nipple slip into his mouth, and he readjusted his posture to be comfortable. Still her hand held his head immovable against her. Still, he enjoyed it immeasurably. Her nipple was huge between his lips and as she responded he tried his best to please her. Then her hand yanked free, and he heard her gasp again for breath. He placed his hands on her hips, and this time he felt it. He didn't know the name for it, but it was her sernasa. She huffed several times when her breath released, "wow, that is getting more powerful."
"Vanessa, you should know, you are getting more powerful too. Please be careful, I think you were more forceful than you realized." She immediately remembered her training. As the process continued, it wasn't just height, or looks, it was her entire physique. They were all warned to be incredibly careful, that they would be much stronger than they realized. They were warned that even goddesses intending only gentle motions could begin to hurt those around them. She simply hadn't expected it to happen so fast.
She desperately wanted to make eye contact, so she sat on the ledge of the tub, spreading her legs around him. Chris looked down into her eyes and marveled at the amazing form before him. "Yes, my mistake. I will be more careful. Would you still like to bathe me?" He nodded, and she reached to turn on the water and refill the tub. She realized that even the hottest temperature did not feel uncomfortable, and sensed it might be a problem for him. "I think you best set the temperature." He reached over her leg, and she couldn't help but caress his body in front of her. She was extremely careful to be soft, and she marveled now only at how much smaller he seemed to her, but at how tender his skin and muscles felt. As he waited for the tub to fill, he caressed her, and she closed her eyes to focus on the feeling. Against her legs; along her arms; around the curve of her breasts and neck. It was divine.
Watching her enter the tub felt like a religious experience to him. Like a statue moving for him. He repeated his caressing motions over her with a wet soapy cloth. The tub was incredibly large, but even still she bent her legs, and her chest was mostly above water. As he worked his way up her legs and groin, he brushed her sex and she made a noise of obvious surprise. He gently rest his finger against her clit, and could see her respond immediately. He gently slid his finger against her. "That is..." She was at a loss for words initially, "that is. ohh my, don't stop. that is.." she panted a few times before continuing, "..unlike anything i've ever felt." He slightly increased his movement, careful to keep his fingers sliding over her clit, and her voice came out with unusual volume, "oh my god. oh my. more, more." He had no intention of stopping, this was the first chance he'd had to pleasure a woman since he'd arrived, and he felt happy to repay the debt. She thrashed at the tub, moaning as she climaxed. Squeezing hard before she caught herself and dramatically eased her grip. She felt the world spin for a moment, a torrent of pleasure and discomfort as she experienced another swell in the wake of her climax. "That was divine, thank you my sweet."
He nodded, and continued his washing, marveling at the wonder of her becoming a goddess. If he had any idea how much further she would progress, he might have been in shock. As she drifted off the cascade of her release, she felt a yearning that was hard to ignore. He was kneeling next to the tub, washing her breasts, and the only thought in her mind was to take his cock. Her body wanted tonyata. She controlled the surge, yet she could not relieve the desire from her body. She had already been selfish once this evening, she was determined not to let it get the best of her. She focused her energy the only way she could, she became determined to excite him so much, to pamper him so much, that he would reward her. As he continued to her shoulders and neck, her arm reached around and caressed down his back and under his seat. She strategically and carefully slipped her long fingers through his crotch until she felt the soft skin of his scrotum. Then, in show for him, her opposite hand pressed and fondled her breast in the water. She could tell he enjoyed it from the way he responded so, so she continued. His hand braced on her shoulder, and he closed his eyes, relaxing into the moment. She too closed her eyes, yet all she could think about was his cock. How she wanted to taste him. It was like a fever. She felt him cradled on her wrist, her fingers gently teasing him.
She had to do something before she lost control. With her eyes still closed she addressed him, "Chris." A pause, searching for words. "I am your goddess, I am yours to command. But I fear.... This change is powerful. My body wants to take you, to force you. Restraining myself is a battle I fear I am beginning to .... You must command me. You must..." She tensed in discomfort as another sernasa ran through her. "You must command me. You must command me or I fear I will lose myself." She kept her eyes forced shut, fearful that if she saw him she would be powerless to stop the hunger growing in her.
Chris, was shocked my more than her fearful message. He saw her discomfort, and tiny signs of another surge as she tensed her body. The arm she had reached under him to playfully brush at his scrot tensed with her, and he found himself lifted several inches from the ground. His leg straddled her wrist and he had to lean hard against her shoulder to balance himself. Even as her body relaxed, her eyes remain clenched. As he processed her warnings, it somehow seemed she was not even aware that her arm still held his entire body off the ground with no visible sign of any effort. Command her? He saw her fighting for restraint. He saw how powerful her body was becoming. He again felt a chill, the hairs across his back standing on end. His body was instinctively warning him that he was in the presence of great power and danger. He heard a crack and noticed that as her far hand squeezed at the marble tub, it had crushed a small chip of stone free. He immediately felt fear that she would inadvertently hurt him and it would be over before he could react, his mind forced him to out, "Stop Vanessa!" His forcefulness surprised them both, yet he saw the clenching in her body begin to relax.
He began more calmly, "Please Vanessa, be careful. My god. You are crushing the stone of the tub." Her hand lifted from the stone and he saw bits of dust waft from the indentation left where the chip had fallen away. Already she felt calmer. Her body still hungered, even ached for him, but the battle for restraint was momentarily won. "Look at me Vanessa." The desire calmed, she felt sure she could see him and not let the voices chanting at her win, the hunger calling for her to use all her strength to acquire more tonyata. She hoped. She opened her eyes and saw her arms poised equally to either side, Chris awkwardly straddling her wrist. "Do you not feel my weight on you?" She was puzzled at first, most of her mind consumed with that feeling of simply wanting him. What did he mean? She raised and lowered her arm a few inches, watching as his body unnaturally rose and fell as lightly. She lifted a little higher and it become incredibly clear to both of them that she was holding his entire body off the ground without even a hint of strain.
She relaxed more and smiled for the first time in several minutes. "No actually," she raised and lowered her arm to measure the feeling again, "it is no more effort than lifting a ... perhaps a galon of milk." She marveled and felt empowered by her own strength. Her opposite hand felt something rough on the tub edge and she looked to see the place she had pressed a chip off the stone. "Ohh my, did I do that?" A wave of concern washed over her. If she could do that, she could easily damage Christopher. The thought filled her with dread. They had warned her about this in her training and she recalled it... Despite what you feel, you will not, you cannot, directly hurt your vessel. The Rashja will not allow you to. Simply take care that you do not hurt him indirectly through your actions. If you doubt yourself, remember that when you are in the sernasa, "his will is your will, his wish is your wish, you are his goddess, and he is your vessel." She hardly realized she had spoken it aloud. Her confidence resorted, he could see the calm beauty reeminate from her. She calmly set him on the floor, and he stood looking down and admiring how godlike she was becoming.
She sank below the surface, drenching her hair before rising up out of the water. He watched the shimmer of water streaming off her body, dipping from her arms and the tips of her protruding breasts. She continued up and up, and by the time she reached her full height he could judge her new and impossibly large form. He surmised she must have been six-foot-eight. Her shoulders were notably above eye level. He stood still for him as he scanned down her body, admiring the curve of her breast, the shape of her arm, the flair of her hip, before looking back up, way up to meet her eyes. She reached for a towel and he stood stunned, taking in the developing goddess. She liked the way he admired her, and could see his flacidness, no doubt brought on by shock and worry was giving way to a new excitement. The hunger still raging inside her forced a hope in her mind that the next tonyata would be soon.
She leaned down to him, bringing her lips to his. She was overly gentle at first, then allowed herself to administer her tantalizing combination of tongue and lip contact. Chris found the sensation incredible, and his body language refused to let it end. He felt her slip hands along his sides to hold him. A moment later she gently lifted him from the ground, holding their lips together as she straightened and stepped from the tub. She raised him higher, tilting her head to maintain their contact as his feet dangled exactly a foot off the floor. The sensation was exhilarating for both of them; for her, because with her power came an powerful urge to both pamper and protect him; for him, because despite the dominating feeling of her obvious superiority, he felt a sense of duty emanate from her, as if she would do anything he asked, merely because he asked it. As their kiss slowly and finally parted, he decided to explore the feeling. "Vanessa my dear," she stared up at him, intently waiting on his every breath. "I think it's time for that much more relaxed pampering you promised me earlier. Would you bring me to the bed please?" At his mere mention of the possibility, the hunger in her kicked into an impatient frenzy, yet she didn't show it, as she smiled and nodded. She effortlessly held him up in front of her as she calmly made her way out of the bathroom and towards the bed, each of her steps slow and deliberate. She lowered and gently placed him on the mattress, leaving him in awe of how easily she handled him. She was now bigger and taller than him for sure, but not even by a whole foot. He couldn't handle anything more than a toddler with this kind of fluid ease and grace. She crawled onto the bed, curling herself around him until she was lying next to him.
* Staff Procedures
"Dr. Foley, it's been several hours since she left the scuba trip with no check-in. May I remind you that this situation may be unpredictable and volatile. We've never seen a male patron's Rashja levels rise anywhere close to this quickly." The Dr was attending to some routine paperwork, and Cher was standing over him trying to get his full attention.
*Yes yes Cheri. Everything will be fine. By my calculations she should be approaching six-foot-four, and whatever additional strength and power she is starting to discover will be safely controlled by the Rashja. In every sponsorship case so far, the results have been when we simply let them come to us in their own time." He up away from his work to meet her attention. "If we go storming in there, both of them will lose trust in the resort, or worse, she may instinctively protect him as part of her duty to her provider. No, for now we will simply wait."
* Transitions
Chris felt like he'd spent a half hour just relaxing and admiring her. He was straddled across her tummy, offering him an excellent vantage point to caress and worship her breasts. Each minute that passed he thought would be enough, but then it wasn't. He occasionally met her eyes, only to find her patiently watching him enjoying the form of her body. In fact, he might have felt self-conscious about it, if not for her repeated insistence that he should enjoy her as long as he liked, however he liked. Still, she was not without her motivations. One hand had worked it's way into his lap, her fingers gently fondling and playing with his sexuality. He was aroused, but not achingly so.
She on the other hand, felt the desire and power raging inside her, controlled only by the unexplained force of her duty to his will. When she wasn't watching his eyes, she was staring at his hard cock. She'd involuntarily lick at the open air, wishing she were close enough to taste it, remembering the flavor of his juices. Soon, she thought, soon. Each time he glimpsed her tongue reach out towards him, it reminded him of how it felt to be in his mouth. He wanted to feel it again. He sat up on his knees, and felt it necessary to issue a warning, "Yes, I want it too, but not like before. Slowly this time." He leaned himself forward, and she leaned in, extending and dragging her tongue against his length. She could almost taste it now, or perhaps just the memory of it. She pulled him towards her to take him in her mouth, careful to move slowly. He placed his hand on the wall behind her for balance as he felt her gently grip each of his thighs, and she manipulated him slowly in and out of her mouth. Looking down, the sight and feeling of her breasts pressed together between his legs was almost as intoxicating as watching his cock draw in and out of her mouth.
Despite her slow pace, the amazing sight of her, and the pressure and texture of her tongue was bringing him right to the brink much faster than he expected. He tensed his legs, but she didn't notice any resistance, her hands still slowly drawing him in and out of her mouth. By the time he tapped a hand to her shoulder to get her attention, he could feel himself already beginning to spasm. She stopped immediately. He felt a tinge of pain as her mouth tensed around him trying to stop his release. She could already taste and feel his juice flowing down the back of her throat, but was quickly relieved. She was worried she might have finished him far too quickly for his liking, but she had felt only a dribble. Still, she couldn't help licking him clean, assuring she received every drop, before letting him out of her mouth. "I am very sorry my dear. I will be more careful."
"It's okay. It's just... It's hard to explain how aroused by you I am right now." Her head was back against the pillow, and the scene below him was simply perfect. Her hair flowed across the pillow around her head. Her breasts, sitting high and held in a delicious shape. Her arms embracing around him. The way her eyes pierced into him. He was starting to ache for her. He wanted to be back in her mouth, but knew if he was, he wouldn't last long. He leaned his hips forward, and she met him, extending her tongue to circle around him. She was careful, making her movements extremely slow. Her hands resumed their urgings, drawing him in and out. No more than a few strokes later, he felt himself dangerously close. He tapped her shoulder, but there was too little time to stop it. She again froze and let the pressure of her tongue against him, but she felt him spasm and spasm. When it was clear there was no stopping it, she forced his motions, milking it out of him. Eventually she could taste no more and licked him twice to clean him before letting him free. He sat back on her body, her hands now comfortably cupping both sides of his rear. "I guess he just really likes you." She laughed with him, the levity breaking her disappointment at forcing him to climax too soon.
"I dunno. I think it's really the twins he likes." They both darted glances down at the her protruding mounds between them, and chuckled again. Her laughter was cut off by another sernasa. She held her breath and the pain caught her by surprise. She smiled at him when it had subsided. "They like him too. I think they would enjoy some closer company." She effortlessly lifted and scooted him up until his lap was pressed satisfyingly into her breasts. What she didn't realize is that she had carried his entire weight in the process. For him the sensation was as humbling as it was intoxicating. Her hands cradled and lifted him, and only his feet even dragged against the bed as she re-positioned him. He shouldn't have been surprised, as he had already seen how easily she could handle him, but somehow knowing it and experiencing it were entirely different. She had freed a hand to flip and fondle him into her mountainous breasts, and noticed he was already at half mast. "Hmm.. Looks like everyone's getting along well there."
Chris however, was still marveling at her amazing strength. It was the sensation of that little lift, and the feeling of her superiority that was causing his arousal, and he knew it. "Vanessa, you have the most amazing body I have ever seen. You are a goddess." He paused to find a phrase, "but I must admit, I think something else is behind my speedy re-arousal." She looked at him puzzled. "Did you notice how easily you lifted my whole body a moment ago? It's still hard to believe it's even possible. I mean, you're not that much bigger than I am." She hadn't noticed. It had seemed like nothing more than a gesture, like when someone brushes you in a crowded room to squeeze by. Had she really lifted him?
More importantly, "are you saying you liked it then?" He nodded, and she puzzled for a moment about how to use this information. She decided to start simple, reasserting her hands below his bottom, she simply lifted him up off her. This wasn't a subtle motion. She raised his both about a foot above her tummy and simply held him there in front of her. Now that he mentioned it, the ease with which she could manipulate him was quite surprising. The rush was more than he anticipated. The top of his feet were still in contact with the covers, but not in a way that supported any of his weight. Held off the ground by just her palms beneath him, and the lack of any visible effort on her part, reasserted that tingle of excitement at her obvious superiority. It didn't take more than a few moments for his cock to respond further, the angle of it rising between his legs. She turned him a little back and forth, as if she was getting a better view of the incredibly immediate reaction in his member. "Wow. That really ..." She was cut off mid-sentence by a gasp and pain, she bit at her lip until it subsided. He was used to her sernasa by now, but this one surprised him. Previously he had to strain to see the individual changes, but this time her breasts and shoulders seemed to throb noticeably larger beneath him. He wondered if it was perhaps just his unique vantage point, one which started to shift momentarily. When she regained her focus, she started as his cock, shocked that only a few moments after his last climax, he was at full attention. "That really is a huge turn on for you then huh?" He nodded again. Her desire to pleasure him mixed with her naturally devious personality as she hatched a plan. "Would you say it is your will that I continue to demonstrate my strength?"
Her posture was that of a girl holding a doll out in her hands. The way she casually held him lofted in her hands while speaking to him made him feel much smaller than he actually was. The feeling was electric. "Yes Vanessa, it most certainly is, as much as possible." She giggled at the thought, as much as possible. She was a very creative girl, and this little man was going to be in for a treat, and she was going to get what exactly what she wanted, more tonyata! A wave washed over her that she hadn't felt since he had asked her to be careful, and she eyed his cock hungrily.
She sat up at the waist, and he felt himself rise even higher as she kept him aloft. Her mind went spinning to think of ways to continue to arouse him, while also quickly and repeatedly getting exactly what she wanted. She saw no reason to delay her next dose, as he was already at full attention. "I think rather than try to draw it out, we'll simply use repetition to work on your stamina," she brought him higher and immediately took him into her mouth. She fought her impulses, keeping her head high and still. Instead, she forced his body forward and back, drawing him in and out against her lips. His hands rested on her head, which helped him balance atop the firm yet moving platform. He could feel her tongue dancing around him in her mouth, and if the tricks of her sensations were immediately not enough, the sight of looking down at her casually holding a grown man up to her mouth certainly covered the gap. Before he knew what was happening, he was moaning and spurting fluid into her mouth, which she eagerly lapped and licked up. "Would you mind if I freshened up briefly before pampering you some more?" He was spent, and felt momentarily dizzy held aloft, and gladly nodded back to her. She carefully lowered and set him to the bed on his knees like he was a porcelain figurine, before sliding off the bed for the restroom.
* Check in
She had forgotten about her check-in during all the excitement, and remembered only once she was alone. Locked inside the bathroom, she found the thumbprint access panel, and the wall slid open to reveal a video kisok. The familiar procedure repeated itself on the screen, but it had hardly showed any information when a female staff member jump in. "Vanessa. Excellent, we've been waiting anxiously for you're check in. Has Christopher agreed to your sponsorship. Is he ready to enter level two?"
She nodded back at the screen. "Yes he has." Vanessa founder herself wondering what level two would really be like. The descriptions during orientation seemed so abstract. This whole experience seemed so abstract. There was nothing abstract about how she felt. She looked around at the bathroom, feeling like she towered over her surroundings. The chip in the tub was more noticeable than she realized, "and I'm sorry, I accidentally chipped the tub in here."
The girl was hardly paying attention to her. "Dr. Foley, could this be right? She was facing someone off-screen and pointing to something." Ask the patron, he heard someone off-camera recommend. The staff member looked back at her from the video monitor. "The readings say here you are, six foot eleven, is that correct?"
Now it was Vaneesa who was hardly paying attention as another sernasa wave hit her. She held her breath and bit her lip until it subsided. "That seems close. Might be a little taller now." Cheri was shocked at the results. This was far above their expectations. Something was happening with Christopher that had never happened with any male patrons before. Somehow he was markedly more potent. If only they could harness it.
Still Vanessa and the current situation demanded her attention. "Has he accepted that something is causing female growth?" She caught herself a moment later, "six-foot-eleven, of course he has. How is he taking it, on a scale of one to ten, and how are you feeling? Has it been painful?"
"The sensations are... manageable." Vanessa knew they focused on gentle introduction into the Goddess state, but she was well past that. She didn't want to slow down or stop, pain or no pain. "I'd say he's taking it at about 11, he's really enjoying it. It really turns him on when I show off my strength by lifting him."
Cheri was tossing her head, not sure which of many issues to address first. This rate of growth was exceptional, and if she was already lifting him at only six-foot-eleven. Maybe she was doing it with effort. She wanted to know, but time was of the essence. It was a tricky orchestra to slip women this visibly progressed through the level-one area without being noticed, and without locking off areas like a prision. They had a window for transfer soon, and they had to use it. "Please stay in the room, it's important that you don't show yourself in level one in this state. The shock could be troublesome for some patrons. In about twenty minutes a staff member, actually I'll do it. In twenty minutes I'll arrive at your door and escort you to level-two while patrons are at dinner service. Understand?" Vanessa nodded.