Sarah arrived at Wendel's executive floor on schedule, his assistant dutifully sitting at her desk as always. "Hello, I have an appointment with Wendel this afternoon." She had lost quite a bit of her original Goddess height, now down to little more than six-foot-ten. Worse, she'd been dying for him the entire time, wanting and wishing for him, and it had only been a day or so. They were feelings she didn't understand and couldn't explain.

Judy looked up at the towering Amazon with a hint of jealousy. Wendel had recently disclosed the secret of the Rashja to her, and she had responded with the same unfased decorum with which she handled all his eccentric affairs. In fact at first she didn't exactly believe him. She knew he wasn't the type to lie, but his explanation was simply too impossible to believe. Until he showed her. Seeing Kat and Sarah transformed dropped her jaw, as she felt for the first time Wendel had truly shocked her. 

Judy put the facts together quickly. Having just hired two high-class escorts, only to watch them stroll in and out of his office for two days as towering goddesses, she couldn't help but feel slighted. If she had known, she would have marched right in there in their place. She would have been a test-subject for their science research. She had served his every need for so long. Did it occur to him she might want to be involved, that she might like to be a towering Amazon? She visualized sneaking in when he was out, finding an obvious looking syringe, and injecting herself. God what it would be like. She almost had to snap herself out of her frustrated daydream. "Yes, yes, of course Miss Sarah. He's expecting you, go right in." 

As Sarah moved through the door, she could see Kat shockingly big and sprawled out on an oversize cushion, barely covered. She must have been over nine-feet-tall! Sarah felt a moment of jealousy as Wendel called out, "welcome, welcome. Come here my dear." He rose from his office desk, stepping closer to size her up. "We're still in quite short supply, but clearly we need to give you a boost. Now you see why we need to keep Derek motivated and focused. He's the key to our whole Rashja production." 

So near to Wendel she couldn't think about Derek. She couldn't think about Kat. She couldn't think about anything. She needed him, badly. Her body carried her closer to him almost on instinct. She ran her hand through his hair, pressing her body close, already doing her best to seduce him. At her current height, her still clothed tits were almost at his eye level, so she pulled his face into them. He seemed surprisingly unaffected as he chuckled, "that's interesting. I guess we really need to get you satisfied." 

He grasped her hand, leading her towards his office desk. He had read reports of the Rashja making Amazon's compliant, and was mentally taking notes of the experience. What he hadn't been told, is how much they needed, were driven, to get more Rashja. Normally such a beautiful woman, even a paid escort, was the object of desire. He wasn't used to the tables being turned and found the whole experience sexually empowering. "Take these off." He briefly tugged at her bottoms before slipping his own workout pants to the floor. 

Sarah was a bit confused by her own actions. Something deep inside her wanted him, for sure. However, she was a giver. She was used to captivating men with her body and her sexual charms. Wendel was suddenly treating her like a task, like a doll. Moreso, she didn't seem to care or object, she just wanted him. She wanted him to do whatever he wanted to. She slipped her bottoms off as he requested before sitting back on the desk. She made another attempt at enticing him, reaching her hand down to his half flaccid member. "Do you need me to warm you up?" 

"That'll certainly help get you what you want." She stroked him as he moved closer, still responding fairly slowly to her. He was already staring at her endowments, and she could see the familiar glimmer in his eye. He was not shy about reaching out to feel them, and she liked it. "Your tits are so gorgeous. Derek is a lucky I let him choose. Take this off, and squeeze them together for me." Some part of her recognized Wendel's actions, those of a john paying her for sex. Not at all like Derek. Derek enjoyed her. She briefly felt lucky Derek had picked her too. That is before this small part of her was shut away by the Rashja. It needed the Rashja, it needed Wendel. Her top was on the floor, and she held her tits in her hands, squeezing them together for him. He licked across his lips in a savoring gesture she understood. "Mmmm. One day soon I'm going to have to fuck those tits, they are so gorgeous. But for now, let's get you what you need." He maneuvered himself inside her, standing at the edge of the desk, gently pumping towards her. 

Wendel silently thanked the creators of the Rashja. He felt it some kind of pleasurably sinister twist that it had to be delivered via sex -- that the Amazon's would crave the Rashja so much. He leaned in, hugging his face close. She quickly took the hint, burying him in her tits as he pumped into her. Even at her smaller size, they were still so big. He had endulged himself with Kat like a kid at a candy store, and loved every minute of it. However, she Sarah was so different, plush with womanly curves, and he found the sensation of burying himself in her body very pleasurable. 

He had to remind himself this wasn't for pleasure. He was trying to give Sarah a dose of Rashja. She needed it to remain an Amazon Protector. Without it she'd return to her normal size in just a few more hours. He moved his body with urgency, enjoying her just enough to keep his excitement building. A few more thrusts, and he felt himself unload into her. She stayed close, letting him get every last bit he could spare into her. When he pulled free, she turned back against the desk waiting for it to happen. The warm feeling began immediately, pleasuring her unlike any climax could. It took a minute more for the sernasa to begin. That's what he told them it was called when they swelled. It was slow at first, then she felt it going faster. "Oooh yes," she vocalized a bit of the pleasure as she felt her ass sliding up against the edge of the desk.

Wendel watched her grow, wondering how much she'd get out of it. Their Rashja suppily was dangerously low, and he'd saved himself for most of the day to get her another proper dose. It seemed to be paying off as inch after inch was added to her frame. She slipped her butt onto the desk, and with eyes closed, silently braced against the sensations. Wendel watched patiently, feeling an exciting awe watching her sernasa in such close proximity. When it finally slowed to a stop, he gestured for her to stand. "Let's see if that was enough." Wendel was pleased as she stood, her tits rising up half over his head. He guessed that she was probably eight or ten inches taller now. Maybe seven-foot-six? He'd get the official number in his report. Her breasts seemed bigger too, and he did his best to suppress his interset as he looked up past them. "Excellent. Now, tell me about Derek. How are you taking care of him?" 

Even in the wake of her sernasa, Sarah felt a sliver of displeasure at his uninterested and matter of fact style. The Rashja pushed it away as it compelled her to comply, but she still felt it. "Since you left me to take care of him two days ago, I've given him oral sex three times, bathed him once, cooked him dinner twice, and let him..." She hoped that it was half her own sarcastic wit that caused the laundry-list response.

Wendel held up his hand to cut her off. "My mistake. I don't need to know exactly how you're taking care of him, just that you are. Remember, we need to keep him focused on the Rashja production. Keep pampering him, but not too much. I need him refreshed and working in the lab. Go ahead and get back to him now." 

Sarah pulled her clothes back on as quickly as she'd removed them. She couldn't wait to get back to Derek. The Rashja now willed it, but she liked him too, making her drive all the more powerful. She turned to Kat, nodding briefly to say goodby as she headed to the door. A moment later she was out of the room. 

Wendel had already made his way over to where Kat was lying on the special cushion he'd had made for her. She was still clothed in one of the same stretch outfits he'd had made special for the two of them. Despite how stunning her body was, even just two days later he was growing tired of the same boring clothing. Before he added too many more to the ranks of his Protectors, they would need some more attractive outfits, with more variation. He made a mental note. 

Kat didn't move, merely watching him intently as he approached. Being almost half-again larger than normal, her body looked like a statue, measuring in last at eight-foot-four. Lying on her side, the impression of being chiseled from marble was further encouraged by her incredibly deliberate pose. One arm held her head, and her legs were comfortably offset from one another in an all too perfect way. Her waist was wide enough to reach a comfortable seat height, so as Wendel reached her, he sat onto her hip facing her. Their positions allowed a comfortable, if unconventional, conversational distance as she spoke up. "You know if Sarah's not doing the job, I'm sure I could properly motivate Derek." Even as she remained relaxed, he noticed a little flicker in her eye, reminding him she could turn into a lioness at any moment. 

"I'm sure you could." Had Kat been this alluring before? Wendel was fascinated with everything about the Rashja. In the two days since he'd transformed them, it seemed she was always angling for another dose. He didn't mind it, as she was incredibly sexy, and was really starting to grow comfortable in her new skin. "It's only been two days. Besides, she's just there to make him comfortable. The science takes time, and I have full confidence in him." 

"I simply want to end the Rashja shortage. It would be a shame for me to be back to Sarah's size, don't you think? Except her tits of course." Her hand appeared and slid up her torso. "You seemed to really like them. Do you prefer them that big?" She placed her hand onto her clothed breast. "Or do you like them tight and firm like mine? It's okay, be honest." Sarah's outrageous curves made him want her as a plaything. However, Kat's athletic frame, sultry attitude, and Rashja infused stature commanded his attention figuratively and literally. In a world where he could have anything, do anything, afford anything, he found her sexual and physical superiority incredibly sexy. Even knowing the Rashja compelled her to his will, he found himself waiting for her to take the lead, hoping for it. Right now she just looked up at him, waiting an answer. It was their little game, and he tried his best to play it.

"They evoke a certain, reaction. I can't deny it." Kat slipped her hand into her top, the movement of her fingers seductively showing through the fabric. "It's more of a fascination really. Like an exotic car you have to drive, or a racehorse you have to ride just once." Her fingers reached and pressed at her nipple, shifting the fabric to expose several inches of the bottom curve of her breast. Wendel couldn't help but watch and admire, making no attempt to hide it. "You, my dear, are a wild animal, untamable. I'm rapt watching what you'll do next, never feeling fully safe or in control." 

She looked up at him as if considering his answer. "A thrill seeker. I suppose I would be too if I could buy and sell half the world before sundown." Really it seemed like she was just buying time as she fondled herself. "So it excites you then, knowing that I could snap you in half? The rush of danger." Her question obviously rhetorical, she removed her hand and pressed it to the floor. Like a greek goddess in motion, she lifted her head and shoulders away from the floor, propping herself up with one straight arm. 

They were almost eye-to-eye now, and her eye-contact made him miss where her other hand was going until it was too late. He felt her palm slip under his seat, lifting him off her as if he weighed no more than a gallon of milk. He reached for her shoulder to catch his balance. A moment later she was standing, effortlessly holding him in one hand as she walked towards the window. "What will you do with it all?" Mid-stride, her hand gripped around one of his thighs, leaving him sitting on her wrist and forearm, still steadying himself against her.

"You mean the Rashja? You know the answer to that my dear. The Amazon Protectorate." Kat seemed so controlled that her next move was a complete shock. She pressed her hand against the floor-to-ceiling glass of his office as if testing it, then with a calculated shove, she fractured a side of the panel. The safety lamination held the panel together even as it showed the spiderwebs of cracked glass. Her shove had freed one side from it's mounting, opening the room to the shocking chilled wind and noise of the outside. Wendel felt sudden fear of her unpredictability, as she calmly and methodically smashed her hand against the remaining edges of the glass until the entire pane was broken enough that the bulk of it fell free. All the while she had been carrying yet ignoring Wendel, demonstrating it was no impediment to the task at hand.

The window dispatched, Wendel felt her full attention fall on him. "No, I mean The World. What will you do with The World if we give it to you?" She walked right to the edge of the open section, her free hand falling on the steel that formerly held the top of the glass about twelve feet off the floor. In the process, Wendel felt himself cross the threshold, and grabbed around her shoulder with every bit of strength he could muster. He felt the wind buffeting him, the air open beneath him, and what moments ago had been playful was turned into gripping fear for his life. 

Kat's feet were inches from the edge, as she had absolutely no fear of falling. The Rashja gave her perfect precision, stability, strength. She felt like marble, carving through a soft malleable world. The steel beam's softness was apparent in hand, and she was careful not to squeeze and distort it. "Consider your answer carefully. What will you do if I don't drop you to your death?" She leaned herself out so she was hanging past the threshold, held in by her grip on the beam above. "I think I could even jump with you just to watch. I suspect I would survive the fall. Answer wisely. What will you do if I let you take over the world?"

Wendel's few options were rushing through his head. He thought the Rashja compelled them, and debated commanding her to bring him back inside. Only he didn't trust it. What if she wasn't bluffing? What if she thought him a tyrant and dropped him to his death? What if the Amazon's lost their free will, but not their justice? What if they wouldn't serve a tyrant? 

He wasn't a tyrant though. Not even close. He wanted to help people. He wanted the Amazons to help people. The Protectorate. To end needless suffering and war. He'd answer then, it was his only way out. He realized he had barely looked at her since she began dangling his life out the building window. When he caught her eyes, they had a fierce look of determination. He filled his lungs, preparing the voice he'd need to be heard over the buffeting wind. "I will make it better."

Kat looked him over as if considering his answer. Then slowly, she receded back into the safety of the building, Wendel still clutching onto her for dear life. She still carried him effortlessly on her forearm, showing no sign that holding his weight produced any strain. Only a few steps away from the window, the windy noise was gone and she was able to speak normally, "That will do. For now."