Rachel pursed her lips in irritation at the shoddy design of the study
she was reading. She'd been reading papers on the HERS virus since she
had it herself, at first casually and then with increasing rigor. Now, almost
three years later she had about as good a knowledge of the literature on HERS
as a practicing scientist, though of course she wasn't doing any research
herself. It had gone way beyond what she needed in order to explain things
to her viewers, having crossed over the realm into a bit of an obsession.
She found the field endlessly interesting. Even now, nearly four years after
the virus had first appeared, there was so much they still didn't understand.
Humans without HERS started to get health problems related to height starting
as low as 6'4" but becoming very common as they reached the 8 foot range.
Despite this, HERS women, the shortest of whom was just a hair under nine feet tall,
were some of the healthiest people alive as far as anyone could tell. They had
learned a lot about the different musculature and bone structure that HERS women
had, but the size difference impacted everything from the tensile strength of
their circulatory membranes to the functioning of their kidneys. It was incredible.
Incredible in the sense that it wasn't plausible. One virus should not have been able to
effect so much, yet Rachel was living proof that it had.

Another mystery was the HERS-beta strain. The HERS virus was remarkably resistant to
mutation, showing far less genetic drift than the current understanding of DNA and
RNA implied that it should have. This should have made it easier to formulate a
vaccine, but so far the efforts of the world's best virologists had been stumped
by the unique shape of the proteins on the exterior of the virus. So then it had
been shocking when a variant had appeared, and one that had been markedly different
than the original. In fact, for the first two months after its discovery, researchers
had classified HERS-beta as a novel virus, rather than a variant.

HERS-beta didn't do anything besides make women overeat for a week, but at relatively
normal levels. HERS-beta victims could expect to gain 3 to 5 pounds if they didn't
make any effort to control their eating, but there were plenty of people who
managed to stick rigidly to their usual diet. HERS-beta was entirely asymptomatic in
men, just like the original variant. HERS-beta granted immunity to HERS in the same
way a vaccine would have, but bizarrely it didn't grant significant immunity to reinfection
by HERS-beta. Combined with the fact that it had an R0 close to 100 times higher than
HERS, it meant that HERS-beta was endemic across the globe and seemed unlikely to every
recede. Everyone had gotten it, even HERS women like Rachel who had grown before it emerged.

The immunity that HERS-beta granted was not perfect, so there were still occasional HERS
breakthrough infections, with HERS women like Rachel acting as the viral reservoir that
it occasionally emerged from. Even so, HERS-beta was enough like a harmless, self-administering
vaccine that the small contingent of people who believed HERS was intelligently designed
had grown. Rachel didn't believe that herself, but she had stopped dismissing them as kooks
as she read up on HERS-beta. It was all just too neat.

Now, the study she was reading, a pre-print really since it hadn't passed peer review
yet (and likely wouldn't without some rework if Rachel was any judge), hinted tantalizingly
at the possibility that HERS-beta was doing something else. The authors had shown photos
of various publicly notable HERS women to study participants and asked them to fill out
a questionnaire indicating how they felt about the woman in the photograph. They'd looked
for responses along a number of emotional axis including: anger ("does this woman make you
angry to look at? How much?"), jealousy ("do you wish you were like this woman?"),
arousal ("how attracted to this woman are you?", happiness ("does it make you happy to
look at this woman?"), submissiveness ("if this woman told you to do something, how likely
are you to do it?"), tiredness ("does looking at this woman make you feel sleepy?"),
and vigor ("does looking at this woman make you feel energetic?").

The study was underpowered, and in Rachel's opinion using public figures just about
invalidated the whole result. It had the feel of throwing tons of things at the wall to see
what stuck, but they had found some things that stuck. In particular, they had found that
people who had had HERS-beta were more aroused and submissive as well as a bit happier
after looking at HERS women when compared with regular women. The most impressive thing
about the study was that they had found a large enough population of people who had
never had HERS-beta to establish a baseline to compare the HERS-beta victims against.
They'd also discovered some correlations between the size of HERS women and the
intensity of those feelings, with more height being a minor intensifying factor and
estimated breast volume being a stronger factor.

Despite the poor design of the study, their conclusions matched so well with Rachel's
own experience that she believed the effect they had found was real. The table they
had of estimates for the breast volume of the HERS women they had used was listed
in liters. Most of the women listed had a volume of about 15 liters per breast,
or a bit less than 4 gallons, and at those volumes the effect size the paper
predicted would be small enough to be dismissed as just nerves from being around
a HERS woman. By contrast, the effect predicted by 50 gallon breasts like Rachel
had (again, thanks to cube laws and her massive-even-by-HERS-standards proportions),
was very strong. Rachel had wondered for a while why ordinary people seemed so
effected by her presence. She'd definitely caused quite a few involuntary erections
since catching HERS, though that wasn't as huge a change as it might have been;
she'd been doing it since high school. More unusual was the way no one had really
said no to her in 2 years. Her employees didn't ask for raises and didn't try to negotiate.
She could have easily taken advantage of them if she didn't believe so strongly in
taking care of her workers. No one ever turned her down when she asked them on
the show, even after she'd made them look like an idiot the last four times they
were on. Everyone was *so submissive* around her. She'd brought it up with other
HERS women and they'd agreed, after all everyone was intimidated by HERS women,
but Rachel could tell that they didn't really know what she was talking about.

Steve would be arriving soon to talk about the competition report he had just filed,
so Rachel switched over to reading it to refresh her memory. Normally, talent didn't
focus on the business side of things, but since Rachel had gotten HERS, she found she
had the energy to take on a lot more. She hadn't heard of other HERS women getting
such a huge boost of energy, so she was pretty sure it was a mundane result of
looking at life with new eyes after a major life event, the way that parents would
sometimes take on a half dozen new hobbies when their kids went off to school.
She had complete and direct control over all aspects of her show, and she had even
started to step in and make decisions about other programming on News 13. Roger,
Charlie and Jen had started asking her permission before making major programming
changes, though on paper she reported to them.

When the report had first come across her desk, Rachel had at first been a little
offended by the premise, but it was written very clinically and had lots of hard
data backing it up as well as a number of beautifully illustrative graphs. Rachel
was a sucker for good analysis, and she had to admit that she found the reports
topic and conclusions thrilling on some level. Titled "Rachel's Impact on Traffic
to Adult Sites", the report detailed how when the show "Rachel" was on the air,
there was a noticeable dip in traffic to porn sites. In addition, it showed an
overall downward trend in porn usage since shortly before "Rachel" had gone on the air.
The timing was what had gotten Rachel thinking about HERS-beta and the shoddy paper
about it she had just read. HERS-beta had first swept the globe shortly before she
had transitioned from hosting a news show with Ben to "Rachel", the show she now ran.

Steve knocked on the door. He was definitely going to get fired. He'd just written
a report about his boss's impact on the porn industry's bottom line. He could
hear the loud clicking of Rachel's gold plated steel wedges as she walked over to
the door, and his heart rate increased with each distinctive click.

The door swung open to reveal his towering boss. From this angle, he couldn't see
her face due to the massive bust that so consistently drove him to distraction.
If he wasn't so used to seeing her deftly avoid things beneath her shelf-like
bosom it would have been terrifying to be in the blind spot of a nearly two ton
woman. Steve realized that the top of her gleaming wedges were nearer his knees
than his ankles. She stepped back to let him in, walking around to sit behind her imposing
desk. Steve walked up the stairs leading up the front of her desk so he could sit on
one of the guest chairs set on her desktop. Rachel felt bad about looming over everyone
and gotten the extra deep desk and the chairs put in place a while back. It certainly
made it easier to look Rachel in the face, but it made Steve feel a bit like a paperweight.
It also gave him a better view down the top of her low cut sleeveless micro dress that
looked like something most women would only wear at the club but was pretty much par
for the course for HERS women.

"I read your report Steve. Very good analysis."

"Oh, ummm, t-thank you m-ma'am."

"You seem nervous Steve." Rachel looked at him coolly.

"S-sorry ma'am."

"Are you worried that I might be irritated to have the show compared with the likes of
PornHub, OnlyFans, and cam sites?"

Steve gulped spasmodically. "Ummmm, umm-"

"Shhhhhhhh, it's ok Steve, you don't need to be worried," Rachel's businesslike tone
shifted and became gentle. She didn't like seeing little people in distress. She should
also stop thinking of them as little people, that was how HERS supremacists talked.
"We live in a changing world, and we need to recognize the way things really are.
It took a lot of bravery to write something like this when you were worried about how
I might react."

"T-thank you, ma'am," Steve's heart swelled with pride. Rachel seemed happy with him!
To be honest he hadn't considered how she might react as he was working on the report,
he'd just seen it in the data and felt like he had to see if it was true.

"It's important to understand all segments of our audience, so if some men are watching
my show-"

"And women, s-sorry," Steve realized he had actually cut Rachel off.

"Right, my mistake, and women. If they are watching my show instead of using porn, I want
to know that."

"Are you, umm, worried that they aren't getting the message you want to put out?" Steve
asked.

Rachel shook her head, "I suspect there is a bit of both going on. That is a question I'm
going to want you to dig more into though." Rachel had known people saw her as a sex
object for a while now. She'd been on the cover of tabloids as "The Sexiest Woman Alive"
two years in a row now, and "Rachel Bennet's Breasts" was a recurring character on
South Park. She'd even heard about some of her more extreme fans building little shrines
to her in their homes. The revelation that she was hurting the bottom line of the porn
industry without doing anything more than wearing clothes that were pretty typical by
HERS standards while reporting the news, wasn't that surprising. As with many things about
her life these days, 23 year old Rachel would have been aghast, but present Rachel enjoyed
it. "I want you to start working with the wardrobe group to identify outfits that will
accelerate this trend you've identified."

"You mean, umm,"

"We've already pretty much crushed all the other news channels, so we should start thinking
about alternative competitors."

"Y-yeah, of course," Rachel may have worked her staff hard, but she took a personal interest
in every one of them. She was an awesome boss, but sometimes she could be pretty scary. The
fierce light in her eye as she talked about crushing the competition was one such time.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"I am wondering how you thought to investigate this trend."

"Oh, umm, well," *I was on a message board about you and some people were talking about
jerking off to your broadcasts* "n-not s-sure."

Rachel smirked, the poor guy was completely rattled. He was staring helplessly at her cleavage
and didn't seem to realize she could see his open oogling. Little people were so helpless.
*Not little people, Rachel, just people,* she reminded herself, "You sure about that? Don't
be holding out on me."

"Well, I was, I mean, I was talking to some, ummm, some, ummm guys, who like, were saying,"

Rachel cocked one elegant eyebrow in amusement, "Yes?"

"They were saying that they, ummm, jerked off, I guess, haha, they ummmm-"

"To me?"

"Well, yeah, to your, ummm, to your show."

"Who were these guys? Anyone I know?" She could feel her nipples stiffening against the
tight fabric of her dress.

"N-not sure. It wasn't, ummm, you know, in person," Steve gulped convulsively.

"Oh, so it was on the internet then?"

"Yeah,"

Rachel's tone grew playful, "What were you doing on a part of the internet where you
wound up talking to these guys?"

"Well, ummm, uggggg-"

"What was the name of the site?"

"Ummmm, ummm, I don't know, I think it's umm ...."

"What's that?" She asked as his voice trailed off towards the end.

"Ummm, goddessrachel.com"

"Oh, my, well that certainly paints a picture, doesn't it." Her nipples
dented her dress. "Are you one of those guys Steve?"

He was beet red and seemed incapable of speech.

"It's ok Steve, I won't be mad if you are, I just want to know, that's all," her voice
became a gentle caress, soft and comforting.

"y-yes," he whispered so softly she almost couldn't hear her, looking down at his feet.

Rachel bit her lip, "You think about me when you touch yourself? What about me do you
think about?"

Steve gulped, "your, ummm, your face, and ummm, your ummm, your size,"

"Anything else?"

"Y-your breasts, ma'am."

Rachel's pussy was tingling with arousal. She'd reduced this man, a boy really since he
was nearly half her age, to a stuttering wreck with hardly any effort. She slid her
hands up the sides of her breasts and pressed them together. "So then, in your opinion,
it's probably my bust that we should pay close attention to if we want to maximize
our success with this new segment you've identified." She gave her tits another playful
squeeze and then jiggled them back and forth a bit. This proved to be too much for the
poor analyst sitting on her desk, because he clenched the sides of his chair and
a stain started spreading at his crotch a moment later. "Ooopppsie," Rachel giggled
at his predicament.

"S-s-sorry ma'am," *I'm definitely fired,*

Rachel chuckled, "Don't be, we both know you couldn't help yourself. Keep up the good
work Steve."

It was clearly a dismissal, and Steve was eager to escape while his overwhelmingly sexy
boss still hadn't realized she should be mad at him. He'd just written a report about
how her show was better porn than porn, admitted to lurking on a fan forum of a
decidedly sexual nature about her, and then jizzed in his pants right in front of her.
Somehow, she just seemed vaguely amused by all this, and not at all mad. In fact, it
seemed like she was assigning him to advise on what types of tops the breasts he already
spent so much time thinking about should be put in for best effect. Still, he didn't
want to spend any more time where he could put another foot in his mouth, even if
Rachel seemed to be endlessly forgiving.

After Steve stumbled out of her office in a daze, Rachel allowed a hand to slip under
her dress and inside her panties. Out of curiosity, she went to the website that
Steve had mentioned, "Oh my, they're awfully enthusiastic." The meticulous
cataloging of various photos and video clips showed that someone, probably several
someones, had spent a lot of time on this. She clicked on one titled "police cruiser
vs the ass of the goddess". It was just a clip from her interview with Officer Shawn
from a year ago, but the comments section made it clear that the guys on the forum
were mostly paying attention to the way they could see her boobs from behind or
the way her butt looked in a miniskirt.
