Team meeting
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Verosika lounged on the cracked concrete floor of the lab like it was a throne, one colossal leg crossed lazily over the other, Loona still curled in her lap like a very large, very horny housecat. Odette’s frantic explanation about “unexplained cellular hyper-expansion” and “no detectable trigger” hung in the air like a bad smell.
Verosika examined her nails—each one the size of a dinner knife now—and sighed theatrically.
“Oh my god, Odette, darling, are you still talking? I zoned out at ‘cellular whatever.’ Listen, I have zero intention of wasting my divine morning being poked and prodded like some budget sci-fi experiment. I have far more important things to do—like existing beautifully while the rest of you scramble to keep up.”
She stood, the motion alone making the overhead lights sway. The entire lab seemed to shrink around her eleven-foot frame.
“Someone fetch the tailors. Immediately. I refuse to wander around naked like some common exhibitionist. I want outfits that scream ‘I’m a goddess and you’re all ants.’ After measurements, we’re having a team meeting in my quarters. Chop chop, peasants. Mommy has a schedule.”
She bent at the waist—ass thrusting back in smug, sensual glory—ducked under the double doors with exaggerated care, and sauntered back toward her warehouse with that same hypnotic hip sway, glutes flexing like they were putting on a private show. Every step shook the ground just enough to make nearby crew members drop tools and stare.
By the time she reached her quarters, rumors had already detonated across the compound like fireworks.
“Did you see her?!”
“She’s eleven feet tall!”
“She crushed a truck with her tits earlier!”
“I heard she bench-pressed a tractor!”
Some workers looked terrified. Most looked thrilled—eyes wide, whispers turning into excited chatter. The Muscle Bitch rebrand was already writing itself.
Charlie, bless her optimistic little heart, had gathered every crew member in the central courtyard and was doing her best to contain the chaos.
“Listen up! Nobody—nobody—breathes a word of this outside the compound. Verosika’s… going through a personal growth spurt. It’s top-secret. Anyone leaks it, I will personally make sure Verosika knows who talked. And trust me, none of you want that.”
While Charlie played damage control, Verosika had already planted herself cross-legged on the reinforced floor of her quarters. Two terrified seamstresses—wide-eyed girls from the wardrobe team—were measuring her under Loona’s death-glare. Every time they hesitated, Loona bared her teeth and growled.
“Thirty-eight-inch bicep… fifty-four-inch thigh… bust measurement is… um… we don’t have a tape long enough…”
Verosika yawned. “Just write ‘bigger than your entire bloodline’ and move on.”
The girls scribbled frantically, faces pale, then bolted the second Loona dismissed them with a grunt.
Alone again, Verosika scooped Loona up like a stuffed animal and cradled her against one massive breast.
“Awww, who’s my good widdle attack puppy? Hmm? Who’s gonna bite anyone who looks at Mommy the wrong way? Yes you are! Yes you aaaare~” She scratched behind Loona’s ear with a talon the size of a steak knife. Loona melted instantly, whimpering happily and licking Verosika’s collarbone.
“Be nicer to the help next time, Loony-Toony. They’re already terrified. It’s almost cute.”
The doors opened. Charlie, Cherri, and Sallie May entered, all three looking like they’d seen a ghost wearing designer heels.
Verosika didn’t stand. She simply sat there—eleven feet of naked, cartoonishly muscular perfection—petting Loona like a lapdog and smiling down at them with unbearable smugness.
“Well, well, if it isn’t my loyal little ants. Sit. Or kneel. Whichever makes you feel more appropriately inferior.”
They sat. Quickly.
Verosika waved a hand dismissively. “I’m not interested in your little concerns about ‘logistics’ or ‘public perception.’ The tour is happening. Faster. Bigger. My new body is the entire brand now. New songs: ‘Too Big to Care,’ ‘Goddess Sized,’ ‘Crush You With These Thighs.’ Merch: giant posters, body pillows, maybe a line of ‘Verosika-Sized’ clothing so the peasants can pretend they’re me.”
Cherri’s eyes lit up like fireworks. “Fuck yeah, mate! Giant stage, hydraulic lifts, you smashing set pieces with one hand! We’ll call it the ‘Too Big to Fail’ tour! The crowd’s gonna lose their bloody minds!”
Charlie looked like she was having an aneurysm. “Verosika, we can’t just—”
“Shhh.” Verosika held up one finger the size of a rolling pin. “Cherri gets it. The rest of you are boring. Also, expand the compound. Higher ceilings. Bigger everything. I refuse to duck like some budget giraffe. And this—” she gestured at her colossal body “—stays secret. Anyone leaks it, I will personally sit on them until they pop. Understood?”
The girls nodded frantically. Even Charlie gave up arguing when Verosika flexed one bicep and asked, “Any questions?” in a tone that promised violence wrapped in glitter.
Verosika leaned back, still cradling Loona like a puppy, and sighed in smug satisfaction.
“Excellent. Now leave me. I have important goddess things to do. Like napping.”
What happens next?
1. Verosika goes to sleep and in the morning they discover that she has grown to 15 feet.
2. Verosika appears before her entire team at the compound and explains her plans to them.
Verosika examined her nails—each one the size of a dinner knife now—and sighed theatrically.
“Oh my god, Odette, darling, are you still talking? I zoned out at ‘cellular whatever.’ Listen, I have zero intention of wasting my divine morning being poked and prodded like some budget sci-fi experiment. I have far more important things to do—like existing beautifully while the rest of you scramble to keep up.”
She stood, the motion alone making the overhead lights sway. The entire lab seemed to shrink around her eleven-foot frame.
“Someone fetch the tailors. Immediately. I refuse to wander around naked like some common exhibitionist. I want outfits that scream ‘I’m a goddess and you’re all ants.’ After measurements, we’re having a team meeting in my quarters. Chop chop, peasants. Mommy has a schedule.”
She bent at the waist—ass thrusting back in smug, sensual glory—ducked under the double doors with exaggerated care, and sauntered back toward her warehouse with that same hypnotic hip sway, glutes flexing like they were putting on a private show. Every step shook the ground just enough to make nearby crew members drop tools and stare.
By the time she reached her quarters, rumors had already detonated across the compound like fireworks.
“Did you see her?!”
“She’s eleven feet tall!”
“She crushed a truck with her tits earlier!”
“I heard she bench-pressed a tractor!”
Some workers looked terrified. Most looked thrilled—eyes wide, whispers turning into excited chatter. The Muscle Bitch rebrand was already writing itself.
Charlie, bless her optimistic little heart, had gathered every crew member in the central courtyard and was doing her best to contain the chaos.
“Listen up! Nobody—nobody—breathes a word of this outside the compound. Verosika’s… going through a personal growth spurt. It’s top-secret. Anyone leaks it, I will personally make sure Verosika knows who talked. And trust me, none of you want that.”
While Charlie played damage control, Verosika had already planted herself cross-legged on the reinforced floor of her quarters. Two terrified seamstresses—wide-eyed girls from the wardrobe team—were measuring her under Loona’s death-glare. Every time they hesitated, Loona bared her teeth and growled.
“Thirty-eight-inch bicep… fifty-four-inch thigh… bust measurement is… um… we don’t have a tape long enough…”
Verosika yawned. “Just write ‘bigger than your entire bloodline’ and move on.”
The girls scribbled frantically, faces pale, then bolted the second Loona dismissed them with a grunt.
Alone again, Verosika scooped Loona up like a stuffed animal and cradled her against one massive breast.
“Awww, who’s my good widdle attack puppy? Hmm? Who’s gonna bite anyone who looks at Mommy the wrong way? Yes you are! Yes you aaaare~” She scratched behind Loona’s ear with a talon the size of a steak knife. Loona melted instantly, whimpering happily and licking Verosika’s collarbone.
“Be nicer to the help next time, Loony-Toony. They’re already terrified. It’s almost cute.”
The doors opened. Charlie, Cherri, and Sallie May entered, all three looking like they’d seen a ghost wearing designer heels.
Verosika didn’t stand. She simply sat there—eleven feet of naked, cartoonishly muscular perfection—petting Loona like a lapdog and smiling down at them with unbearable smugness.
“Well, well, if it isn’t my loyal little ants. Sit. Or kneel. Whichever makes you feel more appropriately inferior.”
They sat. Quickly.
Verosika waved a hand dismissively. “I’m not interested in your little concerns about ‘logistics’ or ‘public perception.’ The tour is happening. Faster. Bigger. My new body is the entire brand now. New songs: ‘Too Big to Care,’ ‘Goddess Sized,’ ‘Crush You With These Thighs.’ Merch: giant posters, body pillows, maybe a line of ‘Verosika-Sized’ clothing so the peasants can pretend they’re me.”
Cherri’s eyes lit up like fireworks. “Fuck yeah, mate! Giant stage, hydraulic lifts, you smashing set pieces with one hand! We’ll call it the ‘Too Big to Fail’ tour! The crowd’s gonna lose their bloody minds!”
Charlie looked like she was having an aneurysm. “Verosika, we can’t just—”
“Shhh.” Verosika held up one finger the size of a rolling pin. “Cherri gets it. The rest of you are boring. Also, expand the compound. Higher ceilings. Bigger everything. I refuse to duck like some budget giraffe. And this—” she gestured at her colossal body “—stays secret. Anyone leaks it, I will personally sit on them until they pop. Understood?”
The girls nodded frantically. Even Charlie gave up arguing when Verosika flexed one bicep and asked, “Any questions?” in a tone that promised violence wrapped in glitter.
Verosika leaned back, still cradling Loona like a puppy, and sighed in smug satisfaction.
“Excellent. Now leave me. I have important goddess things to do. Like napping.”
What happens next?
1. Verosika goes to sleep and in the morning they discover that she has grown to 15 feet.
2. Verosika appears before her entire team at the compound and explains her plans to them.
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