35 feet and worth the climb
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Verosika Mayday woke up one crisp mountain morning and immediately knew something was different.
She stretched — slowly, luxuriously — and for the first time in weeks, the reinforced ceiling didn’t groan in protest. Her colossal body no longer tried to punch through the roof. She sat up. The custom bed, now reinforced with steel girders, held firm beneath her thirty-five-foot frame.
She was still an eleven-foot-tall cartoonishly muscular goddess when she went to sleep last night… but this morning she remained exactly the same.
No new inch. No fresh swell of muscle. No additional cup size that could double as a satellite dish.
Verosika blinked once. Then twice.
Then she threw her head back and laughed — loud, smug, triumphant.
“Well well well,” she purred, voice echoing through the warehouse like velvet thunder, “it seems the universe has finally decided to show some respect and stop trying to keep up with me. How generous.”
She flexed one bicep experimentally. The peak rose like a small mountain, veins thick as garden hoses, skin stretched drum-tight over impossible definition. Still perfect. Still hers.
“Excellent. I was getting bored of outgrowing my own real estate every single night.”
Loona, who had been sleeping curled between Verosika’s massive breasts like a very content cat, stirred and looked up with pure adoration.
“Mistress… you stopped?”
Verosika scooped the Hellhound up with one hand and brought her close to her face, smirking.
“Stopped? Darling, I didn’t stop. I simply decided that thirty-five feet of absolute perfection was more than enough charity for the rest of you tiny mortals.” She booped Loona’s nose with a fingertip the size of a dinner plate. “Now be a good puppy and tell the others that their goddess has graciously agreed to remain this size. For now.”
Loona whimpered happily and scampered off on all fours to spread the news.
Within an hour the entire compound was buzzing. The growth had finally plateaued at a staggering thirty-five feet. Verosika was no longer waking up bigger every morning, but she was still the single most overwhelming presence any of them had ever seen.
She wasted no time embracing her new stationary divinity.
She demanded — and received — an entire new wardrobe of custom outfits that somehow made thirty-five feet of hypertrophied, hyper-feminine muscle look both regal and obscene. She spent hours posing in front of specially installed full-wall mirrors, flexing, turning, admiring how her breasts defied physics and how her ass could probably eclipse the sun.
Her personality, already unbearable, had reached new heights of smug tyranny.
Every sentence came with the expectation that everyone would laugh at her jokes, applaud her wit, and thank her for the privilege of existing in her shadow.
During one meeting she casually crushed a solid steel chair into a ball with one hand while declaring, “These meetings would be so much more efficient if you all just agreed with me immediately. It saves time and prevents me from having to pretend I care about your opinions.”
When Charlie nervously suggested they might need to adjust the tour budget, Verosika leaned down until her face filled half the room and smiled sweetly.
“Charlie, darling, the only budget we’re adjusting is how much oxygen I allow you to breathe. Now laugh at how funny I am or I’ll use you as a stress ball.”
Charlie forced a laugh so hard she nearly cried.
But the most important change was this: Verosika had decided the tour would go ahead — bigger, louder, and centered entirely around her new body.
“The ‘Too Big to Fail’ World Tour,” she announced one afternoon while lounging on a reinforced chaise the size of a small house, Loona happily curled in her cleavage like a living necklace. “We open with me deadlifting the entire stage. Then I bench-press the lighting rig. Then I sit on the VIP section — gently, of course. They’ll pay extra for the privilege.”
Cherri was the only one fully on board, enthusiastically yelling in her thick Australian accent, “Fuck yeah! Giant screens! Giant props! Giant Verosika smashing everything! This is gonna be mental!”
Charlie looked like she was one bad joke away from a nervous breakdown.
Lute simply took notes with military precision, while Sallie May muttered, “Lord have mercy, this woman’s ego is bigger than her ass… and that’s saying something.”
Verosika heard and laughed delightedly. “Sallie May, darling, my ass is a national treasure. You should be so lucky to live in its shadow.”
She expected laughter. She received it — immediate, slightly hysterical, and very convincing.
Deep down, Verosika was thrilled the growth had stopped. Thirty-five feet felt… right. Big enough to make every human look like an action figure, but still small enough that she could move through specially modified spaces without destroying everything she touched.
She was ready to show the world her new form.
What happens next?
Option 1: Now that she has stopped growing, the preparations for the tour pick up speed. Her PR team begins to drop hints about her transformation.
Option 2: Paparazzi try to find out what happened to Verosika.
She stretched — slowly, luxuriously — and for the first time in weeks, the reinforced ceiling didn’t groan in protest. Her colossal body no longer tried to punch through the roof. She sat up. The custom bed, now reinforced with steel girders, held firm beneath her thirty-five-foot frame.
She was still an eleven-foot-tall cartoonishly muscular goddess when she went to sleep last night… but this morning she remained exactly the same.
No new inch. No fresh swell of muscle. No additional cup size that could double as a satellite dish.
Verosika blinked once. Then twice.
Then she threw her head back and laughed — loud, smug, triumphant.
“Well well well,” she purred, voice echoing through the warehouse like velvet thunder, “it seems the universe has finally decided to show some respect and stop trying to keep up with me. How generous.”
She flexed one bicep experimentally. The peak rose like a small mountain, veins thick as garden hoses, skin stretched drum-tight over impossible definition. Still perfect. Still hers.
“Excellent. I was getting bored of outgrowing my own real estate every single night.”
Loona, who had been sleeping curled between Verosika’s massive breasts like a very content cat, stirred and looked up with pure adoration.
“Mistress… you stopped?”
Verosika scooped the Hellhound up with one hand and brought her close to her face, smirking.
“Stopped? Darling, I didn’t stop. I simply decided that thirty-five feet of absolute perfection was more than enough charity for the rest of you tiny mortals.” She booped Loona’s nose with a fingertip the size of a dinner plate. “Now be a good puppy and tell the others that their goddess has graciously agreed to remain this size. For now.”
Loona whimpered happily and scampered off on all fours to spread the news.
Within an hour the entire compound was buzzing. The growth had finally plateaued at a staggering thirty-five feet. Verosika was no longer waking up bigger every morning, but she was still the single most overwhelming presence any of them had ever seen.
She wasted no time embracing her new stationary divinity.
She demanded — and received — an entire new wardrobe of custom outfits that somehow made thirty-five feet of hypertrophied, hyper-feminine muscle look both regal and obscene. She spent hours posing in front of specially installed full-wall mirrors, flexing, turning, admiring how her breasts defied physics and how her ass could probably eclipse the sun.
Her personality, already unbearable, had reached new heights of smug tyranny.
Every sentence came with the expectation that everyone would laugh at her jokes, applaud her wit, and thank her for the privilege of existing in her shadow.
During one meeting she casually crushed a solid steel chair into a ball with one hand while declaring, “These meetings would be so much more efficient if you all just agreed with me immediately. It saves time and prevents me from having to pretend I care about your opinions.”
When Charlie nervously suggested they might need to adjust the tour budget, Verosika leaned down until her face filled half the room and smiled sweetly.
“Charlie, darling, the only budget we’re adjusting is how much oxygen I allow you to breathe. Now laugh at how funny I am or I’ll use you as a stress ball.”
Charlie forced a laugh so hard she nearly cried.
But the most important change was this: Verosika had decided the tour would go ahead — bigger, louder, and centered entirely around her new body.
“The ‘Too Big to Fail’ World Tour,” she announced one afternoon while lounging on a reinforced chaise the size of a small house, Loona happily curled in her cleavage like a living necklace. “We open with me deadlifting the entire stage. Then I bench-press the lighting rig. Then I sit on the VIP section — gently, of course. They’ll pay extra for the privilege.”
Cherri was the only one fully on board, enthusiastically yelling in her thick Australian accent, “Fuck yeah! Giant screens! Giant props! Giant Verosika smashing everything! This is gonna be mental!”
Charlie looked like she was one bad joke away from a nervous breakdown.
Lute simply took notes with military precision, while Sallie May muttered, “Lord have mercy, this woman’s ego is bigger than her ass… and that’s saying something.”
Verosika heard and laughed delightedly. “Sallie May, darling, my ass is a national treasure. You should be so lucky to live in its shadow.”
She expected laughter. She received it — immediate, slightly hysterical, and very convincing.
Deep down, Verosika was thrilled the growth had stopped. Thirty-five feet felt… right. Big enough to make every human look like an action figure, but still small enough that she could move through specially modified spaces without destroying everything she touched.
She was ready to show the world her new form.
What happens next?
Option 1: Now that she has stopped growing, the preparations for the tour pick up speed. Her PR team begins to drop hints about her transformation.
Option 2: Paparazzi try to find out what happened to Verosika.
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