Teasing the Tiny Masses
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Verosika Mayday, the thirty-five-foot-tall monument of smug, muscular divinity, was bored.
She lounged on her reinforced pink velvet throne — now the size of a small stage — one colossal leg draped lazily over the armrest while Loona curled contentedly between her planet-sized breasts like a very spoiled cat. A silk sheet the size of a circus tent barely covered her most strategic areas. She swirled a barrel of red wine in one hand like it was a wine glass and sighed theatrically.
“Ugh. Being this perfect is exhausting. The world simply isn’t ready for me yet, but the peasants keep begging for a glimpse. How generous of me to tease them.”
She snapped her fingers — the sound cracking like a whip through the warehouse.
“PR team! Enter stage left and make yourselves useful before I use one of you as a toothpick.”
Charlie, Lute, and Cherri hurried in, looking like they’d aged five years in the last week. Charlie clutched her tablet like a shield. Lute stood at perfect military attention. Cherri bounced on her heels, already grinning like a madwoman.
Verosika leaned forward, her enormous breasts casting shadows over the trio.
“I’ve decided it’s time to start dropping hints about my… magnificent upgrade. We can’t reveal the full glory yet — the tiny brains of the public might explode — but we can tease them. Make them desperate. Make them ache for their goddess.”
She flexed one bicep casually. The peak rose like a small mountain, veins pulsing dramatically. “Something witty. Something clever. Something that says ‘I’m bigger and better than you could ever dream’ without actually saying it. Impress me, darlings. Or don’t. I’ll just laugh at your failure anyway.”
Charlie swallowed hard. “We could post old clips with cryptic captions like ‘Some glow-ups are… bigger than others’?”
Verosika tilted her head, pretending to consider it, then burst into laughter so loud the chandelier swayed.
“Oh Charlie, that’s adorable. You’re like a puppy trying to do algebra. Too basic. Too safe. I want them frothing.”
Cherri’s eyes lit up. “How about we leak some ‘candid’ shots from the compound? Blurry ones where you’re just… looming in the background. Caption: ‘Verosika’s been hitting the gym… and the gym lost.’”
Verosika pointed at her with a finger the size of a surfboard. “There it is! Cherri gets it. The rest of you are background noise. Make it happen. Drop hints across social media. Mysterious silhouettes. Teaser clips where my shadow looks suspiciously… large. Let them speculate. Let them lose sleep wondering how their favorite pop star suddenly became a walking national landmark.”
She took a long swig from her barrel, pinky extended like the proper snob she was, then continued with unbearable smugness.
“And when they finally see me? They’ll drop to their knees and thank me for the privilege of looking up at perfection. I expect full viral meltdown. Hashtags. Memes. Tears. The works. If I don’t trend worldwide within twenty-four hours of the first real hint, I will be very disappointed. And when I’m disappointed, things tend to get… squished.”
Lute nodded crisply. “Understood, Ma’am. We’ll coordinate with the PR ghosts. Subtle but unmistakable.”
“Subtle?” Verosika laughed again, the sound rich and cruel. “Darling, nothing about me is subtle anymore. I’m thirty-five feet of pure, unfiltered fabulous. Subtle is for peasants who can’t afford to be noticed.”
She waved them off with a lazy flick of her wrist.
“Go. Tease the tiny masses. Make them hungry for their goddess. And someone bring me more milk — this barrel is almost empty and I’m feeling peckish.”
As the three women scurried away, Verosika leaned back, stroking Loona’s hair with a talon longer than a sword.
“See that, Loony-Toony? Soon the whole world will be whispering about me. They’ll make theories. They’ll lose sleep. They’ll touch themselves while staring at blurry shadows of my magnificence.” She giggled wickedly. “And then, when I finally step into the spotlight… they’ll realize their goddess was holding back the whole time.”
Loona whimpered in pure worship, nuzzling deeper.
Verosika sighed in smug satisfaction, already imagining the chaos her PR team was about to unleash.
The “Too Big to Fail” tour was no longer just a concert.
It was going to be a religious experience.
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What happens next?
Option 1: The PR campaign begins dropping increasingly obvious hints. Social media explodes with wild theories about Verosika’s transformation, and her team struggles to keep the secret while fueling the hype.
Option 2: Verosika grows impatient with the slow pace and decides to make a surprise “appearance” that risks exposing her full size to the outside world.
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