The thought briefly passed Vanessa's mind to finally stand and pay... a little visit to Washington DC and the President. She hasn't forgotten her amusement of his attempt to talk with her, nor his attempt to nuke her. Especially the latter, which gave her cultists some very nice presents to retaliate against anyone foolish enough to try it again on her city. Speaking of which, she'd best be careful of it once she gets up, it wouldn't do to step on it right now.
However, the idea of getting up now makes her laugh. She can't count how many times in her mortal life she's been told to set goals and achieve them, and she did set a goal for herself prior to resting on the ocean floor. She wanted to wait until her breasts alone were larger than any mountain before she stood at last. Why cut that goal short? Vanessa knows not how much if any of her cult still exists since her disappearance, nor does it matter. Her reappearance will make it grow again, and being a generous goddess, she'll give the good folks in DC a little extra time to marvel at her and join before she claims the nation's capital. Ruling the most powerful nation in the world is a nice step up from one mere city, after all.
In his home, Erik Jackson has been monitoring Vanessa through the power of the Dictaphone. When he had started his former student on this path, he'd imagined stopping her growth at roughly the size of Godzilla. Then her comment of her tits being big enough to be their own country opened his eyes to much bigger things. Today, her breasts were large enough to be their own country, albeit tiny ones. He could let this go on for another day and call it enough...
Except he'd been listening in on the last meeting with the Cult of the Goddess Vanessa. (or something like that) He knew how much the idea of outgrowing Earth excited her. Somehow, somewhere along the line Erik had either forgotten about or underestimated Barnes' greed. Her viciousness. No matter how big she grew, it'd never be big enough for her. There was no such thing as 'enough' when it came to herself. The realization makes him violently come for... he's lost count how many times since starting this. He records into the Dictaphone, "Concerning Vanessa's growth. She no longer will continue to grow until I deem her big enough; instead she will grow at the current pace until she thinks she's big enough or I record otherwise, whichever comes first."
It's ironic, really. If he weren't in control of this situation, (though that in itself is questionable) he'd be demanding for this madness to stop. But as he is the one in control, he has no desire to stop. There is the tiny matter of what happens to Earth once Vanessa finally outgrows it in at most three months from now. He'll see what she does then. If he's getting tired of this by then, and she attempts to destroy Earth, he'll revert everything back to the day before she started growing, with him retaining the memories of this time. Maybe have it all made into a DVD collection to view anytime after.
But for now, he knows some of the cult will want to touch base with Vanessa, and she'll deafen them with even a whisper at this point, so he renders her voice to be safe for human hearing, not really any louder than before her ocean nap. And the ability to focus her senses on nearly anything, as it seems somehow arousing to know she's looking directly at someone rather than just their general direction.
Indeed, many cultists saw the rise of twin islands in the sea that were the goddess' breasts. The attendance of her church was at an all time high. Some believed she'd rise today to begin the trek to Washington DC and claim it in her name, but others could study her (lack of) movements better. These people understood if she really wanted to depart today she'd have done so already. No, these people knew she will go when she's ready, and she doesn't deem it time yet. For now, they celebrate her return and continued growth while her enemies tremble in fear of their inevitable fate.
The night is filled with loud, gurgled moans as Vanessa continues to pleasure herself underwater. The gurgling eventually stops but her moans only get louder as she grows, her face rising out of the ocean. She's now roughly 50 miles tall. Not bad, but not enough. She tests her voice, and finds it quieter than it should be for her size. Well she is a goddess, after all. It also seems her eyesight has dramatically improved; she can make out the individual seagulls flying around her nipples!
In the morning, a ship cautiously approaches her head. "Who goes there? The goddess dislikes being disturbed in her rest." she growls, surprising the crew with the unpredicted quiet volume of her voice. "Answer, or I will sink your pitiful ship."
"G-goddess! A thousand pardons for our intrusion upon your magnificent presence!" one of the cultists aboard begs through a megaphone, silently praying to her that she can hear them.
They can't see it, but Vanessa smiles. Even now she loves being buttered with complements, and being reminded of her superiority. Now knowing this boat belongs to her cult, she's... less interested in sinking it. "Ah, my tiny cultists. I'm still displeased at your intrusion, but I will forgive you for your curiosity in how your goddess is doing this time. That is why you've come, is it not?"
"T-thank you, goddess. You are most merciful!"
"I know I am. But answer the question."
"We have taken care of your glorious city in your absence as you asked, goddess. Truthfully when we could find no trace of you in over a month, some of us doubted you survived... clearly these fears were foolish and ill-founded. The President declared you dead, which would have worked wonderfully for your plan to surprise him as you claim what is rightfully yours..."
"...Except now I'm too large for him to miss with his satellites so he won't be surprised to see me." Vanessa finished. Maybe she should have left a little earlier and use her perceived death to surprise the man leading on borrowed time. "How long have I been gone?"
"It's been three months since you vanished, goddess. If the predictions were correct, you're 50 miles tall now." The cultist replies. He can see Vanessa's nipples rise as they harden, and it pleases him that she's pleased with the news of her height. "S-shall we order the production of another bikini for you, goddess? You've clearly outgrown your last one."
Vanessa thinks about it. She'd enjoy forcing her cultists to make her a new bikini that would last a day or so, but decides she's beyond clothes now... "No. I realize now that to cover my divine beauty would be an insult to myself. I will give Washington a few days to prepare for my coming, then I will depart to claim my prize." she tells him, then turns her gaze skyward. "You hear me, old man?! I'm still coming for you, and I want the red carpet rolled out for me!" she yells, hoping someone in Washington is watching the satellite feed and can read lips.
While thinking of Vanessa, Erik starts to consider her sister Wendy. She's still waiting for puberty to hit her. He could change that big time. He's unsure if he wants to abandon his fun with Vanessa, though...
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