You can call me GODDESS (Patreon)

I stand taller than the tallest buildings now, my head reaching high above the skyline, casting shadows that stretch for blocks. People look up, mouths open, faces filled with awe and fear. I’ve outgrown their world, quite literally towering above them, and it’s time they understand what that means.

“Look at me!” I demand, my voice echoing through the streets, rattling windows and sending waves of shivers down spines. They can barely comprehend my size, the power that radiates from every inch of my massive form. I’m beyond human now—a goddess, unmatched in strength, beauty, and absolute dominance.

I see the people below, looking so tiny, so insignificant. They scurry like ants, unsure whether to run or bow. But they know what I expect. I want their awe, their reverence. I want them to drop to their knees, to understand that I am no longer just a woman; I am something far greater. I demand worship, loyalty, complete and utter submission.

“Bow down,” I say, my words carrying a weight that leaves no room for question. “I am your goddess now, and you will worship me.” The crowd below trembles, some already dropping to their knees, others watching in stunned silence. They’re beginning to understand that I am their world now. Their protector, their ruler, their god.

From now on, they will look up to me in every sense.