Earth Needs Goddesses Part I

On my planet, there are many goddesses that serve as our rulers. Towering above us like mountains, we both feared them and marveled them. Their beauty was beyond imagination. They were perfect pieces of art from the highest strand of hair all the way down to their dominating soles. If it were not for their height and well endowed body parts, one would mistake them as their younger. Many people sought the wrath from the mighty goddesses. Entire villages would disobey only to be stomped out and only be remembered by trails of red in the sand.
As to how they are born? Well, they aren’t. They are created. Unknowing females are chosen to become such celestial beings. Normal, plain women grow from their daily routines into a powerful being, capable of ruling the world. Many believe that this is a random occurrence, as one goddess dies, another one is able to fit the position almost immediately. Others believe that there is another, outwordly being distant and powerful enough to create the goddesses. Well, this being is among them. I am the creator of the goddesses. A distant admirer for my own pieces of art I create when I must and when I do, they are perfect. I am selective with these women, and I find the utmost pleasure seeing them be completely removed from normal, and into the new, their heads completely in the clouds. And it never fails for them to see their new worth, their new power, their new greatness and take on the role of the goddess.
My planet is now at peace. The people and those above them know their roles. Since the placements of the goddesses were made, no such wars, turmoil, or poverty has come about. I seek to spread this peace among other planets using the same methods I have used at my home. I very well know my target: Earth.
Earth provides a challenge even for a being such as myself. It is many times larger than my home planet, equating in greater numbers of people. Will they be as accepting of a goddess? Will they challenge it? How will the goddess themselves react? And most importantly, who should be my goddess? Never the less, I will take on this challenge despite the adversities I may face. I will not create just one, but a council of goddesses due to Earth’s size.
Earth needs goddesses.
Using my means of transportation, I raise no alarm entering the planet. I choose to land in the state of New York, as the number of people there is relatively high. The women here are in high numbers too. The locale I chose may sound rather suspicious, but I like to choose the goddesses at a younger age so that they last a very long time. So I chose a high school, taking on the identity of a teen who coincidentally had a case of anal discomfort. His first class, English.
Upon entering, his teacher, whose age was told by the rings in her face, barked at me to take my seat. I quickly surveyed the classroom, as a sea of blondes and brunettes did not even return a look back. Some were on their cell phones, others weren’t even awake. My seat was next to one of the blondes. Even in a uniformed appearance with the other girls, she stood out. Her fingers were coming through her hair as the teacher went on lecturing. Her blue eyes were too fixed into her cell phone’s light. Whatever information was being fed to her, it certainly had her attention. She would stop on occasion to flip her blonde bangs back behind other strands. Her chest was maybe lacking a bit, hiding behind her yellow senior shirt, but that’s not something that can be changed with a few brushstrokes. Her legs were pretty lengthy for a girl that seemed to stand at 5’2. And at the end of her legs were two black slip on flats, covering her size 7 feet. The uniform was a nice fit, I’m sure the only reason she was wearing uniform pants was a ban on the skirts the school may have had before. Silly promiscuous girls. She didn’t notice me admiring her entire figure all the way down to her flats. She was definitely going to be my target. I looked over at the cover of her notebook, “Maria Landsbury Class 320” was written in cursive. A cute heart floated above the i.
“Hey Maria,” I casually whispered over. Her hypnotic trance into her phone was broken and she looked back at me with agitated, oceanic eyes.
“Yeah?” Mmm. A commanding voice as well.
“Are you prepared for your new role in this world? A role in which a heavy power will be placed upon you?” Her look back at me was one of disgust. The amount of precious time that she was away from her phone was wasted because of me.
“The fuck are you talking about, weirdo?”And she returned back to her natural teen state.
This is going to be fun.
I first started with her feet, that is my favorite place to begin with anyway. Those two tools of destruction are the most important for the goddesses. But also, it draws less attraction from others at the beginning of the process, but causes her to go into complete panic. A tingling sensation starts in them, and I can tell as she started tapping her feet around and wiggling her toes to combat it. The small gap behind her heel and the back of her shoe decreased second by second. She curled her toes in her flats a bit but when they uncurled, the her feet were fully confined. She grunted a bit out of frustration, and stuck her finger in her shoe to make some relief, but that’s when the realization hit her; they didn’t fit.
“What the hell, did they shrink in the rain or something?” She inquired silently to herself. No one around her stirred. It was time for another spurt. The bones in her tired tired feet started to twitch and he looks down at them, a slight pained look covers her face. Her big toe started to press against the shoe’s front seams. It slowly tightened the show even more as any sort of free room that was left began to disappear. Light grunts of frustration and a sweaty brow showed the difficulty she was going through. Oh Maria, this is only the beginning.
The toes remained curled to try to create more space, but it was no use. With a very quick creek and snap, her long toes were freed from their black colored jail. Rose colored nails wiggled whatever bits ad pieces of shoes were still holding them back. Maria’s face equated in complete shock. Her peds were still pushing through, completely splitting the seams of what were her shoes. With resistance, her feet slowly slid across the floor.
“Oh my…fuckin…goodness..What hell is going on?!” Not goodness, goddess. But it was time to make her feel the immense pleasure that comes with the transformation process. I increase my focus, and embarrass her infront of the whole class.

“OHHHHH! MMMMm!” I give her that, she managed to keep it to herself. I admire a great challenge Ms. Maria, but I can most certainly do better. Her hands clasped the sides of her desk as if her life depended on it. Her still growing feet kept her toes curled. Her breathing was at a marathon runner’s pace and her glistening skin showed the same kind of condition. I doubled the pleasure to something I knew would get her wet.
“Mmmpph MmmmmmmOOOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” She threw her head back in ecstasy as her body quivered back and forth. With lighter moans still meeping from her lips, she slowly opened her eyes to see everyone staring back at her. The eyes nearest to her noticed the one expanding part of her body, staring down at the floor as if they did something wrong. This is the cue to begin the next phase.
With the audience giving their full attention, Maria began to feel things she never felt before. Her spine tingled and cracked as she hunched over the table. The combination pain and pleasure allowed for her moans to be the symphony that could make the deaf tear. As she stood at full height, her shirt began to reveal areas that she did not show off on purpose, and tightened more so than her weekend outfits.
The class watched in awe, the director had her back against the wall. Those who were watching intently around their classmate ran towards their cowardly leader. The screeches of their seats were so quck, you’d think there was an actual emergency going on. Maria, with slight tears in her eyes wobbled a bit, and me being the torturous bastard that I am sent another spurt.
“What the fuck is- huuuuuuuuuuuuurg!” Her spine and her legs did some cracking, as she towered closer to the ceiling. She dropped to her knees percussively, trying to regain her composure, and fight these contradicting feelings. Her skirt had already snapped off, and her very tight undergarments were covered in pleasure. Her shirt still managed to stay, an artists’ mistake. She let out another moan, tossing her head about, but had her hands cover her chest. Her two mammaries started to swell with milk. Her hands nor her shirt could contain the two plumps, as buttons were heard popping one by one by one.
I decided to give her a break, a little time for her to regain herself and face those who feared her. Standing kneeling at a seven foot stature, her eyes darted across the room.
“Why the fuck is no one helping me?! What the hell is going on here?!” Oh Maria, I’m sorry you’re feeling so upset. “Someone get an ambulance! Just please,” she lowered her head a bit, “help me…” No time for sobs Maria… this is the final act. I built the pleasure up slowly this time, and she began to protest. “No…mmmmfuck No! Not again! She sat against the back wall, as the pleasure slowly intensified. She had no idea what to do with her hands, but ultimately, she could not resist her inner urges. She snapped off what was left of her panties, and without hesitation, masturbated infront of the whole class. All the sweat that glistened on her body, from her supple breasts down to her soles complimented her juices that began to cover the floor. Prepare yourself, Maria, this is the craziest part.
As her moans echoed louder and louder, the spurts intensified. Her back quickly started to slide up the wall and like a 3d movie, her legs came closer and closer towards us. Several kids, ran out of the room. Couldn’t blame them, she was filling up quickly. She returned back to her knees, her moans echoing throughout the school now. At this point I couldn’t tell you how tall she was, but I could say that it was time. Her shoulderblades were nearing the ceiling, and I got the hell out of there. By the time I ran out of the school, I was standing in the street with all of the grades surrounding me. The fire alarm bell was going off, but that was not the audio cue I was looking for.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

Ah, right on time. Goddess Maria broke the entire west wing of the school, towering a mighty eighty feet above us. She looked down at her subjects and then at me.
“You know your role now, Goddess.”