Outgrown in Every Way (Patreon)

I walk along the shoreline, the waves brushing against my feet as you trail behind me, struggling to keep up. The sun beats down on us, but I barely notice it—I’m too lost in my thoughts, in the weight of what I need to say. You’ve been quiet this whole time, and I know why. You feel it, don’t you? The difference between us. The space that’s grown—not just physical, but something far deeper.

I stop and turn to face you, watching as you finally catch up, your head tilting back to meet my gaze. Even standing still, I tower over you. Twice your size now, my shadow falls over your smaller frame, and for a moment, I wonder if you see what I see.

“Do you even realize how far apart we’ve grown?” I ask, my voice soft but firm, laced with the confidence I’ve built over the past months. “Look at us. Look at me. I’m not the same person I was when we met. I’ve grown in every way—taller, stronger, more powerful—and you… you’re still the same.”

I gesture to myself, letting the sunlight accentuate every curve, every line of muscle I’ve built. My legs, thick and sculpted, move with a strength that shakes the ground beneath us. My arms, massive and veined, flex slightly as I rest my hands on my hips. I see your eyes flicker over me, and I know what you’re thinking. How could you ever keep up with someone like me now?

“You used to make me feel small, safe, protected,” I say, stepping closer, my size swallowing the space between us. “But now? Now I’m the one who protects. I’m the one who carries everything. And it’s not just the physical—it's everything. I’ve outgrown this, outgrown you.”

You try to speak, but the words catch in your throat. I smirk, leaning down slightly so that my face is closer to yours. “Don’t get me wrong,” I continue, my voice dropping lower. “I care about you. I always will. But be honest with yourself—how could you ever expect to satisfy someone like me now?”

I step back, straightening to my full height, my presence towering over you once more. “I’m twice your size, stronger than you could ever imagine. When you look at me, do you really think you can give me what I need? What I deserve?”

The silence between us is heavy, broken only by the sound of the waves. You don’t answer, and I don’t need you to. The truth is written all over your face.

“It’s time to move on,” I say finally, the words firm but not unkind. “I need more than what you can give. I need someone who can match me, who can admire me, worship me, without feeling so… small.”

I turn back toward the water, letting the breeze sweep through my hair as I start walking again. But I stop and glance over my shoulder, a smirk playing on my lips. “Though, to be honest, no one man will ever be enough for me. Not anymore. I’ve grown too big, too powerful for just one. I need many—many hands to worship me, many voices to sing my praises, and many to even try to please me.”

I turn back to the ocean, the waves lapping at my feet, my voice carrying softly but firmly over the sound. “It’s not your fault. I’ve simply become more than any one person could ever handle.” And with that, I continue walking, leaving you to stare after me, knowing the goddess I’ve become is far beyond your reach.