
The room broke into applause as Rachel walked in to the five thousand dollar
a plate campaign fund raising event. "Thanks everyone! Wow, it's amazing to
see so many supporters here! Sorry I'm running a little late, I just flew
in from the Boise rally." She walked over and sat down at the massive chair
that had been designed to hold her bulk. "Let's eat, huh?"

The guests had been waiting for over an hour, so they were eager to dig
in as the servers brought out the food. Three different carts were wheeled
up for Rachel, who was as hungry as ever. Rachel dug in, eager to give her
body as much food as she could for its continual expansion. She could tell
that the donors were a little intimidated by her, so she decided to break
the silence, "Does anyone have any thoughts on policy or strategy? Now's
your chance to speak up."

Glen Plumb, a mattress mogul and former Republican donor spoke up, "I'm not
sure how much strategy you need at this point. The last poll I saw had you
at 81%. Chambers isn't even in the double digits anymore and Licht is only
at 12%." He referred to the Democratic incumbent president and the Republican
challenger respectively.

Rachel smiled, "Well, it's not over 'till it's over. I don't want to take
our eye off the ball, which is why I appreciate all of your support so much."
Everyone nodded, agreeing with her prudence.

"You mind giving us a sneak peek at what you're going to say about infrastructure
tomorrow?" Diane Rockefeller, a former Democratic donor, spoke up.

"Yes, I think it wouldn't hurt. Maybe you all could give me your thoughts on the
plan." Rachel smiled before launching into a wonkish discussion of her plan.
She went into a bit more detail than she planned to on the air, but not by much.
Most candidates couldn't have gotten away with the level of wonkishness that
Rachel displayed, but when the thirteen foot blond broke down her policies in
detail, the American public lapped it up.

A lot of people had been expecting Rachel to give up her show when she declared
a run for president, but she'd only cut the hours a bit. The content had shifted
from a news focus to a platform for Rachel to explain her intended policy positions,
and her feelings about the direction of the country. Every few days she would do a
major deep dive into one of her policy planks, sometimes revisiting the same issue.
A public normally uninterested in the details tuned in in huge numbers to hear
her break down her plan for issues from healthcare to housing. She'd even managed
to explain fiscal policy and maintain higher ratings than the next three most popular
shows in her time-slot. For the most part she tried to focus on basic good governance
issues that effected everyone, avoiding engaging with the major culture war issues
from before HERS arose. The major exception to her avoidance of culture warring
was HERS itself. She painted Marlin Chambers, the incumbent who had pushed through
generous social welfare policies for HERS women without asking anything in
return, as an appeaser. Bob Licht wanted to impose draconian measures on HERS
women, which Rachel thought would just escalate the simmering violence. Instead,
Rachel advocated a "tough but fair" approach to the issue, offering HERS women
support in exchange for demanding that they hold themselves to a higher standard
due to their potential to hurt ordinary people.

Rachel continued to discuss policy with the wealthy donors throughout the meal.
It was hard to believe that she was running for president and seemed to be on
track for a crushing victory. A year ago she'd been content to be a very well
compensated anchor and host, but the massive attack by 'Her Time' had been
a turning point for her. She had realized that no one in power really had
a handle on the situation, and that things were just going to get worse and
worse if someone didn't step in and do something. There was only so much she
could accomplish from her stool. To get the brewing conflict under control
she needed formal political power.

She hadn't expected running for president to be so easy. She'd known that she
went into it with massive name recognition and very high favorable ratings,
but she'd expected her support to slump as the mud began to fly. That hadn't
happened. Though there hadn't been any other research on it, Rachel was increasingly
convinced that that pre-print she had read about HERS-beta making people submissive
towards HERS women was onto something. No one else had picked up the trend because
the effect was pretty much unnoticeable when a HERS women had only ten or even
fifteen gallons of tit like most HERS women. Rachel made other HERS women look
prepubescent in the bust department though, and 130 gallons of breast flesh
made people noticeably overawed by Rachel's mere presence. It wasn't like people
would instantly obey her orders like mindless drones or anything, but Rachel
knew it was unnatural for a sizable minority of Americans to form study groups so
that they could keep up with the complexity of her series of foreign policy
lectures. She'd set herself up as a teacher, and they had responded by falling
smoothly and submissively into the role of her students. Rachel had even
experimented with adjusting the amount of cleavage she displayed and seeing how
that impacted how engaged her audience was. The sample size was tiny of course,
but it did seem that skimpier tops made people want to be more attentive. She
had thought about running the same test with heels, but she was guessing the
effect size would be too small to spot and too drown out by confounders.

"I have to say, I'm surprised to see you two getting on so well Miriam
and Elizabeth." Rachel noticed that the two women who had until recently
been implacable foes who had toed off over education policy in half the
states seemed to be excitedly discussing something.

"Oh, yeah, we were just talking about the show you did on education a few
weeks back. I think we're realizing that we have a lot more common ground
than we used to think. We both just want to make sure kids and teachers
get the very best we can offer." Miriam said.

"Yeah, I don't know why we were at loggerheads for so long." Elizabeth
said. She might have left off the 'and teachers' bit, but she did have a
lot in common with Miriam it turned out.

"Well, that's great. We've had far too much fighting in this country. It's
time we start governing again." Rachel's pronouncement was met with cheers.

She grinned. *That's definitely weird,* she glanced at Miriam and Elizabeth
once again. Rachel's grandfather had been fond of saying that a good compromise
leaves everyone angry, but somehow when she proposed a compromise it seemed like
prior belligerents were almost happy with it. She glanced down at the half
ton of tit that she was sure had something to do with the amicable detente
between the education activists.

Rachel's supporters made pledges of millions of dollars in donations as the
dinner wound down. Before it was quite over, Rachel rose to her feet, towering
over the crowd as her aggressive heels brought her to 14 feet tall. She would
have liked to linger, but she had to get on her jet to be back in time for
the show she was doing later. Secret service agents met her at the door as
she swept out. If the fact that their charge could shrug off small arms fire
made them feel any more confident about their duties, they didn't show any
sign of it. Maybe Rachel being a HERS woman made them feel less confident.
There was certainly no way they would be tackling her or carrying her away
from danger.

Her plane, like many of the things she owned was built custom for her, or at
least the interior was. The custom HERS interior actually didn't make the
private jet that much more expensive than it otherwise would have been, but
that didn't exactly make it cheap. If Rachel's numbers stayed where they were,
air force one would be getting refit for a two ton president before long, but
for now Rachel got to keep using her own plane.

Once on board, Rachel pulled up the briefings her staff had prepared, reading
rapidly enough that most people would have assumed she was just skimming.
The only thing that slowed her down was leaving comments asking for further
research or clarification. As soon as she finished with the document, they
would run down all the questions she asked and give her a condensed update
with the answers they found. She finished her prep work with a few minutes to
spare, so she popped open a new tab and navigated to goddessrachel.com. She
knew she shouldn't check in on the forum devoted to, well, basically worshiping
her, but it was hard to resist the temptation to see what her most devoted fans
were saying about her. Reading the forum pretty much perfectly stoked the
feelings of arrogance and superiority that HERS created in women who got it.
Rachel tried to fight those feelings, but it was getting harder and harder.
She *was* better. The evidence was all around her.

goddessrachel.com may have started off as a place for people to share sexy
images and videos about Rachel, and it was definitely still that, but it
had taken on a decidedly political tone since she started her run for president.
Mixed in with the images of little people shrunken down and photoshopped into
her cleavage were posts about "no nut till November", a meme with the premise that
voting for Rachel would be enough to cause an orgasm. Screenshots of large
donations to her campaign or super pac vied with threads going into detail about
organizing plans for punishing lawmakers who seemed insufficiently deferential
to the woman that everyone could already tell would be sitting in the Oval
Office soon enough.

Most of the time, the submissiveness that Rachel drew out in people was left
unacknowledged, but that definitely wasn't the case on the forum. There were
regular threads on the proper way to worship the woman they were all obsessed
with, which a large breast faction having to contend with a smaller but impressively
vigorous feet faction. They used photo manipulation to blow Rachel up until she
looked large enough to crush a city under foot, and edited all sorts of famous
people into compromising positions with respect to the massive blond.

*Get back to work Rachel,* she admonished herself, closing the forum. Still, the
quick peek had been enough to get her pussy buzzing. She would have to invite one
of the cute little studs on her staff to crawl under her skirt and satisfy her later.
