In short time the crowd's organized in an orderly line that stretches party down the length of the beach. A quiet murmur spreads throughout the Goddess's new subjects; they are unable to divert their attention from her slightly bulging stomach. She's rubbing her bloated tank with glee, further reinforcing the gravity of the situation for the "mortals". Just as she desires, of course. A scared group is an obedient one.
With order established, she moves onto the next issue. Being the Goddess that she is, she's insulted to find that not a single altar in her name. Without one, her subjects can not offer sacrifices, prayers, and the like. To not have any is the biggest slight one could make against a being such as herself. In truth, she can easily spawn one herself using her powers, but that would defeat the point. It's a symbol of honor, and she's going to make them honor her, one way or another.
In fact, she thinks up a rather fitting solution. Looking towards the line, she finds the other 4 members of the group she arrived at the beach with standing at the front. They were the campus sluts; a bunch of small intelligence, large bra size kind of girls. Indeed, the smallest of them ranges at a large C, while the biggest is a hefty E. Casting aside her past attachments, she realizes these girls are perfect for her plan. Lifting her hand from her tummy, she motions at the group of 4 and orders them to approach. Fear grips their faces as the group slowly inches towards the giant woman. Worried for her life, the E-cup pleads with her.
"E-eris, we're your friends, remember? Please, don't eat us! We don't want to end up like her!"
Eris (a fitting name, Dave thinks to himself) laughs out a response. "Ha ha, don't worry girls, I won't subject you to that fate; 4 girls is much too big a meal. No, its come to my attention that you all have not even built a temple in my name, much less an altar. Because of that, you're gonna help me build it!"
The crowd becomes confused at the notion of them building, but their curiosity is soon answered. Using her power, she strips the bathing suits off the girls and forces the two with the smallest busts to get on all fours. The groups bodies become frozen in place, stopping them from hiding their embarrassing nudity. The real transformations then begins. The girls' skin loses its tanned complexion, become a pure white. The texture changes as well, becoming that of marble. It covers their entire forms, rendering them essentially statues.
From there, the changes separate by group. The two girls kneeling receive the worst of it; their bodies start to lose their human shape, elongating forward over a great distance. Their sides change as well, expanding outwards until the two girls' sides meet with an audible crash. This proves to be temporary as the expanding forms soon combine into one large one, almost purely rectangular in shape by this point. Soon the only defining feature left of these girls, their limbs, sink back into their bodies, leaving them as a rectangular block of marble. Not to say that it is finished, however. A small staircases emerges from the side facing the crowd, allowing them an entrance to the platform for later. Large Greek columns sprout across the stage, giving it visual flair. Small carvings also etch themselves into the sides, painting pictures of buxom women transforming into various things. With that, it finishes, looking quite a bit like the Altar of Pergamon.
And what of the other two? Their statues float onto the stage once it is finished being built. From there, they grow in size, becoming around 8 feet tall. New poses are also created; the first being of a young girl marveling at her chest, presumably from some sort of growth as the statue now includes ripped clothing into its design. A collection plate materializes near the bottom, presumably for those seeking body enhancements. The same happens to the other girl, although her change involves a set of udders bursting from her belly, reflecting the more animal like of possible transformations. Stuck as the altar and statues, these four girls can only hope to enjoy their new roles as objects to be used as their masters will.
With the altar complete, Eris lets off another giggle and climbs into onto it. There's a spot towards the back for her to recline, and she takes it as if it were a throne. Seated and comfortable, she beckons the next group forward and begins to decide the next step.