The citizens of Chicago shivered as they felt the ground shaking beneath them. A familiar feeling of dread started to come over them, as they knew only one being was powerful enough to cause such a disturbance. The goddess. Fleur de Lis…
Almost a year ago, a French woman by the name of Fleur de Lis had ascended to goddesshood. The details around her ascension were obscured in mystery, likely unknown to everyone but the goddess herself. But the whole world had felt the effects of her ascension, as she was quickly able to take over any landmass she desired with ease, and that included the powerhouse that America had once been. The greatest superpower the world had ever seen had been reduced to a zen garden for the mighty French goddess, who saw the nation as a bunch of misguided fools, who needed to be set straight in their ways.
As such, Fleur never traveled without the use of her so-called ‘safety aura.’ Which would prevent her from harming the mortals she inevitably trampled upon. Though she wasn’t above eating them from time to time, and making them a part of her divine body. What could she say? She was a mischievous goddess if nothing else. Of course, she would occasionally let them back out by crafting new bodies for their consciousnesses, but many of them found living inside the goddess to be far preferable than their old mortal forms and chose to stay as part of her flawless body.
Slowly, Fleur came from the west at a height somewhere around two miles tall. Her shadow loomed over the Chicago suburbs, which caused her to shake her head in disgust. “Tsk Tsk… I’ve told them to clean up their act before, I have. And yet, every time I come here, I have to look at these dirty old houses and ghettos. I know ze Americans are quite lazy, but zis is beyond ridiculous. I suppose I will have to clean things up myself.”
She slowly started to remove her garments. A one-piece swimsuit that showed off a large amount of her skin. Fleur loved showing her divine body off to her worshipers, but she felt had to maintain some sense of decorum most of the time. But when she did take off her garments, that’s when things got serious. Because that meant she was either angry, horny, or both. Regardless, it never ended well for the mortals before.
Panic broke out in the streets below as she tossed her meager garments aside, blocking one of the main highways out of the city with the wall of fabric, a playful smirk coming across her face.
With her sense of modesty now gone, she got down on her hands and knees and slowly crawled through the suburbs like a cat, demolishing whole neighborhoods under her swaying breasts. She even purred a few times as she felt the buildings and the people occupying them crumble between her fingers and toes. “But, I suppose zis is quite typical really. Ze French cleaned up your messes for you 300 years ago. It only figures I would have to do it again now.”
Upon reaching the city proper, she was covered in the remains of several neighborhoods, and in even greater need of a bath than she already was. She lunged forward and splashed directly into Lake Michigan, creating a massive tsunami which wiped out the whole beach and flooded the city for several blocks.
Things were even worse for the little fishing vessels in the middle of the lake, which were either crushed by Fleur’s massive naked form, or sucked the bottom of the great lake by the powerful vortex. Other ships merely smashed against her, leaving her body covered with hundreds of sailors, all pulling themselves out of their shattered ships.
But Fleur didn’t pay the tiny vessels any attention at all. They were beneath her notice. She purred happily, her eyes turning back to the city, which she saw was still quite dirty in its own right. “Typical.” She rolled her eyes. “I come here to get a bath, and you all are ze ones who need cleaning ze most .”
She casually started bringing her toes down on the blocks of city she viewed as most filthy. Of course, by her standards that was most of them, and she kept stomping on each block until a huge swath of the downtown area was demolished. “Zer… Let zat serve as an example to you Americans. You have a very nice nation. But your cities… zey are beyond disgusting. Zey are like little pimples on ze backside of your nation. But enough about all of you, let us focus on me, and my needs.”
She looked over the remains of the city, scanning it for the tallest buildings it had to offer. “Letz see… Zer is ze Sears Tower… Or iz it Willis now? Regardless… ze roof is quite square and would be ill-suited for my purposes.” She casually smacked the building with the back of her hand, causing it to crumble into its foundation.
Her eyes continued to look over the tallest building, and every time she came across one that was not to her liking it met the same fate as the Willis Tower, leaving nothing but a pile of rubble and struggling Chicagoans behind.
Every city on the coast could see her, using the harbor as if it were her own personal bathtub, her massive fingers reaching towards the city and smiting every building that displeased her. Her worshipers knew they would have to work fast to please her, or else all of Chicago would be destroyed.
Then Fleur saw it. The building that would be her toy for the afternoon. The Two Prudential Plaza. With its smooth diagonal roof and ridges on the side of sturdy glass and concrete, it was sure to serve her well. She plucked the building up and examined it, the little people inside screaming in a mad panic, not knowing that their screams simply aroused the goddess.
“Ooooh. Oui. Zis will do quite nicely, I think.” She gave the tower a lick and brought it down to her groin, gently sliding the entire length of it into her pussy, letting it entertain her while she bathed, washing the debris of the city off her tits and feet. She then turned her attention back to the city. “Do not zink zat just because I am enjoying myself means you are exempt from your duties, Americans. I still expect to be served.”
Instantly, several boats sailed out into the bay. Modified firefighting ships that spurted out shampoo instead of seawater. People on the shore began tossing barrels full of sweet bath oils into the great lake, the gusts of the windy city carrying the scent right to the goddess’ nostrils.
“Ohhh. Sort of a minty shampoo zis time?” Fleur purred. “I rather like it. I suppoze you Americans do have quite good taste in some aspects.” She scooped up a handful of her worshipers on the beach and tossed them into her open mouth, gently sucking them and their minty flavor. “Mmmm….” She slicked her tongue back and swallowed them whole, purring as she felt them squirming around in her belly. “And in more way zan one.” She giggled and patted her stomach.
“Still… I zink I could make it smell even better.” She snapped her fingers and summoned a gigantic strip of incense from seemingly out of nowhere. She then looked over the city for a place to put her twig, her eyes drawing upon the Crain Communication Building, which was perfectly shaped to hold up her scent stick. “Yes… zis will work. So convenient of you Americans to build zis for me.” She set her incense against the building and picked up an oil tanker, scraped it against the ground, causing it to ignite violently like a makeshift match, which she used to light her incense before casually tossing it into the lake.
Fleur leaned back in the water, allowing the shampoo ships to spray the shampoo into her hair. They had just finished the process of cleaning her scalp while she was eating and masturbating, and now they were ready to finish up with her bangs. She turned over and looked at the tiny ships as they shot streams of shampoo up onto her forehead. Fleur liked watching the mortals work from time to time. It meant a lot to her, knowing just how hard they worked to fulfil her every ne-
Fleur winced, and the tiny sound of a mortal sneeze caught her divine ears. She then felt the sensation of shampoo hitting her eye. The sensation of pain was a long foreign concept to her. Heck, even slight discomfort was something that she had a hard time recollecting. But the sensation of the pinhead stream of shampoo hitting her cornea was… annoying. A wave of skin washed over her eye as she blinked, and when it opened back up, it was glaring at the mite-sized sailor who had accidently violated her perfect iris.
The cleaning volunteers on the boat that housed the clumsy sailor backed up, some of them even abandoning ship in fear as Fleur’s head rose out of the water, creating a wake that pushed all the ships back a good 50 feet. “Tsk tsk tsk… Clumsy mortals.” She blew them a kiss before exhaling and created a massive wave that splashed water on the ships. To her it was just a playful little splash, but to the ships it was a full-on disaster. The one ship that had drawn the goddess’ ire was thrown about violently, pushing it away from the rest of the fleet. Sailors on deck were nearly thrown overboard as they were separated from the main fleet.
They quickly noticed a shadow looming over them… Fleur’s ass. She was going to sit on them! The crew screamed and tried to swim away, but it was far too late. Fleur’s buttocks slammed into them like a pair of fleshy meteors, sending them to the bottom of the lake.
Fleur then spread her legs wide, letting the remaining ships move in to clean her pubic areas, all while the goddess lewdly masturbated in full view of the entire city. “Ungh… Yes… Yes… Yes!” Fleur grunted as she felt the upwellings of an orgasm rising inside of her crotch. She started bouncing up and down in the lake, creating ‘little’ ripples that made it hard for the ships to remain steady. “Squirm around inside your goddess. Worship my perfect pussy…”
A waterfall of sweet-smelling feminine juices started to flow out of her sex, mixing with the minty oil of the bay. The scent of it was too much for Fleur. She felt so powerful, idly pleasuring herself in front of so many tiny people. The sensation overwhelmed her, and her pussy exploded like a bomb, coating almost the entire fleet with her thick, sticky fem-juices, a few of them even sinking from the weight of it.
The shattered bits of Fleur’s pleasure toy flowed out of her gigantic sex, as well as a good amount of the people inside. Some had slipped fully inside her womanhood and were likely absorbed into the goddess. She hummed happily as the few boats who remaining functioning cleaned off her pussy with pressure washers. Helicopters playing classical music moved it to rescue the people who were trapped in her juices, buzzing around her like cute little gnats. Not that any of them needed to worry about asphyxiating in her juices. Mortals weren’t allowed to die unless Fleur gave them permission. She stood up, her massive form towering over the city, making the mortals below wince as they wondered what else the goddess had in store for them.
But instead of saying anyway, Fleur simply shook herself off like a dog, massive droplets of water crashing onto the city, as well as the occasional rope of half-mile long pink hair. The goddess gave a content sigh and snapped her fingers, her skimpy outfit reappearing around her body.
“Thank you, Chicago. I had a wonderful time, and you have all earned my blessing.” She addressed the city as a whole. “Though you do need to clean up your streets a bit, train your groomers a bit better, and… oh yes, make more skyscrapers with rounded roofs.” She winked and snapped the elastic of her skimpy underwear. “It’s very sensitive down there. Now… if you’ll all excuse me, I’m going to visit Dubai. Now zat city has got towers… build something like zat for me why don’t you?”
And with that, she turned around and waded out of the lake, leaving the devastated city behind them. The lake half-flooded with her juices, the downtown covered with incense ash, the outer slums now breast-shaped craters. But the people survived, and would rebuild bigger and better, until the next time the goddess decided to have some fun in America’s windy city.
