United Nations

A warm summer breeze blew through the Swiss city of Zurich as several members of the high council of nations sat around a gigantic glass table, as large as two city blocks, and a thousand feet off the ground, held up by dozens of thick steel beams. Around the table were massive chairs, made of thick stone and covered in a small fortune of ornately carved gilded steel and gemstones. On the backs of them were several harvests worth of the finest silks and cottons, cushioning the rears of the gigantic women that sat upon them.

Goddess Fleur de Lis of France was sitting at the end of the table, her greedy hands scooping up the vast banquet the Swiss mortals had prepared for them. She casually picked up entire harvests of apples and tossed them into her drooling mouth, a few splatters of apple juice ending up on her slingshot bikini, which barely covered her flawless form.

Next to her was a large black woman. Zecora of Kenya, The massive African was wearing a fortune of gold jewelry and nothing else. Her skin was decorated with a lake worth of tattoo ink, giving her a zebra-like appearance, culminating in a pair of swirly sun-like patterns on her plump rear.

On the table were thousands of tiny Swiss citizens, scrambling around to try to move the vast quantity of food around to the goddesses. They had to be careful to keep an eye on them however, lest they end up a part of the meal themselves. Many dump trucks moved along the table like mobile bowls, each one with literal tons of fruits, vegetables and seasoned meat to be offered up as tribute for the goddesses.

Most of the goddesses greedily dug into the food, but the youngest of them, Somnambula of Egypt, couldn’t help but frown a little bit. While she enjoyed a nice meal herself, this was too much, and she didn’t care for the way they so casually consumed the tiny people who were only trying to serve them.

Somnabula winced as Goddess Vinyl of the United States casually tossed some meat into her mouth, the four Swissmen adding a nice flavor to the beef. She swallowed and let out a loud, unashamed belch, earning her a dirty look from everyone else at the table.

“Stop it, Vinyl.” Goddess Octavia of the United Kingdom scowled. “You’re embarrassing us!”

“Aww. Come on!” The American goddess scoffed. “I gotta have table manners now!? I thought I wasn't required to follow the rules of etiquette now that I'm a goddess!” She glanced among the rest of the table, seeing the disapproving scowls from her fellow goddesses, including Amira of Saudi Arabia and Tzaress Cadence of the Russian Empire.

"You do when you are in ze company of other goddesses." Fleur rolled her eyes.

“Honestly.” Octavia shook her head. “Just because you’re a separate nation now doesn’t mean you have to act like an uncultured imbecile at every opportunity.”

“Fuck off.” Vinyl scoffed. “I’ve seen way worse stuff out of you during rampages. You got no right to fuss at me.”

“There’s a big difference between rampaging and formal dining, my dear. You could learn a thing or two from Fleur in that regard.” Octavia glanced towards the French goddess, who was cleaning her mouth with a napkin.

“Oui. It iz important to know when one should behave with ze utmost of manners. Of course, there are times one should give into zer more… how you say… Primal instincts.” Fleur smirked, earning a grin from every goddess at the table, save for Somnambula, who just looked back and forth confused.

“Primal instincts?” The Egyptian blinked, giving a concerned look to her fellow goddesses.

Zecora nodded. “We are just more than the ones who lead. As giant women, we have certain needs.” She casually picked up an entire coop worth of cooked chicken and suckled on it like a mere nugget, enjoying the juicy flavor.

“Need?” Somnambula gulped and looked around to her fellow goddesses. “What does she mean by that?”

“It’s something that can wait until after supper to discuss.” Octavia sipped from a water-tower that had been repurposed into an ornate wine goblet. “It is something that is quite uncouth to discuss while eating.”

“Pffft. Your such a prude, Tavi!” Vinyl smirked. “But whatever.” She picked up a tanker truck full of beer and downed it in a single swig. "Table manners and such."

As dinner went on, the amount of food and alcohol on the massive glass table slowly dwindled down. Despite the Swiss helicopters working overtime to replenished the goddesses’ food several times over, it just wasn’t enough. Soon they were having to frantically raid grocery stores and bakeries in a desperate attempt to sate the goddesses’ hunger, as they knew the consequences for not meeting the goddesses’ every whim could be disastrous.

Cadence snapped her fingers and rolled her eyes as a helicopter slowly refilled her glass. “Come on… I don’t have all day.” She picked up her drink and sipped it, before spitting it out on the floor, washing away a dozen servants who were cleaning the streets around the goddesses. “Tequila!?” She slapped her hand down on the helicopter like an annoying fly. “I specifically asked for vodka, you incompetents! Were you my own citizens I’d have you sent over the Urals!” She glared as the dazed crew stumbled out of the wreckage.

“Honestly. It’s getting harder to find good servants these days.” Amira picked up the pilots and dropped them into her wine, which she continued to casually sip.

“I know right?” Zecora chuckled. “A lot of them need a good smite!” She casually pressed a tiny person against the table with her thumb, smirking as slowly he pulled himself up and continued to deliver cheese to one of the centerpiece plates. “Now go on, you little serf. Bring us more and prove your worth.” The ebony goddess smirked.

“Oui.” Fleur smirked. “Bring us more to eat, peasants.” She purred. "Or you'll find yourselves on the menu."

Many of the Swiss servants were starting to become nervous. They were stretched quit thin for resources as it was. The ravenous delegates had consumed thousands of tons of food, and were still hungry for more. But despite all of them having eaten a quite full meal, all but one of them agreed that dessert was in order, with the young Somnambula being the lone dissenter.

A frown came over the Egyptian goddess’ face, and she couldn’t help but voice her opinion. “I’m sorry… I know I’m the youngest of your group, but don’t you think this is sort of… wrong?” She blinked. “Here these people are, offering us a massive bounty, and we’re demanding more and more out of them, when they’re clearly stretched for food!”

All six of her fellow goddesses laughed and looked at her like she had just grown a second head. Vinyl scooted up next to her and put an arm around. “Look, this is just the way things are. We’re the living manifestations of the countries we rule. We make demands, and the mortals meet them. It’s Manifest Destiny.”

“Ahem...” Octavia snorted. “That is such a plebeian term.” She rolled her eyes. “Just call it Divine Right to Rule, like all the grown-up nations, Vinyl.”

Fleur nodded in agreement. “Eet iz rather pretentious.”

“Aww, whatever. You guys are lame!” Vinyl scoffed and scarfed down a house-sized block of chocolate. "But yeah, the point we're trying to make is that we can pretty much do whatever the fuck we want, since we're big and no one can stop us."

“Look… I just don’t think it’s right to take advantage of the mortals like this.” Somnambula shook her head. “Or at the very least not without some sort of reward. We should be irrigating their fields, building them roads, helping them fish! Not just… eating their food without so much as a thank you!” She humphed.

“Somnambula. You seem to have your priorities a bit backwards.” Amira said evenly. “The mortals exist to serve us! We don’t exist to serve our mortals. The fact we tolerate their presence and refrain from ending their short puny lives is more because they can offer us pleasure and servitude.” She stared at a tiny off the table and brought her fingers down on him, rubbing his clothes apart, but leaving him unharmed.

Fleur watched the middle-eastern goddess abusing the poor tiny with a mix of amusement and delight. “Ze leetle peazents should be zanking us for giving zem the opportunity to serve us.”

“Indeed.” Zecora smiled. “Our desires they exist to meet, such as serving food or rubbing feet.” Zecora nodded, wiggling her toes and stirring the squirming Swiss beneath her tread into action.

“Speaking of service, I need more wine.” Octavia tapped her goblet. “I’m not quite sure if I’m buzzed enough for the big surprise just yet.” She smirked at Somnambula.

“Aye. And I could use some more pork and cheese over here.” Cadence patted her belly. “Hey, let’s go people! These plates should have been restocked at least thirty seconds ago!” She started nibbling on the last shreds of food out of mere boredom.

One of the servants stepped forward, a look of trepidation and sheer terror on his face, as if he had just been sent on a suicide mission. He stood before the seven goddesses, the naive Egyptian being the only one who had the slightest look of pity in her eyes. With a heavy gulp, he tapped his fingers together and stammered. “M-m-m-my goddesses...” He shook. “W-w-we regret to inform you… that…” He paused to wipe the sweat from his brow. “That… You have eaten everything the kitchen had in stock. Th-there is no more food...”

All of the goddesses gave a knowing laugh and looked at each other. “That’s what he thinks.” Vinyl purred.

“It’s okay, little guy. The meal was lovely. Thank you for preparing it for us.” Somnambula smiled. “You needn’t feed us anything more.”

“Hey, newbie.” Vinyl gave another loud belch, earning her more dirty looks. “That’s not your decision to make.” She patted her belly. “We’re gonna have a vote on whether or not we want some dessert.”

“Among goddesses iz ze only time allowing for a vote iz acceptable.” Fleur cooed. “It still astonishes me zat you allow your peazents to do so, Vinyl.”

“I like ta give em the illusion of control. Keeps em a bit calmer, y’know?” The American smirked.

“Implying that putting down counter-revolutionaries isn’t a treat.” Cadence laughed. “Anyway, I vote ‘da’ for dessert.”

“Oui. Yep. Ndio. Nem fielaan. Indeed.” The five other goddesses chimed in. Despite the fact that all of the goddesses save Somnambula were now sporting slightly distended bellies, they still hungered and reached a near-unanimous decision that dessert was in order.

Somnambula sort of glowered at them a little and scratched her head. “But… You heard the mortal, correct? He said the kitchen was bare. What are we going to have for dessert?”

“I zink you can guess, my naive leetle frend.” Fleur stood up and patted her condescendingly. “But if not, zat iz okay. Just follow our lead.”

The goddesses all stood up, a playful smirk across all of their faces, save Somnambula, who had a clear look of uncertainty and worry on her face as she saw her cohorts heading to the edge of their dining area and towards the large mass of civilians that were watching them.

As the goddesses neared the edge of their ‘containment area’ the crowd began to murmur among themselves. Some of them gulped and began attempting to flee, while others began bowing down in worship and excitement, their eyes twinkling with delight as they gazed upon the goddesses.

“So?” Vinyl smirked and slowly started to remove her hoodie, revealing the tank top she had beneath it. “Who wants to start first?” She casually tossed the clothing aside, trapping a few dozen tiny people under the circus tent of a jacket.

“Hmmm.” Octavia rubbed her chin. “Good question. Mayhaps we should draw straws, or appoint a mortal as the arbiter of...”

THOOM!

Zecora rammed her foot into the crowd, moving it back and forth, sending people flying everywhere and allowing her to feel the pleasant sensation of dozens of tiny people squirming under her massive black foot. A few people even found themselves clinging to her massive gold anklets to avoid falling off her massive feet. “Stop with the rules and simply revel! Now is the time to laugh and rebel!”

“Heh. Zecora is right. Lets stomp these fools!” Vinyl raised her sneaker above the crowd and stomped them into the pavement, the battered tinies squirming beneath the thick sole of rubber.

By this point, the Swiss citizens began to panic. The streets leading into the center of Zurich had been cleared and marked with lights in order to give the goddesses a clear path to and from the table in the center of the city. So the large massive women wandering so close to the edge of their ‘containment areas’ was the cause of a whole lot of attention. At first, the nervous civilians had rationalized that them wandering out into the general public must have been a mistake. A mere clumsy accident caused by drinking a lake worth of wine. But as the colossal women began to strip off their clothes and giggle seductively, the Swiss quickly learned that this was no mere accident. The goddesses were descending upon them, clearly set on using their city to give themselves an enjoyable evening. The citizens began to panic and ran as fast as their tiny legs could take them, but the wise among them simply accepted that they were now the goddesses’ playthings.

A shadow fell over the crowd, and then a massive boom as Zecora pounced into a carpet of fleeing citizens, moaning as she felt literally thousands of people flailing under her massive body. “Hmmm… Forget all about laws and debate, for now it is time…” She scooped up a large mob and purred. “To masturbate...” She raised her hips and moved her hand back, stuffing the citizens into her quivering pussy.

Somnambula was in a state of complete shock. She had assumed becoming a goddess meant having a sort of responsibility to those beneath her, and here were her peers, simply using the mortals in whatever ways they desired to sate their hedonistic desires.

Screams spread throughout the city as the goddesses started romping around, stomping hundreds of citizens under their flawlessly-filed feet. Some of the civilians who had a favorite goddess started running towards them, hoping to offer themselves to the rampaging goddesses, but the majority simply ran for in terror, not wanting to become a part of their dessert.

It seemed like watching animals hunting as they stomped through their streets in search of their prey. Many of the goddeses got down on all fours, slipping through the narrow city streets like cats chasing mice. Though Somnambula couldn’t help but notice that each one seemed to have a particular style when it came to hunting.

Octavia and Fleur seemed to be quite picky about the food they ate. Once they scooped up a crowd of mortals, they would spend ten to thirty seconds picking through them for anyone or anything they didn’t wish to eat. Vinyl on the other hand was more than content to just grab hundreds of people and toss them into her open mouth. And yet she seemed downright civilized compared to Cadence and Zecora, who were busy pushing mobs into the other’s pussies in a gigantic display of affection.

“Hey.” Amira stood behind Somnambula and smiled. “Are you alright? You seem to be in kind of a sour mood. Is everything okay?”

“I…” Somnambula started, but she shook her head and sighed. “No…” She glanced down at the screaming people all around her with a look of sympathy.

“Do you want to take a short walk through the city? Tell me what’s wrong?” Amira smiled and took her hand.

“Sure...” Somnambula nodded, walking through the streets and being very careful to place her plush soles where they’d cause the least amount of damage. “Like I said, it just feels a little wrong for us to be abusing the mortals like this. I mean… They look up to us, and we’re just gonna stomp their city? Doesn’t seem quite right to me.” She walked slowly, making sure every time some unfortunate mortal did find themselves pinned to her feet, she’d always take a moment to pluck them off and apologize profusely. Many of them didn’t mind though, as she quickly noticed that some of them were literally throwing themselves at her feet.

“Hmmm. Well, I could see you feeling that way for your own people. Sure.” Said Amira, moving behind her friend while she plucked a group off her soles. “But these people aren’t your citizens, are they? Come on… certainly you’re a little bit curious as to what they must feel like, squirming around in your pussy, their little hands massaging the folds and nerve endings that mortal women could only dream of stimulating.” She moved her hands across the Egyptian goddess’ shoulders and slowly down to her shapely hips.

“I...” Somnambula gulped. “Can’t say I’ve ever given it much thought...” She blushed and bit her lip, looking at the tiny people squirming around in her hand, many of who were wearing shirts and other merchandise with her on it.

“Well… These mortals seen quite eager, don’t they? They wouldn't have thrown themselves under your feet if they weren't. Would you like to find out what it feels like…?” Amira licked her lips.

Somnambula looked back and forth nervously, making sure no news cameras were watching her. As far as she could tell there weren’t, as she was now the only goddess left in her clothes and not actively rampaging. With a quick motion, she moved the dozen or so people from her hand and into her panties, where she subtly pushed them into her quivering womanhood.

“What do you think?” Amira smirked, casually leaning against a building.

“I just don’t see what the big deal is.” Somnambula shrugged. “Honestly… They’re so small I can barely fee-AHHHH!” She gasped, a spasm of pleasure exploding through her hips as one of the mortals squirmed in just the right way. Her left leg gave out from under her, and her titanic body crashed through a row of buildings, her plush tanned butt landing in the middle of a shrieking mob.

“Heheh.” Amira purred and dropped onto all fours, crawling towards Somnambula, her boobs swinging low enough to mop up any of the buildings Somnambula missed in her fall. “I knew you’d warm up to it.” She picked up a crowd of hundreds and casually sprinkled them all over Somnambula. “It feels amazing, huh? Their tiny squirms and wriggles?”

Somnambula moaned and rubbed her hair, brushing some of the dust and mortals out of it. “Amira… This… This isn’t fair to the people inside me...” She shook, her eyes rolling back in her eyes as she squirmed and writhed. “And yet… I want to feel more of them… Ooooh… They make me feel soooooo horny...”

“Heh. Most of us were like that when we first ascended. Convincing ourselves 'I'll be one of the good goddesses, I'll never succumb to temptation', and we were all shoving crowds up our pussies in less than a month.” Amira scooped up a nice handful of Swiss and smirked. “Good to see you’ve come around.” She casually tossed them into her mouth. “You wanna try some?”

“Hmmmph!” Somnambula gasped. It was one thing to put the people inside her pussy. But to eat them? That was taking things a little too far. “W-w-won’t… They die?” She shivered.

“Naw. They just become a part of our essence. They basically get to fuel our bodies, while feeling all the things we feel, stuff like that. There’s a reason most of them choose not to leave us.” Amira purred. “Because as I’m sure you know, being a goddess feels reeeeeaaaaallllly good.”

“Well… I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try just a few.” Somnambula smiled andopened her mouth, letting Amira deposit the crowd one by one onto her undulating tongue. The majority of the humans freaked out, a few jumped off into Somnambula’s cleavage, and the goddess did nothing to stop them, but there were also a few who removed their clothes and started rolling around on her tongue to allow their goddess to taste them, much to her surprise, they actually tasted really nice. So nicely that she didn’t notice when her tongue reflexively swished backwards and took them inside her. What she did notice was Amira sliding her panties off her legs and sitting right next to her, to the point where their pussies were nearly touching. “Erm… What are you doing?” Somnambula blushed.

“Setting up a fun little game we sometimes play.” Amira picked up several handfuls of people and placed them between the two massive vaginas. “Okay, little people. We want you to pick your favorite giantess and massage her pussy. First team to make one of us cum wins! Losers get eaten.” She giggled.

Somnambula was in a state of shock for a moment, but then she smiled and sighed contently as she felt those hundreds of hands rubbing against her sex in a cacophony of frantic desperation. “Oh wow… I didn’t… I didn’t know you could use tinies like this...” She cooed, only to jump in surprise as a crumpled-up bus flew through a skyscraper next to her like a baseball through a glass window. She looked up to see Vinyl, stark-naked and picking up every bus she could find.

“Glad to see you’re getting into the swing of things, kid!” Vinyl stood up and gyrated her waist, hip-checking a building into rubble as she sauntered towards the middle-eastern duo, trampling scores of tinies who had thought themselves safe mere moments ago. “They feel good down there, don't they?”

“Th-they do...” Somnambula moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as her pussy started to twitch and convulse in pleasure, squeezing down on the poor mortals inside. She arched her back and a massive jolt of pleasure exploded from her vagina. The crashing waves of joy worked their way up her spine and through her whole body. She came, and her giant body bucked and quivered, cracking the street beneath her. She let out a massive scream that caused windows all around them to shatter. Hundreds of people quickly found themselves covered in her sticky juices. She fell backwards and panted, squirming around as she came down from her orgasm.

“Heh. I’ll take that as a yes.” Vinyl smirked and teasingly licked the front of one of the buses she had collected, making the Swiss inside scream in terror. “Man, that was a good one.”

“She’s never played with tinies like this before.” Amira cooed and scooped up the tinies who were on her side. There were a few Swiss who had chosen Somnambula that were blown over by the sheer force of her orgasm, but the Arabic goddess did not care and casually tossed the whole mob of losers into her open mouth, swishing them around a few times before swallowing them. “Little surprise she won the contest. My tinies just weren’t doing it. I’m gonna need something a little extra in order to get me off.” She pushed the few tinies who had managed to avoid being eaten by hiding in her pubic hair deep into her quivering sex. “Hey Vinyl, can I borrow one of them buses?”

“That’s what they’re for.” The American goddess winked and tossed Amira the saliva-coated vehicle. “And good news, it’s an evacuation bus as well. Stuffed full of tinies, just how ya like it.”

“We all like it that way. And I know the tinies enjoy it as well. Who wouldn’t want a personal tour of their loving goddess’ sacred love tunnels?” Amira asked the bus, putting it up to her ear so she could hear the panicked screams inside.

“Ooogh...” Somnambula sat up and groaned as she returned to reality from her bliss-filled stupor. “Amira… Are you going to use that bus as a…?” She paused.

“Oui oui...” Fleur purred, crawling through the streets and flattening huge portions of city under her bulldozing breasts and belly. Hundreds and hundreds of 17th century homes exploded beneath her overwhelming flesh. “She iz going to fuck herself with eet.”

“Oh my...” Somnambula covered her mouth. She wanted to protest, but then again, how could she when not only had she done something similar mere moments ago, but she had taken a great deal of pleasure in it as well. She moved in close, watching with perverse delight as Amira slowly and deliberately pushed the bus into her quivering sex, all while the tiny people inside screamed their lungs out. She moved a hand down to her own genitals and started gently massaging herself.

“You wanna try, Sommy?” Vinyl asked. “I got a trolley as well.” She wiggled a sparking train car around in her hand.

“Oh. No thank you, Vinyl. I’m good for now.” Somnambula looked up and smiled.

“Suit yourself. Not like there isn’t plenty of stuff here for us to play with.” Vinyl ripped open the trolley and started shaking the people inside into her open mouth. She then tossed the empty train aside and stomped off to find something more interesting to do, while humming along to some EDM music.

Zecora and Cadence were splashing around in the middle of Lake Zurich, their splashing and gigantic bodies flooding a huge number of blocks close to the shore. The lake wasn’t particularly deep compared to them, as it barely came up past their knees at the deepest point, but that wasn’t keeping them from enjoying a dip in the refreshing water.

As the two relaxed, casually capsizing the larger boats and splashing each other, they spotted a pair of tiny sailboats in the water, and a playful expression overwhelmed them. “I know what you think by the look on your face. You wish to engage in a blowing race.” Zecora smirked.

“Da. This sounds like fun idea.” Cadence nodded in agreement. The two goddesses knelt down and looked over the two sailboats, whose occupants were staring at the giantesses in horror. “I am thinking that the red boat will be mine.” Cadence pointed towards the one with the crimson sail.

“Quite a good choice, my fellow queen. I shall choose the one in green.” Zecora pointed at the other boat and pursed her lips. “But I still hope you are ready to lose, for it matters not which one you choose!” Zecora exhaled, causing her boat to streak across the lake.

“Bylat!” Cadence jumped. “Is no fair getting head start!” She inhaled deeply and blasted a puff of air into her ship, causing several of the occupants in the boat to fall out as it nearly capsized from moving too quickly.

Zecora giggled. “All is fair in war and love, I just gave mine a little shove. But I care not what it takes, I’ll find a way to win the race!” She slapped the water, creating large waves that caused Cadence’s boat to go off course.

“Is not fair!” Cadence slammed her hips into Zecora, causing her to lose her balance on the lake floor and fall below the water. She then crawled forward, blocking Zecora from being able to get to her boat with her rear.

“Oooh. That’s some dirty play! Now move your butt and get out of my way!” Zecora groused as she pulled herself up.

“Kiss my ass!” Cadence flipped her boat upright and began blowing once more, her ship slowly catching up with Zecora’s. “You cheated first!”

“My determination will outlast, if I must I will cheat last!” Zecora pounced on Cadence, pushing her forward and into the lake, creating a tidal wave which pushed both boats forward, but Zecora’s was obviously in the lead. “It’s over, you fat whore. My boat has nearly made it to shore!”

“Yeah…?” Cadence grunted. But she could see Zecora was right. Her boat was ahead, and based on sheer momentum, was going to reach the shore first. Unless… Cadence dove down under the water towards the twin boats, only to come out of the water under Zecora’s boat with her mouth open wide, swallowing the vessel whole. “I win.” She grinned.

“That goes beyond a simple cheat! The rival boat you cannot eat!” Zecora glowered.

“Just did.” Cadence smirked. “Looks like you lose.” She stuck out her tongue.

“Grrrraaaah!” Zecora yelled and pounced on Cadence, pushing her out of the lake and onto the dock, which shattered under her massive body. The pair rolled through the city, crushing huge swathes through it as they struggled for dominance.

“Is not my fault you suck at boat racing!” Cadence teased.

The two rolled through the city for over two miles, crushing countless buildings beneath them, when they heard a pair of loud voices calling their names, specifically Fleur and Octavia, who were both gathered around outside a stadium watching a soccer game. “Hey! Keep it down ya two bloody reprobates! We’re trying to watch the game here!” Octavia shouted.

“But this...” Zecora started, but Octavia was having none of it.

“I don’t care what she did. I’m taking a break from the romping, and I won’t have my game interrupted because of you two!” Octavia snorted.

“Heh. Zis is ze main thing that gets her upset. People mezzing with her sports.” Fleur giggled as she toyed with a bus inside her pussy.

“Who’s even playing?” Asked Cadence, getting up off Zecora to examine the soccer game.

“Belgium and Romania.” Said Octavia.

“Oui. A pair of non-countries. Still, eet is nice to be able to watch ze tiny athletes.” Fleur purred. “Especially when we tell zem zat we will be eating ze losing team.” She giggled and looked over at the scoreboard, which was tied up at 0-0.

Zecora looked over the tiny players and cocked her head in confusion. “What are they doing, the tiny fools? Can someone please explain the rules?” She loomed over the edge of the stadium, making members of the crowd scream in terror as the African woman’s bare breasts swung mere dozens of feet above their heads.

Octavia grabbed Zecora’s shoulder and pulled her back from the stadium. “Okay. Two teams are trying to get a ball into the other’s goal without using their hands. It’s a very intense game of foot dexterity and coordination.”

Zecora gave an unimpressed look and her eyes narrowed. “That’s what you’re excited for!? That sounds like an absolute bore!” She leaned back and yawned.

Octavia scoffed. “That’s because you’re uncultured swine who doesn’t understand the finer things in life!” She crossed her arms.

“Kicking a ball is not a proper use for tiny specs!” Zecora laughed. “They should be making us wine or massaging our sex!” She flopped down in the parking lot and scooped up a handful of people from the crowd in the stadium, pressing them against the folds of her sensitive pink labia.

“Zecora! Watch it, you’re going to cause a riot!” Octavia scoffed as she saw the crowd gasping and panicking, many of them running onto the field.

“Out! Out!” Fleur started flicking members of the crowd who were rushing the field back into the stands. “Zis field iz for ze players only!” She scoffed, scooping up a small crowd of fans from the field and slurping them into her mouth.

“I think you got a few of the players too.” Said Cadence as Fleur gulped down her snacks.

“Too bad. Zey will have to play without them!” Fleur giggled.

“Gyah! Dammit, Fleur! Be more careful.” Octavia growled. “I swear, you girls are trying to ruin this game for me on purpose!” She crossed her arms.

“I don’t know what you’re getting at. Who would go and do a thing like that?” Zecora chuckled and leaned into the stadium once more.

“Well it really seems like you guys are...” Octavia turned around, only to see Zecora drawing 4-feet deep smiley faces in the field with her finger. “Damnit, Zecora!” Octavia pushed her back, causing Zecora to stumble backwards into the stands, cracking the stadium open and sending fans flying everywhere.

“I call zis game a draw on account of rain.” Fleur loomed over the field, her pussy leaking car-sized drops of cum onto the field. “Now… Let’s have some fun! Zat bus just was not doing it.” She started scooping members of the crowd up and shoving them into her pussy.

Cadence smirked and moved in to join the fun.

Octavia sighed. “Well… If the game is ruined anyway...” She pounced on Cadence and started frolicking through the stadium, grabbing crowds of people, and rubbing them against each other until they had all cum multiple times, leaving the entire area as a sticky mess.

The population of Zurich tried in vain to flee, but between tens of thousands of people all heading the same direction, and seven pairs of gigantic feet stomping all over the unreinforced roads, it didn’t take long for traffic to die down to a crawl. Tens of thousands of cars were flattened as the giantesses continued their hunt, looking for more tiny people to play with.

Zecora and Amira knew that many would no doubt be hiding in the many buildings that made up the city, so they quickly got to work in turning them into piles of shattered concrete and steel, forcing their tiny toys outside to their massive black toes.

As the night went on, they got increasingly lewd and wild. Tossing the tinies around like confetti, stuffing them into their assholes, flooding subway stations with their feminine juices in order to flush their toys out of hiding. None were spared the power of the goddesses’ lust. Your average person had been inside at least two of them before the night was over. Every single passion that the goddesses could imagine was indulged in. Stomping the tinies, fucking them, eating them. Nothing was off the table and the whole night, the city was filled with the quaking moans of pleasure coming from the titanic women having their way with the world.

With seven goddesses working together, it really didn’t take long for the entire city to be turned into a barren wasteland, even the trees and shrubbery were devoured. But it wasn’t until morning, when they awoke in a small lake of sweat and cum did they realize the full extend of their fun.

It was around about this time that Somnambula realized they may have all gone a little too far. “Oh gods!” She gasped and looked around at the ruins around them. “What have we done!?”

“Ooooh. We’ve all had an amazing evening, that’s what we’ve done.” Cadence groaned, snuggling up against her boobs.

“No… No… No! We’ve gone way, way too far! It’s one thing to fool around a little. To destroy a few city blocks and toy with a few crowds. But demolishing an entire city!? And a capital at that!? It’s inexcusable, even for goddesses!” Somnambula panted. “What will the tinies think of us when they find out? They’ll no doubt rebel! Or at the very least hate us forever!” She started to freak out.

But most of her fellow goddesses didn’t seem too concerned. They were all full and drowsy, lazily plucking up mortals from the rubble and shoving them into whichever one of their holes was in the greatest need of attention. Vinyl and Octavia were in a pile of rubble softly scissoring, while they sifted through the rubble for tinies to shove down their gullets.

“Somnambula. You worry too much.” Fleur cooed. “Who iz going to hold us accountable for what we have done? There iz no force in ze world zat can stand against us.”

“Exactly.” Vinyl moaned. “If anything, our citizens will just be glad that we made the Swiss the objects of our lust and not them.” She grunted and gyrated her hips. "Oooh... That's it, Tavi..." She panted, her abused cunt giving one last orgasm.

“It is a matter of which you need not dwell, there is little danger our citizens will rebel.” Zecora assured her. “And if they do revolt in any measure, they can always be used for our pleasure.” She licked her lips.

“Yeah.” Cadence cooed. “We don’t need to worry in the slightest. We can tell our tinies whatever we want. That it was an earthquake. That we found the city like this. Or we can just come clean and tell them we did it. What we tell our tinies becomes the truth, and whatever actions we take are justified.”

“Heh.” Somnambula smirked. “I guess there is nothing to keep us from just trampling all over the tinies.” She beamed.

“Now you’re thinking like a goddess!” Amira grinned back, and the seven goddesses engaged in a close hug.

“Mmmm. So shall we visit Luxembourg next week?” Octavia asked.

“If you think we’ll all fit in it.” Vinyl purred.

The goddesses laughed and all said their goodbyes, already making new plans to meet up for another UN meeting as soon as possible.