In the blink of an eye, it happened again.

It was a normal day on earth with everyone going about their daily routines, when the sky suddenly tore in two. Instead of the serene starry night sky, there was nothing but the cosmic sized belly of a pregnant housewife filling the heavens. All 7 continents lied out on her coffee table like a miniature little map, as she stands over them with one hand on her hip, phone in hand. Her insanely powerful, cosmic scale voice shattering cities, making constant tidal wave sized ripples in the oceans, and causing anything less than a mountain to explode as she innocently says...

"HEY EVERYONE! MY FRIEND KAREN SAID I SHOULD GIVE THIS A TRY, HOW ARE YOU ALL?~... OH POOH, I BROKE IT ALREADY?! GOODNESS~"

Shortly after, her phone vibrates, sending her a notification that in those 3 seconds, her voice alone had killed all 7 billion people on the planet. But all she does is giggle, as with a tap of her thumb, everything was like it was. People once more where they were before she started talking, but this time with the terrifying memories of how powerful this woman is and the apocalypse she just caused. People still being made to cover their ears as she speaks again, but this time in a hushed whisper

"She told me all about how empowering it feels to use this. And I was hesatant to use it.. after all, you're all people! But there are endless universes, so... what's the harm right?"

She says with a smile, seeing the data on her phone about how much people are panicking, begging, and praying up to her to put things back. Pleading for her to show mercy and forgive them for their sins. The presidents, prime ministers, and world leaders signalling up to her to attempt to reaoson with her and reach an agreement; while the top scientists and brightest minds start banding together to address the problems at hand. The oceans draining like a small water spill on the flat surface of her coffee table, and the sun being replaced with the much harsher ceiling light of her living room at 9PM

"How nifty! You guys really are the real earth aren't yah. Buuut, I wasn't planning on keeping like that. Hope you all don't miiiind!~"

The world explodes into a squeaking frenzy, yelling and screaming up at her to stop. This is made even worse as she starts to make changes: changing the name of the earth, and all references to it in people's memories to "Mom-Ville". Everyone knowing that the name of their planet was changed, but being unable to recall what it used to be. Shortly followed by all religions in the world being replaced with a single religion: worshipping her, her husband, and her unborn child.

"...there! That's better isn't it? Now, one more thing! If you're all going to live in my house... you have to do chores! R-right?~"

She says with a light blush on her face. Smiling as she carelessly crushes the rest of the world's complainers in one move. In just one more tap of her finger, she forces the image of her boobs, clad in a cute new flower bra, into the minds and souls of everybody. The memories and personality of people still being there, but now secondary to that image of her generous, beautiful chest. Making one last tap of her all powerful thumb, and making it so that people can't die, no matter what

"Aaaand... there! Now you all can't be hurt right?~"

She smirks, testing it as she turns around, and looms her colossal panties covered butt over the entire planet. People feebly trying to run and scream, but not managing much through that fantasy of her boobs as the incomprehensible weight of a mother to be comes down on everything. Mom-Ville in its entirety being flattened into a pancake, and everything on it compressed against her supple ass-flesh. This is made even more chaotic as she playfully shifts side to side. Breaking the world up into crumbs of dust which amount to nothing but flecks of dirt against her cheeks when she stands up. Seeing no more world on the table, but still seeing 'Population: 7.34 Billion' on her phone's screen

"WOW! HAHA, KAREN WASN'T KIDDING! NOW.. FOR WHAT I REALLY WANTED TO DO~..."

She says at her full voice once more.  Lightly giggling, as she once more makes everyone be fixed where it was; still in their boob-loving, indestructable state. Nobody being any the wiser as she types in 3 words: "Clean My Flipflops". Everyone dropping whatever they were doing, and preparing themselves to make the cosmic treck down to the carpet to clean her sandals. Not robotically, but seemingly out of a random, overwhelming desire to clean her incomprehensively large footwear. That effort is spared though, as she takes them off her feet, and drops them down on either side of the pretty little map.

"CLEAN. THEM. NOOOW~"

She playfully says, as she adjusts a powerful setting on the phone, and causes 100,000 of their years, to pass in a single second to her. Regimes and kingdoms and civilizations rising and falling in the blink of an eye, all with the purpose of cleaning her dollar store blue flip flops. Wars being fought over what color panties look better on her, and entire empires rising and falling over imperceptible, continental sized splotches of grime to be cleaned. All of this, from her perspective, simply looked as though a magical printer just slid its way across her sandal, and made it spotlessly clean in a matter of 5 seconds

"WOW! THAT WAS FAST... GOODNESS! UMM...NOW CLEAN THIS! AND THIS... AND THIS~"

She says, as she plucks up her flip flops, and puts her dirty jogging shoes in their place. Smiling as she obliviously damns the world to 1.5 million years of excavating mud and grime. Then her socks, then a used tissue, then a pair of panties. The entirety of planet earth being stolen from its place in the cosmos, and reduced to a mother loving, cleaning toy that happily devotes itself absolutely to whatever she throws at them; no matter how humiliating it may be