The Goddess Rachael was beaming as she returned to the city that served as her home, where thousands upon thousands of her adoring worshippers were flooding the streets to welcome her back. The colossal Goddess smiled tenderly at them and offered a little wave as she approached the city, walking right towards the growing congregation.

She stood a towering three hundred feet tall, head and shoulders above any of the town's buildings, and easily tall enough to be seen from just about anywhere in the city. But that was not the only thing that called their eyes—even had she been no taller than anyone else her body still would have captured anyone's attention. Her flawless skin and golden hair seemed to glow with a divine light and her proportions were undeniably the epitome of feminine beauty, her hourglass figure unmatched by any human woman. It would have been a travesty to cover such perfect beauty so her clothing was minimal, merely some jewelry and bits of cloth, and served to accentuate her figure so that her divinity might bless the sight of all humanity.

The crowd stood clamoring for her divine grace even as the earth shook from her ponderous weight, and didn't balk at her enormity even when her colossal foot fell right in front of them. The displaced air from her steps swept over the cheering people, bringing with it a whiff of the goddess’s flowery scent.

“Bless, you everyone,” she said, her melodious voice like soft thunder. The words dripped with the vast love she held for these her most devoted follower, their sound a blessing to their ears. As she raised her foot to take another step, the people cleared a path for her, standing on the sides of the street to let her slowly make her way towards the temple/mayor's office at the city center.

As she sashayed through the street, her heavy, swinging breasts and her wide, swaying hips now and then knocked against one of the quaint little skyscrapers she passed despite the roads being designed extra wide, and though the impact scraped off bits of concrete, cracked windows, and even shook the buildings, yet everyone who happened to be inside was elated and considered this a blessing.

At her great stature it wasn't long before she reached the temple, from whose great, round tipped tower the man who served as the city’s mayor and high priest, her beloved husband, stood. Silently Jacob watched her approach, his eyes full of a different kind of love from that of her other followers.

Once she stood before the tower, whose tip reached a little lower than her crotch, she knelt, allowing her breasts to hang on either side of the tower, casually hugging its richly textured length. At the same time, from the myriad windows that covered its walls, dozens of lesser priests and priestesses reached out to caress and massage her chest, their tiny hands bringing her such delight.

“Hello, dear,” she said, fixing her gentle blue eyes on his tiny figure. Leaning forward she kissed the window from which he peered out at her, and let his tiny lips meet her own.

“Welcome back, my love,” he answered her. “How was the rest of the continent?”

“Oh, it was lovely! You humans are such wonderful little things! Everywhere I went, there were interesting sights and everyone was so happy to see me! They even held festivals in every city I visited! But, you know, the whole time I was out, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted to see you again,” she said, giving him a look he knew very well.

Jacob smiled at his wife. “Well, here I am. Do with me what you want, my Goddess; you know I exist to serve you. But first, shall we proceed with the ceremony for your return?”

“Hmm, yes, I think I'd like that. Are you all ready in there, dears?” she asked everyone inside the tower. Their resounding cheers were her signal to stand and once again tower over the entire city.

At first Rachael simply stood and looked down at her temple and all her beloved priests inside, letting them bask in her presence and marvel at the sight of her legs, whose shapely calves and thick, firm thighs easily dwarfed their little tower, in girth if not so much in length. Calmly she swayed from side to side, building up the anticipation for herself as much as for the people inside. Then she stepped forward, to stand with the tower right between her legs. Her thighs pressed against the tower, perfectly smothering the topmost floors in her supple flesh.

As she rubbed her thighs back and forth along the textured length, feeling at the same time the love of her priests and of her husband most of all, the Goddess grew more and more aroused, until at last she felt it was time and lowered herself onto the tower.

The building groaned as Rachel pressed her lips to the towers rounded tip. After a brief moment, her lips parted, and the tower slowly slipped inside. Jacob watched as the walls of the Goddess's pussy slid down to cover the windows. He pressed his hands against them in reverence, rubbing them all over her even as they kept sliding further and further down to cover more and more of the tower, filling every room they passed with the smell of her sex. All the other priests did the same, all of them push her to greater heights of pleasure, but it was Jacob's hands she cherished the most, and when he put his face against her pussy and licked her, she gasped and shivered in delight, letting out a moan that rattled much of the city. Her heart swelled up with love for him, and she longed to feel him still more closely than this. By her divine will, he was pulled from inside the little tower and slid up along her pussy to end up right on the tower's bulbous tip. As she lowered and raised herself on the tower by turns, Jacob intimately experienced the whole of her pussy in a way the other priests could only dream of, feeling the wondrously smooth walls slide up and down his body, embracing him in their perfect warmth.

Even through his priestly robes, the experience was irresistible, and soon his arousal soared to match his wife and goddess's, his member standing erect to offer her his love, whatever that was worth to a perfect being like her. And still he licked inside her, hungrily lapping up her juices to fill himself with her essence, an essence which went right to his heads and let him share in her ecstasy.

Not only he, but the whole city could feel her pleasure as their own, and everyone slumped over on the ground to service themselves or each other, yet knowing that beneath it all it was their Goddess they were making love for. And when the Goddess cried out in pleasure, letting the world resound with her love, the whole city came with her.

The ritual finished, she raised herself off the tower, leaving pussy juices oozing down its length and slowly dripping from her lips to grace the earth below. Then, while all those cute little humans still recovered from the mind-numbing orgasm she had shared with them, she reached into herself and pulled out the one she loved best.

Covered in her essence, fastened to her fingers by it, Jacob wiped his face clear of it and opened his eyes to find her heavy breasts hanging right before him, then smiled and turned his gaze higher up to meet her lovely eyes. “How was it, Rachael?”

“As wonderful as ever, my love. I couldn't possibly ask for a better priest or husband than you. Now, let us be off. Your Goddess still has need of you.” She raised Jacob to her lips and gave him a kiss that covered his whole body, then giggled at his dazed expression as she carried him to their palace, where many a day had been spent in fervent lovemaking away from any prying mortal eyes.

It was as large as the entire city if not more and was the only structure taller than the goddess herself. The dazzling, divine palace was said to have been made by the goddess in an instant and without effort long ago when the great city that acted as its front garden had been but a humble campsite of worshippers. Making a retreat to her chambers, she lay on her lounge chair and swiped her husband off on her perky pink nipple, where with great effort he conquered her vaginal juices and managed to stand on the peak of her shapely breast, though he nearly fell over again when she laughed at his adorably messy hair and set her tits a-jiggling.

“Now, my priest, it's time for you to worship your Goddess. My body has gone too long without the touch of your hands, and I ache to know your caress again. Go now, and don't rest until you've shared your love with every inch of me.”

“As you wish, my Goddess,” he said, and without hesitation set to carrying out her will, rubbing every part of her, from her supple breasts, to her toned tummy, down her hips and thick thighs, and down to her feet, then up along her backside, worshipping her flawless soles and rounded butt, her powerful back and her gorgeous neck, knowing that a reward of a hundred tender kisses awaited him once he'd fulfilled his duty.

Sasha would never forget the first time she saw the Goddess Rachael. She had been only 16 years old at the time, sitting at home and reading a volume of her favorite manga, when suddenly she felt an earthquake. A small one, over in a second, and it got her paying close attention to make sure she hadn't imagined it. When she felt another one just a couple seconds later, though, she hurried out of her house and ran to the middle of the street, where many of her neighbors were already gathering.

By then people were starting to feel that there was something strange about these “earthquakes”. For one thing, every one of them was followed by a booming sound, as though something were exploding or hitting the ground really hard. For another, they kept coming at a steady rhythm, getting stronger and louder each time. They could also see helicopters buzzing in the city like flies and hear sirens in the distance. Having watched too many giant monster movies, Sasha's mind immediately went to all those horrible beasts rampaging through cities just like this one, wrecking all the buildings and crushing or devouring innocents.

As those booming sounds drew closer, their source almost in sight, she held her breath and waited for the monster to show itself. But when it appeared from behind a series of skyscrapers for Sasha and all her neighbors to see, it looked nothing like what she had expected. It was a woman, and a beautiful one—the most beautiful person Sasha had ever seen. She stood three hundred feet tall, and despite her size and the great impact of her steps, she moved with such grace that Sasha thought she might be dreaming.

Rounding the corner, the woman turned towards her neighborhood, walking closer with long, elegant strides. Most people backed away to the sidewalk to let her pass while a few actually fled, too terrified by the giant woman approaching them. Sasha stood her ground though, her gaze locked firmly on the giant woman as she walked along the street. Each step cracked the road and shook the earth. Sasha herself nearly fell as the giant woman came closer and had to brace herself. Some parked vehicles on the street were crushed under the giant woman’s feet and sent some people fleeing in panic. The giant woman seemed unaware of the drama happening down below though. She simply smiled and waved at them all with a twinkle in her eye that hinted at a vast and inconceivable love.

At that moment, something awakened inside Sasha and she felt as though the course of her life had been altered forever. She watched the giant woman's walk through the neighborhood, leaving a trail of almost perfect footprints and a few crushed vehicles, until she entered another part of the city and disappeared from view. She then hurried back into her home where she turned on the TV to watch the news cameras following along. When the broadcast ended, she went to her computer and started researching everything she could find about the giant woman and discovered she was the Goddess Rachael.

Sasha had heard about Rachael before, but didn't think much of her at the time. She lived almost on the other side of the world from the Goddess, so visits from her were rare and the worship of her was less common than it was elsewhere. Her family wasn't religious, either, and she herself had never had a religious impulse before. But after seeing Rachael in person, she knew that she had found something that deserved to be worshipped. She spent two years learning all she could about the Goddess, saving countless pictures of her, watching videos, listening to her voice. Every night she knelt beside her bed and prayed to Rachael, offering her praise and worship and talking about how much she wished to see her in person again. Then, when she finally became an adult, she left the place where she had lived all her life to move to Rachael's Garden, the city that was the Goddess's home.

Her first day at the city was another she would never forget. Everywhere she looked she saw images of Rachael and everywhere she went she met people who were filled by the same love and adoration that she felt for the Goddess, the same fervent desire to be in her divine presence and offer their worship. For the first time ever, she really felt at home.

The first few days she was so busy settling in that she barely left her new apartment, but when she heard that the Goddess had returned from her travels to the other lands, a fairly regular thing for her apparently, Sasha rushed out to watch the Goddess's welcome ceremony. Standing in awe of her titanic body, she blushed as she saw Rachael using that temple tower as a dildo, and being overcome with lust the same as everyone else as the Goddess was cumming.

The next day, having finally finished moving in, Sasha booked a tour on a bus so she could really get to know the city. Tourism was one of the city’s main sources of revenue due to being the capitol of a religious order and home to a literal giant goddess. There she was introduced to the various aspects and businesses of the city. Shops, hot springs, beauty salons, hotels for guests, art galleries, etc, every single one of which seemed to be trying to recruit tourists to the Goddess’s religion, in addition to catering to them. The streets were wide and specially reinforced to accommodate the Goddess and many of the buildings had… interesting… designs and decorations similar to what one might expect to find in an adult store. Some had statues of the Goddess incorporated into them, some were shaped like female anatomy, and some of the taller ones had parts that seemed like they had been worn down by constant rubbing. It made Sasha think of the temple she’d seen the Goddess use as a sex toy the other day.

Speaking of which, the tour also brought them to the Goddess's temple at the center of the city, with its tall and distinctively textured tower, and the myriad of churches spread all around the city so all its inhabitants could have a place to worship. There they joined the locals in the weekly communion, where they all partook of the Goddess's Blessing, a drink containing her holy breast milk.

Available only in this city, the regular church goers and clergy were very enthusiastic in getting the tourists to participate and presented her with a golden cup containing creamy white liquid. The cup felt warm in Sasha's hand, and the milk felt still warmer and delicious in her mouth. The taste was like the sweetest ambrosia—Sasha would have been happy to keep savoring it all day long—and when she swallowed, she felt euphoric. An incredible rush of energy spread throughout her body, flushing away all the tension and soreness that she didn’t even know she had. She felt invigorated, refreshed, and energized, in more ways than one.

As that wonderful energy spread throughout her body, it seemed especially drawn to her crotch, making her hot and horny. Nor was she the only one who felt that way. Everyone in the church, especially the other newcomers, was rocking and moaning in their seats or holding themselves, some even reaching between their legs to touch themselves through their pants while moaning out praise to the Goddess. Sasha resisted joining them out of a sense of embarrassment, or at least resisted doing it so openly in public. Her hands still found themselves rubbing her body and fondling her breasts, moaning while thinking of the Goddess and her divine figure. When she came, she forgot her embarrassment and felt herself filled with pleasure and a new kind of love for the goddess, as if she had been her lover.

By the time she settled down and got back in the bus with everybody, there was only one stop left on their tour: the Goddess's Palace. Located in the east edge of the city, before which the rest of the city lay stretched out like a beautiful garden, it was absolutely massive. Visible from anywhere in the city, just the giant golden doors that served as the front entrance were hundreds of feet tall and were decorated with images of elegant, winged women posed in joyous prayer. As the tour bus proceeded towards the main road, they suddenly came to a halt. There she was! The Goddess herself was walking down the street, a cheerful smile on her face.

Sasha's breath was stolen away by the sight of Rachel. The Goddess looked every bit as beautiful and divine as she remembered her, with the same lovely golden locks and bright blue eyes, the same weighty breasts and wide, rounded hips, the same lovely legs and beautifully toned tummy, all easily visible as the Goddess's only clothing was some well-placed jewelry that left almost nothing to the imagination.

But where back then Sasha had felt only admiration for the Goddess's display of perfect feminine beauty, now she was also turned on by the sight of the Goddess, finding her body so perfectly sexy. Something within her was making her extra excited to see the goddess. A side effect of the holy milk perhaps? The tour guide talked about how the Goddess regularly strolled through the city but Sasha wasn’t listening.

She started fantasizing about Rachael again, and was starting to unconsciously reach for her crotch again, when a cry of alarm jolted her out of her daydream. A woman had run into the street right into the Goddess's path. The giant Goddess did not see her and didn't alter her stride in the least, so when her foot came down it fell right on that woman, audibly crushing her body without resistance. The Goddess kept walking toward the palace, completely unaware she’d just crushed someone.

Sasha and the other tourists gasped, but their guide hurried to reassure them that everything was fine. “Don't worry, folks, this is something that happens sometimes. There was no mistake here, that young woman got exactly what she wished for. I know it looks bad now, but just watch that body for a moment and you'll see something amazing.”

As Sasha watched, that gruesome stain that had once been a person began to glow and disintegrated into a fine, golden dust, floating up into the air until it disappeared altogether, leaving the tourists with a sense of shock and wonder.

The guide explained it for the group. “People who drink the Goddess's milk receive a very special blessing. When they die, they go directly to the Goddess's dimension—Her heaven—and become angels, to be with our beloved goddess forever in eternal bliss. Of course, some people love the Goddess so much they can’t wait, which results in the scene you just saw. Those of you who drank her milk during communion will enjoy that same blessing, among others, but only if you do it regularly. Just another reason to live here and join the church of the goddess!”

For a moment Sasha wondered just how much that woman had loved the Goddess to go out and do that. As the tour bus resumed driving, they turned onto the main street and could see the goddess in the distance. Sasha gulped. Even her walk was sexy. The sway of her hips, that perfect hourglass figure, the buildings around her looking like toys. She felt hot and took a few breaths to calm herself. As they drove, they passed a few more fading clouds of golden dust. It was a little sobering, but at the same time it wasn’t scary at all and she still felt love and awe towards the Goddess. She supposed people who were not followers might feel differently though, especially those who had not received the Goddess’s Blessing.

It took them almost half an hour to cover the distance the Goddess had done in less than two minutes and reach the front gates of the palace and by then the Goddess had already gone inside. Here they disembarked and the tour guide talked about the palace, how legends say the Goddess made it in an instant many centuries ago. The walls were made of what looked like smooth white stone, perhaps marble, but had a strange shine to it. In fact, it was literally giving off a faint glow. The stone walls also had murals carved into them, scenes of maidens dancing, trees, flowers, and various other scenes. Apparently, the palace never got dirty either. No dirt or stain ever had ever appeared on the divine material.

Sasha noticed a procession that was making its way into the palace through a more human sized door next to the great golden ones and curiously followed them. This was the last stop on the tour so she wasn’t worried about missing anything. Besides, these people were actually going into the divine palace! She wasn’t going to pass that up. Following the crowd, she went through a series of human sized corridors and rooms until arriving in a changing room. Here, people were changing into swimsuits and gathering buckets, sponges, and other cleaning equipment. Once Sasha was done changing, she grabbed a sponge and a bucket of water like everyone else and followed them to a vast chamber that could only be the Goddess's bath room.

“First time coming to serve the Goddess?” Sasha jumped a little as someone whispered in her ear, and she turned to look at the worshipper on her right, a man who looked to be in his mid twenties.

“Y-yeah, first time,” she responded.

“Thought so. I can tell you're a new face here,” he said, nodding to himself.

“Actually, I just moved in. It's my first week in town.”

“Really? And how are you liking it so far?”

“It's amazing! I always wanted to come here ever since I first saw the Goddess a couple years ago. I wanted to be able to see her all the time. I've only seen her twice so far, but even if it was only one time it would totally be worth it! She was so sexy and beautiful walking down the street today. And when she fucked that tower yesterday? It was incredible! I never thought I'd see anything like that in person! I felt so... so...” Suddenly Sasha cut herself off, feeling maybe she'd said too much, but the man smiled and patted her on the shoulder.

“You're a big fan of the Goddess, aren't you? That's good! She really likes that kind of enthusiasm. Show her exactly how much you love her and you might become one of her favorites. Who knows? She might even make you a priestess. Then you can be inside that tower for the next ceremony.”

The man fell silent again as the great doors in the distance swung open and the Goddess Rachael stepped inside, her heavy steps rattling the group as they gaped in awe at her beautiful figure. Then people started cheering, welcoming the goddess, waving at her to notice them. She casually strode to the crowd until she stopped right before them all, her divine feet resting on the floor before them.

“Hello, little ones~” she cooed, bending over so her heavy breasts dangled right over them. “Are you ready for my bath? Let me just get undressed, then~.”

Though she wore little in the way of proper clothing, it still took time for the Goddess to take off all the fine jewelry she wore, dropping everything on a pile by the wall. Then, when finished, she took a towel, set it on the ground, and lay atop it. Her divine body stretched before her worshippers, awing them all with her beauty and immensity, and she gave a playful wiggle as she settled down for good, resting her head on her arms. “You can come now, little ones,” she said, and at once everyone hurried to her body with barely contained excitement.

Only Sasha trailed behind, still overwhelmed by the gorgeous view, and watched as everyone else spread out and clambered all over Rachael's divine body from her head to her feet, climbing up to then kneel on her skin and begin scrubbing her with their sponges, finding as much enjoyment in servicing her colossal figure as she found in the love of all her adorably tiny followers.

For a minute Sasha could do nothing more than stand still and take in the sight of her Goddess's body, until Rachael’s giggling snapped her out of her trance.

“That tickles!” the Goddess said.

A sizable number of followers were on the Goddess’s perfect butt, rubbing it, washing it, and even bouncing on it. Sasha was stunned. Was that sort of thing okay? Well, the Goddess seemed to be enjoying it. She started towards the Goddess’s body and the closer she got, the more she smelled a sweet, flowery scent. It made her feel relaxed, excited, and happy all at the same time. “Even the goddess’s scent is amazing!” Sasha thought.

She reached the Goddess’s body just above her hips. The skin was smooth, flawless, and radiated warmth and that lovely smell that Sasha was quickly becoming addicted to. Holding her sponge and bucket in one hand, she put the other on the Goddess’s divine body to start her climb. Her hand sank into the soft skin like a pillow and it made her squeal in delight. She was touching the Goddess! The climb up was surprisingly easy and she soon made to the top.

To her left loomed the Goddess’s mountainous buttocks and to her right was the vast expanse of her back. At least a hundred people were washing, scrubbing, rubbing, and playing on both. Gulping, Sasha boldly decided to go left. If climbing the Goddess’s divine body had been exciting then walking on her was even more so. The soft yet firm skin let her bounce along to the summit of Rachael’s butt and enjoy every step of the way.

At the top, she looked across the great lengths of flawless skin that were her legs and all the way down to her feet, where a number of other worshippers were busy washing her soles. Never had she felt happier in her decision to move here than she did at this moment. Getting down on her hands and knees, taking her sponge firmly in hand, she kissed her Goddess's divine skin and started to wash it. This was paradise. Sasha promised herself to come back every day so she might show her adoration to every inch of Rachael's body. That sentiment was shared by everyone. Not just the people diligently and lovingly washing the Goddess’s divine body but all the residents of the city, all of them showing their love and devotion in their own ways and all with zealous enthusiasm.

Rachael cheerfully strolled through the golden halls of her palace.  She had just finished morning exercises with a group of her followers in the city’s courtyard and was feeling refreshed.  It always felt interesting to do those stretches and exercises.  She had conjured sporty clothing for herself to be like her darling followers: tight shorts, a stretchy top for her breasts, and sporty shoes.  Participating in these events with her darlings always seemed to motivate them a lot.  Her giant breasts jiggling with her movements and her shorts stretching tight and rubbing her had certainly felt pleasant and attracted plenty of stares.  Not that she minded such attention.  Being so motivated by their goddess, they had all worked hard for hours before becoming tired and the session ended.

 

As a goddess, Rachael didn’t feel tired and was always brimming with energy so she didn’t really understand what “tired” was.  It was one of those things about humans she still didn’t understand despite interacting with them for millennia.  Being “tired” seemed to make her followers move slower and need rest to recover.  It was the same with her husband when they had sex several days in a row and he begged for a break.

 

Humans were so interesting!

 

Now she was on her way to a certain chamber to perform the first part of her duties today.  Oh! But she was still in her exercise clothes!  A quick flex of her power caused her clothes to glow gold and change into a new outfit consisting of a golden circlet, a white top with golden armor and decorations that barely covered her large breasts, a white and gold skirt only covering the sides, and a pair of white and gold knee boots.  Her divine outfit left most of her body exposed but was rather normal for what Rachael usually wore.

 

She made her way to the chamber her followers called “the milking room”.  Located near the front of the palace on the north side, her darling priests and priestesses were already there waiting for her.  Like the rest of the palace, it was decorated with gold and glowed with its own light.  It was relatively small room containing a few decorations, a thronelike chair next to a machine her followers had built, and a small table next to the chair with a series of stairs her followers could use.  At the opposite side of where she entered from was a smaller door scaled for human vehicles.  A small fleet of those vehicles called “tankers” were waiting to receive a supply of holy milk and deliver it to the many churches in the city.  They were arranged single file in a half circle, with more of their fellows waiting outside to enter.

 

As she sat in the large chair, Rachael remembered something important.  She reached between her breasts and pulled out her husband, Jacob.  He was dazed and disheveled, still wearing his exercise clothes from the morning.  She had put him in her cleavage at his request when they’d set out and he must have sunk deeper and gotten shaken up from all her movements.  Giggling, she gently placing him on the table to her left and, when a few priests gave her sign they were ready, took a pair of suction devices connected to tubes from the machine.  Pulling up her top so her breasts were exposed, she stuck a suction device on each nipple and gasped in delight as they began sucking.

 

Holy milk flowed in rivers down the tubes and into the machine where another tube was connected to the first human vehicle.  As soon as its container was full, the flow was stopped, the vehicle drove off, and the next one took its place.  One by one they came and went.  There was no limit to the amount of holy milk Rachael could produce and there was an entire city to supply so she diligently did her duty.  Yes. Her duty.  For her followers.  While enduring the (Ahn!) sensation of being milked.  She kneaded her breasts to help with the flow and her breathing was hot and heavy.

 

“Ah! Yes. Take as much as you need my darlings.  There’s, mn, plenty.”

 

Dozens of tankers had been filled and left until eventually the end of the line was in sight.  When the last one was being filled, a priest gave a signal and Rachael allowed herself to stop producing milk.  The flow of holy milk slowed and stopped and she pulled off the suction devices with a pop.  The last tanker was filled and moved out but there was still leftover milk in the machine, which her priests would use for a ritual called “pool party” later.  She wiped some residual milk off her nipples with her finger and licked it.  Delicious.

 

In the meantime, her husband had recovered from his exercise daze and had been watching her intently she was being milked.  Now he called out to her as she adjusted her top.

 

“Good job again Honey!  We appreciate it!” he said and the priests and priestesses applauded her.

 

“It’s no trouble at all cuties. You know I can produce as much as you want” she responded with a smile.

 

Since Jacob had recovered, he could join her for the next part of her duties today.  Strictly speaking she could do it herself but she liked having her darling with her as much as possible.  Placing her hand down on the table and letting him climb on, she stood up and, after blowing a kiss at her cuties, departed to the throne room of her palace.

 

It was really just a glorified visiting room where she listened to requests from her darling followers.  As one of the larger and more impressive rooms, it was decorated with tapestries and statues of angels and artwork made of gold and jewels. It was a rectangular room with a wide red carpet with golden trims going town its length.  The carpet had four branches at one end, two going to the sides like a cross and two further back going diagonally.  The four branches plus the two ends of the carpet each led to a door, for a total of size entrances to the throne room, one in front, two on the sides, and three in the back. Besides the statues and decorations, the only furniture was her golden throne, itself an impressive work of art and shaped more like a couch than a throne, located at the center of the cross part of the carpet, and a few multi story human sized buildings near the front entrance.  Her palace was quite large for humans, nearly the size of their city, and it could take them hours just to make it this far so some rest houses had been built here and there to provide them with amenities.

 

Already there was a crowd of followers gathered in front of her throne, the people selected for today’s visitation.  With over a million people in the city, some level of organization was required to ensure everyone had a turn and Rachael wasn’t swamped by visitors.  Her priests and priestesses were managing the crowd but as soon as they saw Rachael, cheers erupted, which made her blush.  It was so flattering how excited her darlings were just seeing her.

 

“Hello everyone!” she greeted them happily and sat in the center of her couch throne, placing her husband next to her.

 

As the priests began organizing people into a single file line to make their requests to her, Rachael watched them with a warm expression.  Humans were so small and cute! The first person stepped forward.  Focusing her divine senses on him, she could see and hear him perfectly.  He was excited but also nervous, perhaps it was his first time, but managed to speak his request.

 

“L-lady Rachael. Please sit on me!” he declared.

 

Rachael giggled. “Oh my! Very well. You shall experience my marvelous marshmallow bottom!” she stood and reached down to pluck the man between her fingers then deposited him on the throne where she’d been sitting.  Smiling at him, she lowered herself back down and sat on the tiny man, her divine rear completely covering him without a trace.  Designed for comfort as well as beauty, the seat was cushioned and soft so the man was compressed between the softness of the throne and the softness of her bottom.

 

The next person stepped forth and asked to be put between her boobs.  Never one to say no to her darling followers, Rachael picked him up and dropped him into her cleavage.  As more people had their turn, they made similar requests to her.  Some wanted to be sat on, some wanted to go in her cleavage, Some wanted to go in her top, some asked to go in her shoes, some wanted to be squeezed under her foot, a few wanted to be licked or played with in her mouth, and some simply wanted to hug her.  One female follower even asked to be her pet, which Rachael granted and teleported her to another room for later.  As she fulfilled their requests, their screams of joy filled Rachael with delight, and their squirming bodies filled her with another nice feeling.

 

Gradually, the requests turned into milder things or requests for advice.

 

Follower wants natural blonde hair instead of natural brown.

“Certainly!”

 

Female follower wants bigger boobs.

“My pleasure!”

 

Follower can’t stop masturbating to her.  Is that okay?

“It’s wonderful! I’m glad you like me so much!”

 

Follower has feelings for a girl but feels like he’s being unfaithful to the goddess.  What should he do?

“It’s perfectly fine! And when you become a couple, come back and we’ll celebrate!”

 

Follower wants a guy to notice her but he’s always distracted by the goddess.  How can she get him to notice her while also respecting the goddess?

Rachael blesses the follower with a 7-foot stature. “Be bold and get in close! You can get his attention more easily this way!”

 

After the final person’s question had been answered, it was time to end today’s session.  Rachael collected the people from her body, mainly her cleavage, and placed them on the ground.  They thanked and her and walked to the exit with big smiles.  Next, she removed her shoes and let the humans inside crawl out.  Many were dazed but very happy.  A few chose to remain hidden inside so when Rachael put her shoes back on, they were trapped once more.  Lastly, she stood up to retrieve the people she had sat on.  They were flattened to the seat, unable to move, and some were stuck to her rear.  She casually plucked them one by one and set them on the ground where the priests helped them to their feet or carried them away.  It seemed some had been squashed under her bottom too.

 

Oh dear.

 

Her priests rushed to assure her it was fine.  It’s an honor to be squished by her marshmallow bottom and they surely enjoyed it. Anyone would.  The sat on followers who were still conscious also joined in, assuring her that they loved it.  Even though it was painful after a while, they enjoyed that too, so don’t worry!  The barrage of praise worked and Rachael thanked them for clarifying.

 

As the remaining followers were escorted by the priests, Rachael thought about that last part they’d mentioned, the part about it being painful.  Even after all these years, that was another human thing she didn’t understand.  Apparently, her divine body couldn’t feel such a thing but humans could.  Her followers would sometimes mention pain when she stepped on them, sat on them, or squeezed them between her breasts but they also said they were happy about it.

 

So pain is a thing that makes humans happy?

 

Humans are so interesting!

 

Also, the followers who were squished under her bottom would appear in her realm as angels.  She has so many but it’s been a while since she went back.  She’s been having so much fun in this world after all!  Still, it would be nice to check on them once in a while.  That would have to wait for another time though and she still had another duty to fulfill today.  She stood up and stretched then reached down and placed her hand on the throne so her husband could climb on.  Raising him to her face, they shared a kiss.

 

“Great job honey!  You’re always so generous with us humans.” he said.

 

“Oh sweetie, it’s no trouble at all!  You know how I like to make people happy.  And you little ones have such fun requests!  I enjoy fulfilling them.” she giggled and hugged her breasts with her other arm.  Her face had a noticeable blush, making it clear how much she had enjoyed their requests.

 

With her little husband in hand, Rachael left the room through the main entrance, stepping over her followers who were still on the carpet and giving them a view up her skirt.  In minutes, they left the palace and entered the main road.  It had already been cleared of traffic since everyone knew her routine included dropping her husband off at the main temple.  Spouse of the Goddess or not, there was still a city to run.  Even though he could simply live with her without a care, he insisted on helping his fellow humans and taking care of the city they had built.  Such selflessness made Rachael love him all the more. 

 

Jacob had taught her many things about humans since she’d met him.  At first, he had simply been the newest lover she’d chosen from her many followers and taken him to bed.  Then they’d talked and both realized she actually didn’t know a lot about humans despite living in this world for thousands of years.  They’d had long discussions and he’d taught her many things.  Different types of love and many human emotions and concepts.  He also taught her a lot about what humans like, which had brought great joy to her followers and Rachael herself as she discovered new things to experience.

 

The weather was pleasant, as it always was when Rachael was in a good mood.  It was only a few minute walk for her and people have come out on rooftops to see them.  She and Jacob waved at them along the way until she reached the temple.   She gave her husband a kiss, and squatted to set him down on the ground.  The streets around the temple were extra wide so the surrounding buildings were spared a bump from her prodigious rear.  The crowd under her rear, however, was given quite a view and many people quickly flocked to join them and take pictures.  Rachael wasn’t aware of this though.  After greeting the priests and priestesses who came out to see her and watching her hubby go inside, she stood back up to her full height.  With her duties for the day completed, it was time for her hobby: traveling the human world and visiting other places.  A golden glow enveloped Rachael’s body and she lifted from the ground as if weightless.  Then she picked up speed and flew off into the sky beyond the clouds.

 

***

Elsewhere on the continent, it was a normal afternoon in a normal city.  For most, their lunch hour had ended and they had returned to their work.  People were going about their usual routines when a golden light appeared in the distant sky.  It was faint at first but quickly grew brighter as it came closer.  Those who were outside were first to notice and their first thought was that a meteor was coming.  Their minds soon went blank in shock and awe as they saw what it really was.

 

Rachael descended towards the human city she had spotted while flying.  Slowing as she approached, she gracefully landed in a more open area amidst a cluster of tall buildings.  The giant goddess surveyed her surroundings and smiled with excitement, eager to explore.

“A human city to explore! How wonderful!” Rachael thought as she surveyed the area.

 

There were lots of tall buildings, skyscrapers the humans called them, some of which were even taller than her.  It was amazing to her that such small creatures could build such large structures, let alone so many of them.  Rachael had been to many human cities over the ages and she always felt excited.  Humans were always making such fascinating things and there was always something new to see.  It was one of the traits she most loved about humans.

 

She lifted her foot and took a step forward onto the street.  The people below had been stunned and frozen by the appearance of the giant, scantily clad woman but as soon as the sole of her boot entered their vision, they came to their senses and ran.  Her first step shattered the road and completely flattened the cars that had been left behind.  Her next step tore through streetlights and crushed half the road and sidewalk and several parked cars.  The pedestrians just barely made it out of the way in time but the impact sent them stumbling about or losing their balance and falling.  People screamed and the next step tore the roof off a bus and crushed several more cars stuck on the street.  By now people were abandoning their vehicles and running away with the crowd.  The smarter ones ran to the side and into the nearby buildings to wait for her to pass but many had been caught up in panic and their instincts drove them to run down the street with the group.  In the same direction Rachael was walking.

 

From high above, Rachael didn’t notice what was happening on the ground, she was simply walking like normal and admiring all the tall buildings.  Her large breasts also blocked her view below her so even if she had looked down she would not have been able to see the damage she was causing.  Her hips and thighs also scraped at the buildings as she walked, tearing gouges out of them and sending debris raining below.  Blissfully ignorant of the chaos she was causing, the giant goddess cheerfully strolled through the human city while the people below ran for their lives.  Passing by a wide skyscraper, she noticed a lot of people behind the windows and stopped to say hello.  As she turned to face them, her gigantic rear smashed into the building behind her, shattering its façade and crushing the concrete and metal it was made of.  The giant goddess didn’t even feel it, being too preoccupied with inspecting the cute little humans.  Those who fell under her gaze felt a mix of apprehension and awe.  It was scary having a giant stare at them but she was very beautiful and her expression was friendly.  When she left, there was an imprint of two craters in the face of the building behind her.

 

As Rachael continued her leisurely walk, she stepped on an oil tanker and caused it to explode.  This got the giant goddess’s attention but only because the explosion was loud enough for her to hear.  The force and heat of it didn’t even singe her foot.  She looked down, her view partially obscured by her breasts and saw little figures running through the streets.  Focusing her hearing a bit, she heard screams from the humans below.  Now, being surrounded by perverted cultists most of the time had given Rachael a skewed understanding of humans.  Whenever her followers screamed, she understood it was due to joy at her presence or in response to some kind of celebration.  Almost everything she knew about humans she had learned from them and, having no reason to believe otherwise, Rachael assumed these humans were also happy to see her and cheerfully waved at them.

 

“Humans always love it when I visit. How wonderful!” She thought to herself.

 

She had visited many human cities and they were always so excited to see her.  It made her feel happy to be so readily welcomed wherever she went.

 

In the brief moment the goddess had stopped, the crowds had fled further but it was not enough for them to escape her.  It only took a single step before she was upon them and now the streets were packed with people trying maneuver around abandoned cars and each other.  Dozens were silenced as a massive golden boot came down on top of them like a meteor.  The crowd was thick here as more joined in and abandoned vehicles slowed people down.  Each step flattened everything into a perfect imprint of her soles and generated small earthquakes.  Rachael wasn’t even thinking that she might be stepping on people.  In her city, the roads were usually clear when she walked on them and even if she accidentally stepped on someone, they were happy about it.  In fact, her followers often asked her to do exactly that.  She did not know why they enjoyed her stepping on them, but if they were happy then she didn’t mind.  Even if she ended up applying too much pressure (humans were so fragile!) their fellows would say they enjoyed that too.  Having almost always been around humans like this, it never occurred to Rachael that other humans might be different.  As such, the sweet goddess enjoyed her tour of the human city, completely unaware of the damage and pandemonium she was causing.

 

“All these tall buildings for ones so small.” She thought in wonder.  She could see through the windows of the buildings around her and all of them had cute little humans looking back at her.

 

“Fufufu, all these cuties. I want to take them home.”

 

The roof of a nearby building got her attention.  It was a little under chest height and there were dozens of humans gathered to watch her.  She paused and turned to them.

 

“Hello everyone!” she greeted cheerfully.

 

The crowd backed away, intimidated by this giant, albeit extremely beautiful, woman’s face and meteorlike breasts looming over them but two people stayed at the front.  The two, a man and woman, waved their arms at her trying to get her attention.

 

“Miss Giant! Take us with you!” they shouted.

 

“Oh my. I was just thinking about taking some of you cuties home. Do you really want to come with me?” she asked.

 

“Yes! We love you!” the pair yelled.

 

“Very well. You little cuties are always welcome in my home.” She reached down and let them climb onto her hand.  “There we go.” She raised them up to her face. “Are you two fine in my hand like this? If not, I could find another place to carry you.”

 

The woman shouted in affirmation but the man added, “You could put us in your panties!”

 

This earned him a smack from his female companion.

 

“You dummy! You’re being rude to the goddess! Why don’t you-”

 

“Okay!” Rachael declared, taking them by surprise.

“What?” was all they managed to say before the hand carrying them suddenly plummeted. Rachael pulled her panties open with her other hand and casually dropped the two humans inside.

 

“There we go! Nice and happy!”

 

A sudden flurry of stimulation made her gasp then blush.

 

“Oh my! Very happy indeed.” She giggled as she put her hands on her crotch.  The humans felt very good indeed.  Was this their way of thanking her? If so then she would happily receive their gratitude.

 

While Rachael was distracted by her new passengers, the air force had arrived.  The roar of their jet engines made her look up, just in time for several missiles to hit her right in the face.  The squadron of jets flew past and turned around for another pass.  The smoke from the explosions cleared and to the pilots’ horror, the giant woman was completely unharmed.  Despite being hit in the face by multiple missiles, one of which even struck her in the eye, Rachael was completely unaffected.  She hadn’t even blinked. 

 

“Oh? What are those?” Rachael wondered.  The attack had been so ineffective, she didn’t even know she was under attack at all.

 

The pilots were in shock.  They had all heard of the giant goddess and the intel they had said she had never been harmed by any weapon.   They hadn’t quite believed it at the time but to see their attack fail so utterly, well, they still didn’t quite believe it.  With a growing sense of dread they made another pass and fired more missiles, hoping this time it would have an effect.

 

“I remember now! Those are flying machines human made.” Rachael jogged her memory as she was peppered with explosions. “They bring these sometimes to celebrate my visits and shoot fireworks.” Two missiles struck her face and another hit her shoulder. “It seems like only yesterday humans were dancing around campfires and now they can build things that let them fly without wings.  Humans are so interesting!”

 

The jets made another pass.  Rachael waved at them as another flurry of missiles bathed her in explosions and fire.  Once again they were as effective as a light massage.  A few did manage to hit her boobs and made them jiggle.

 

“Ah! How pleasant!”, she cried.  She was a bit weak to her breasts being stimulated.

 

By now the pilots had expended all their ammunition and were retreating but reinforcements were on their way.  Rachael watched them go and thanked them for the fun before resuming her exploration of the city.  The pilots’ attack had done a good job of distracting her so civilians had been able to escape several blocks away.  Unfortunately, the attack had also stimulated her breasts.  Combined with the squirming couple in her panties and Rachael was getting rather horny.  This made her even more distracted as she fondled herself while she walked.  Not paying attention, she bumped into buildings, causing more damage.  One such building actually collapsed from her impact.  This one she noticed and apologized with an embarrassed expression.  She hadn’t meant to break the humans’ building.  They could repair it right?  Her followers always told her not to worry if she broke their buildings during public “rituals” so it should be fine right? A powerful sensation suddenly shot up from her loins and she gasped.  Her passengers must have hit something particularly sensitive. 

 

“There, there little ones! Your excitement is – Ah!”

 

Forgetting all about the collapsed building, Rachael plunged one hand between her legs and used the other to grab the corner of a skyscraper for support, slightly crushing it in the process.  That hand soon found its way back to her breast, kneading the soft mountain of divine flesh.  Then she began walking again, now not paying attention to her surroundings at all.  She was so focused on masturbating that she didn’t notice she deviating from her route.  Turning a corner, there were a lot of people who had come here thinking she would be passing by and they could safely observe her as she did.  Instead, they were taken by surprise as a golden boot swung their way and crushed half the street.

 

While the goddess inadvertently trampled people, the military reinforcements had arrived, including additional fighter jets and helicopters.  They fired missiles and bullets and peppered her back with fresh explosions but only succeeded in massaging her shoulders a little.  Rachael stopped fondling herself and turned towards the new flying machines coming toward her.

 

“More of them? Are we playing a game?” she wondered.

 

Her answer was another salvo of missiles to the face and chest, including her breasts.  Just as before, they succeeded only in pleasantly stimulating her.

 

“Oh my! That feels good!”

 

It seemed the little humans were trying to pamper her with their flying machines.  She giggled in delight as explosions once again covered her body.  New explosions on her butt startled her and as she turned to see what had done it, she was hit again from all sides.  The attack eventually ceased and the pilots waited for the smoke to clear to see if their barrage had had an effect.  They didn’t have to wait long to see Rachael’s happy smile.

 

“Thanks for the massage sweeties! It felt nice!” she said.  Once again, there wasn’t even a smudge of dirt on her body, let alone any damage.

 

The commander overseeing the mission was dumbstruck.  “Massage? We hit her with all that and she calls it a massage!?  She truly is immune to human weaponry.”

 

Knowing better than to waste more resources on a futile endeavor, the commander ordered the aircraft to retreat.  The military would instead prioritize civilian evacuation and waiting for this storm to pass.

 

For the second time that day, Rachael watched the human flying machines leave after pampering her but this time she was a little annoyed.  The humans had left her hornier than ever and she was craving something more.  What she was looking for didn’t seem to be nearby so she grew a pair of white wings and flew into the sky for a better view.  Her ascent was gentle but still caused whirlwinds to rip through the area due to all the displaced air.  Once in the sky, she looked around for something she could use.  Her panties were wet with arousal and she resumed rubbing herself with her hand as she scanned the area.  After a moment of searching, she spotted it.  An object of just the right shape for what she wanted.  With an excited giggle, she flapped her wings and flew to her target.