A few days later, Mom wakes up on a literal bed of clouds. The hot, mature, nude goddess of the universe rolling over in her bed, and yawning with a start. The earth and everyone on it having been cast aside for the past couple days as she toys with her newfound power; creating a paradise for her and her family to live in, meanwhile the world floats and gently rotates atop her dresser fashioned out of the color pink itself. Powerful atmospheric shockwaves washing over the entire thing as she casually tap taps on the glass that shields it; causing massive waves of wind to wash over the entire thing. Global power outages, and countless mild injuries resulting from Mom's casual poking

"GOOD MORNING EVERYONE! DID YOU ALL SLEEP WELL?~"

Her voice booms. Not causing damage, but ringing in everyone's ears. The spell that mom inflicted on them of making everyone love her had long since been lifted, purely because she was bored with everyone agreeing and praising her 24/7. All of humanity squeaking up at her in complaining, when suddenly, out of nowhere, the entire planet says in unison.. "We love you Momma! <3". Controlled by a playful, idle thought of hers. Their collective billions of voices being just loud enough, to where she could BARELY hear them over the sounds of leaves rustling and birds chirping; in the perfect utopia she created for herself

"AWH! I LOVE YOU ALL TOO!~"

She smiles back, giggling at the flurry of complaining and whining that people start praying up to her. The world was torn in half about Mom. About half of people wanting her to give up her power and make things how they were, while the other half actively praise her; disagreeing with her actions some of the time, but praising their new godess nonetheless. Something they quickly start to yell up and complain about en-masse as she says...

"HUMM! I WONDER WHAT A PLANET FEELS LIKE~"

Ignoring the pleading and begging of all of humanity, as she reaches down with her manicured fingers, and roughly pinches the tiny globe. Letting out a little "Oh!." in surprise as the tiny cradle for mankind desintigrates like wet sand in her grip. Being ground into nothing as she grinds her fingers together, only for it to re-materialize in front of her face. Everything getting ravaged by her morning breath, and destroyed by her incomprehensibly loud voice as she teases

"NOT AS TOUGH AS I THOUGHT! BUT DON'T WORRY, I CAN MAKE YOU ALL MORE DURABLE~"

And then the earth was a wash cloth. All 7 continents and oceans not on the surface of the fabric, but as an animated illustration painted onto the fibers. The new edges of the square world becoming an impassible barrier, that seems to go on forever to endless ocean. The earth no longer being harmed as she grips the precious cloth, and uses it to wipe the sweat off her forehead, breasts, and lower back. The colors fading and becoming saturated with humidity of mom sweat as their entire civilization is used to dry off the underside of God's tits.

"I THINK THIS IS CUTE! DON'T YOU ALL?~"

She says, holding up the (to her), barely dirtied cloth to her home's thermostat. But rather than just changing the temparature of her house, it changes the entire ambient temperature of the universe; which she turns down to a comfy 72F. Mom just giggling as she holds the earth in her palm

--Mom that was gross! It's so wet and smelly everywhere. Please change things back..
--So cute! We're so lucky to have such a cute god~
--Your thumb is squishing the sky! Are we gonna die?!
--At least stop controlling us! It's scary and weird...
--So much for science I guess..

"OH SHUSH! I'VE BARELY DONE ANYTHING TO YOU DEARS. IF ANYTHING, I THINK THINGS ARE MORE FUN THIS WAY! NOW NOBODY HAS TO WORRY ABOUT ANYTHING~"

She says, carrying the earth cloth with her to the kitchen, and sets it on her countertop. The counter was similar to granite, but slightly more sparkling in the low morning light. Mom having taken the rest of the old universe, and turned it into a neat counter to set her coffeemaker and kitchen appliances on. Countless alien civilizations and cosmic wonders that she hadn't bothered to know about, being used for the mundane purpose of holding God's loaf of bread as she makes herself some toast. The now cloth earth, facing up towards the cieling, unable to see the universe, but instead seeing their god's boobs as she stands over them and finishes fixing her breakfast

"SEE!.. AH SHOOT. YOU GUYS REALLY ARE PERVERTED YOU KNOW THAT? HMPH~"

Mom glancing down at the world, and makng it so everyone has a complete breakfast in front of them. But also making it so that instead of whining, or even praising, everyone who prays up to her says the same thing...

--We love your boobs so much!
--We love your boobs so much!
--We love your boobs so much!
--We love your boobs so much!
--We love your boobs so much!

"OH! YOU'RE TOO KIND! THANK YOU SWEETHEARTS. HAHA~"

She teases, as she carries them over to her kitchen table, and uses the earth as a coaster for her coffee cup. After a couple drinks, a little bit of the brown liquid drips down the side of the cup, and seeps into the earth's fabric. Entire continents and oceans being stained brown, and made to smell like a mixture of mom's saliva and coffee beans. Nobody able to voice their concerns to her at all as she leaves them stuck praising her boobs for the 10 minutes it takes her to finish her meal