Playtime chapter 10

Here is another chapter for Playtime. Thank you for your input Mark. Hope you like it.

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Imna's posture soared gigantic high above Dawnborn – the capital city of the sorcery realm. She looked with pity at the scurrying flocks as they all groveled at her feet, with the highest buildings barely reaching her hips. No one – apart from a few scattered soothsayers here and there – dared to look in her celestial eyes.

She could sense a deep, grounded reverence emanating from all of them. To witness the Goddess – they all so diligently worshiped throughout their entire life – in the flesh was a first-timer for most of them. On the surface, Imna may appear like little more than an immaculate-looking captain of some high school's cheerleading squad – with jaunty ponytails and a healthy bosom which put every piece of donned top to a stretching test. Either way, she was still a Goddess. THE Goddess up until merely moments ago. Before her ascension – thousands of years ago – Imna was simply born a mortal. With her unfathomable wisdom and boundless compassion, Imna managed to keep the scales of cosmological events fairly balanced to protect life from any large-scale calamity. Still though, there were always these baleful words of the prophecy lurking in the back of her head. A Dark Goddess would rise – born from a tainted bloodline – to plunge all who we love in an endless pit of all-devouring sorrow.

"Loitering around, are we?" a girlish voice thundered down from the skies. A giggle followed when all – Imna included – looked around, confused, in a vain attempt to localize the source of this reverberating voice, which seemed to come from everywhere.

Zoe had the time of her life as she observed them all from beyond the fabric of time and space. She allowed only her voice to seep through to the material world, to playfully address all of her subjects.

Imna heard screeches of panic spreading throughout the citizens of Dawnborn as some of them were pointing at a point behind her.

Imna spun her head and gasped like a mother seeing her toddler jaywalking across a bustling intersection when the sight of Zoe's enormous body stood stationed behind her – exhibiting itself in its full naked gloriousness.

It wasn't the rapidly expanding size that caused Imna's appalled reaction. It was Zoe's beyond perfect appearance that ignited it. Her amazing body would make even the best paid Victoria's Secret model appear like a sagging hag.

She looked truly marvelous. With a pair of athletic legs – highly toned, yet with a very sexualized, feminine look – which seems to soar unending high. Imna's attention was stuck. She wanted to observe the rest of Zoe's body, to see how the Ultimate Goddess looked in the flesh, but she was hypnotically mesmerized by the sight of Zoe's divine legs. The perfectness of her thighs, her calves, her shin. Heck, even her knees were exhilarating to look at.

Imna was finally 'saved' when Zoe broke her legs' magnetic spell by drawing attention to her feet – due to wiggling some toes. It was a queer sensation to experience something that felt like a heart attack – especially since Imna was an immortal Goddess. Yet this was precisely what she experienced when gawking at Zoe's cuddly feet. Imna's fleshly body had already a hard time processing the sight of Zoe's divine legs, but when her eyes were granted the blessing sight of her feet, her knees could do nothing else but buckle. Sitting on all fours – with Zoe's perfect feet pushed in her purview – Imna panted heavily as she struggled hard to buck herself up. She wanted nothing more than to worship the feet of this heavenly being. To live on her toenail as an infinitesimal speck for all eternity.

A whiff of concern caused Imna to take a quick eye at the thousands of tiny mortals scattered among the city. If the sight of Zoe was already far more than Imna's godlike body could bear, what would the experience be for these puny mortals then? To her great distress, Imna saw that almost all were crawling on the floor ─ meandering and moaning, crying even – all because their simple bodies were unable to process the blissfulness Zoe's physical appearance radiated. Some simply dropped death when the Ultimate Goddess materialized in front of them.

"Behold the new me." Zoe's heavenly voice spoke.

Imna cringed as her ears received Zoe's divine voice. "Not worthy…. I'm not worthy to hear you, my Goddess." She stammered.

Zoe gave an amused giggle. This was far too easy. Her presence, her voice alone, was enough to subjugate Imna - the Goddess of Light, the deity that ruled over them all for thousands of years and was worshiped and feared by many.

Zoe now realized that she was not just another Goddess, not just another mortal whose life had turned a new leaf after some prophesied ascension. No, she was definitely not one of the deities. She stood above them.

Zoe was now God, and all that was material or immaterial now had to answer to her and her alone. All and none were delivered to her whims.

God or not. I'm still Zoe. The insufferable brat. she thought with an amusing twinkling in her eyes as she scanned the city down below at her feet. Imna was still groveling at her feet.

"Look at me." Zoe said.

Imna – who was still mesmerizingly observing Zoe's feet – felt an irrepressible urge to shift her gaze upwards. She was both thrilled and anxious to lay her eyes upon Zoe, her God.

Will I be able to bear the sight of her eyes?

As Imna's eyes traveled upwards along Zoe's firm yet seductive legs, her fleshly body endured a profound shock when it was presented with the sight of an insanely sexy and sculpted abdomen. Slightly higher soared Zoe's bosom in all of its juicy and gravity-defying gloriousness. Perched on top of them stood a pair of dark and swollen nipples – like ripened berries, seemingly eager to be tasted. There was a narrow steel bar pierced through them, with two shrunken planets dangling on each side of each nipple.

Imna swallowed deeply as her being made a profound connection with Goddess Zoe through eye-contact. The sight of Zoe's heavenly formed face, Zoe's luscious lips, Zoe's intrusive dark eyes – it was all far more than Imna could bear as her body collapsed on the ground and convulsed heavily as it gave in to the most blissful orgasm.

"Th-thank you…" Imna moaned gratefully. She looked up at a towering Zoe while lying worn out among the debris of broken buildings. Zoe's body was rising again, growing taller, more majestic. Even her cuddlesome toes were starting to loom over the most elevated of buildings now.

"Please, God, allow me to earn this blessing you've just granted me," Imna begged. Imna felt the deep urge to serve Zoe, her God. A faint and pitiful voice in the back of her mind was still awake as it screamed in vain to warn her about Zoe's malicious nature and that she had to be stopped. It was a frail voice, though - unable to coerce Imna's behavior out of the mindless state of sexual servitude she felt towards Zoe.

Imna shrieked when Zoe's massive hand lowered, descending upon her as its fingers placed some bottle – roughly as big as herself – next to her. Imna frowned as she scrutinized the dark matter churning within the bottle. There was also a screw cap on top. Zoe's toes created an earthquake as they started wiggling impatiently.

Imna looked up at Zoe, puzzled.

"Earn your blessing by painting my toes," Zoe said.

Imna unscrewed the cap and saw a brush attached to it – dripping with a thick black substance. On closer inspection, Imna could discern hundreds of glittering dots mingled among the substance. At first, Imna mistook it for some aesthetic addition to the nail polish. Then she heard the praying and the screams of uncountable souls in her head – telepathically perceived in a way only a Goddess could.

These glittering dots were nothing less than stretching galaxies – with unnumerable celestial bodies – compacted down to a ridiculously small scale so they could serve as an artistic extension in Zoe's black toenail polish.

With sadness in her eyes, Imna grabbed the brush and got to work.