I'm a Saintess, not a Goddess. It may seem ridiculous to insist on that from my part especially if you're a Tiny. But I assure you, it is fundamental. Compared to the One, I am but a measly thing, bound by the laws of life on Earth. Only, I'm Bigger. Than all. But just like you I need water, food, air. And I piss and shit. Those are hard to miss. They make me sinful because relieving myself arouses me. But I'm only 24, after all. And 5 kilometers tall, also.
Now you know my name. Yes, I'm Anyaorah the Matronly Allmother. I'm still just a 24 years old woman originally from Lagos. Sent by the One to make the discrimination against Tinies by the Bigs stop forever. I know it. And my means are simple. If you don't behave, well… I eat you. Plain and simple. With your town, your house, your friends, your family, everyone and everything. Yes, even if one Tiny only is mistreated in your city, it is over. We are past the point of gentleness that Angela the Kind extended during her stay. She was taller than me - for now, I am still a fast growing girl ! - and her centuries on this Earth changed nothing. So I need more drastic measures.
In my eyes, you understand, a Big of 1m70 or a Tiny of 1cm 70 are hardly distinguishable. You are all minuscules in front of me, insignificant basically, and in front of the One, me who will live at least a thousand years looking like an absolute bombshell is but a gnat. So, seriously, stop the discrimination now if you want to live. That's not an advice, it's an order. Because I love you all so much I’d rather kill you all that let you live in sin.
If you think you can avoid it, look at where Lagos used to be. That huge hill, hundreds of meters tall, the tallest mountain in Nigeria, that keep growing, that’s where it used to be. I knew the city mistreated Tinies. So my first act when I grew thanks to the One was to eat it. Friends and family included. I can’t show favoritism. And now, when I finish a world tour and I need to take a shit, I return there and I grow the mountain of my turd. I told you I need to do what’s natural to all creatures of the One.
The land around my excretions are piss swamps, a veritable sea of it. I heard Tinies come in pilgrimage to nestle in my refuse, the poor thingies. I try to help them settle in my privates - or elsewhere on me, I’m so big they can thrive here. And I confess it excite me knowing that they can fuck into my folds, that my body is there world. I even allowed the Bigs who fell from my mouth and survived to fall to create a city on my breasts. They are so huge that it’s really nothing more than a great patch, around a tenth of my dark skinned plateau.
I know they can live of my sweat and dead skin but I sometimes try to give them something more. Like my saliva, or my love juices, when I finish fucking a big mountain. It helps makes me feel connected to them.
Now, you’ll have to excuse me. Saintess Imogen the Immortal’s day is fast approaching, and I’d like to find a thousand of the little morsels for me to eat. I need all the luck I can, for I’d love the One to make some sexy stud grow my size. I think it’d help the world convert to see an act of love writ large like that, don’t you agree?
Oh, you are an Imogen? You're an adorable sweet thing, I’ll take good care of you when I’ll digest you, I swear!