Hera: Goddess at home The Prodigan Gentle Giantesses chapter 3 by Rokaido2

Hera was a model for an agency. Hera was only a stage name, a name she gave herself. She was often described as having the body of a goddess by her fellow models, so she adopted the name of the Greek Goddess of the same name. Their description of her beautiful body was apt, she had long, permed, chestnut hair that fell behind of her knees. Her breasts were a generous pair of luscious T-cups. She often received accusations of getting implants from her jealous juniors. Newcomers sometimes asked if she had gotten pregnant, but no, her breasts were the real deal. All there was to it was being the lucky winner of the genetic lottery. Her hips, thighs and lips were quite impressive too, but Hera’s hair and breasts were the main act. Her unmatched body was what allowed her to become her agency’s most popular model. Her job was quite profitable, but she desired for something more... Something a bit more risque... 

Hera wanted to display her full, bodacious, beautiful body in the nude for the crowds to see. The crowds loved her, but she believed they would appreciate her body even more if she wasn’t bound by fabrics. To her, the human body is a beautiful thing that should not be constrained under cloth. There was no shame in displaying yourself in the way God intended. She had been blessed with arguably the most gorgeous body in the world, why should she cover it? She doubted her agency would grant her wish. All they wanted her to do was pose in whatever brand of clothing their sponsors requested. She can pose however she wanted, but nudity was a no-no. Hera understood. The company wanted to avoid controversy and an act of public nudity would earn her a trip to the police station and a subsequent firing from the agency. Still, Hera was frustrated. She could walk around in the nude all she wanted at home, but there was no-one else there. No boyfriend or roommates waiting at home. No-one to appreciate her heavenly body. She needed eyes on her. She needed to be in the spotlight, but in the way she wanted. Sometimes, Hera wished she were a goddess. She could impose her will and change society to match her desires. Sadly, she doesn’t have such power, but what she does have is money. If she cannot change society, why not buy one instead? 

Modelling was quite the lucrative occupation. Hera rarely spent on her fortune on items beyond her needs, but when she did, she spent it on an unusual commodity, people. This was the audience she dreamed of, a tank containing billions of Microputians. A captive audience all to herself. Every time she came home from a photoshoot or fashion show, the first thing she would do was go up to her room and strip bare naked in front of her tinies. She proceeded to perform a series of poses and dances for her tinies. The swishes of her chestnut mane and the jiggling of her sizable bosom entranced all in the miniscule civilization that the little ones called home. Even though she was exhausted from work, she always had energy to spare for the tinies in her room. Her tinies loved their Goddess, and she loved them back. As their Goddess, she could fulfill her ambition of shaping an entire world to match her desires. She created a culture where nudity was encouraged, where the human body was made to be appreciated in all of its glory, a truly sex-positive society. With Microputians and Lilliputians being naturally horny, they were receptive to their Goddess’ ideals. During her private shows, the tinies were easily turned on by their Goddess’s displays of her titanic, gorgeous body. The shows would often descend into mass orgies. No matter where they were in the world, the Micros and Lills desperately needed their urges satisfied, NOW! Cities, towns, villages, farms, meadows, forests, all were filled with couples lying on the ground, passionately kissing and engaging in intercourse. A suitable method of worship for a Goddess like her. It was glorious. It was everything Hera ever wanted. Her perfect little world. She was beautiful, glorious goddess with trillions of loving, microscopic worshippers.