"Well, just because a girl's 500 feet tall doesn't mean she doesn't have to take care of herself," you comment. "But I'm sure you can all help me out a bit."
You lean over the group of jocks, grinning deviously.
"Now. My teeth are still a bit dirty from lunch today. And I don't have a toothbrush. But I'm sure you guys can figure something out, right?"
Without hesitation, you lick several players off the rooftop, taking them into your mouth. Sitting back, you say through your mouthful of jocks, "Alright guys, get 'er done! I won't swallow you or anything. Unless you do a bad job or something!"
You giggle as you feel the sensations of the tiny football players walking around on your tongue, scrubbing away at your teeth. It feels good having a squad of tiny little people to wait on you hand and foot. Speaking of feet, you could do with a massage. Swinging your feet up on the stands, you point at them wordlessly. Hesitantly, the rest of the team walks down and gets to work.
Lying back, you relish the sensations of the services being rendered. You are a goddess who deserves all of this and more.
After a good amount of time, you spit out your "toothbrush" and lift the others off your feet.
"That was fun, guys," you giggle again. "But I've got some other ideas. What do you guys think about...
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