"Don't be afraid. I'll tell you what...", she touches your face with her hand, then shrinks you so you wind up as ant-sized slave in her palm. "You can play here instead..." The Goddess holds your now-tiny body against the rivet on the hip of her jeans.

You are now facing the giant gold rivet. It's almost twice as big as you are. The Goddess presses you slowly into the gold metal, so your soft body crushes and liquifies into pink jelly. She laughs at the way the rivet shines from the moisture your guts have created, when she pulls her finger away.

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