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Being worshiped and called a goddess is one of Jessie’s favorite activities when it comes to playing with her tinies at the bar. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that Jessie dreams about herself being a literal goddess rather frequently in her sleep. Not just any kind of goddess, but an Aztec goddess. Jessie’s Mexican heritage has always been important to her, and she is a descendant of the Aztecs, so the idea of being an Aztec goddess covered in gold and traditional attire was always very appealing to her.

This dream was very common, but what was NOT common was to see two of her favorite tinies kneeling before her in rags. Jessie realize this was a dream the moment she recognized the two of them, but instead of waking up, Jessie was now simply lucid dreaming, which meant she was in complete control.

“I don’t know how ya entered my dream, but since you’re here...worship your goddess. Please me, or else I might require a sacrifice.” Jessie commanded as she stared down at them with a severe expression to match her tone, her toes wiggling in their sandals for emphasis. Without another word, both slaves rushed to the feet of their goddess, each choosing a different foot to worship. They immediately got to work, kissing and licking her toes in an attempt to satisfy their stern, but benevolent deity.

The way they feverishly showed their devotion brought a very slight smile to Jessie’s face. How did they get here? Was this just a version of them that she had imagined? A version of herself and then that she wished to be true Had they been dreaming about her, so they were somehow whisked away into her dream? Perhaps these were past lives of themselves, and it was their true place to be slaves at her feet.

All of these were possibilities, but honestly, the truth didn’t matter. Eventually she would wake up from this dream, but for now...she was happy to bask in it. Perhaps tomorrow, Jessie would grab the two of them and reenact this dream in real life. This thought made Jessie, the Aztec goddess, break out in a full, eager grin.

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Jessie & Man Squishers belong to

The tinies belong to and

Want to support Man Squishers, get rewards, or join our Discord community? Check out www.patreon.com/ManSquishers

You can also follow me on Twitter! www.twitter.com/MSquishers

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Being worshiped and called a goddess is one of Jessie’s favorite activities when it comes to playing with her tinies at the bar. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that Jessie dreams about herself being a literal goddess rather frequently in her sleep. Not just any kind of goddess, but an Aztec goddess. Jessie’s Mexican heritage has always been important to her, and she is a descendant of the Aztecs, so the idea of being an Aztec goddess covered in gold and traditional attire was always very appealing to her.

This dream was very common, but what was NOT common was to see two of her favorite tinies kneeling before her in rags. Jessie realize this was a dream the moment she recognized the two of them, but instead of waking up, Jessie was now simply lucid dreaming, which meant she was in complete control.

“I don’t know how ya entered my dream, but since you’re here...worship your goddess. Please me, or else I might require a sacrifice.” Jessie commanded as she stared down at them with a severe expression to match her tone, her toes wiggling in their sandals for emphasis. Without another word, both slaves rushed to the feet of their goddess, each choosing a different foot to worship. They immediately got to work, kissing and licking her toes in an attempt to satisfy their stern, but benevolent deity.

The way they feverishly showed their devotion brought a very slight smile to Jessie’s face. How did they get here? Was this just a version of them that she had imagined? A version of herself and then that she wished to be true Had they been dreaming about her, so they were somehow whisked away into her dream? Perhaps these were past lives of themselves, and it was their true place to be slaves at her feet.

All of these were possibilities, but honestly, the truth didn’t matter. Eventually she would wake up from this dream, but for now...she was happy to bask in it. Perhaps tomorrow, Jessie would grab the two of them and reenact this dream in real life. This thought made Jessie, the Aztec goddess, break out in a full, eager grin.