While Janice was fondly watching the effects of her fun, a horde of screaming people rounded the corner behind her. They must've thought she was somewhere else. 'More toys!' she thought, and began to crawl on all fours towards the crowd, which had begun to reverse course.
"No, don't leave guys! Don't you want to play?" Janice called playfully. She got up and jumped into the crowd. With a thud, the goddess landed on her rear, moaning when she felt all the tiny people beneath her become her tattoos. The survivors began to scatter, but with some careful herding from Janice, they all ended up in front of her again. Using her legs, she trapped them in a ring. She moved her legs closer to her body, forcing the people closer to her vagina. The first few ran into it, but resisted going inside. Those behind them pushed them in to try and escape her legs, which had crushed those not fast enough to escape. Then Janice helped them along, lending a few fingers to shove the rest inside of her. It was a tight fit, and she loved every moment of it. Janice just lay down and let the fighting of dozens of people in her pussy bring her to orgasm. When she finally came again, her walls tightened and crushed many of the tiny people in her. She looked on happily as their broken bodies came pouring out, further covering the street in her love juices.
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