Wield the power of the gods

Your body flows with divine power, enough to rewrite the very fabric of reality itself. The panties of a goddess are a mighty thing. You take a second to think. Of course, it seems pretty obvious what you should do with it.

You look up at Etherial's pussy, grinning, as the panties dissolve in your hand and the power of the heavens themselves lashes out into the cosmos. Time to leave your mark on the world. The goddess shrieks, stumbling back and covering herself as her followers gaze in awe upon her blessed nudity.

"How dare you, mortal! I am Etherial, goddess of... goddess of..."

"Goddess of what?"

"Dignity? It's still dignity, right?"

"Nope. Try again."

"This is... mortal, what have you done? You have disturbed the very fabric of creation!"

"You're now Etherial, the goddess of naked female embarrassment. You're the physical embodiment of all the nude humiliation in the world. How's it feel?"

"Oh my... me! Stop looking! Stop looking! This can't be happening! No!"

"Pretty awkward, huh? What do you think the other gods up on Mount Olympus will say when you have to walk in there with no clothes on?"

"Undo it! Turn me back right now!"

"Sorry, can't. Used up all the power of your panties. Now I'm just an ordinary mortal."

"Then I will destroy you, swine!"

"The goddess of embarrassment can't do anything like that. She's too embarrassed."

Etherial sinks to her knees, her face glowing red as the sunset, covering herself with her arms. "This must be undone. I cannot present myself at the Hall of the Gods as this... this..."

"Well, there is a way."

"Anything! I'll do it!"

"All I need to fix this is another pair of divine panties. You'll have to steal them from one of the other goddesses. Maybe Sartaris, the goddess of the hunt? And then I'll make her the new goddess of embarrassment, and you can have your old job back."

"But Sartaris is ever-watchful! She's guarded by a thousand deadly nymphs! If she catches me trying to steal her panties, she'll give me such a spanking!"

"Better get to it, then. You know, one day they're going to write an epic poem about this."

There's a flash of light, and the statue is stone again. But now it's kneeling, naked, covering itself and wearing an expression of absolute humiliation. You turn to Yiantra, who is looking outraged in her lacy pink thong.

"So, looks like you're now a minister of the goddess of embarrassment. Better obey the dress code. And I think you're going to find some interesting new ceremonies in your holy book..."