I always loved those scary stories that had a giant octopus attacking ships. They crushed and destroyed things indescriminately. It gave me the perfect idea. Everyone in the water and on land watched as I held my fat fur-covered hand in front of my face. They must have been fearing that I would use it to crush them like bugs or drown them, but little did they know - they would end up with a much worse fate.
Slowly, I inserted my thick index finger into my mouth. It was probably only just over 4 inches to me, but to the islanders, it was 20 mega feet long. I sucked on it seductively and moaned. The gasp that erupted from everyone made we chuckle when I finally pulled it out. It was no longer a thick hairy finger, it was now a massive, deadly tentacle. As I sucked on each finger, they transformed. Then, not wanting to be inaccurate, I licked the palm near my wrist and out came the remaining three tentacles. The top of my hand grew huge and two, red beady eyes appeared. The awesome thing is that I could watch from above at the destruction I planned on causing while watching directly out of my hand from that point of view.
I caressed my human hand with my other hand's slimy tentacles. I lightly squeezed and realized just how strong the muscular appendages were. These little people were in for some major problems - ha!
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