I guess everyone on the cruise ship is shitless scared when I emerge right in front of their speeding vessel like a kraken emerging from the deep. If they were not, they are when I reach out with a slender arm and easily stop the ship on its tracks, sending everyone off their feet. The cruise ship is still a little bigger than me, but strength is a different matter, the ship's powerful diesel engines hardly a match for my lean muscles.
After having taken care of my morning exercise, breakfast and hygiene, it's time for me to start the real day. The real day, of course, involves me doing skyscraper-sized girl stuff to a city, taking care to control myself enough to have the city lasting through the day. I'm glad I live in the USA. I would have probably run out of cities if I had been born in any other country of the world.
A group of bold but quite stupid passengers have put a lifeboat in the water and are starting to try to get away from the cruise. I call them stupid because it's not a good idea to catch my attention, and they have. I reach out and pick their boat up with two fingers. They scream as I hold them in front of my face.
"I LIKE BOLD PEOPLE" I say. They seem to relax a little. "I REALLY LIKE THEM" I repeat.
Then, I open my mouth and start shaking the people in the boat into it. They are easily beaten by my fingers and start dropping into my tongue. Once they are all in there, I toss the boat and chew.
"MMMMM" I moan as I get my tongue out and lick my lips.
The rest of the crowd in the ship is shocked, terrified. I've come to learn that eating people always has this effect. It's the same with Tim. Out of all the times he's got upset with what I'm doing, the time he found out I had eaten some people was clearly the worst.
Honestly, I cannot understand it. I mean, in the week I've been roaming around the death toll has easily been in the tens of thousands per day. I've killed tinies in many different ways, and I cannot blame accidents or carelessness for most of them. I've actually eaten only a few hundred per day, so once you put it into perspective, it's a really small quantity. And they have probably been the ones that have served a better purpose.
I'm not a psychologist, so I can only guess, but I think that what happens to everyone else, including Tim, is that they see someone eating someone else of their own. I may have to ask a few people to verify the theory. And I may need to spell what should be obvious out to everybody: I'm not one of their own anymore!
Downing the people on the boat serves two purposes. For starters, it helps to satiate me. After all, a busload is not that much for a girl my size. It has the added benefit of making sure no one else is going to attempt getting away from the cruise ship.
I reach out for the ship's prows and casually shake the entire boat with a flick of my wrist, sending everyone off their feet with my casual gesture. Then, I start wading around the large vessel, the water reaching all the way to my hips, making my lovely breasts dangle over the upper decks.
As I inspect the cruise I unconsciously start humming the "Love boat" theme, stooping with curiosity to look at all the activity I disrupted. I've never gotten on a cruise like this and I find it amusing that there is a large swimming pool on the top deck.
I reach out and easily rip it from the ship. A few people had tumbled into it when I shook it, but I don't care. I'm thirsty, so I just bring the swimming pool to my lips and suck its contents. Of course, the people that were desperately trying to swim out of the pool end up going down the hatch with the thousands of gallons of water it contained, but I hardly care. It's not the first thing it has happened. One gets used to this sort of accidents when she gets my size.
I keep wading around the ship and reach its stern. Feeling curious, I crouch and reach with a hand under the area where it meets the water. I find a handhold and start pulling upwards, the entire rear of the ship lifting and sending countless people sliding forward in deck after deck. Then, without warning, I let go, letting the ship meet the water again with a loud splash.
I keep circling the ship, now wading along the opposite side, looking with curiosity at all the tiny people that are trying to scurry away from me.
When a group gets dangerously close to the edge of the top deck, I force a sudden twirl and giggle as my large breast hits them with enough force to send them flying. Since I'm at it, I complete my turn and rest my two large boobs on the deck, trapping a couple more unsuspecting groups under them.
I've long learned that despite how soft they look to me, each of my breasts weighs a few hundred tons. In a way, they have become the weapons of mass destruction classmates had always claimed they were. So, I have no doubt about the fate of the people I've trapped under them. I just keep going, making my tits break through the upper deck and through another indeterminate number of decks until they are all the way in. When I remove my self from the ship there are two massive holes leading deep into it.
"I HOPE THEY AT LEAST DIED HAPPY" I mock aloud
I peek and lone terrified guy at the bottom of one of them. I cannot have that, so I reach into the ship and pluck him out. The inch-tall man is soon held between two fingertips, right in front of my eyes.
"I'D HATE IT IF YOU THOUGHT I HAD DISCRIMINATED YOU OUT OF SOME REASON. IT'S JUST THAT YOU ARE TOO SMALL AND TOO MANY TO NOTICE. BUT HEY, LET ME MAKE UP TO YOU" I say
Then, I bring him to my swollen nipple, which must be about his size, and push him. I feel the plop soon enough...
I reach the prow of the ship again soon enough. I turn my hand into a claw and easily rip the roof of the superstructure away, exposing the bridge. A man is trying to dash to the door, so I just bring a finger in, pinch him against the floor and pop him like a grape. I don't have to say anything for the rest to understand that I don't want them to move.
They look really nice, dressed in their whites. I smile at them and ask:
"SO, WHO'S THE SKIPPER?"
A man in his fifties but looking lean and sharp raises his hand. I smile at him warmly. I'm about to switch my register. I'm very skilled at mass destruction but years of bullying others in high school have left me with a liking for personal interaction.
Luckily, the greatest thing about my size is that it allows me to do both.
I extend a finger and bring it to the bridge, rotating it and exposing it to the captain.
"CLIMB INTO MY FINGERTIP"
The man hesitates.
"LOOK, I CAN THINK ON PLENTY OF STUFF TO THREATEN YOU WITH, BUT I THINK YOU'VE GOT AN IDEA ALREADY. WHATEVER YOU THINK MAY HAPPEN IF YOU CLIMB, IT WILL BE WORSE IF YOU DON'T"
The man nods and then I giggle as he tries to take a foothold in my fingernail in order to climb up. He is quite in shape, and he manages to get into my fingertip soon enough. I curl it, to prevent him from falling, and lift him to my face.
He surprises me when he asks:
"Why are you doing this?"
"BECAUSE IT'S FUNNY" I casually reply
"How can you have fun torturing people?" he protests
"HEY, DON'T JUDGE BEFORE YOU'VE TRIED IT. ALTHOUGH, UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU, I DON'T THINK YOU'LL EVER BE IN A POSITION TO TRY. THE ONLY ONE BESIDES ME WOULD BE TIM, REALLY, AND THAT WIMPY BASTARD I CALL BOYFRIEND IS TOO STUPID TO EVEN KNOW WHAT HE'S MISSING"
"Please, don't kill anyone else on my boat" the man says
I slam my fist on a group of people on the top deck, obliterating them before breaking through a few more decks. Looking at the captain I ask.
"YOU MEAN LIKE THIS?"
"You are a monster!" he protests
I chuckle.
"I SEE THAT YOU GET THE IDEA" I let out
He looks so cute, so red faced and enraged about my actions, that it almost feels sad to just smash him.
"I THINK I LIKE YOU" I say. "YOU DESERVE A CHANCE"
Without warning, I bring him to the top of my head and drop him there. The sun is really shining hot today and my hair has already dried. I have really long, really abundant hair and without a hairdryer or any cosmetics around, there's not too much I can do to take it any less volume. I don't mind too much, though. I've seen myself and I like the lioness look it conveys.
So, when I drop the tiny man there he is really dropped in a jungle of golden vines. It's wild, but it also gives him a chance to get a hold of plenty of stuff.
"IF YOU STILL THERE BY THE TIME I GET BACK HOME TONIGHT, I'LL LET YOU GO" I promise
Then, I forget about him and look to the city's skyline. Time to do some shopping.
It would just feel unnatural to leave the cruise ship alone, in any case, so the moment I reach its back, I steer it in the direction I'm aiming and then give it a push that sends it forward with way more momentum than it has ever had. My aim was perfect. I see that there is nothing that anyway will be able to do to prevent my cruise ship to ram into the tanker.
Needless to say, I'm very fond of myself. Turning towards the city, I ponder about how to make my entrance.
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