Quickly forgetting about the two pilots, I focus on the four tiny people on my left palm. They fit there well, reminding me once more about just how big I’ve become. Or well, I guess I should say how big I’ve made myself, since this is what actually happened. Jay is face down, something I quickly solve by rolling him over with a fingertip. He looks up at my smiling face and I say “HELLO HANDSOME!”
He starts screaming right away, which I guess is a predictable enough thing to do but upsets me anyway. The three members of his entourage are screaming too.
“SHUT UP” I command, sounding less friendly
Either out of compliance or out of shock at my thundering voice, they do as I’ve told them. Then, the woman in the group does something I was not expecting and yells at me: “Let us go, you giant bitch”
I’ve never tolerated insult well, and being a giant makes my temper even shorter that it used to be. It also makes me much more capable to deal with the situation.
Without further words, I pick the woman with two fingers and say “AS YOU WISH”. Then I toss her over my shoulder. My ears are sharp enough to hear her screams as she flies away from me and into a neighboring street.
“ANYONE ELSE WANTS TO LEAVE?” I ask, trying to sound innocent. I smile when I see three heads shaking in unison.
“GOOD!” I say cheerfully. “YOU ARE MY FAVORITE SINGER!” I add
Jay looks at me, hesitant. Then he asks:
“What do you want of me?”
I pick him up with two fingers, just as I did with the tiny woman, but I’m gentler this time. I hold him in front of my eyes and shoot him a naughty look. Then, in my best bedroom voice I say “I LOVE YOUR MUSIC. AND I LIKE YOU. I’M READY TO ENJOY BOTH”
“What about my colleagues?” he asks, after a couple of seconds of shock
I had forgotten about them. They are so forgettable, lying in my palm. At his question I realize about the use the purpose they serve.
“OH, THEM? I HAVE NO USE FOR THEM” I say and then I carelessly toss them around.
They scream. Jay, still in my fingers, screams as well. I try to quiet him down, hushing. Then I say “DON’T WORRY. NONE OF THIS WILL HAPPEN TO YOU. AS LONG AS YOU BEHAVE”
“I thought you liked me!” he protests
“I DO” I confirm to him
“Then, let me go!” he protests a little more
I laugh out loud. I realize that he has misinterpreted the situation.
“I THINK YOU GOT IT WRONG. YOU SEE, I’M NOT YOUR AVERAGE FAN. I’M MORE YOUR AVERAGE SKYSCRAPER-SIZED ALL-POWERFUL GODDESS. THE KIND THAT DOES ANYTHING SHE WANTS AND TAKES ANYTHING SHE WANTS. INCLUDING YOU” I say
“What are you going to do with me?” Jay asks, his mood looking considerably darker
“YOU’LL BE FINE. AS LONG AS YOU DO AS I SAY” I try to reassure him
“You killed my assistants” he says, the fear really noticeable in his voice
It’s hard for me to take what I just did seriously, so I let my mood reply for him. “WELL, TO BE FAIR, I JUST DROPPED THEM. BUT I GUESS THAT UNLESS THEY KNOW HOW TO FLY IT’S QUITE LIKELY THEY ARE DEAD, YES”. I even giggle as I finish the sentence.
He does not reply, but it’s easy enough to see that he did not like my answer. Well, I have more important things to worry about than the mood of an eraser-sized man, even if he is a celebrity.
“I HAD NO USE FOR THEM” I say as I shrug. “YOU DON’T SEEM TO BE CRYING TOO MUCH FOR THEM EITHER. YOU’LL RECOVER” I add
“What do you want of me?” Jay asks, still dangling from my fingers
“YOU KNOW, AS BIG AND POWERFUL AS I AM, I’M STILL A 21-YEAR OLD GIRL. I HAVE MY WHIMS AND I HAVE MY CRUSHES” I start saying. I have not done it on purpose, but I realize about what I just said and giggle. He does not like it but as usual, I don’t care. “WELL, I GUESS I HAVE MANY MORE CRUSHES NOW” I say and I giggle again. “ANYWAY, WHAT I MEANT WAS THAT I FANCY YOU. AND IN MY POSITION, I JUST TAKE ANYTHING I LIKE”
He does not look comfortable. I guess it’s a natural enough reaction. He’ll get used to his new situation, though. It’s not as if he can do anything else, is there?
“SO, I’LL KEEP YOU WITH ME AS I EXPLORE THE CITY”
“You want to keep me just for the sake of it?” he asks
“PARTLY. BUT I ALSO HAVE SOME ASSIGNMENTS FOR YOU. YOU’LL KEEP ME ENTERTAINED. YOU’LL SING FOR ME WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT. AND YOU’LL WRITE A SONG AFTER ME. I WANT IT READY WITHIN THE MORNING. I KNOW I’M GETTING COCKY, BUT I FEEL IT’S TOTALLY JUSTIFIED”
He is staring at me.
“SO, DO YOU ACCEPT THE JOB?”
“Is there any alternative?” he asks
“THERE IS ALWAYS AN ALTERNATIVE. LET ME JUST SAY THAT I DO NOT RECOMMEND IT TO YOU”
He nods. I smile at him and, without warning, bring him closer to my face. Pushing my lips out, I kiss him, my lips engulfing his entire body. I giggle when I see that there’s some lipstick on him, reminding me that I’m not only big but that I’m dressed to kill.
“GOOD. WELCOME TO MY PAYROLL” I say cheerfully.
A quick look around shows me that the people have used the time I’ve invested in Jay to clear the area around me. It was a predictable enough consequence, but somehow I don’t like it. I look further down the road and over the building roofs and I see that they are not so far away, so it won’t be too hard to catch up with them. I don’t want them to get too cocky, though, so I decide that I should better get going.
This presents me with a last problem: where should I carry Jay?
It’s not as if my outfit has too many pockets, so the options are quite limited. Remembering about the man I caught before, I reach between my boobs with my free hand and pull him out. His body is limp and sticky. The combination of a shiny and hot day, an oversized rack and a bikini top that pushes my tits together even more than they would naturally do has the effect of making my cleavage quite sweaty. I guess the man just suffocated. Just a few hours ago men would have died to get to second base. Now this one has done it, literally.
I can only feel amused at the consequences of placing a man in one of the most desirable parts of my anatomy. Unfortunately, this means that I cannot place Jay in there, which was my initial idea. Tossing the sticky man aside, I try to think on how to solve the problem.
If my bikini top is not an option, I doubt my bikini bottom will be. Being a goddess is an arousing business, so my womanhood is as damp as my cleavage, even if the cause is different. I cannot place him in there.
I feel frustrated for a second, thinking what should I do if I finally do not find a convenient way of carrying him. I’m sure as hell that I won’t be holding him in my hand for the rest of the day. I need freedom to use my body to have fun as I see fit, and something as small as Jay should not interfere on that.
I even consider releasing him when my determination kicks in. I’m a goddess, for God’s sake. I should be able to do anything I fucking want.
I can see that Jay is startled by my attitude over the last while. I ignore him and focus on looking around instead, trying to find an alternative. My eyes zoom in and zoom out in different sections of the city. I spot car accidents, fleeing crowds and smaller groups of panicked people but I do not see anything that I might use. Then I realize that I have been limiting myself. Turning around, I watch the section of the city at my back, a section of the city that has been spared of my presence only because I’ve chosen to walk to the front after growing rather than looking around.
My attention is quickly caught. It is so obvious, so damned appealing. And I was about to walk away from it! Thank God I had the need to look back. I would have never been able to forgive myself if I had not visited PalmsWorld.
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