Vicki’s World

I leave the people in the parking lot alone and walk towards the park’s grounds. Of course not everyone in the parking is actually left alone, since my short walk towards the fence unavoidably ends up with some more victims, but I guess you are discounting that already.

Free from any restraint, my oversized tits bounce and jiggle as my feet keep causing mild earthquakes every time they set on the ground. In a few seconds I’m standing next to the ankle-height barb wire. It’s obvious that it was not designed to keep people like me either in or out, so I just raise my foot a little more than usual in my next step and I’m suddenly inside PalmsWorld.

I’m so excited! The best part about being a giantess is that the world has turned into a playground. And there’s nowhere better to realize about how true this is than a theme park. My biggest problem is that there is so much stuff I want to do and so many places in the park I want to visit that I do not know where to start.

Today’s a peak day, with very high attendance, and the short work of the parking lot I’ve recently accomplished has ensured that most of the people is forced to stay and keep me company. I don’t care too much that they don’t seem too happy about it. This does not mean that I cannot tease them about it, of course.

“I CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHY EVERYONE SEEMS SO UNHAPPY” I say, mocking as usual. “THIS PLACE IS GLORIOUS”

People want to get away from me, but they just can’t. The ones that are the most terrified are probably those that are trapped in their unmoving rides as a result of my little dealing with the power substation.

I try to put myself in their shoes, but it’s hard to. I mean, I know I’ve been like this only for a short while, but somehow it’s already hard to picture myself as one of the tiny, puny fuckers. In any case, I guess that if I were one of them I would be upset at having my fun day in the park suddenly turning into a nightmare.

Without any warning, I crouch and reach into the crowd. By the time I stand up again, a young man in shorts and a red T-shirt is screaming as I hold him between two fingers.

“WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE RIDE HERE?” I ask, trying to enroll his help to make my mind up on what to do next

He looks at me, incredibly startled. Rolling my eyes, I add:

“TELL ME AND I’LL LET YOU GO. PROMISE” I say, crossing the fingers of my free hand for him to see

“Free fall” he says

“SOUNDS INTERESTING” I genuinely say

He is looking at me with pleading eyes. I do what no one is expecting: I stay true to my word. Crouching down, I set the man in one of the areas that have emptied next to my right foot.

“I WOULD GET OUT IF I WERE YOU. AFTER ALL THE WORK IN SETTING YOU DOWN I’D HATE IT IF I ENDED UP ACCIDENTALLY STEPPING ON YOU” I lie

He does not waste any time in complying.

The free fall sounds interesting. It’s almost at the back of the park, but that is hardly an issue. Well, at least not for me. I guess that it’s an issue for the people on the ground that are trying to stay away from my footfalls. I hardly consider them as I keep my eyes to my sides, looking at the rides I’m walking by. They are the only things here that are at my scale.

I playfully run a finger along the tracks of what boasts being the tallest rollercoaster in West Coast as I walk past it and eye the car stopped right on top of the starting ramp. It’s filled with people. I wink at them and blow them a kiss as I tell them “WAIT FOR ME HERE”. As if they had any other option.

An unfamiliar crushing feeling makes me look down for the first time in a few steps. It takes me a second to understand what I’ve just stepped on. An ice-cream cart! My sole feels a little colder than usual but my attention is grabbed by something else. The ice-cream guy is also there. Well, half of him is, his torso and head poking from my toe. His screams are the loudest and most anguished I’ve heard so far.

Even I am surprised that I cannot feel even a tiny bit of empathy for the little guy. To me the situation just registers as curious. Things get even more interesting when the screaming man’s eyes look up and lock into mine, staring at him over my protruding naked breasts.

“DO YOU WANT ME TO PUT YOU OUT OF YOUR MISERY?” I ask. I’m being sincere, this time. After a long second, the man nods so I just slide my foot forward and end his suffering with the ease someone would fix a wrinkle on a rug.

I could not be less bothered about what I just did. In the end, he is barely one in a list that must have already gone beyond a thousand. To say that I’m not annoyed about anything I’ve done would be an understatement.

I’ve never been a reflexive person, so the thought that the old me would have never thought so lightly about ending human life holds on just for a brief instant. I easily shrug it off by realizing that the old me would have never been able to kill anyone with such ease. Let’s face it, my perception on human life changed once it became possible to snuff a dozen of them in one step. And, having millions of them readily available, I guess that I could say that human life has become sort of a commodity.

I know anyone listening to this will think that I’m a monster. Well, you can always do as I do. If you don’t like me you can try to step on me.

I keep advancing through the park and finally reach the free fall. I cannot contain a very wide smile when I see that one of the platforms is at the ride’s peak and that it’s full of people. It’s not one of the tallest free falls in the world, barely a couple hundred feet in height. This basically means that my bare nipples are rudely pointing at the forty or so screaming people in the platform as I stop right in front of it and smile at its occupants.

Besides the screams, they react in the strangest ways. It’s soon obvious that they are trapped by the locking system. A group of them seem to coordinate with each other and start pushing up, trying to break the lock and to break free from their seats. A minute ago no one was trying that, no doubt too afraid of the risk of falling to the ground below. But now that I’m around their priorities seem to have changed.

I easily stopped their attempts by resting my right thumb on the bar, which spans the 8 seats on the front row. Then I push down, undoing any progress they had achieved with their combined efforts.

“CAN’T YOU SEE THAT BREAKING FREE IS DANGEROUS?” I ask mockingly

They scream, I’m not sure if out of fear or out of frustration for having been so easily defeated by a single digit.

“ACTUALLY YOU SHOULD BUCKLE UP TIGHTER” I say

Their screams intensify again. I guess they imagine what’s coming. It’s not as if I’ve been too subtle, is it? I go on with my plan, anyway, pushing my thumb down and making the bar push on the eight people’s legs. I don’t need to do too much to crush them. Now I’m sure that the screams are out of agony.

“LOOK GUYS, I OWE YOU AN APOLOGY. YOU ARE TRAPPED HERE BECAUSE OF ME” I say to the broader group, teasing as always. “I GUESS IT MUST SUCK, COMING TO THE PARK, PAYING YOUR TICKET AND SUDDENLY NOT BEING ABLE TO ENJOY THE RIDES BECAUSE A GIANT BITCH JUST SWITCHED THE POWER OFF. I FEEL BAD ABOUT IT. REALLY. AND I WANT TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU”

Of course, they are not buying into my tease. Who would? But then again, who cares? I just reach out to the platform and grab one end in each hand. Then I push up and I easily break it from its gears and brakes. A couple of seconds later, the platform remains at two-hundred feet in height only because of me.

I push my chest closer to the ripped platform, poking a few screaming people with my nipples and giggling. Then I say:

“LUCKILY, IT’S WITHIN MY POWER TO HELP WITH THE FREE FALL. HERE, SEE”

Everyone knows what’s coming. I just let go of the platform and watch it drop 200 feet. It spectacularly crashes right in front of my toes, sending parts flying around. I don’t need any medical training to diagnose the people on it.

With the free fall gone, I need to move somewhere else. Being my height has many advantages. In PalmsWorld once of them is that I can see what’s going on in the section of the park I’m in but also what’s going on in the section of the park on top of the cliff, since it does not even reach as high as my boobs.

I walk towards it, moving along the cable car that joins both halves of the park. I look down at the unmoving cars at hip level and smirk when I see that there are people trapped on them too. I will mess with them, of course, but it will be later. It’s not as if they are going to go anywhere else.

People in the park have been reacting to my presence, of course. The areas immediately around me have somewhat emptied. With the park as crowded as it is this only means that there are other areas that have got even more packed. And at the speed I’m moving I unavoidably end up in one of them soon enough. It’s not as if I do too much to avoid it, anyway.

I stop when my toes are right behind the crowd. I’ve never seen them packed so tightly before. They look even tinier, like this. Just seeing how many of them there are in such a confined space has this effect. In comparison my once delicate foot looks like a behemoth, dwarfing them.

I’ve stepped on plenty of people in my short experience as a giant, but I have never been in a situation where one step could be so fatal. I was talking about a dozen people before. I’m pretty sure I can get quite a few more under my sole. I’m explaining all of this not because I’m having second thoughts. Far from that. It’s just that I feel curious. I exercise my curiosity in a very simple way: by taking a step forward.

I ignore the usual screams and focus on the feelings on my sole as my foot barely stops at the layer of humanity and then keeps sinking on the asphalt, as usual. The remainder of the crowd was so close to my foot that the moment it makes the asphalt buckle a few of them are pulled towards it. Some even fall on top of my toes, which is a feeling that I start loving.

I allow enough time for all the new feelings of what I’ve done to sink in. So, when my left foot joins in an equally crowded spot, it’s quite more unremarkable. Two more steps and I’m standing by the cliff. I had judged correctly. It reaches mid-riff.

I’m about to get a hold of the cliff’s edge to push myself up when have another idea. I’m not just big. I’m bulletproof and I have “tractor beam vision”. I’m pretty sure I also got the super breath and laser vision my sister had and happily used. I’m pretty sure that I should be able to do plenty of other stuff. A girl like me should not push herself up.  Instead, I just lightly flex my knees and jump.

It turns out I have not estimated my strength correctly. As a matter of fact, I have greatly underestimated it. My body soars over the edge of the cliff and keeps climbing. I easily clear the edge and climb a distance approximately equivalent to my own height before I start dropping.

I land gracefully, imitating the gesture of a gymnast with my arms, barely flexing my knees. My boobs bounce a little, which is unavoidable, given their proportions, but my execution has been as perfect as Nadia Comaneci’s in the Olympics.

Anyone seeing me from a distance can only have been impressed. I’m pretty sure those in the area I landed have second thoughts.

I wonder, not for the first time, how to call what I have become. Giant Super Girl? Super Girl Giant? Super Giant Girl? Then I realize that there is already a word to describe my new self: goddess.

Let’s see. A goddess is supposed to be all-powerful. Check. She is also supposed to be of great beauty. Check. What else… yeah, a goddess is supposed to be worshipped. I don’t know where I stand on that. I mean, no one has been worshipping me so far, which is kind of expected. I am sure that I can get plenty of people to worship me, if I want to, though.

The thing is: I don’t know if I want to. It sounds boring. I mean, I’m out for fun, so I’d rather be a naughty goddess than a serious one. I can always get people worshipping me later, if I feel like taking a break. Right now I feel like playing though, so I start walking towards my next destination: the pirate ship.

It’s amazing how many things in a theme park can be fucked off by an electricity cut. Apparently every locking mechanism in the park is dependent on power, which means that the majority of the rides are still occupied by the latest people to get on them. The pirate ship is not an exception.

I reach it and am welcomed by the usual screams. Being quite shorter than some of the rides I’ve messed with, I need to crouch down to get a good look at it. I then sit down, to get more comfortable. I choose the front part of the ship and then spread my legs apart so that the ship is facing my crotch and each of my legs runs along each of the ship’s sides.

“HELLO” I say in my best innocent voice

It seems that my giant bombshell body is having a much more noticeable effect on the people than my voice, since they don’t seem to get any more relaxed.

I think everyone knows what I’m going to do, so I cut the crap and just get to it. Resting a finger on the ships prow, I push and am rewarded by the entire structure moving backwards, following the pendulum movement it was designed to follow. I am gentle and just wait for the ship to come back to position, being stopped by my finger again. I flex it and push once more.

The people has not stopped screaming, but now their screams are closer to the ones of someone being thrilled at a theme park ride. I start to gradually bring the intensity up.

Imagine a little girl, sitting alone, pushing a small wooden horse over and over. How long do you think it would take her to get fed up? Not too long, right? Well, that’s me with the pirate ship. I hold a little longer just because torturing the people makes things a little more interesting. Soon I realize that there is not much more to do with a pirate ship ride than pushing it with a finger. When I do, I come to the conclusion that the only interesting thing remaining for me is to check just how much strength I hold in a single digit. It’s the point where I push the ship with all the force I can muster. It’s too much, apparently. At least for the ship, which is violently sent back, hitting its brake and then breaking the mast from the hinges it was attached to in order to follow the pendulum. The entire ship is detached from the structure of the ride and sent rolling into the area on its back, trampling a few of the people that were still there. All I can do is to look cute and say “OOOPS”.

I get on all fours and sexily cat walk to the spot where the ship has finally come to a rest. My massive tits hung like pendulums as I advance towards the ship. I stop when my head is directly above it. There are still some screams, which means that not everyone is dead, which kind of surprises me. I’ve got used quite quickly to the fact that tiny people seem to have pretty short lifespans when they are around me.

“YOU ARE SOME TOUGH LITTLE PEOPLE” I say

They don’t seem too happy with my praise. Based on the anguished screams it’s clear that quite a few of them are not in great shape. The ones that are more or less OK seem to be trying something. I easily see what they are trying to accomplish: to break free of the locks.

They are battered beyond the point where teasing them makes any sense. Actually, for the first time since I grew through the hotel, I give a damn about some tinies, even if I have to search very deep inside me to find the feeling. So, when I reach out with my right hand the panic level increases but I do not actually do anything to justify that reaction. I just take hold of the stern of the boat with my other hand and use two fingers to easily break the locking mechanism that a dozen tinies could not move an inch.

I repeat the operation half a dozen times and as a result of it, close to a hundred people are freed from their entrapment.

“YOU ARE WELCOME” I say, winking

I realize right then that I’ve been too kind. One of the tinies looks at me and pleads for help!

“Please, help us. We cannot get out of the ship”

I chuckle.

“DO YOU THINK THAT’S MY PROBLEM?” I ask, not believing that he actually dared to ask. “I’VE ALREADY WASTED TOO LONG WITH YOU. GET SOME HELP, GET A LADDER OR… YOU KNOW… GROW A LITTLE. IT WORKED FOR ME”

Without letting him reply, I stand up and step over the wreck of the pirate ship, forgetting about the tiny people onboard almost as quickly as I found them.

The upper part of PalmsWorld is getting emptier. I realize that the parking lot in this section is still pretty much unscratched, allowing people to flee. I feel bad about it for a moment, but I’m a practical girl so there’s no point on worrying too much about it when I have half the park still crowded enough for me to play. So, I just walk back the way I came and when I reach the cliff’s edge I just let myself drop, my feet hitting the lower section like a bomb as I barely have to bend my knees to absorb the impact.

It’s obvious that people here do not like to have me around once more. I guess that the ones that have been pulverized under my feet as I dropped are amongst the least enthusiast.

“YOU DID NOT THINK YOU HAD GOT RID OF ME, HAD YOU?” I ask, mocking

Having people around reinvigorates me. It’s a great feeling, actually. I unconsciously put some more swagger into my movement as I walk towards one of the places I spotted during my initial walk.

I get to the rollercoaster soon enough. I stop next to its tallest point and feel even a little frustrated when I see that it reaches a few inches (to my new reference frame, of course… I guess that we could be talking about a couple dozen feet, in reality) above my head. It’s the first thing I meet that is taller than me and I don’t like it. It is curious how quickly one gets used to being the biggest thing around.

I decide here and now that the rollercoaster will pay the insolence of having tried to make me feel smaller. But not yet. First I want to play. The people in the car have not gone anywhere, so they are going to be my playmates. Or being more precise, they are going to be my toys. After all, the entire rollercoaster spreads out in front of me like nothing more than an elaborate model train set.

I walk around the tracks, observing the details and trying to understand the route the car is supposed to make. It’s a pretty nice rollercoaster, I conclude, filled with loops and twists. I stop when I reach a tight bend and smirk when I realize that a couple of steps in a straight line there is an artificial lake. I quickly devise a game in my head.

I work on the tracks. Once I’m done I move back and soon enough I’m standing right next to her car. It’s about face level and all the reply I get to my warm smile are louder screams.

“I CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHY EVERYONE IS SO LITTLE WELCOMING TO ME” I joke. “ALL I WANT TO DO IS MAKE UP FOR HAVING STOPPED EVERY RIDE IN THE PARK BY LETTING YOU ENJOY WHAT YOU PAID FOR”

As I finish saying that, I bring two fingers behind the car and start pushing it up, bringing it and the twenty-four people on board to the top of the ramp. It’s going to be a free fall down the ramp, from there onwards, and if my calculations are right, this should give the car enough momentum to keep going.

The car reaches its departing point and I address again the screaming people:

“I EVEN MADE SOME IMPROVEMENTS TO THE ROLLERCOASTER”

I give the car the final push and it starts falling at amazing speed down the initial ramp. It then reaches the first bend and takes it with a screech, keeping its speed and reaching the first loop. It’s working, so I feel satisfied and move to the spot where I made the modification. The tight bend in front of the lake is not a bend anymore. Some quick work of my fingers was enough to tear the tracks apart, the stainless steel no match for my goddess’ strength. Then, I bent the tracks upwards, creating an exit ramp that faces straight to the lake.

The game I devised is actually pretty simple: I want to know if the rollercoaster car will have enough momentum to reach the lake or not. I sit down, stretch my legs and wait for the results.

The tinies in the car yell like most people do in rollercoasters. I think they know the situation is somewhat different, though. The moment of truth is approaching and I feel excitement. I actually don’t know what is going to happen and I feel genuinely curious. The car takes the last loop and exits it with quite a lot of speed, which makes me confident. Then it advances along the tracks and finally gets into the last ramp, the one I created.

It flies. For a second it reminds me of the bike scene at ET, only much smaller, of course. I think it’s going to make it when the car suddenly reaches its highest point and starts dropping. It falls short of the lake by about a couple of feet (again, my scale… I can’t be bothered to make the effort of trying to think in regular human distances anymore). The crashing sound is pretty loud as the car hits the concrete and breaks into two, the links between its two halves not able to sustain the impact. I hear some more screams as the car rolls over itself and finally drops into the water.

I cannot fool myself. This is not what I was seeking for when I prepared the game. I wonder if it’s still worth half a point, though.

I forget about the people in the car (there’s no way they are going to make it out of the water on their own and no way I will waste my time on them) and stand up again. The rollercoaster’s possibilities for fun are over, but there is still a little matter I need to take care about. I walk back to the loop that gets a few inches above my head and reach to it with my hands.

Feeling how the steel of the structure is easily ripped as I pull the tracks apart with my hands is stimulating. Feeling it bend as I push it down is even better. The loop is no longer taller than me, but I feel like making a point out of what I’m doing. The tracks continue to easily twist and bend as I manipulate them with my hands, feeling that not only I’m huge but that I also have the unlimited power of a God, which is what I’ve actually become. By the time I’ve finished, the tracks are tightly knotted together.

I turn around and look for something else to do. The park has somehow emptied. I look to the parking lot and see that it’s just as packed as it was when I left it, with my bikini top effectively blocking the exit. I span the rest of the park’s grounds with my sight and find out where the people is going. A few of them are in the central lake. They have probably thought that I would not go there. The truth is that they probably had a good idea, although now that I see them there I’m having second thoughts and considering the pay them a visit. I see that there are others that have managed to get to the open waters of the Pacific Ocean, escaping through an opening in the outer fence.

I keep spanning the park and something else catches my interest almost immediately. I still feel bad about the tiny people trying to outsmart me so looking in the direction of the fence people is escaping through I set my eyes on a large construction container on the outer side and then bat my eyelashes. I smile as I feel the pressure building at my whim. A second later the large crate is engulfed by bluish energy and is completely under my control.

I was right before. Moving things with my eyes is quite harder than just doing the same with my hands because I’m completely untrained. But I’m getting better at it and I’m sure that I have quite a lot of room for improvement. Moving the crate ends up being quite easier than capturing the chopper and in a second I’ve lifted it over the fence and I’m maneuvering it in the direction of the opening. It drops when I release it, crushing a few people that were still halfway through and blocking the way for the rest.

“I THOUGHT I HAD BEEN CLEAR ABOUT THIS GUYS” I say. “NO ONE LEAVES UNLESS I SAY SO” I add, in a voice loud enough for the entire park to here.

With this matter now settled, I am free to move towards my next destination. In a dozen steps I’m standing in front of a Ferris wheel that’s just about my height. And practically every cart on it has a few panicky people inside.

A Ferris wheel is supposed to be a quiet ride. It’s the sort of place tired parents go or the type of ride a guy would bring his date to when they are starting to go out together. It’s slow, it offers a great view and it’s romantic. I’m about to change that.

Without warning, I reach the wheel and grab some of the radii. Then, without further delay I push it, much as if I were playing the roulette.

I’ve been telling you about just how strong I’ve become. The Ferris wheel proves the fact once more as it starts spinning at several times the speed it was designed to move. People inside do not even have the time to scream. Not prepared for this sort of violent movements, the Ferris wheel does not fashion any type of seatbelts or locks so people in each of the carts is basically being thrown around as the wheel furiously spins.

Soon the unavoidable happens. I hear some metal groaning sounds and some hinges start to break. The wheel is still holding, but it’s obvious that it won’t hold too much longer. I just reach out and stop it on its tracks in a sure move. Those in the carts right in front of my eyes are thrown around even more violently, as the centrifugal force of the wheel is suddenly stopped and gravity kicks in once more. I even see some red smears in the glass of a few carts. Ouch.

I let go of the wheel and see that it’s not going to hold. It starts leaning and I see that it will fall on its side. I don’t want that, so I basically hold the wheel with both hands and pull, finishing the demolition work on my own. Then I lift it from the structure and smirk as the entire wheel is now resting its weight in nothing else but me. I have to say that I’m not even strained.

I have to make a decision now. What does a girl like me do with a Ferris wheel of her own size? A quick look to the side shows me that even if I blocked the exit there are still quite a number of people packing the area right in front of the fence that people were using to flee before. This makes my mind up.

Turning, I rest the wheel on the ground and make an effort to keep it balanced. Then I push it and see with a smirk that the wheel is rolling and advancing. I did not give too much speed to it, but that hardly matters. The Ferris wheel is moving in the direction I wish it to move in a slow but ponderous motion. And since no one besides me can do anything to stop it, all I have to do is to face the crowd and wait for the wheel to reach them.

Sure enough they’ve seen it coming. Who wouldn’t? But they cannot do anything about it. Of course, they try to flee, to get out of the way, and some of them actually achieve it. But when the Ferris wheel reaches the crowd it keeps going, rolling over the people until it hits the container I previously placed by the fence and topples. The wheel debates which side to fall on for an instant. I decide to help it so batting my eyelashes again I let go a brief burst of tractor beam and pull the wheel towards me. It falls on top of the remainder of the crowd as I let go.

I snort, amused. Then I look for something else to do. There’s not too much. Most everything around me is either uninteresting or broken. I realize that I’ve exhausted the fun possibilities of the park in a very short while. And the scattered tiny people at my feet remind me that I’ve killed plenty of them as I was doing so.

I’ve had a ton of fun but it has felt short. I come to the realization that my size has a million pros, but it also comes with a few cons. My possibilities have increased a million-fold, but so have my needs. A massive park like PalmsWorld is nothing more than a divertimento for a short while now, a quickly exhausted source of fun.

I almost slap myself when I realize about how absurd my train of thought is. Sure, a theme park can offer me just a short time of fun, but why would I need more? It’s not as if I’m stuck in PalmsWorld only! The entire city of Palmsdale has become my amusement park and there are thousands of potential sources for fun and millions of people for me to play with in there. And when I’m done with it… well, I still have an entire country and then an entire planet to play with.

So, I should stop whining and start moving towards my next stop. I just need to take care of one last thing. The thing I came to PalmsWorld for in the first place.

I walk back towards the cliff and step by the cable car. There are plenty of people still trapped on it. More than a cable car it actually looks closer to the chairlifts in ski stations, which make it work even better for what I have in mind. I crouch and smile at the people trapped on it, with their legs dangling in the air, then reach out.

I only need one of the pairs of chairs, really, but I want it as undamaged as possible. This makes me choose one that’s obviously empty. As everything I’ve done so far, I easily pluck it out from the cable car. I have what I wanted. Time to go.

Of course, it would be just unnatural to leave the people in the chairlift without even saying “Hi”. I don’t say anything though. I just rip a section of the cable and snort as I see the chairs start sliding down the cable, which has suddenly lost tension, and into the ground below. It looks like a short drop to me, but I believe that the tinies see it otherwise.

I forget about them and walk back towards the park’s entrance. I think that people guessed I would do that, since my path is emptier than I expected. The occasional person still ends up under my foot as I advance, but a considerably smaller number than in my way in.

I crouch to pick up my bikini top and head towards the construction crane where I left Jay before getting into the park.

Stooping to bring my face level with his tiny form, I smile at him and ask:

“DID YOU HAVE A GOOD LOOK?”

He nods even if he does not look too excited.

“HOW ARE WE WITH THE SONG?”

He looks nervous. I frown and decide to give him an incentive.

“LOOK, JAY, DARLING…I ONLY HAVE TWO INTERESTS IN YOU. ONE IS YOUR MUSIC. THE OTHER IS MORE SEXUAL IN NATURE. LET ME SAY IT LIKE THIS: YOU DON’T WANT MY INTEREST IN YOU TO BECOME EXCLUSIVELY SEXUAL”

“Please, I will write something”

“YOU’D BETTER DO” I threaten, even if I use a sweet voice

I set the chair next to him and say “CLIMB”

He looks questioning. I have better things to do than explaining myself, so I just say “JUST TO BE CLEAR… I WAS NOT SUGGESTING YOU THAT CLIMBING WAS AN OPTION. GET THE FUCK IN!”

I don’t know which kind of twisted logic makes me enjoy the fact that I am able to scare my favorite popstar so easily. I guess that my new size can do that to logic too. The fact is that the climbs, anyway.

“BUCKLE UP” I command. He wastes no time to follow this last command.

Resting the bikini top in the construction crane I reach towards my left ear and remove the golden loop on it. It was hidden under my long and wavy light brown hair, but it grew with me, just like everything else I was wearing in the photoshoot.

It’s then very easy to bend the pole of the chair where Jay is sitting at around the golden loop and make it hang from it. Once I finish the operation I proceed to put the earring on again.

“GOOD! NOW I CAN CARRY YOU AROUND WITHOUT A HASSLE” I say excitedly

There’s only one last thing I need to do before leaving. I put the bikini top on. I’m not a bashful girl, so I would not have minded rampaging the city topless. But I don’t want to leave my attire here and I reason that I can always take it out again later, if I want.

I cannot be more content as I turn, look towards Downtown in the distance and try to decide how to have some more fun!