Beach Vacation
By VivettaVenray
(WARNING: Contains vore, digestion, cruelty, tentacles, weirdness, and gore among other things)
(NOTE: This story is similar to "Cinnamon Bump" in themes. Namely, it's got a lot of omni and power stuff alongside the size content. It's not exactly a sequel though, as the "protagonist" is different.
Also, this story is just a bit of fiction. I'm mentioning this because the main character kind of rips on a man's appearance, and I want to emphasize that the views presented by said character aren't necessarily my own. Everything in here was written for appeal, [attempts at] humor, or story purposes.
On that note, I took writing this story not too seriously, which made for an even more fun and fast time writing it. If the story seems a bit goofy at times, that's probably why.)
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Chapter 1: Beach Time
Clear blue sky, gentle ocean breeze, and warm summer heat. When time comes to the hotter seasons, it’s hard to beat a beach in fun. That’s why Ming Li made sure to spend her vacation near one. The young woman had just finished her first year of grad school, so it was a rather happy occasion, and she was looking forward to a fun summer break.
Clad only in a small black bikini, she was stretched out across a black and white beach towel which just screamed ‘basic’. Her purse and canvas beach bag rested near her head, with the latter containing a change of clothes among some other beach-time “essentials.”
Ming Li’s black hair was short. It wasn’t so short that it looked like a man’s cut though, but it was too short for a ponytail or anything. Well, she thought she could probably ‘technically’ tie it into a pony-tail, but it’d be so short that it’d be more of a ‘pity-tail’ really. What was important to Ming Li is that her hair was short enough to stay the fuck out of her face if she lied on her stomach.
However, she wasn’t on her stomach. Instead, she laid on her back with her taut and perfect tummy facing the sun, greedily lapping up the warmth of star rays. Despite her fair-skin the lithe, subtly-curved woman had no sunscreen on, but that was no problem since she didn’t burn or tan. Similarly, didn’t have any sunglasses on either, as she didn’t need to trouble herself with the sun hurting her gaze. If anything, it’d be the other way around.
Ming Li relaxed, one legged crossed over the other. Every so often, her bare foot idly bobbed, not a speck of sand on its pale-ish and perfect sole. The undersides of her short, unpainted finger and toe nails were similarly free of any irritating sand grains.
Life was good. Not even the shouts and splashes from college-goers in the crowded waters disturbed her. She was relaxed... for 30 or so minutes.
At that point, someone stomped near her head and jostled her out of her recreation. It was ok though, since they were kind of cute. The interrupter was a young woman, 20s, with long black hair and an itsy-bitsy yellow polka dot bikini on.
Ming languidly opened her eyes so her brown almond-shaped eyes could meet this new comer’s.
"Uh, hi miss" said the tan woman. "I'm super sorry to tell you, but a sand sculpture competition is gonna start soon in this area of the beach."
"Sand sculpture? So, sand castles?"
"Well they don't technically need to be sand castles, but most of the competitors do go with that. Anyways, I'm so sorry to disturb you, but, would you mind moving?"
"No at all.", said Ming in one of her sweeter tones of voice. She quickly gathered her towel and purse and moved off leftwards along the sandy coast.
She quickly found another perfect little spot with enough space between herself and others that she wouldn't feel closed in, yet not so much space that someone would try and set up near her.
In this spot, she proceeded to rest.
Ming didn't fall sleep per-se; she just relaxed. It was kind of like meditation, but her mind wasn't empty or anything. In fact, at several points, she was thinking of more things at one time than all of humanity had thought up in its thousands of years of history.
This was easier than it sounded for someone like her, and she did it quite often on accident.
But, there were also moments were her mind was blank, and it was pretty nice. So nice, that she stayed in her relaxed state for a solid 2 hours. At the end of that time, she jolted up upwards in a perfect hands-free sit-up.
"Fuck.”, she said.
“I forgot my beach bag."
So, Ming Li hopped off her towel and walked back along the beach to where she used to be. She felt joy at seeing her mono-color beach-bag right where she left it. She also felt a *little* concerned to see it was behind one of those barricades with the movable stands from which that flexible but sturdy band of fabric came out between.
Also, in front of the little barricade was a man in black swim trunks with a thin, black, water-safe vest that had the words “Beach Security” written on the front in yellow font. The man had a sturdy, short build with hair running down his bare arms and legs. Ming even noticed he had some hair on the top of his feet, like a gorilla, or some sort of fantasy race that drinks and eats too much, and is probably noisy.
Ming didn’t know if he would be noisy, but she was betting on it. The man had his brown hair in own of those ‘let me see your id’ haircuts.
‘Look at those sunshades.’, thought Ming. ‘How obnoxious, they might as well say ‘douche’ on the side. I guess he needs them that big and dark to hide his beady little blue eyes’
To top it off, as Ming sauntered over across the sands, he looked right at her and crossed his arms. She got the feeling that *anyone* would get the feeling that he wasn’t gonna make getting her bag easy.
But, she tried anyways. Walking up to the man she gave a dainty little wave.
“Hey there. I’m sorry, but I left my bag in the competition area it looks like.”
Ming pointed at the bag which rested, untouched, near a sand-castle in progress. The sculpture in question was pretty tall: about as much as a car is. Said sculpture stood close by a long white table complete with three beach chairs where upon sat three people who must’ve been judges. Seemed everyone was still putting the finishing touches on their works, as in the distance some woman was patting out the feathers of her giant ‘sand duck’, and someone further down had sculpted some cartoon character out of beach matter.
Ming thought it looked like a pretty ‘stupid-fun’ kind of contest. The security guard, in contrast, didn’t even turn his head to look at her bag, let alone the other goings-on. Instead, he looked down at Ming from the lofty inches of height he had on her. She could feel his beady-eyed glare from behind his sunglasses, and had to struggle to neither laugh nor groan at it.
He said nothing. Ming quietly lamented that of course he was the type to make her ask.
“Do *yoooou* mind if I get it?”, asked Ming.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that miss. The competition’s started and spectators have to stay outside the barricade lines.”
“I see, well, I’m not a spectator. I just want to get my bag and head back farther down the beach to my spot.”
“If you’re not in the competition, judging it, or filming it, then you’re a spectator.”
“Soooo does that mean *you’re* a spectator?” asked Ming with a cocked eyebrow.
“No, I’m beach security.”, said the man. Ming could tell from his tone of voice he wasn’t pleased by her last question.
Ming wished she had some table surface to drum her fingers on to more politely convey her annoyance. Although, she didn’t wish it so hard that it actually happened.
“Ok, well, could you go get it for me then?”
“Can’t do that that ma’am.”
“Why not?”
“Cause I’m not a part of the competition. Unless there’s a situation I don’t go past the barricade either.”
“Alright well can I just go get it please. I’ll be in and out super quick. I probably couldn’t mess with that giant sand castle if I tried.” said Ming, lying on the last part.
“Like, I *reallllly* don’t see why I can’t just go in and grab it. It kind of hurts no one.”, said Ming.
The beach security staffer wrinkled his nose and stood up even straighter. He let silence linger a few noticeable seconds.
‘Is this guy fucking serious?’, thought Ming to herself. She was growing irate.
“You wanna know why I can’t let you get that bag?”, he said.
‘Here we go...’
“I don’t know, sir. Did you smell too many free samples at the glue factory? Microwave burrito burn your tongue this morning?”, said Ming.
He seemed unamused, but also unphased.
“Two words ma’am: personal responsibility.”
‘Oh my fucking-, he’s one of these types.’
The guard kept talking.
“You had ample time to clear the area before things set-up but wanted to ‘chillax’ with all the other ‘beach-babes’”
‘People actually talk like this?’, thought an incredulous, even more irate Ming.
“Actions have consequences ma’am, and you need to take responsibility. You can pick up your bag at the lost and found once the competition ends in a few hours.”
“A few hours?!?” said Ming, loudly. “So I’m supposed to be hang around for a few hours, when my bag is right there?!?”
The man lifted his shades, showing off those beady blue eyes.
“You’re not just supposed to man. You’re gonna.”
He let his shades fall back on his nose, thinking the gesture cool or something.
Ming sucked her lips into her mouth a bit, looking away to try and contain her temper.
She failed.
With sucking noise from her tongue to start,
“Look, dude, I can read your insecurities like an open book, and from my intimate knowledge on how the universe works I *promise* you that no matter how much you flex your beach powers you’re *not* gonna sprout up 5” inches in height. 5’7” is totally fine for some women so all your time fretting over it’s wasted.”
She seemed to had hit a nerve, and kept talking.
“I know that you want to try and seem intimidating in society’s much lauded and direly important job of *beach guard*, but the moment you put on flip-flops that became impossible. I know you really want more respect as the kind of person who stops others from peeing in the ocean or leaving behind a soda bottle, but it just doesn’t happen does it?”
His face started getting a little red: with anger, not sunburn. A vein twitched near his hairline in a pulsing little tantrum. Ming went on.
“I know you try to be a douche to compensate for that, but all your doing is causing stress and embarrassing yourself. Besides, unlike an *actual* douche, you got about a 0% chance of getting anywhere near my vagina. So, let me get my bag and go back to my spot, then you can go back to pretending your life has some semblance of importance and meaning ok? Cause I’m gonna cross that barricade right now, and I’m warning you ahead of time that if you try and stop me-”
The man yelled his next words.
“Ma’am if you cross that line you *will* be subdued.”
“If you try and stop me,”, Ming continued, “I’ll show you what a *real* power trip looks like.”
Ming walked towards the barricade with the seething security staff member watching and in the way. She reached her bare arm to touch the barricade.
The security guard, red as a beet, moved his hand out to press against her stomach and hold Ming back. His hand crumbled back into his arm, fingers twisted, gnarled, with bones poking out. The bone of his elbow shot out like a bullet, shattering into shrapnel, some of which pierced the brain of the poor, handsome man working on that giant sandcastle behind him.
Howling in pain, the guard’s face turned to one of shock and terrified awe. His entire arm had essentially exploded: blood, bone and ‘meat’ bits flew all around him, though mostly behind to paint the sand castle sculpture a shade of red.
When an object touches another object, a force is exerted and, in normal circumstances, an equal and opposite force is exerted back. That is how physics works, *normally*, and it’s through this law of physics that someone can break their fist when punching a dense metal wall.
In the moment when the guard pushed Ming, she had willed her body to be as dense as a neutron star at the area of impact. A neutron star is typically so dense that a teaspoon weighs millions of tons. Consequently, and combined with some temporary tweaks to the laws of physics via Ming’s cosmic powers, the man’s arm essentially exploded on impact.
Ming smirked as the shower of gore and the man’s screaming continued. His warm blood gushed everywhere a bit thicker than any fine sea mist spray the ocean could offer.
She snapped her fingers and instantly cleaned herself of the mess, though it continued to go on around her. There was an artery in that arm, and it was gushing out like a fire hose with the head cut off and the fireman asleep at the hydrant.
“Ah, how satisfying.”, uttered Ming.
The beach guard continued his relentless failing.
“Jeez~~, cool down a little will you?”, she said.
Smiling, Ming pursed her lips together, and blew.
*“Pufooo”*
Despite how gentle her breath usually was, that particular exhale blew every inch of skin right off the man’s body. It also vaporized his clothing. Ming made sure the former happened first, as she wasn’t exactly in the mood to see his naked dong. A skinless schlang, however, she found more acceptable.
Expectedly, the man’s screaming only intensified. A gust of wind blew some sand his way to irritate a body now entirely exposed in pretty much every sense of the word. Blood dripped from the crimson-red man to stain the sands below. His beady blue eyes met Ming’s delighted brown. Teeth grinding first, he proceeded to let out a primal scream driven in equal parts by rage and raw agony.
Ming laughed, eyeing the contours of his abdomen now freely exposed. She saw the way blood drifted through the squares of his abs like some red thick river. Her gaze trailed the sweet sanguine fluid as it bathed his biceps. Every painful twitch he did flexing his stuff. Looking at him now made her feel a bit warmer than just the solar rays could account for.
Her teeth found her lower lip in a gentle nibble. She made a sucking sound with her tongue again.
“You know, without all the skin in the way, your musculature’s pretty nice. I was just gonna leave you to die in the sands, but I think there’s potential for some fun together.”
Ming wiggled her finger and an oval of space-time warbled near the flayed man. An aperture had opened up, leading into some pinkish realm. The man turned to take a peek, and saw fields with lot of pink villi-looking nubs, many lined with some glistening fluid. He saw a lot of other stuff in there too, mostly pink as well.
Pink flesh tentacles reached out of the portal to grab his arms and legs. One draped across his skinless pectorals to rub the area sensually while Ming giddily twisted her toes in the sand.
“W-what the-, what is that place?!?”, screamed the man.
“You can think of it as heaven, or hell. Depends on your pain tolerance, and how kinky you are really.”
More pink tendrils of varying thickness came out, coiling around him further.
“No, no-mmfnfn!!!” he muttered, as one such tentacle started slithering down his throat.
The limbs pulled him into the portal, which sealed. At the same time, a blushed Ming shivered with delight in the hot summer afternoon. She quickly regained her composure, however, as she had literal eternities to play with him and all the others in there.
“Haha, ah... manlets, when will they-”
“Everyone get out the water!”, came a loud, megaphone-amplified voice to interrupt Ming.
“Evacuate the beach! We have a biohazard on the seashore. I repeat, biohazard on the seashore.”
Ming looked around to see everyone panicking. People were running out of the ocean, stampeding through the sands. The beach was crowded on such a nice day, and almost everyone nearby saw the blood explosion and subsequent deskinning of a living man. Word traveled fast that something was going on, to the point that lifeguards started giving announcements.
“Ah I guess everyone did see all that there, didn’t they? Oh well.”, mused Ming.
She turned to the left and faced the waters. There, people will falling over themselves trying to get back to shore.
“Oh no no, the beach is crowded enough as it is.”
She waved her hand and an invisible wall formed. Everyone trying to get back to store ended up bonking other heads on the transparent construct instead. Upon realizing they were stuck in the water, their screaming and flailing only intensified.
“Ugh, noisy too. Let’s put an end to that.”
Another wave of Ming’s hand and the seawater began to heat, bubble. With just a thought and an extraneous gesture, Ming caused the entire ocean to boil or, rather, all the world’s oceans to boil. Every ocean was connected after all, separated only by the classification and criteria of all humanity throughout history. Ming’s criteria was simpler: she wanted all the water to be deathly hot so people would shut up. She didn’t want the ocean to boil away into gas though, so vapors cooled back down upon getting farther up from the sea.
She knew the plan would work, but it didn’t work right away cause the screaming only intensified. Flesh cooked from all the men and women stuck behind her wall of force. It even sloughed off as they beat their hands against its invisible surface.
Ming took a deep breath for another satisfied sigh. Her nose twitched as the smell of boiling flesh reached her nostrils. Titillating in a weird way, but also distracting. She made it so her coast-long force-field blocked out the odor.
She turned around, watching people trying to flee the beach. Ming spoke, and no matter their her distance from them, her voice reached them as though speaking face-to-face.
“Whoa where’s everyone going? There’s still a sand sculpture competition happening. If I don’t get to have a normal vacation, then I will have an extraordinary one, which means I’m gonna win it!”
Aside from that bit of obvious oddness, the sand beneath everyone’s feet reached up to grab them and tug them down to their waist. Everyone besides Ming, that is, and the three judges who were cowering in their white beach chairs by the table.
Ming walked a bit towards them. She rested one hand against the unfinished car-sized sand castle, pointed at it with the other, then addressed the judges.
“The person working on this died. That means she’s disqualified right?”
The two men and one woman stared with looks of horror on their faces: they also had a bit of blood there, too, from the earlier security guard incident.
“Uh, well, I suppose technically-”
“Great.”, said Ming. “That means there’s a spot open right?”
“Well,” said the woman. “N-normally no one is able to join once the sand sculpting has already started.”
Ming glared, and the sand by the judge’s flip-flops began creeping upwards.
“B-but yes, you can compete.”
“Nice, since I’m starting late I’m only at a disadvantage right? You made the right call.”, said Ming.
Ming Li faced that castle sculpture and rubbed her hands together, giving them a quick blow after. In front of the bewildered judges, she then quickly grew to about 125 feet tall. Thanks to her spread leg posture, the sculpture wasn’t pushed away like the other sand by her feet. Said feet now stretched over 18ft long.
Without much warning, she arched her right leg back for a kick right through the old sand sculpture. Oodles of sand went flying across the beach. Much of it drifted down atop some unlucky people suck torso-deep into the sands nearby. A couple of them, an even unluckier subgroup, started to suffocate as the stuff covered their head.
To make matters worse, Ming had also sent the corpse of the guy previously working on the sculpture flying. Though none of his insides got on her, or even stained the suddenly-clean build area, it did spray as trickles in his arc. Bits of blood and brain matter fell on the hands of sand-stuck beach-goers, who could only intensify their screams in response. Some *did* wiggle their heads to try and get the grossness out of their hair, albeit not to much avail.
Ming spun her heels to face the judges. This kicked up another little sand storm, and splattered those oh so important 3 judges with a little more sand.
With a smile, Ming bent down and dug her hands into the beach and scooped up a bunch of sand before looming back right. A bit of hand-shaking for showmanship, and she let the sand drift back down through parted fingers. As the sand fell, it did so orderly, eventually forming what looked like an impeccably crafted model of a city. Roughly the size of a car the sculpture, oddly enough, came complete with moving figures.
"Do you like it?”, began Ming.
“It's a model of San Beach City. It's accurate down to the nearest micrometer, and even comes complete with all its residents too. That's right, real life sand people with hope, dreams, and an existential crisis probably a bit different than the ones a typical office drone is used too.”
The judges were in awe: terrified, but also in awe. The sand people seemed to move around as though neither Ming nor them were there. Why, there were even sand cars and buses zooming along the sand roads. Every time the little sand traffic lights would switch, they’d emit a puff of sand too for show.
Ming Li spoke again.
“Now, considering the quality of this sand sculpture, there's no reason for you to not declare me winner of this contest aside from spite. And, if you're gonna be spiteful, I'm gonna be spiteful back."
Ming Li stuck her tongue out of her mouth and wiggled it. To the judges, in another context, this might've been stupid looking at best, cringe at worst. However, since she was 125ft tall, and had recently degloved an entire man with her breath, it had the intended effect of sending the bad kind of shivers down the spines of the three judges.
“Y-yes of course.” said the bearded male judge. “I think we’ve seen enough to declare the winners r-right you two?”
He looked to the center and right judge, and they nodded.
“Y-yes, you are the winner. Congratulations.”
“Great!” said Ming. The beach groaned as she shifted her weight for a somewhat-sarcastic, cheering pose on her end. Her arms were held high.
“That of course means I can do whatever I want with my sculpture now, since I already won.”
Ming lifted her right foot and moved it above the city-sand sculpture. Curiously, this came with a rushing wind. The judges turned around to see San Beach City in the distance: it was the closest city to the beach, after all. To their surprise, they saw a gigantic foot hovering over it, attached to an equally gigantic leg. They couldn’t see much higher than that, but the leg was attached another body of Ming Li’s: one that was over 100 miles tall.
When Ming hovered her main body’s foot over the city sand sculpture, that titanic body of hers did the same to the actual San Beach City. Those on the streets of San Beach City could look up and see the pale-ish canopy of her perfect sole filling their sky, darkening them in its shadow. For once, Ming’s feet actually had a bit of sand stuck to them as would be expected, and the titanic body also had sand grains on it, though they were much larger by being to her scale.
Ming wiggled her toes, shifting the digits and, consequently, her sole enough that sand rained from her main body’s foot. This meant the gigantic boulder-dwarfing grains of sand attached to the titanic body’s foot also fell down to rain on the *actual* city. Cars were crushed, buildings cleaved.
During this, one judge turned around, his mind unable to bear looking at an object as large as the titanic Ming’s foot for so long. He found himself looking again at the main, 125ft Ming, who was also gigantic but not ridiculously so. As the sand grains fell from her foot there, the sand sculpted cityscape reflected the damage from the falling sand grains off the titanic body’s foot, even though the sand on the main Ming’s body wasn’t actually causing damage to the sculpture.
Moreover, he saw the sand people of the sculpture look up in horror at the main body’s foot, running around and reacting to Ming’s presence now. The sand cars were crashing into each other. Some sand people burst into grains as they died from the large sand grains dropped by the titanic Ming's. A few ran towards the edge of the sand San Beach City sculpture, only to find they couldn’t leave the city limits. All was cast in her foot: both the sculpture, and the somewhat distant real metropolis.
“Did you figure it out?”, said Ming Li: or rather, both the bodies did at once. The judges had to cover their ears to stop them from ringing as the titanic body’s voice vibrated through the land louder than thunder. Those poor souls still stuck in the sand had no such luxury, and dealt with the unhindered ringing atop their other troubles.
“It’s mirrored. Whatever my main body does, the titanic one does too. The city is mirrored too, with the sculpture. All the sand people you were seeing are mimics of real people in San Beach City, the cars mimics of the cars, and so on. When someone dies or breaks in the sculpture, the city equivalents share the fate and vice versa.”
Laughing, Ming slowly began lowering her foot. More grains of sand fell from the right foot of both her bodies, causing more calamity. Yet, all that would pale into comparison as the feet began to touch down proper.
Ming’s main body finally stepped on the tallest building in the sand sculpture, which just fell straight downwards. This was mimicked in the real city as well, with the building collapsing unexpectedly fast even when the titanic body’s 14 mile-plus foot touched it. Ming was mimicking whatever was most destructive in cases of conflict, it had seemed. So, that building fell as tiny little grain-sized bits of rubble in the real city too.
She took it slow at first, savoring the feelings of buildings and sand buildings collapsing with ease against her sole. She had chosen 125 feet cause it was *just* the right size for her car-sized sand sculpture to fit square under her sole. So, when she couldn’t take the anticipation any longer, she stomped.
The sand sculpture collapsed with a *bomf*, all the sand people’s inaudible screams were silenced at once. All the buildings flattened with just a puff of sand.
San Beach City, however, did not go so quietly. A cacophony of sirens, car alarms, and screams were extinguished not to make way for silence, but for the sound of a massive, reverberating earthquake which shook the ground for miles and miles. The sands on the beach shifted, sucking those trapped a little bit deeper, and brought them a little bit closer to be being swallowed up outright.
Ming cooed as she felt gas pipes explode under her titanic body’s foot: the jubilant sound from the bigger body an echoing mini-quake in and of itself. She slowly lifted her foot up, and the last of the explosions quickly finished beneath that titanic, 100 mile-plus body of hers. She wiggled her toes again, dislodging all the sand from her main body’s foot, while countless tons of powdered rubble, steel, and bodies fell from the titanic body.
She sighed, one last booming echo from the mimicking titanic body. Then, a snap of her fingers rung out and the titanic body was gone. The judges looked to the 125ft Ming, horrified as they realized that a large foot-shaped print was in the sand, meaning what was left of San Beach City was likely stuck in a similar, much larger indent in the Earth itself.
“What a fun competition.”, said Ming.
“W-what are you?”, said the flabbergasted female judge.
“Me, while I’m the winner of course. Was there a prize?”
“J-just this ribbon.” said that judge, and she held it up.
Ming scoffed. “Keep it. I don’t need it. I did it for the challenge.”
She laughed.
“In fact, I’ll even help clean things up. Since I won, all those other sculptures aren’t needed now. Oh, and you judges aren’t needed either.”
Ming snapped her fingers and the sand reached up to claim those three judges. Their purpose now served, muffled screams echoed from the sand they had sunk into, alongside sick cracking noises.
“Now then, let’s clean up shall we?”, said Ming aloud and to no one in particular.
Still 125ft tall with her main and only body on the planet, Ming marched towards the nearest sand sculpture while seemingly paying zero heed to any sand-stuck beach-goer in her path. She did of course know they were there beneath her steps, crushed outright or pushed deeper into the sands under-heel. However, she didn’t bother looking. The young woman wasn’t trying to step on them. Rather, she was just taking the most efficient path to the nearest sand sculpture. If someone was in the way? Well, that wasn’t her problem.
The nearest sand sculpture was the giant sand duck. An amazing little edifice of grains. Ming raise her left foot up and stomped it down flat. Nearby, stuck in the sand up to her shoulders, was the sculptor of the piece. They were a nice woman, early 30s, with long brown hair.
Tears welled in her eyes as her hard work was flattened so carelessly under Ming’s foot. She cried for other reasons too: lots of stuff going on that day after all. Yet, that was indeed the straw which broke the back as they say.
Ming noticed.
“What?”, she said from on high. “Are you seriously crying that I stepped on your sand castle? That’s not very appropriate, you know? You realize hundreds of people just died in the waters right? Boiled alive? That's not including the millions around the boiling seas elsewhere off the beach, or the millions who will die if the situation persists as it is due from food shortages due to ecosystem collapses. I didn’t even *mention* the many billions of sea-life cooked alive either: well, just now I did.”
She laughed.
“Point is, your problems are really just a pittance. Show some respect~”
Grinning, Ming moved her big toe to the sculptor and pushed her screaming, crying head under the sands to suffocate.
Ming then moved on to the next contest entry, stomped it down, then the next, and so on. If the distance was a bit more than she felt fit to walk, she simply teleported to the location, often stomping down right as she blinked in. Whether or not the sculptor was flattened down with their work depended on their proximity to the sculpture, and thus her foot. Also, whether or not they griped at all was a component.
Once done, Ming teleported back towards her beach bag. “Hmm, well I suppose I don’t need to actually carry you back now.”
She blinked her eyes and the beach bag teleported back to her towel.
“Alright, I think I’ll enjoy the rest of the beach time by myself. Which means, yes, this is now a private beach and you’re all trespassing: penalty, death.”
As before, she let her voice be hear by everyone on the each, most of whom broke out into wailing.
“Although, I suppose I could use a little company. The sun is still out, and it’d probably feel nice to have some lotion rubbed on me. Let me take some of you: just the cutest. Four should do.”
Ming walked up to some elderly man, begging for his life.
“Ugh gross.” A wave of her hand and the sand claimed him, filling his mouth till he could no longer scream while sickening crunching noises echoed from below the beach.
She then spotted a cute looking woman, mid 20s, with a black pony tail. She walked up to that head sticking out of the sand, letting her clean toes stand nearby.
Ming looked down. “Oh wow, you’re pretty cute. What’s your name?”
“Tiffany.”
“Well Tiffany, it looks like it’s your lucky-, wait, is that a mole?”
Ming squinted, noticing the tiny black-brown dot on the woman’s cheek.
“Ugh, gross. Why’d you go to the beach instead of saving money to get that thing frozen off.”
She lifted the ball of her foot above the woman’s head.
“W-wait, no please! Don’t!”
Ming stepped down, feeling the woman’s head sink into the sand.
“Close, but no cigar.”
Ming manually checked a few more, stomping out anyone she thought too ugly. It was like she was playing whack-a-mole with her feet, only the animatronic moles didn’t pop back up. The people were crushed by sand once submerged, then whatever left of them was turned to sand as well by Ming’s will. She didn’t want to walk on a beach knowing it was full of gore beneath: at least, not for now.
“This is taking awhile. I think I’ll scan you all and bring the best over. Let’s see.”
Ming closed her eyes and shrugged her shoulders, focusing. She brought the four cutest people on the beach before her feet. She didn't just teleport them there. Rather, they glided along the beach, tugged by some invisible force that zipped them before the towering woman in her black bikini.
“Ah perfect, two of each gender with all the major hair colors covered.”
Indeed, there was a man with red hair and pale skin in dark blue swim-trunks, and a man with darker skin and black hair clad in black swim-trunks. There was also a lithe blonde woman in a green bikini, and brown haired woman in a red one.
They blinked up at her in horror and confusion. She bent down and plucked them out of the sand, holding them in her palm.
“Perfect, now let’s get myself back my normal size, and you get down to your ‘right’ sizes.”
Ming shrunk down to her usual height of just over 5ft tall. The people in her hand dwindled down with her, too bewildered to scream. Oddly enough, they didn’t stop shrinking once Ming reached her normal scale. Instead they kept going till they were about an inch in height.
“There we go. Now, I can finally get back to my spot.”
Ming began to walk, pausing a moment.
“Oh yeah.”, she said with a wicked grin. Her voice reached everyone on the beach as before.
“Like I said, the rest of you are not needed.”
A wave of her hand and all the hundreds of others, stuck in the sands, slowly started sinking. Their screams crescendoed to a maximum cut short by the influx of sand into their whinging mouths. Once submerged, they were crushed by the grains before all that their bodies once were was turned to sand itself.
Ming walked by the sinking people all as it happened, holding her shrunken little pals loosely in her curled fingers.
Her beach spot was her target destination.
Chapter 2: Massage Time
Ming walked back towards her black and white beach towel in the distance. The four shrunken people in her hand were mostly quiet, just a bit of whimpering. Once the crunching noises from those below the sands ceased, she actually had something close to quiet for once.
The beach was hers, and Ming was happy to have asserted that fact.
She reached her spot on the sands soon enough, good as new and untouched. While she was away, someone did actually try and steal her unwatched purse, and for that sin their existence roiled in agony off in some far off dimension. Otherwise, no one even went near the area.
Ming crouched down over her beach bag, which she had teleported there earlier, and fished out a bottle of sunscreen lotion with her free hand. She looked down at the four inch-high people in her palm.
“Names, by the way? Actually, don’t tell me. I’ll just read your minds, quicker that way. Wow, really? ‘Guy’? That’s your name?”
She stared at the trembling pale red-haired man huddled in the center of her right hand.
“Haha, it is isn’t it? Wow, my own ‘tiny guy’. Hahahaha.”
She found that very amusing, laughing for a good few seconds. Then, she stared at the brunette in the red bikini.
“Also, ‘Lois’ huh? Very old fashioned.”
She laid down on her back on the beach towel. A tilt of her hand unceremoniously slid the people off her hand onto her taut tummy. The living ‘ground’ grumbled and shifted lightly beneath their naked feet. Ming squirted a gob of the thick, white, coconut-scented lotion just above her her navel region. Bits of it splashed off to speckle the four shrunken people.
“Alright, Lois you pair up with Romeo over there, Guy with Michelle. Then... get to work! I expect my entire front to be covered up to my neck at least. Feel free to have fun doing it. Just, don’t have so much fun that it bugs me.”
Ming laid back with her arms crossed behind her head. She sighed as the sun beamed down on her body, treating it with warmth. Ming often figured that if the sun were sentient, it’d bribe her like this to avoid being turned into a snack or something. If that was the case, it was working so far.
The four shrunken people looked down at the fair-skinned body beneath them. Three of them moved to the pile, coating their arms in the lotion. One protested however. It was the red-haired man, Guy. He spoke up.
“Hey!”, he shouted.
Ming didn’t look. She spoke.
“Here’s a pro-tip, you might wanna just dive into the pile of lotion there to just cover your whole body. Then you can probably slip and slide around. That’s probably funner for us both-”
“Hey!!!”
The little man shouted louder.
“Oh, you what are you doing? Get to work dummy.”
“No.”, he said. “I’m not some servant you can bark orders to. I’m a free man, and I’m not some-”
Ming sat up fast, knocking all of them over. She reached over with her finger towards Guy.
"Ok, yeah, I'm not really in a mood to break you in right now, so let me just nudge that problematic consciousness of yours a bit deeper into your mind."
Her finger tapped his top of his head. For a moment, the man spasmed, but then quickly stood back upright and dived right into the lotion. He wiggled out of it like a worm, rolling over Ming’s tummy before fanning his limbs out to spread the stuff around and massage the area.
Ming smirked.
"Yup, there we go, now unless the rest of you want to experience the dysphoric thrill of being in self-aware semi-coma while moving against your will, you'll get to work on the lotion business."
The other three, horror in their eyes, dove into the lotion as well. They mimicked their modified acquaintance in strategy, doing their best to please Ming.
Lois moved towards the thigh region, crossing over the black bikini bottom alongside Romeo. Michelle traveled upwards towards the chest alongside the body-slaved Guy. Whenever any of them ran out of lotion, they simply moved back to that central gob.
“Perhaps it’s true what they say,”, mused Ming. “The best tiny Guy is one who follows your every whim without question.”
She laughed.
Time went on and the work continued. Ming got tired of feeling the big cool dot of lotion on her stomach, so she willed it away and just materialized a tiny, never-ending bottle of lotion for each of her shrunken servants to carry.
“There, now you can all work a little faster, even if the cut-down on return trips towards my navel means I feel your little feet pressing down against my supple skin a bit less. Oh well~”
Ming relaxed some more, resting her eyes without sleep while the four worked. Lois and Romeo were coming back up from the legs. Meanwhile, Michelle and Guy were creeping up her bikini top and moving up to her neck.
Now, the neck is a sensitive region. It wasn’t exactly an erogenous zone for Ming. Yet, the skin there was a little thinner than elsewhere, and she felt Michelle’s feet tickle around her collarbone nicely as the little blonde crawled up her skin.
Feeling a fun urge rising, Ming decided to indulge. While Guy started to rub his hands into the right side of Ming’s throat-area to massage the lotion in, Michelle paused. All the lotion coating her body felt cool, cold really, enough that she shivered. The consistency also changed a little bit, and it smelled even more coconut-y.
Before the shrunken woman could get back to work, Ming pinched her up by her long blonde hair. She fidgeted and screamed, which caused Lois and romeo to pause what they were doing on Ming’s tummy and watch.
Ming moved Michelle over her mouth. The black bikini’d woman’s tongue snaked out to glides across her own lips. Teeth sucking against her lip flesh just a moment, Ming opened wide and started lowering the woman into her maw.
Michelle felt the hot, sweet breath wafting up against her body. She kicked her feet wildly, screaming as she felt her hair tug on her scalp in Ming’s hold.
“S-stop, what are you doing?!? I did everything you asked!”
That crimson muscle started licking at her legs. Audible “mmm”s shook her body as the ‘lotion’ on her was lapped up a bit first. Her two legs were the first to pass the threshold of Ming Li’s lips. She felt the suckling pressure against her thighs.
“Stop, n-no!”
The tongue tip snaked between her legs; Ming was practically purring with her savoring noises.
Ming let go of Michelle’s hair and slurped the woman into her mouth. She started by licking off all the chill, coconut flavored icing on Michelle’s body. She wasn’t actually licking up the coconut lotion, as that’d be weird even for Ming. No, she changed it earlier. She had originally thought to do cold whip cream, but then the texture would be too different from that of the sunscreen.
So, icing did just fine.
Without shame or guilt, Ming fondled the inch-tall Michelle in her savoring. The pale-skinned blonde’s screaming and fidgeting form bulged out against Ming’s cheek during some intense sucklings, prompting fear from the other two shrunken people who still had their consciousnesses piloting their own bodies. Her tongue tore Michelle’s bikini lose, and some suckling tugged it off and away.
After a bit more of the flavorful fun, Ming swallowed with a satisfied and obnoxious sigh. A small bulge appeared in her throat, jostling Guy as it shifted beneath his crawling, massaging posture by her neck.
Lois and Romeo stared down at Ming’s tummy. They heard it gurgle, and they heard their fellow servant in there, screaming and begging for help. Plenty of painful shouts too, like “it’s burning!” and “my eyes!”
Ming noticed the lax in their labor, and sat up to glare at them. Guy tumbled down towards her cleavage.
“What? Don’t stop, idiots.”
She laughed.
“Sorry, it’s just, like, have you ever watched a cartoon show, where the villainess kills a minion while they are doing something for her? Like, uranium mining or whatever, maybe they didn’t swing the pickax fast enough. And then, she’s all like ‘You don’t wanna end up like her right? Then get back to work hurr durr’”
Ming laughed again.
“Well, same shit, so get back to it, chop chop~”.
The two of them got back to work real fast. They worked hard during the sunscreen massaging. They were desperate to not be subject to the same fate Michelle was. Of course, Ming didn’t eat Michelle cause the blonde woman was bad at the work: she just felt like it.
‘But, hey, whatever gets them doing their best~’, thought Ming.
At some point, Ming decided that her front was done. She did this by turning over, and the two servants in control of their bodies screamed. Thankfully, instead of being crushed, they simply popped into place on Ming’s upturned soles, one each, the moment they would’ve been crushed. The tiny Guy got Ming’s lower-back all to himself as she rested with her chest to the towel now.
Massaging continued, with Ming fidgeting now and then whenever the shrunken ones massaged especially nice, or whenever she thought of something amusing or pleasant enough for a little movement.
The work went on and on, with Lois and Romeo massage lotion into Ming’s feet before moving upwards along her legs. Guy, of course, was as dutiful and devoted as any slaved-body could be.
As the work proceeded, plenty of military personal and others tried to get into the San Beach City area. After all, they had just registered tremendous destructive quakes in the region, and the world governments thought the super-heated waters of the oceans might have something to do with whatever was going on there.
There was also that giant foot print too, set in stone and oozing a bit of lava form when Ming’s titanic body had snuffed the city out earlier. Definitely some strangeness going on.
Alas, every time anyone went in the area, over some arbitrary bounds chosen by Ming, they quickly found themselves at the icy pole to the planet’s north. It didn’t matter if they went in the area on foot, or jet-plane, or even if they just hovered a satellite above the enormous print Ming’s step had left; if they went in the area at all, they quickly found themselves in an icy wasteland.
Ming had thought it ironic that those trying to interrupt her beach vacation would get a winter wonderland instead. That no one sent was equipped to survive the subzero temperatures awaiting them made it only sweeter.
The three shrunken servants worked away at Ming’s posterior side, while the one devoured servant was steadily worked away by the churns of the black bikini’d woman’s gut. More time passed, and pretty soon the sun started to set. It was just about that time Ming decided her lounging and sunscreen massage session was over.
So, Ming rolled over. Lois and Romeo screamed as they thought to be crushed, only to appear on Ming’s taut tummy as she laid with her back on the towel once more.
She sat up, sending them tumbling atop her lap.
“Wow I can’t believe you guys screamed again for that, you should’ve guessed what would’ve happened since I did it before. Your short term memory isn’t that bad, right? Anyways, we’re done for now so the question is what to do with all of you.”
Ming shifted to sit cross legged. The three shrunken people tumbled so that all were atop one of her thighs.
She glared at Guy.
“Well, there’s not much point in keeping you around. You’re basically a sentient servitor since I stuffed your free-will and consciousness away. No point in making you do stuff for me since I could just create a better-bodied slave-minion for that: one with a few more arms or something. I also know if I let you control your own body again as opposed to just feeling it that, well, you’d try and defy me. You wouldn’t succeed of course, but from looking into your dumb little mind I know your revenge fantasies are pretty brutal and gross.”
She snapped her fingers and Guy began to levitate. His body hung limp like a rag doll still, despite his consciousness able to sense and feel everything around him.
“I think I’ll punish you for your rude thoughts. Let’s see, how about... I turn your center of mass into a little, somewhat contained black hole? That seems fun.”
She snapped her fingers again and, from the perspective of Lois and Romeo, Guy collapsed in on himself as a bloody mess. It happened too fast for their minds to really process, and looked almost like a flash of crimson viscera and white bone. After that, everything he was, was gone, as Ming didn’t want to leave a tiny black hole just floating around.
“Neat, right?”, she said to the other two. “That looked really quick and painless, but the thing about black holes is they dilate time. From his perspective, he spent a good few years in a spaghettified state. Pretty painful but, perhaps the fate of all tiny guys is suffering?~”
She laughed, the mirth trailing off to a sigh.
“Anyways, I suppose I can see myself have fun with you two again, so I’ll keep you. Let’s get you nice and snug in your own private sex cocoons for now.”
She dashed her finger through the air and two two-inch-tall portals opened up, leading to a pink realm with pink villi-like nubs. Pink tentacles came out from that fleshscape to ensnare the shrunken woman and man by their limbs.
“I hope you like the idea of immortality a whole bunch, since you might need to ride the hype of that for awhile to keep your mood up with all that goes on in there.”
The tentacles tugged Ming’s new ‘friends’ inside, and the portals sealed. Her entire body shuddered a moment, her palms to the towel to steady her form while she regained her composure.
“Mmf, wew.”
Chapter 3: Me Time
Ming looked across the bubbling waters at the sunset. It was a perfect blend of orange, pink, and purple-ish hues. It was definitely one of the best sunsets she had seen on Earth. All the better, it was entirely hers to enjoy, since everyone in a many-mile radius of her was dead.
“Ah, nice.”, mused Ming. “But, I think I’d prefer it nighttime~”
So, she willed it nighttime. More specifically, she willed the Earth to rotate on its axis faster, so she had a view of the stars. Time didn’t actually fast forward or anything.
She also wanted to relax with a nice drink, and sit in a hot tub. So, a hot tub appeared on the beach as a smooth, ivory-like basin with bubbling waters, hot and clear. She was lounged back in it, sighing as the hot water pampered her body.
Ming considered turning the entire ocean into her hot tub. It was already constantly bubbling, with vapor running off of it and cooling back down again. All she would need to do was grow to several miles in height: an easy task. However, she thought it’d be kind of gross to soak her body in the same water filled with billions of dead sea-life. Also, a bunch of human corpses were cooked there too after all.
‘Plus, the water would be salty.’, Ming thought.
She felt her hot tub on the beach idea was definitely better.
Her right hand outstretched and a wide-brimmed and clear glass formed, with the glass stem stretching down between her fingers to widen out at the drink’s bottom. The glass was red with sweet syrup, a virgin cocktail, filled with ice shaped as perfect cubes and complete with a green straw.
Now, Ming Li didn’t choose a virgin cocktail cause she was a virgin of course: she had quite literally fucked brains out before, and she often indulged in lewd and kinky business over myriad dimensions. The choice wasn’t merely a pun to amuse herself with.
No, Ming just wasn’t a big fan of alcohol. Drinking that stuff wouldn’t really have any effect on her unless she wanted it to, so it’d just be a pointless flavor bitterant. Her liver could process the entire planet’s liquor supply and then, if it could talk, it’d probably say, in a cockney accent, “is that all?”
At least, that’s what Ming thought it’d say, and how it’d sound, if she ever became so desperate for entertainment that she’d make her more mundane organs talk.
She took a sip of her drink, the sweet grenadine-laden liquid cooled her tongue and throat as it journeyed down. She sighed.
“What a nice little setup, but not perfect.”
Ming decided that although the night stars were pretty, they weren’t pretty enough. She wanted to see a galaxy: specifically, Andromeda. So, Ming willed the night sky to show her that swirling mass of star light that was Andromeda galaxy.
She didn’t do this by moving planet Earth, nor by moving the Andromeda galaxy. Both those methods would have resulted in her having to expend more infinitesimal efforts on her part which she didn’t feel like doing. If she didn’t, then tug of an entire nearby galaxy would tear the planet apart, and the coldness of space without a nearby star would have mucked the planet up pretty bad.
Instead, she just messed with the fabric of space-time itself in the area around the sky, giving her a perfect window of the galaxy as it took up the view of the darker sky. It illuminated the entire beach its own beautiful and starry way.
“Wonderful.”, said Ming. She lounged back for a moment and felt her wet bikini top against her skin. It wasn’t fully wet, but the bubbles of the hot tub were doing that thing were they bounce up to steadily wet it, bit by bit. It felt nice, but a weird sort of nice she didn’t want.
‘Fuck it, why not.’, Ming thought. She set her drink down on the side of the tub and undid her bikini top, tossing it behind herself and letting her two perky breasts be free in the night beach air.
She leaned back in the tub, lifting up a foot. She was definitely enjoying herself, but not as much as she could. Not as much as she thought she deserved.
Since Ming could make anything happen, she thought she deserved anything she wanted. The woman realized she was missing entertainment, and few things were more entertaining than space warfare.
Ming focused and summoned two planets to hover in front of her naked chest, above the bubbling hot tub waters. They were the sole planets of the Flurz and Zirquan alien species. The left planet was mostly green, with the right planet mostly orange, and they belonged to the Flurz and Zirquan respectively.
Each planet was about the size of an apple in comparison to Ming, who eyed them as all the billions of aliens got their respective bearings. They sent out all sorts of communications every which way, asking what was going on.
Ming answered aloud, letting her voice boom from her comparatively post-planetary, hot-tub dwelling self while also making it sound to the aliens’ hearing organs as if her voice came from just in front of them.
“Welcome... mortals. I’m Ming Li... the great... goddess. Yeah. You two are now at war, so fight, and make it flashy. Thanks.”
She took up her glass again and had a sip through the thick-green straw it had.
“Wait, what?”, came the verbal consensus of the Flurz high council.
“What do you mean? Where are we? We are detecting high amounts of heated H2O in our planetary space.” was what the High Mecha-Lord of the Zirquan said.
“Uh you are in my divine realm, hovering over my sacred waters.”, began Ming.
“Now can you start fighting please? I picked you cause you each already have some space ships flying about, so it didn’t take too long to get started.”
Indeed, both the planets were swarmed with some hovering spaceships of a make capable of navigating the localized zero-g bubble of space Ming had summoned them into: the one above the waters of her hot tub.
The High Mecha-Lord of the Zirquan protested.
“But, we are not enemies with the Flurz. In fact, we have never encountered these Flurz. Scanners show they seem to be some sort of tentacle-limbed humanoids, and the existence of their own spaceships shows intelligence which can mean negotiations-”
“Ok, no.”, said Ming. “You’re fighting, I told you to.”
“But why must we fight?”, continued the High Mecha-Lord. “There is so much to explore in this new and divine realm. For instance, we are detecting traces of salted H2O in the air which-”
“Stop. Start shooting each other please.”
“If we attack these people before communications, then we could be missing out on important mutual exchanges of-”
“Ok, nope. Enough.”
Ming snatched her fingers and the entire Zirquan planet disappeared, along with all the spaceships hovering near it. Everyone on said planet, the Zirquan High Mecha-Lord included, found themselves in a sweet smelling situation. Half of their planet was now under some red fluid, with much of it splashing atop the dryer parts. Even the spaceships were stuck in these new waters, unable to fly out.
“There? Happy now?” said Ming, speaking so they all could hear still. “Now your entire planet is a drink ornament. I hope you have fun swimming in my stomach acids, eventually, since you won’t drown in my beverage.”
She gave the glass in her hand a little shake. The planet quaked, some chunks falling off, but no one died yet, even as the sweet red waters filled their throats.
“I gave you all gills so you couldn’t drown. Also, you can now breath grenadine with them as easily as water, congratulations. Consider it a divine evolution from yours truly.”
Ming had a bit of a laugh, then continued.
“It’s kind of funny, all your years of evolution and development, all that history and you’re just an accent to my beverage. Kind of reminds me of that Ozymandias poem, especially with all the sand around us. ‘Something something... gaze upon my works ye mighty *annnnd* drink up!’”
Ming moved the straw to her mouth and drank up a few gulps worth of her beverage alongside many billions of Zirquans. Those Zirquans traveled down her throat, screaming all the while till they plopped down into Ming’s stomach. There, the torrid, acidic air and juices started working them down.
A few lucky ones missed the acidic fluids pooled at the bottom of the stomach, instead landing on the dissolving body of the one-inch tall Michelle, who seemed to them like some sort of lesser godlike being. Though they had to tolerate the more macabre nature of the situation, they’d likely manage to live a little longer within that churning organ as a consequence.
The topless woman let out a sigh, laughing. She heard a communication from the Flurz council again.
“Oh great Ming Li, what is this ‘sand’ you spoke of? It interests our greatest scholars and-”
“Ok, nope. No.”, said Ming. “The show must go on. I want a space battle and I *will* get it.”
Ming summoned another planet from the far reaches of space. This one was a purplish-pinkish shade, predominantly, and belonged to the Hegzot alien species. It wasn’t even 5 seconds before the Hegzot’s Chief Poobah spoke into his space broadcasting device.
“What is the meaning of this spatial-temporal disturbance? We of the Hegzot seek to-”
“Shut up.”, said Ming, and she filled the minds of all the Flurz and Hegzots with intimate knowledge on the fate of the Zirquan.
“Now unless you want to suffer that and ten times worst, you’ll start fighting each other. Go on, battle. Winner gets a prize. No more questions.”
A minute or so later and the ships on both sides started to move. They flew towards the space between the two worlds and started battling one another.
The green and purple ships blew each other up with a variety of exciting and flashy weapons. Beams of rainbow light immolated Hegzot bomber ships; Hegzot frighter-class ships launched super-sonic missiles at Flurz battle-blaster vessels, rending them into hundreds of pieces. Ming was able to take in every single detail.
Many destroyed ships flew so far from explosions that they fell out of the localized space-time anomaly of a ‘battlefield’ Ming had made. They plummeted into the normal gravity-laden spaces, and thus fell into the bubbling waters of the hot tub below.
Ming wasn’t keen on sharing the waters with anyone or anything, so said chunks were typically removed from existence: not that there was anything to salvage anyway.
She watched, sipping her drink now and then. Although Ming didn’t let the Zirquan die outside her stomach, their planet did rotate in her glass with every motion of the drinking vessel. Eventually, this meant all of them were in the icy-cold sweet waters at some point, and thus sucked down her throat with her sips.
The battle was coming to an end with Ming’s drink half finished and the Zirquan people entirely so.
She found the conclusion thrilling: The Hegzot had rushed towards the Flurz planet with their strongest, biggest vessels. Once there, they dispensed their highly destructive energy bombs on the surface of that planet till the call for surrender finally came from the Flurz council.
“Nice show.”, said Ming. “Guess we’re done, and the winners are the Hegzots. Wow, what an upset! If I didn’t have to swap out the Zirquan, you actually would’ve won there Flurz. Oh well, life’s not fair right?”
Smirking, Ming leaned forward. She reached out towards the Flurz planet. What was left of the aliens there, billions of them, looked up between their hexagonal skyscrapers as parts of her hand came into view. They let out baritone screams as her fingers closed in, magma erupting between the digits as they slammed down to crush billions.
Ming squeezed the planet tight, wiggling her fingers and crumbling it all up. Every piece of it dropped drop into the hot tub, alongside whatever was left of their spaceships. The debris disappeared soon after.
“There we go, all gone. I don’t exactly want my hot tub simmering with planet crumbs after all.”, mused Ming.
She turned to face the Hegzots, who had quickly adapted their society to worshiping her. With a thought, she docked all their ships on the surface of their planet.
“Good job, Hegzots. As a reward, you get to relax with me in a very special place.”
Ming beckoned with her finger, and the purplish, pinkish world hovered towards her planet-dwarfing breasts. The hastily appointed clergy of the Hegzot planet were quick to come up with explanations on why this reward was great for their many sermons, although not much convincing was needed.
Once close enough, Ming gave the planet a harmless nudge with her finger so it’d rest in her cleavage. It wasn’t so small to fit there easily and entirely comfortably, but she fixed that with a bit of shrinking. The entire planet rested in the warm location, free from harm and basking in the body heat of the cavalier Ming: also, plenty of heat from the hot tub wafting up too. Once in awhile, some water would bubble and splash the planet, flooding vast swaths of it.
The topless woman leaned back and looked up at Andromeda some more.
‘I got a lot of stuff to put back tomorrow’, she thought.
‘But for now, the night is mine.’
Ming sunk into the hot tub waters some more, cooing. This was her night indeed. Her vacation.
Just her, her drink, and the entire Hegzot planet snug between her tits.
Fin