Ralph and Stan's feet clomped on deck as they navigated their way through throngs of screeching-crazy passengers. The moment their fleet was discovered by the Brob girls a full out pandemonium erupted among all persons on board. To make things worse, their fleet was battered by ceaseless, tempestuous-like sprays of strongly scented liquor mingled with globs of saliva – all puffed out by two pairs of monstrous lips belonging to a couple of mischievous Brob girls.

"Here! Over here!" Stan said and made a sharp turn around the ship's primary crane. "There's one over here also," Stan heaved.

Ralph followed suit and took a quick glance over his shoulder from time to time as their feet clomped over the deck. No one was following them. It was significantly less crowded on this part of the ship. Most people merely dashed their way toward the nearest and most visible lifeboats on the ship. Seeming that this ship was already far more occupied than it was designed for, it was not very surprising that this whole situation ended up in a pushing rumble to seize a spot on one of its limited lifeboats. The pitching scream and shouts gradually subsided behind them when Stan and Ralph paced their way to the back of the ship. Looking over the railing, Ralph could already see some lifeboats bobbing away – some of them packed to the rafters while others still had plenty of space. For some reason, these half-filled ones had decided to peddle off either way.

Ralph covered his ears as one of the Brob girls unleashed another spray on their fleet – followed by a salvo of thundering giggles. They had to move. And fast! It would only be a matter of time before their ship would sink or capsize while battered under these extreme, Brobdingnagian forces.

"Fuck!" Stan rasped as they turned around the corner. Ralph heaved as he came standing beside his friend. There was indeed a lifeboat hanging there, but others had already beat them to it. The lifeboat was utterly filled to the brim with passengers when two men squeezed a few children and women on board before embarking themselves.

"Spot's full," One of the men said – eyeing them with a hostile glare – when Stan and Ralph walked up to the lifeboat.

Stan snorted, "That was already the case like fifteen passengers ago. One or two more or less won't make a difference."

"I said, spot's full!" the man blocked Stan's way when he was about to embark the ship.

"Why don't I take your spot then, hey?" Stan walked up close, piercing the man with an undaunted glare in the eyes.

Ralph saw that the lifeboat – next to the two burly men – was mainly packed with elders, children, and women, who were looking at him and Stan all shivering terrified.

"Come," Ralph said and grabbed Stan's arm. "We'll find another way."

"There is no other way!" Stan rasped, "All sloops are gone! I will not fall back into slavery because this bigot decides to–"

Ralph and Stan almost lost their footing when the whole ship rocked heavily like it was hit by a huge wave. A burst of shrieks erupted when the lifeboat dangerously oscillated from side to side.

"We're off," the burly man said and lowered the lifeboat into the water below.

Stan cursed loudly as he keeled over the railing to watch the lifeboat sink away in the dark depths. "I hope you have some cunning plan up your sleeve because if you don't, Imma crack your fuckin skull with this… this… this blasted lifebuoy, Ralph!"

Ralph merely looked out with a blank stare into the dark void as Stan's voice boom basted in his ear. "It's all done," he said absentminded. "even for them." he looked at the fleet of lifeboats rowing away to presumed safety.

"Look…" Ralph pointed at the horizon. Stan followed its direction and his expression churned into a glare of shock.

"Suck my cum with a narrow straw," Stan uttered like a preacher. His eyes laid sight on a humongous-sized finger dooming up out of the river like an emerging sea monster – with water dripping from the sides. Then another rose up. And another, and another. The whole ship rocked, toppling both Ralph and Stan as they fell flat on the deck – with their bellies sanding over the deck. It wasn't until it felt like his stomach was pressed downward before Ralph realized they were all ascending at a rapid pace.

The booming laughter and gags of the brob girls became louder.

Ralph did his utmost to crawl to the side to take a peek over the railing in an attempt to take stock of the situation.

He remained speechless as he saw their ship – and all other vessels, including many lifeboats – bobbing helplessly in the unendingly vast palm of one of the Brob girls. Her gleeful face doomed up as she brought her hand in front of her godlike eyes – which scrutinized them all with great curiosity.

"These beings never cease to amaze me," Adeline said while observing the lilliputian fleet bobbing helplessly on the puddle of water in her slender, petite hand. "They are sooooo tiny!"

Tysha leaned her head on her lover's shoulder. "More amazing than my feet?" she said, pouty-lipped.

Adeline chuckled, "NOTHING is more amazing than your feet…."

Tysha smiled.

"except the sight of my divine face, of course."

Tysha frowned. "Enough of your perfect face! Let them beg for their lives while trapped between my toes."

Adeline gasped, with her eyes blinking big, "Your, your toes?..."

"Uhuh," Tysha acknowledged with a satisfied smile.

Adeline closed her eyes and gave a long moan as her mind produced delicious images of a bunch of lilliputian ships clenched between her lover's perfect toes.

"Go on, my tootsies are waiting." She nodded in the direction of her feet. Tysha temptingly wiggled her toes.

Ralph had to hold on tight when their whole fleet moved again in rapid pace – descending now. Looking up, Ralph could see the beautiful countenance of the brob girl – filling his entire purview – looking down upon them.

Those dimples on her cheeks would have been cute if this girl wasn't so frightfully huge! Ralph thought.

Her face was strained with utmost concentration as she guided her hand toward her lover's feet – without spilling the lilliputian fleet over the side. This was quite the challenge for her, taken the amount of booze she'd just recently consumed.

Her hand shook heavily, and all water sloshed every which way.

It did not take long before most of it seeped away through the massive gaps between her fingers. Ralph steeled himself for the inevitable and lost his footing again as he rolled all the way painfully to the other side of the ship when its bilge made contact with the brob girl's hand. The whole ship creaked and squeaked as it tipped to the side until it lay to a stop.

All bruised, Ralph pulled himself over the railing to assess his surroundings. However, before he was even able to take anything in, his instincts compelled him to duck down when two gargantuan fingers emerged from the sky to pick up one of their neighboring ships. He gawked, all fascinated as the jumbo-sized cargo ship was merely picked up – like a sugar cube – to soar its way between the biggest and second toe of the other brob girl. Screeches rose up when the ship started to slide down the gap in between until it was firmly clenched as the toes vised together in a tight hug.

"There, all hog-tied," Tysha called down proudly from above. "Now the rest."

Adelyn nodded and picked up the other ships and placed them in other gaps between Tysha's toes. When all four ships were taken care of, Adeline still saw dozens of lifeboats bobbing about in her hand.

Shrugging, she cupped her hand and poured them all on the nail of Tysha's biggest toe. Some of them slipped over the side, tumbling to their doom – while most of them kept sticking on the blue painted surface.

"Done?" Tysha asked.

Adeline nodded, eagerly.

"Good. Now, make them worship my feet."

"Can I like… worship them too? Your toes, I mean?" Adeline begged.

Tysha grinned, "Only after you forced THEM into submission will I allow such a thing."

Adeline moaned, panting faster. "Yes… yes, of course, my Goddess."

Adeline's cute face nodded all meekly before transforming into the glare of an angry mother whose ready to scold her disobedient child.

"You've heard her! On your knees! Embrace the mercy of your Goddess!"

Most passengers – at least, the ones who were not too banged up or lying in some highly uncomfortable position – lowered on their knees to submit to the brob goddess.
Ralph saw with disgust as the other brob girl started kissing and licking the other feet, while moaning with delight and uttering words of reverence. Looking about, Ralph was unable to locate his friend and wondered with despair how they would ever be able to escape this horrible fate.