I can clean up later, right now I don't want to leave something half complete. I walk straight over to the casino, through a tiny neighborhood that's almost entirely destroyed through my inattention. This casino is enormous, and built in a ridiculous faux-Moorish style. Its domes rise a little higher than me. It's the tallest building on the whole coast, as far as I remember. At least, for a few minutes more. The whole structure is just in horrible, bad taste. I peek through the windows. Some of the rooms are empty, some contain people trying to dress or pack in a hurry. One has a man, dressed, who is just watching. Him, perhaps I can talk to. I push my hand through the wall under his room, then curl up my fingers behind, once I feel them break through into the hallway. I just pull his entire room physically out of the building.
He falls down as I do. "Morning" I say. "Can't look away from me?"
"No. I don't think there's any point to running, really, so I thought I'd look my death in the face."
"That's brave. I wish you were bigger so you could be my boyfriend. Why are you staying in such a monument to poor aesthetics?"
"Priceline" he says.
"Good answer! I'll let you live, today." I walk back to the juice-soaked ruins of the lighthouse and set him down there. "You should get a good view from here." I walk off, blow him a kiss.
Now, what to do about the insult to good taste? Good taste... That's it, I think. I will just knock it down twerking. My ass is almost as outsize as a my tits, and my workouts have left it shapely and round and, now, literally harder than steel. I smile back at it one more time. A steady stream of people are now pouring from the exits. I could wait a few minutes for them to clear, but really, why? I turn around, working my ass, and inch back towards it, until my ass starts impacting the building. Sort of like twin wrecking balls. But larger, and harder. The casino stands even less a chance than the other one did against my tits. I feel my ass touch a support, and I work it, shaking the whole place with my butt. It seems so easy, moving thousands of tons with just my ass. I wonder how much I could actually lift if I tried? And what could I possibly find to challenge me, anyway? I inch back more, twerking all the time, the casino shaking worse than any earthquake, and then I'm, as always, too much. It collapses into a smoking pile of debris.
What else is there still here that needs to be wrecked? I look around, and see a couple mansions... Those I remember from those trips when I was a little girl. Always the low point of the trip, boring. But I can change that. They are neighbors to each other, both built around a hundred years ago by some famous architect. I get on my knees, and let my tits hang over them. They are spaced almost the same as my tits, and are even just about the same size. But you know what the difference is? When I drop down, two things deform and two are too firm to... And when it's my tits vs. mansions, well, tits win. I lower myself slowly. My nipples touch the roofs, and there's a great creak as old wood is strained, then breaks. I keep going, and the entire roof falls in as my aureole touches it. I keep lowering, and the outer walls crack, windows break as my tits overwhelm the mansions. Probably the most interesting thing that's ever happened to them. I'm too heavy for them even to have a chance. I wait until stretched out on the ground, then wiggle around just to make sure that nothing's unbroken in those boring things. I get back up, and look at the twin craters filled with broken rubble. I feel satisfied. A late revenge, for boring me years ago.
Looking around, I think my work is done here. Nothing of consequence is still standing, except the amusement pier. And I feel magnanimous today. I will leave them that, because I have fond memories of it. Except, just remember, I need a trophy for my family's house. I know just the thing. I walk to the amusement pier and carefully pick up the antique carousel with the carved-wood mermaids. It's quite cool, and will certainly do as a trophy. I take it and walk carefully back home, don't want to break it, until I set it down in our yard among my other souvenirs.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
