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May 31, 2007 at 3:13 am #53016
crazyfck
ParticipantWell, I never really cared about Fantasy Island, but
last night I wanted to write something silly, and I could not think of anything more sillier than Fantasy Island
Fantasy Island – a FMG episode
THE GUESTS
In the high white tower, Tattoo sees far in the blue sky da plane approaching. He peaks the bell strings and yells to everyone:
‘Da plane! Da plane!’
Every Hawaiian girl of the island became very excited when they heard the bells from the little guy, and run for every direction like a prom’s night to get everything ready for the guests.
‘The tie, Tattoo, the tie.’ said Mr. Roarke. Tattoo makes a face and peaks the tie from his pocket and attaches it to his collar. Mr. Roarke needed to have real patience with the little fella. Da plane makes its curve in the water and stops on the deck. The first guest appears to receive the flowers from the hula dancers. A middle age woman in glasses, so self conscious that falls to the ground just to avoid the contact she was getting from everyone around.
‘She seems to be very timid’ said Tattoo.
‘Yes, it’s a shame a lady so intelligent being so inhibited… so alone… no man treated the way she deserved’
‘What’s her fantasy?’
‘Ms. Morgan wants to be a heartbreaking earthshaking goddess’ said Mr. Roarke.
‘Another one? We are in a promotion? ’
‘Tattoo! Every guest has a unique fantasy, she has her peculiarities.’
Another guest comes out, a bald guy, his pale German skin is in deep red due to the equatorial heat. He was clumsy with his baggage, and seemed very happy.
Mr. Roarke tells Tattoo ‘this is Mr. Naumanburg, and he has a fantasy to be overpowered by muscular beauties’
‘Germans…’ murmured Tattoo.
Another one gets out and this time was a little girl.
‘I thought that the Island didn’t permit underage guests, boss.’ said Tattoo.
‘No, Ms. Watson is not a girl anymore, she’s nineteen years old. She had a congenital disease that ceased her growth before the puberty.’
‘Poor girl’ Tattoo felt related to her ‘and her fantasy?’
‘To be taller’
‘Only this?’
‘Yes’ said Mr. Roarke when sees the fourth guest flirting with the hula dancers. A mid-twenties guy with mullets. Tattoo peaks a sheet and alerts Mr. Roarke:
‘He’s not on the list, boss’
‘Mr. Davis was not invited Tattoo; he just took the plane thinking that anyone would notices’
‘What we should do with him?’
‘Don’t you remember the last one?’ Asked Mr. Roarke raising his eyebrows; Tattoo gives his tiny evil laughs. The last guest comes out, a slender man in a black shirt using sunglasses. He was completely out of the place, unaffected by the beautiful Hawaiian landscape and girls.
‘And finally we have Mr. Jones, a very successful brilliant young man, but very depressed. He wants to be chased by a super human brutal dominatrix until death’
‘Gee, boss, you’ll let him die?’
Mr. Roarke chuckle ‘Of course not Tattoo, he just needs love.’ He rises his tall glass saluting the guests saying out loud ‘Smiles, everyone… smiles!’ Everyone peaks their own glasses smiling to the amusing white hair man and his little assistant.
‘My dear guests! I am Mr. Roarke, your host. Welcome… to Fantasy Island!’
THE GERMAN GUEST
In his room Mr. Naumanburg was too happy to be there. Any time a girl that he will choose will be muscular as he wants, he will see her muscles bulge, being stronger with each flex; to take him in their arms, to make him weep, to turn him inside out. He was so excited by such real possibility that he jacks off right there for relief.
In that exactly moment the cleaning lady enters his bungalow, and then she’s face to face with Mr. Naumanburg naked in his socks toying with his little dick. He hides it under a pillow and screamed to her in a german accent high pitch ‘Get out!’
‘Sorry sir! Wrong door!’ she was beautiful as any other hula dancer of the complex, she only wanted to be one of them, she had talent, but she was cleaning the dirty toilets of those people that she despised.
‘Get out of here, dumb bitch! What an absurd! Outrageous to enter here without knocking! I’ll tell this to Mr. Roarke! You should be fired’ he took the phone ‘Hello! I want to talk to Mr. Roarke about his… Hello?! Hello?’ he looks at his side and the nice looking young cleaner lady had pulled off the phone plug.
He looks at her irritated face and shouts ‘You worthless cunt! What do you think you are doing! I’m the one paying your miserable salary!’
That Hawaiian girl really hated tourists; to her they are all invaders, contaminating the soil and the waves with their fat, ugly and rich asses. She needed the money for the college. But she could not tolerate this anymore… it was above reason, this fat slob will now overpay for everything, a lifetime of degradation experiences, her controlled anger in every situation that she felt humiliated by them. She had rage in her eyes.
‘What do you think you are doing, get out, stupid bitch! ’ He yelled. She took his belt over the bed and violently hits him with it ‘Fucking tourist!’ He was screaming and she hits him harder ‘Fucking fat stupid fuckin’man!’ And she let it goes, hitting and cursing, until he was lava crying in gulps near the bed.
Too scared of the crazy woman to react, he glances at her beauty as she shoves him to the wall and resumes her belt beating ‘Fucking fat, stupid, wimp tourist, I hate you! I hate you all!!’
And then she stops; he was feeling all the pain that get worst looking at her ‘Was she taller? Oh, no!’ She didn’t seem to have the muscles yet, but she was already a great deal stronger than him. She was looking at her breasts, when she sees his face and shouted ‘What are you looking at?’ And slapped him hard in the face. In the very same instant that Mr. Roarke knocks the door.
‘Is everything okay, Mr. Naumanburg? He asked in his elegant manner. Without any answer he signed to Tattoo, who opens the door for him.
‘Oh, Mr. Rourke!’ He screamed but the cleaning lady squeezes tightly his arm making him stop dead; he could feel his arm being twisted in his back.
‘I see that you already found the girl you looked for, Mr. Naumanburg, I see that she’s already… curvier… Lua is a very exquisite choice. You two are an excellent match in my humble opinion… do you agree to be part of his fantasy, Lua? Is not exactly your duty here on the Island.’
Mr. Naumanburg tried to speak up but was held by her painful grip. She said over his shoulder in her sweet Hawaiian smile ‘everything to make our guests happy, Mr. Roarke!’
‘That’s the spirit, Lua… wait, wait, I have an Idea, why not let her control all the growth? No limits. That’s sounds enticing, no Mr. Naumanburg? Free of charge!’ she gripped harder his arm forcing him to say ‘yes’.
‘So it’s done. Don’t be inhibited by nothing Mr. Naumanburg, you can ask everything, do everything you want in the way you want. Everyone here are fulfilling their fantasies, indulge yourself, no one here is paying attention to any… any weirdness, Right, Lua?’
‘Absolutely Mr. Roarke’
‘Lua, you can request anything you want, you will be treated as a guest as Mr. Naumanburg… you can order any dress, any clothes, any accessories to make him even more happier’
‘Sure I do, Mr. Roarke.’
‘Good. You are a very good girl’
‘Thank you, Mr. Roarke.’
‘Anything, Lua, call Tattoo. Now we’ll give you all the privacy you need. Good luck in your fantasy, Mr. Naumanburg!’ she pinches his arm and he yelped ‘t…thanks Mr. R…Roarke’. And Mr. Roarke exits as Tattoo puts the non-disturb sign at the knob. She turns the fat tourist to her face.
‘Growth of what?!’ she asks piercing his skin with her sharp nails.
‘Muscles!’
‘Muscles?!’ She looks at her biceps and makes it grows from nothing to a bold orb tearing the pink sleeve. She was laughing at his eyes glued to her arm, ‘it’s so perfect… I will turn your little dream in your worst nightmare slob! ‘
He listens another rip in her clothes; her shadow over him was higher and bigger. ‘I’ll torture my little ugly tourist as much as I can and nobody will say nothing!’ she laughs as her pink dress glued to her skin starts to collapse. At seven feet high she stops her growth ‘how do I look?’ He was speechless.
She lifts him holding his neck ‘Answer me’, she crushes his throat repeating the question. He tries real hard to speak. She brings his head to her ear ‘Louder!’ He emitted a noise and she shoves him to the bed. ‘You sound like a dying pig! I wonder… can I control your muscle size too, can I turn your muscle into jello… if you have any…’ and she concentrated.
He was seated in his bed and begun to lose the equilibrium and falls on the floor. Now he was deeply scared, and she continues ‘I will make you more of a pig than you already are’. He couldn’t lift his arms; it felt too heavy, he felt his lungs were breathing water, no strength at all to do anything. ‘It’s hard to breath? oh, well…’ she said in such mocking concern. From his perspective she was a giantess. A buff fitness giantess. He looks at her legs… because, despite of everything, he could not stop staring at those legs.
‘Fuck me, even the weakest man in whole world has a hard-on looking at this body.’ She looked at the mirror and flexes her giant leg ‘well, even me.’
She let him over the floor and peaks the phone not worrying for him to escape. ‘I have some Mr. Numemberg requests, dear. Yes, it me, Lua… Oh yes Haoni, my voice is a little deeper now…. Oh, thank you, I like the way it sounds too, so sexy… oh, yes, he’s asking some weird stuff, so don’t be chocked.’
It was a long list, she asked everything that passed thru her mind ‘…yes, those with shiny leather, a little bigger than the sandals…’ and Mr. Naumanburg couldn’t speak, just listening to ‘…a dog collar, yes, those that gives electrical shock by radio, it would be fun! ’ He could not take off a fly over his nose, and then… well, he felt that don’t even have the power to control his intestine.
‘…yes, put a strap on too, the biggest you can find, these Germans have that all crazy ideas… what’s that smell? Oh shit… you! I’ll continue later, put diapers on the list, bye.’ Closer to him she just shakes her head in disgust. ‘Get up.’ And suddenly he had strength to do what were impossible some minutes ago.
‘Go wash yourself, God, you are pathetic. Move!’
‘What if I don’t? ‘ he defies her.
‘I don’t think that you really want to know…’ she said with a smile.
‘What? Kill me?! That’s it? You can’t kill a guest!’
Annoyed, she responds it, just to clarify how hopeless was his situation. ‘It happened before, I’ll just say that I killed you in lovemaking, shit happens. Nobody needs to know that Fantasy Island kills its guests , don’t they? They will throw your body to the sharks.’ She pauses and let her breasts be a little bigger ‘But that would be half-true, of course, I would never have sex with a dickless tourist like you.’
‘Are you serious? What kind of person are you?!’ he shouted.
She didn’t know if it was because of the smell, or just his voice, but she backhands his face sending him to the other wall. ‘I’m fucking serious asshole. Don’t ever use this tone with me.’ His nose was bleeding; this girl was psycho, all seven feet of her, no question about it. And so he reaches his first conclusion: do not argue with her in any level.
Another day I'll continue this
May 31, 2007 at 4:01 am #53017Anonymous
GuestNow, they didn't show this episode on TV!!
;DMay 31, 2007 at 3:42 pm #53018ScottG
ParticipantWOW, and that's not even the guest I was hoping to read about. I'm not usually one for the torture aspect, but you've done a very good job. Keep it up.
June 7, 2007 at 4:49 am #53019ParticipantI'm trying to do something for everybody, that guest was only to heat things up; the reality distortion field generator of fantasy island will be overloaded…
and now another guest
THE BREATHTAKING EARTHSHAKING GODDESS GUEST
In one of the immense gardens of the island, surrounded by the beach and the volcanic mountains, Ms. Morgan was on a white table, in her ugly hat, nervous.
She wasn’t sure if wanted to go on. She wasn’t sure of anything in her life.
Her cocktail had so many pieces in there that couldn’t figure out how to drink it; it had a pink flower in there. She looks at her side and sees an amazon in a French maid from Eric Stanton fantasies. Ms. Morgan eyes widened to see how big, muscular and voluptuous she was. And then looks at a man half-naked with a ball stuffed in his mouth, she treated him like a dog. Putting her glasses back she asked out loud to herself ‘Is that Mr. Naumanburg fantasy?’ He was the only serious person that she met in da plane… and now he was removing garbage from the sidewalk to please a seven foot young amazon looking at him with a delight in her eyes… with a finger on a remote control giving him wireless discipline.
‘Germans…’ Ms. Morgan thought. Well, it had relaxed her somehow; she didn’t felt so stupid about her own fantasy.
‘Every person in the world has a unique fantasy, don’t they, Ms. Morgan?’ asked Mr. Roarke by her side looking at them. Surprised by his sudden presence she could not speak clearly ‘Yes… I guess.’
He comes closer to her ‘it’s time for you grab destiny Ms. Morgan. No more wait. No more second thoughts ‘ he gazed at her eyes.
She connected with his gaze and says ‘I agree…’ Ms. Morgan took off her hat and breathing firmly with her eyes closed: ‘Transform me.’
And… nothing.
‘Don’t work like that, Ms. Morgan. You deeply need to want it, and the more you want, more… transformed you will be. Is not a ride in the park, it’s the biggest challenge of your life, you will feel things that anyone would believe.’ The words of Mr. Roarke were scaring Ms. Morgan; she was not ready at all, she was feeling that never was. That she never will be.
‘I don’t know if I want it…’ she replies.
‘I understand Ms. Morgan. Everything has a right time in a right place … no one in this island will tell you what to do, not even me. So, don’t rush. Do what your heart says to.’ Mr. Roarke stands up. ‘Excuse me for now, Ms. Morgan. I’ll be back later, but… nevertheless, welcome to your fantasy… Natasha.’
He was the first person that year that called her by the first name. To have such a fortune in a bank was her curse; every man approached her because of that. And all of them transformed her romantic naïveness into a regretful solitude grave.
In the foggy bathroom, after the longest shower in her life, she looks herself in the blurred mirror, the old blurry same self. As a kid, she was called by Butch by her stupid classmates; as a woman, her ex last words were imprinted on her memories: ‘I prefer to have sex with penguins than have sex with you ever again!’ It was not a third nipple, or extra fingers, she was quite normal, she was just an easy target. Sometimes she wanted to have some disadvantage, to at least have something to blame for.
She had that inner beauty always hid by the insecurity, she knew that; and all her romantic imagination was to find a guy who could see it. And now she was 34, and still she felt like a virgin, never touched, and all this time alone made her depression worse.
‘THERE IS NO ROMANCE!’ she shouts at herself and slaps her own face ‘SCREW ROMANCE! FUCK ROMANCE! I’LL FUCK EVERYTHING THAT MOVES’
…and Natasha, aka Ms. Morgan, let it be…
The water vapor from the hot shower filled everything in a fog that you could cut it with a knife. Natasha could see thru the blurry glass her form shaping itself anew. In her shoulder the wet hair seemed to be growing like alien seeds of cheap sci-fi movies, like it had a life of its own.
Every body part seemed to have a life of its own, her naked breasts specially. Centuries passed until she notices her nipples getting hard once again, coming back to life with a revenge. Her nipples were the new gravity to her breasts, growing in direction of its needs, like a bud sprouting to the Sun. Two Suns, actually. And they grew, inflating themselves defying Newton’s laws, Darwin’s laws, decency laws. Only now she could measure the whole importance of her breasts, they were the center of the universe.
Natasha breath looking at them going up, setting new boundaries; she looks down and everything in the bathroom seemed smaller, the soup, the mirror… the mirror, her face… she touched her face, it seemed the same to her touch, she took the towel and dries on her fuzzy reflection to see it…
…and it was still her, but in art nouveau.
In modern times someone would say that her perfect face was out of the Adam Hughes imagination, in the perfection of every line, every dot. She makes faces seeing the perfect woman in the mirror mimicking her, giving herself a breathtaking smile. Natasha wanted more of it, she wanted it all, she wanted every man orbiting her smile. She wanted to get even.
In the bedroom mirror she could have the full impact of her transformation, she was a supermodel, an athlete, an amazon, a goddess. She had to sit down, it was just too intense; Natasha looked at herself again, and in any position, at anything, in anything, she deserved a painting, a magazine cover, a book, a movie.
to be continued
June 8, 2007 at 9:10 am #53020g-man
ParticipantAww, you left us hanging 😛
Looking forward to more! 🙂
August 3, 2007 at 9:23 am #53021KeithXZ
ParticipantYes, more … hurry !
😉 Thanks
August 15, 2007 at 6:26 am #53022ParticipantI forgot that I was writing this… let me continue now
THE TWO YOUNG GUESTS
The sand was burning hot. The little Lara was hidden under an umbrella in the beach holding her empty wine glass over the ground. She was flaming ants with sun rays.
‘So, you have the ocean, the resort, your fantasy, but you are here burning ants…’ asked the young male guest walking to her drinking a beer.
She drops it, not daring to look in the eyes of this young guy she met in da plane. Almost met, she was nervous near him, she felt connected to him; and as always she feels this way, her mouth dries, her mind clouds, and in the end she would be just quiet. She just responds with a silent ‘hi’ to him.
‘Poor ants. Why are you torturing them?’
‘I don’t know… stupidity, I think… I’m kind of stupid…’
‘Come on, don’t feel guilty about the ants..’
‘They have feelings, want to survive as we do, and I’m just killing them because…’
‘…because?’
‘Don’t know. Maybe cause my life is so…’
‘In the plane people seemed like ants’ he said looking away.
‘That’s true’
‘Would you burn them? With a giant magnifying glass?’
Lara laughs ‘Of course not!’
He seats by her side ‘Is so hot in here, just too hot. I hate all this heat’ he finished the beer.
‘Is just the first day’
‘Yep. The first day of the end of my life…’
‘What are you talking about’ she asked like it was a joke.
‘That’s nothing, It’s just…’
‘Just what? What’s your fantasy?’ she asked a little too much
‘That’s private.’
‘If I tell mine, would you tell me yours?’
‘Don’t know. If yours are just to fly? Or to breathe underwater?’
‘I want to be tall’
‘How tall?’
‘Taller than everyone else, I want to look everyone down’
‘And burn them with your giant glass’
She give a tiny kick on him ‘No! Stop it. I just want to know how to feels like’
‘That’s fair.’
‘And yours, is fair?’
‘No… Yes… I don’t know. How this whole thing works? Do you have any idea? Is an illusion? Magic? How Mr.Roarke can make what he promised to us?’
‘I heard that is something buried deep in the lava rocks’
‘Really? Like what?’
‘Something really old’
‘Maybe that’s why the Fantasy Island is not in Orlando’
‘True’
The resort’s personal waiter, brings more and more wine and several others tropical drinks. Away, Tattoo looks at them with his tiny binoculars, in his tiny phone he was talking to Mr.Roarke ‘Yes, boss, you are right as always, they are getting along…’ he turned off the phone and gives more instructions to the waiter to get them more drunk.
After half an hour, both young guests were in the first phase of the drunkenness: laughing at everything.
‘So, what do you do? Your work? You have one?’ she asked to him.
‘My work? Its gone, I dropped. I’m drinking my last pennies right now. After this, there I’ll be nothing left.’
‘You are planning to get drunk to death?’ she was concerned by him.
‘That was my first plan, then I received the invitation, I had this money, so I’m here, and I don’t plan to leave’
‘You cannot be serious… you want to die?’
‘The only person that I care don’t give a damn about me… I think she hates me’
‘Because of a girl? You are too young… we have a life before us’
‘Don’t care… did you ever loved someone?’
‘…yes, sure’ she lied.
‘I still love her so much… I don’t want stop loving her… there is no hope for me’
She holds his hand ‘You’ll meet someone, you…’ and their eyes finally met. In the first moment in her life she was willing to kiss, and so she does. He let her and kissed back. And then magic happens. She started to get taller, he could feel it, she could sense it, but now their lips were more important.
The girl that never had anything than a cute face started to be a woman, she could feel him with her growing breasts, it sent sparkles to her mind ‘oh, god’ she said breathing from the kiss.
He was a little startled, but before any reaction, she grabbed him and goes on top of him, embracing him, each time more passionate. Even in his depression he couldn’t stop his arousal; she was his fantasy coming true, at least part of it.
He opens his eyes and sees her looming over him, her breasts fighting with her clothes and winning; she seemed in bliss; the sand marked how much her legs have grown. She grew to his height in some moments. Now, even if wanted to, he could not escape her. Her legs started to rip her pants at the same time she had him locked between them. She never had an orgasm in her life, not even alone, and now her mind and body melted to it.
Even in his clothes, he could not handle anymore, and with her lips on his neck his spunk soaked all the way down. He stands up, a little uneasy with the wetness, her clothes were destroyed; she looks down and hides her immense breasts with her arms, as she stands up accidentally lifts the sun umbrella with her. She was a great deal taller than him. But she was more concerned with ‘shit, I’m naked’.
He was speechless, it was something out of his dreams (and in his endless porn-art downloaded every day), her breasts were reaching the size of his own head, and she had a body to support those, she was an amazon.
Tattoo comes behind her with a new set of clothes ‘I’m always prepared, Ms.Watson’
‘Thank you, Tattoo!’
Dressed in a delicate little sundress and new sandals, she looks down on the two men. And now Tattoo seemed a miniature Tattoo, and her lover seemed more like Tattoo ‘It’s real different up here’ she said in realization.
‘There is a new wardrobe waiting for you Ms.Watson; and dinner will be served at 9 at the Koko beach, do I make a special table for two?’
Both agree on it in silence, looking each other. Until 9 they had savage sex in her bungalow like was no tomorrow.
The young man, who wanted to kill himself, now wanted to live for eternity in her arms. By her part, she never found love in her life, and now she would kill for it. Both find each other destiny, and there will be no force that could make them away from each other.
The red moon was arising over the sea, she was holding his hand, and her touch could make his heart steps out a beat. ‘Can you believe that I still don’t know your first name?’
‘Thomas’
‘Your name is Tom Jones?’
‘Thomas Jones’
‘All right, Tom’
He looks up at her and feels something unbearable.
‘What’s the matter? she asked.
‘We have a problem, I don’t want this to end, but sooner or later we’ll have to get back to reality, out of the island’
‘Stop it… let’s just seize the moment’
‘No, I can’t. You will hate me. As my ex hated me’
‘Why?’
‘Why? Do you want to know my fantasy? What it was? I wanted a woman like you, superpowered, crushing me to death’
‘God…’
‘Yes. My ex was just a normal girl, but she was far away from what I wanted from a girl. And yet I loved her. She left me.’
‘You… like big women, and she was small, like I am… was… will be again’
‘…now you understand, you’ll hate me as we put the first step out of this… fantasy. Fantasy… it destroyed my life, and I just wanted it to finish me for good’
‘I’ll not let to’
‘What? What anyone can do about?’
‘Give me the superpowers of your fantasy’
‘What do you have in mind?’
‘There is something buried in lava rocks, we can find it, we can have it for us… to live any fantasy for life’
‘You can’t be serious’
‘I’ll never let anyone, or even reality to tear us apart’ with that, she could sense something in her muscles change, likewise her perception, she could see into the darkness, she could hear the silence, she could feel her body recreating itself.
‘It’s happening! Oh holy shit, I can feel it, I can feel it!’
‘You are more muscular..’
‘And still more taller, I love being so tall’
‘You… you… are levitating too’
She lifts him with her, and high above the land she kisses him again; he was always afraid of highs, but in her arms he was safer than in the ground.
She flexed her right arm ‘…you have a thing for muscles in your fantasy…’
‘…yes’
Her sundress ripped with a flex of her back, living her nude; the moonlight illuminates her curves, her face surrounded by shiny stars. With a little reluctance, he touches the skin of her breast, pretty much like the first time he touched one, and her nipples enlarged even more. They had sex flying in the sky, spinning, accelerating. After this roller coaster, he looks directly at her eyes and they were shinning, with some inner light that pulses with her heartbeats. For a moment Tom was afraid of what she can do.
Lara senses it and replies 'there is no reason to be afraid my love, everything is in its right place'
continue later
August 17, 2007 at 6:11 am #53023Participantcontinuing now
THE UNINVITED GUEST
‘Tell me baby, where’s the casino?’ Mr. Davis asked the beautiful waitress, close enough to make her uncomfortable.
‘There is no casino in hawaii, and this is a resort, sir.’
‘And what people do here for fun?’
The waitress didn’t know how to answer this gentleman with mullets ‘well, sir, we have scuba diving…’
‘Oh, shit. I get it. This is America's favorite family fun park. Shit. Why, oh my, I left Atlantic City. I was so happy there.’
‘Do you need anything else?’
‘Yes. Next plane.’
‘Only in five days I believe, Mr.Davis’ said Mr. Roarke coming into the bar.
‘Really? You are the manager, right?’
‘Manager… that’s right, Mr.Davis. Call me Mr.Roarke.’
‘Hey, Roarke, let me tell you a secret, I’m a investor, I can get this place to make real money, tons of it, I know some politicians… we can get a gambling license… the first of Hawaii, imagine that’
‘Do you need a room, Mr. Davis?’
‘I’m stuck here, I took the wrong plane, you know? I thought that Fantasy Island was a place crowded with pussies, you know what I mean?’
‘It happens often. Since you are here, let me tell that you are not in a normal place, things are not what they seem to be’
‘Oh, I’m liking it, what is it? A place for strange fantasies!? Perversions? Wicked’
‘For your safety, Mr. Davis, be careful. I recommend you to not leave the main building. Is for your protection.’
‘I like danger’
‘Don’t say that you was not warned, Mr. Davis. Your room is in the second floor’
‘I want a bungalow!’
‘I’m sorry, is just for guests. Please, understand that we are not responsible for your security outside the main building’
‘Ok, ok, I get it. I behave’
‘Thank you for your cooperation and understanding, Mr. Davis’ and Mr.Roarke leaves.
‘What’s outside? A mine-field?’ Mr.Davis asked the waitress that was bringing another dose of jack daniels.
‘Something like that’ she said and left. He looks over the window and sees the most magnificent vision of his entire life. A woman like any other… so tall, amazingly beautiful, with breasts screaming for his attention.
At the lobby, Tattoo sees Mr.Davis running outside holding his whiskey, and asks Mr.Roarke: ‘for how much time you think he’ll survive out there, boss?’
‘Hmmm. Three minutes and half’ Mr.Roarke said reading some papers.
Tattoo took his watch and counts.
Mr.Davis approaches Natasha, she was bigger than he thought. Way bigger. He goes after her and stops in front of her. His eyes were high as her nipples ‘God Almighty!’ he shouted. He was hypnotized by her breasts alone. She turns around him, ignoring him. Inside, Natasha was still too shy to take any confrontation.
‘Hey stop right there!’ he said. And she turns around and looks down on him between her breasts.
‘Do you think that I would let you leave so easily? What’s your name?’ and he looks a little down again, at her breasts ‘God, look at those! Are you a stripper? Never heard of you’
She could not believe, how dare him?
‘Is this real?’ he was almost grabbing them. She didn’t have to answer him; she just tries to ignore him again and kept walking.
‘How much… you must be expensive, I can pay every pennie. Trust me.’
That was it. He crossed the line three times in a minute. She grabs his neck closing his throat, his eyes bugged out Disgusted by him she throws him in the ocean a-little-too-hard. ‘oh my god!’ Natasha screamed when she saw him flying away. The annoying guest traveled spinning and screaming in the air too high and too far and splashed over the waves. She runs to save him; she wasn’t a murderer. Normally surfers needed a helicopter to reach the swell; the waves were walls of moving water. She didn’t think twice and fought the killer waves.
She could hold her lungs much more than before and could swim very fast underwater. She found him, unconscious. Natasha brought him to surface and presses his lungs with her body to make him expel the water; two of his ribs almost broke with that. But he could breath again. Now was time to bring him back to shore. ‘on my back, hold my neck’ she instructed to him. Now it was the hard part, he was way too fragile to survive the waves, even on her back.
‘Stop it!’ she said to him as she feels him touching her breasts ‘leave them alone! You want to die?!’
‘To die happy’
She grabbed his arm and throws him back to the shore, a little more controlled this time. Mr Davis’s body kicked three times in the water before a harsh landing in the sand. Paralyzed from pain over the sand, MrDavis agrees that he is in a mine-field:
‘Boom’ he said before he welcomed darkness.
THE ISLAND SECRET
Back in her Bungalow at night, the floating Lara carried Tom to the bed. He was exhausted. And she was feeling super charged; she opens her wardrobe to peak something to wear, but what?
She wanted to explore this incredible powers, it was the better thing she tasted in all her life, maybe even more than sex. Lara not only had control over everything now, she gained freedom: she could do anything, like she had the right to. She had the beauty for it, the body for it. To her were reasoned, logical and coherent her egoistical aims, even more looking at the mirror. But above all she would do it for her love. A summer love.
Looking at the wardrobe, she was looking for something stretchable, resistant, and more… aerodynamic ‘This Nike outfit will do’. Lara put her hair in a ponytail, and looks herself and giggles ‘I’m a such fucking goddess now’ and so she flies over the window.
Lara flew above the clouds and the landscape was stunning ‘is such a privilege, I cannot afford to lose it’ she thought. More determined, she goes for her quest of Mr.Roarke’s island secret. Her first clue was the volcanic rocks; she turns to the first volcano at her right.
Landing there, in a desert sea of rocks, she asked herself what more powers she has. Using her super sight she could see deep into the mountains some blurry magma movement, but she had limits. She took her cell phone and look into it, testing this power. Lara could see her phone in layers, like she could disassemble it with her own eyes; ‘so impressive’ she said looking at the details of her cell phone ‘so cheap inside’. But she returns to the rocks, and they were too dense and too deep to see anything inside with any sharpness.
She took a rock and pulverized it like a piece of morning cake in her hand; she could dig it if she had to. The question is: where?
But alone in there she had an opportunity to investigate further her powers with some privacy; she was thrilled to discover them one by one. Laser beams, she had to have some kind of heat beams. She aimed at a coconut of a tree, focuses on it and blasted it. The whole big tree blasted. Incandescent pieces of it powdered over the sea ‘so beautiful’ she thought at her little destruction.
She looked over the rocks and fires her heat beams drawing a heart with her initials, and of course, of her love too. Of the size of three billboards putted together, her drawing shined its heat like neon lights; she took a photo of it with her cell.
Flying back, she saw him still sleeping profoundly. Lara could see his respiration, even from so far away. She heard Mr.Roarke finally, and sees him two miles away. Over the roof she could listen everything, with her vision she could see everything ‘they use a computer?’ she asked herself.
‘What is it Tattoo?’ asked Mr.Roarque in his pajamas.
‘Boss, he have a fluctuation in the delta dimension in the last hours… what can it be?’ asked Tattoo.
‘Strange, try to recalibrate the instruments’
‘I already did it twice, boss, something is forcing the reactor. We need to shut all fantasies down’
‘Do it.’
Before Tattoo pressed enter, the computer melted in a second. ‘shit, boss! What’s happening?’
‘We have somebody here trying to steal the reactor, call the Protectors!’
Tattoo takes his phone and it’s burning hot, he drops it on the floor ‘I think we are trapped, boss’
‘By whom?’
At almost supersonic speed (she didn’t want to wake anyone or lose another outfit) she flew back to the bungalow, and takes Tom’s heavy (to him) notebook. Using her photographic memory, she logged in into the secret wireless network and blocks every other user. This would give her some time. Now she needed to put… ‘where is Tom?’ she asked herself looking at the empty bed
In the bar, Thomas was drinking a beer and eating several oysters. He was real hungry; he really needed to eat after sex after sex. He was a little uncomfortable, his balls hurt, and so his cock; a superpowered Lara was a little too rough.
But then, Natasha enters the bar in a red dress. His cock comes alive again. She was even bigger and bustier than Lara superpowered. She seats alone ‘how a girl like that can be all alone?’ he asked. Some guys tried to reach her, but they were too intimidated by her looks and size. Tom could see that she is losing patience with the guys gawking over her.
She looks at Tom, and starts to walk in his direction. He boldly tries to not stare in her immense breasts.
‘You were in the plane, don’t you?’ she asked.
‘Yes… and you?’
‘Don’t you remember me?’
‘I would, definitely… hey, I remember you, you are that lady… but… bigger’
She seats by his side ‘do you think I’m too big?’ he could see that she is slightly drunk of champagne.
‘Hmmmm… I don’t think so’ he lied to her, her body was mind-blowing
‘I can control it… men are acting so… like jerks towards me now’
‘You know, men are not… exactly prepared to deal… with a woman like you, you know that, right? You can control it?’
‘Shhh! Don’t tell anyone’ she looks down and makes her breasts to grow a cup. If Tom didn’t had sex all day, he would have blown right there. He could see her nipples arising, she was starving for sex, to be open for business; she just wanted to find the right guy. And there weren’t many right guys in the island.
And she kept talking about her breasts ‘I know they are big. But I feel so comfortable being this size. The problem is that I bump at everything, I always was a kind of clumsy’ she said bumping them into him. ‘I could rape him right now’ she thought biting her lips. She was a little out of control; hormones and alcohol are an explosive mix.
Like an electric shock, Tom remembered that now he had a superpowered girlfriend. A girlfriend that he met in the last 12 hours. He could sense the danger. But Natasha was messing with his mind; her breathtaking appeal was torturing him. No man could escape this, and he was no more than a man.
August 17, 2007 at 7:52 pm #53024Fonk
ParticipantAh-ha! Paths are crossing and the story is hotting up… great work! ;D
August 22, 2007 at 2:22 am #53025ParticipantAh-ha! Paths are crossing and the story is hotting up… great work! ;D
thanks, but I think is not that great. It would be great if my grammar let it
I have that bug for perfectionism, even for cheap stuff, and reading my own text here… shit, that's why I dont put any of my stories on brawna or thevalkyrie yet. but I'm learning, only this year I started to write in english
now, to where I'm going with this story here… I have two options:
1) The doom of humanity in a fight within the three goddesses
2) Another happy landing with love saving everyoneI'm inclined to do the first option, or both. I dont know. My girls are emotionally very unstable.
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