Playtime - Chapter 3

Zoe used her hand to shade her squinted eyes when a beam of sunlight broke through a lonesome cloud and pierced them with its brightness. The warm sea breeze peppered her lips with minuscule salty grains which she licked off, absently, while glancing at the horizon. 

Zoe observed a boy who skidded the waves on a board while attached to some flying piece of fabric. Zoe was not very nifty at the art of mind reading, so she was coerced to actually interact with a human when her curiosity was eager to know more about this queer activity. She learned that this boy was practicing the art of 'kite-surfing' and that he was actually pretty skilled in it. She noticed throngs of beachgoers observing him with awe, cheering for him when a squall launched him in the air and he performed another one of his deft tricks. Various good looking girls encouraged him from the beach, waving and tittering like rockstar groupies while their healthy bossom's sloshed up and down, nearly popping out. He appeared to be quite the bigwig around here. Zoe had to admit that the sight of his toned chest and fluttering hair did brought a glow of warmth in her inner regions. Either way, Zoe felt a strong tendency to put this flyboy in his place.
She waited patiently when he launched airborne again and reached the highest point of his jump, which had to be at least twenty metres in height. Zoé uttered a few words, and a gasp of shock arose from all bystanders when suddenly the boy tumbled down, head over heels, splashing hard upon the waving sea.
No one was aware that Zoé’s silent chanting caused the sudden disappearance of his kite-line, leaving him into a free-fall towards the waves far below.
Zoé’s lips twitched slightly upwards on one side when all agitation broke lose around her. Various people assembled for a rescue mission when the boy's body drifted motionless in the sea. It amused Zoe that she was able to cause so much commotion among these petty humans with a few simple words. It was quite convenient that she was able to mingle among them with such ease. It was due to the similarity in appearance of her kind. On top of that, Zoe still carried a considerable chunk of human DNA with her, issued by Cordelia, her earthly ancestor. It was probably for this reason Zoe felt drawn towards this planet and its inhabitants from childhood on. She was fond of the versatile food these humans served, especially sushi was her favorite. Baking below the scorching sun under the sounds of the whipping waves on the beach was also one of her favorite recreations during her time on the planet. 

Zoe considered herself a predator, a prowling tigress, who prefers to toy with her prey before devouring them. She didn't have the intention of wiping out all of mankind. She just wanted to make them realize their inferiority in comparison to her. It also gave her the opportunity to sharpen her skills on these weak beings. The Stone of Dormancy was a thing of wonder, but it still required time and practice to unlock her full potential. Being a magical prodigy, Zoe was used to instant gratification when she wanted someting. It was a disappointing revelation when she learned not all things in life work that way. Nonetheless, her present powers were more than enough to deal with these pesky humans. There were just too many options she could choose from. She did consider to openly declare war on them by revealing herself and cause havoc and destruction on random targets. She had to admit that it did felt quite tempting to unleash her unmatched powers on their military might by shrinking them down to nothingness and let them all be gorged by her hot juicy cunt. But, that wasn't her style though. She rather relished in handing out unseen pokes to her prey, like she did by shrinking some cities down in the night and take them home to bask in their company in the intimacy of her bedroom.
Zoé had almost choked from laughter while eating a sandwich the moment she took cognizance from the fact earth’s most prominent academics sincerely believed these disappearances were attributed to extraterrestrial interference. This conviction could not bring them any closer to the ten-ring. Either way, these inferiors were still groping in the dark though. The realm where Zoé lived was imperceptible for the earthlings and this was also true for Zoé herself. Only she decided when and where the earthlings could perceive her in her true form. Her powers allowed her to intervene whenever and wherever she decided on the planet, and her share in the deed would always go unnoticed if that was her wish. She could ignite bloody world wars between nations, shrink down entire regions if she wanted to and the humans would still be ignorant about the perpetrator of such hideous deeds.
For now, Zoé chose to linger for a while among the humans and to pose herself as an equal. From time to time, she pranked around like she did with the kite surfer who was still floating among the waves, unconsciously, while various boats were speeding their way to him for rescue. Zoé moaned softly when she felt a squirm between the wet lips of her vulva. She nearly forgot about the two construction workers she shrunk earlier this morning when they threw all kinds of flagrant remarks about her feminine forms. As punishment, Zoé stuffed them in her cunt and went sunbathing. They had to be trapped in there for hours and Zoé had already forgotten about them, considered them death.
It was a welcoming surprise to her. Their faint fidgets were tickling her moisty inner regions, stirring up her sexual arousal. Combined with the scene of upheaval all around her and the awareness that it was her who caused it all, ensured a rapid peak of gasping excitement. It would be a queer contrast if an outsider was able to witness this scene of a bikini-clad girl, laying on a towel casually, moaning and gasping from excitement, while all around her people were in a state of deep agitation.
Zoé was relishing heavily, but she needed more. With one hand fumbling between her thighs, Zoé uttered some soft words of enchantment and gasped intensely when two coastguard boats exploded in a massive fireball of ten stories high. Screeches of panic were heard and people started to move away from the beach, to safety. Zoé could taste their fear and took things up a notch. She held her free hand out, palm open, and immediately, dozens of people felt an invisible force drawing them towards Zoé.
Zoé laughed boisterously now while she saw various people be yanked away from their screaming, grasping friends and family. They all flailed in the air towards her hand, drawn by Zoé’s sorcery powers. 

“Ha! How does it feel to be so delightfully powerless!” Zoé said.
 

She made sure these people were all shrunk down to a more appropriate size so they would all fit in her hand.
She clenched her fist and drooled in the sight of a hand full of shrunken humans, all trapped and gasping for air between her tightened, blood drained fingers. She stuffed them all in her hot moisty cunt, to bring company to the barely alive construction workers. More and more people started to notice Zoé now and some began to link her behavior to these gruesome occurrences.
 

“Stay away from that girl!” A man shouted with a grave tone in his voice.
 

“My son! She has my son!” A woman wailed. She tried to wrestle free from a pair of arms who dragged her away from Zoé.
 

“You’re not going anywhere!” Zoé hissed, turning her neck with fiery eyes when she saw the crowd backing away from her now.
A few words from her lips were enough to trap them all in an invisible dome, with a radius of one hectometer. Those outside the dome groped their hands in thin air and realized they were separated from their loved ones by an invisible wall. Both outside and inside parties screamed and punched in vain against the translucent wall, all under the exuberant laughter of Zoé. After a while, the people inside the dome seized their futile attempt to break the dome and turned around. They looked at Zoé in awe, realizing they were trapped in the dome with her. Their faces were drawn with bulging eyes and gaping mouth when they gawked at her, all of them.
 

It gutted Zoé, so she addressed them, “I’m trying to get a satisfaction here so would you mind LOOKING THE OTHER WAY, IT VEXES ME!!!” 

The whip of the teen girl's voice caused them to flinch in fear. Against better judgment, the people made another ridiculous attempt to get away from her, by slamming, crying and shouting against the invisible wall. 

“What?! You think they are the lucky ones?” Zoé asked, nodding at the people who stood outside the dome, “how about you look again and reconsider your opinion.” 

Gasps of shock pierced through the air when they saw relatives and friends who stood outside of the dome slowly started to shrink. Screeching seagulls who rummaged the area for scraps left by the beachgoers, were now starting to set their sights on the increasingly tiny humans. They managed to fight the seagulls off for a while, but in the end became so small that a mere thrust of the seagull's beak was enough to swallow them whole. 

Zoe was drowning in a state of gasping ecstasy, guided by the frantic screams of the people who witnessed their loved ones to be chewed up like cockroaches, one after the other. She ravaged her cunt, used her fingers to push all those shrinkees deeper into her hungry body. Zoe was nearing the point of an explosive sexual eruption, but needed one more thing for it to be perfect. She unclasped her bra, exposing her perky young tits and felt the salty summer breeze stiffening her nipples. She uttered some words of enchantment. Screams rose up when all people trapped in the dome were now drawn towards Zoe by an invisible force. They shrunk rapidly while flailing in vain through the air and ended up nano-sized in the wrecked city which was still plastered on Zoe's right nipple. All the humans who lived in her nipple-city had died from her previous summoned firestorm and she wanted these freshly shrinkees to colonize it and reproduce to make it bruising again. 

Zoe embraced the raging tempest bruising in her cunt. It felt like ascending to the doorsteps of heaven itself, with an explosive burst of an erotic climax smashing in her face the moment she handled its doorknob. Her carnal screams and squirms were followed by a brutal burst of energetic waves, blasting out of her body, shattering the dome, leaving behind a positively large crater on the beach of Shelbo bay. 

No trace of Zoe was found when the first patrol cars of the local police force arrived to take stock of the situation.