Controlling herself was not something that Aisha was very good at. At her normal size, the slightest provocation would send in off into a berserk rampage, throwing fists and scratching at everything in the nearby area. With her size multiplied a hundred fold, her temper hadn’t dispersed, but grown with her. Luckily for everything within the vicinity of Aisha, her temper although increased hadn’t reached the same levels as her size. But it was still there boiling deep in her, as this unlucky windsurfer.

“AHHHHH!” he screamed as Aisha’s hold on his ribs tightened to the point that if not released soon, a rib would shatter. Aisha gave no heed to the incoherent scream. She was too preoccupied in seeing him scream to give the pathetic squeaks he made any notice.

“You should have been watching where you were going.” The Windsurfer nodded fervently, hoping that admitting his guilt might get him some reprieve from the judgment of this giant Ctarl-Ctarl. His luck was never that good.

“Time to die bug,” she laughed cruelly, her grip tightened and his screams went dead. Her grip had finally broken one of his ribs and was quickly going to work on the next one.

“Stop!” Jim screamed as loudly as his tiny lungs could. He had to stop Aisha, but she was beyond talking to. A distant memory of Gene returned to Jim of the older man telling him one of the few wise words of advice. He told Jim that the only way to get a pissed off Aisha to come back to earth was to ether put food under her nose or give her a little pain to wake her up. With the only food that Aisha could be interested in running away or being crushed in her hand, Jim was left with hurting her. The thought of ever hurting his friend made him sick, but hearing the desperate screams of help was making him even repulsed. Now the question was how do you hurt a giant, super strong, cat girl.

“Aisha listen, if you don’t stop, I’ll do…something.” He couldn’t think of anything to say at the end so he let it hang. His last plea for her to stop was unheard as Aisha was too engrossed in slowly crushing the man like an empty beer can. Back to the idea of hurting the cat girl, Jim used every brain cell in his head to come up with a solution. He just couldn’t think about doing anything to hurt Aisha, the idea of bringing harm to her never crossed his mind. No contingency plan had ever been created for this kind of situation.

“For once I wish Gene was here so he could shoot Aisha.” The shot would of felt as powerful as getting hit by a stray rock, but it might be enough to distract Aisha. Thinking of Gene brought up another word of advice that the outlaw had passed on to his young friend. Jim wouldn’t call it wise advice, just interesting trivia. Gene had gotten drunk so badly that he started spouting stories of his conquests to Jim. Before Aisha had stormed in and bashed his head in with the nearest object for trying to dirty her Jimmy’s mind, Gene had managed to tell Jim how sensitive the nipples of all the girls he’s been with are. He explained how nothing was a mood ruiner then giving the hard nubs a hard tweak. Jim had been trying to forget that night, but in this situation, it came to mind. Taking into account where he was, Jim looked downwards and saw the nipples of Aisha sticking out like a thumb. Crawling down on his hands and knees on the soft boob flesh, Jim was able to mount the right teat. Jim gave Aisha one last look, if this didn’t work then Aisha would grow bored with crushing her toy and just bite his head off.

“This hurts me more then it hurts you.” This was said more to himself then to Aisha. He wrapped both hands around the hard tit, his hands could barley fit around it, but he held it strong. Taking one more deep breath, he twisted his hands around, tweaking the teat as hard as possible. The effect of his titty twister was immediate.

“YYYYOOOOOOWWWWWWLLLLLLL!!!!” Jim nearly went deft from the scream. In the corner of his eye, Jim spotted a body came tumbling out of Aisha’s hand and plunge into the blue fake ocean.

“It worked,” Jim said. He had a big smile on his face, when he looked up it fell away in a second. Aisha was looking down at him in much the same way that she had looked at the Windsurfer. Her lip was curled back in a growl, exposing her pointed teeth. Her slitted eyes seemed even tinier as they seemed to glow with yellow light. She looks ready to kill me, Jim thought despondently. Some how the thought of having Aisha angry with him didn’t scare Jim, it made him sad.

“I thought you liked me,” he muttered. Aisha’s satellite sized ears picked up his tiny voice and her right mind returned to her. A loud sniff came from Jim and Aisha felt a swell of something disgusting in her heart. It was like a physical blow to her, only it hurt her insides instead of her outsides. Jim was crying, not because of the Windsurfer, because of her.

“Jim?” She said tenderly.

“Just eat me already!” He screamed suddenly, looking up at Aisha with his tear stained face. Reeling back from what he said, Aisha’s eyes went flat against her head. She looked towards Jim, but quickly had to look away. Seeing his tears was too much for the proud Ctarl-Ctarl to take.

“I’d never hurt you Jimmy,” Was Aisha response to Jim.

“Don’t call me that!” He screamed angrily. “And don’t say you wont eat me, because I saw that look in your eyes and it wasn’t the look you give a friend. It was the look you give some annoying bug that you don’t give a damn about.” Jim sniffed and wiped his nose on the side of his arm. He knew it was unsanitary, but he was beyond giving a rat’s ass about what is clean or not.

“Jimmy… I mean Jim, I’d never hurt you and you’re my only real friend.” She tried to give him a big smile so he’d smile back, but only a puckered brow greeted Aisha’s grin.

“Just take me back to the shore, please,” Jim sulked as he asked. Silently Aisha treaded water towards the beach. God, going to the beach had been a horrible idea, was all Aisha could think about as she tried no to think about how she royally screwed up the only real friendship she had ever had.