Playing with Alvida

The lifeboat rocked gently in the waves, the rhythmic splashing of the oars the only sound between us for a while. My arms burned with each stroke, dragging us forward at a painfully slow pace. The ocean stretched endlessly around us—no landmarks, no ships. Just me and Alvida, drifting.

She watched me for a while, thick arms folded over her massive chest, her expression unimpressed. Finally, she sighed. "At this rate, we'll die of old age before we reach land."

I barely held back a grimace. I wasn’t built for this. I wouldn't say I was weak or scrawny, but I certainly had far less muscle than many on our crew—something Alvida had never let me forget. But now, things were different. Now, I could change things.

"You know," I said, wiping sweat from my brow, "wouldn’t it be normal for you to row instead? I mean, you're way stronger than me."

The moment the words left my mouth, I saw it happen. Alvida blinked, her expression shifting like something clicked into place. Without hesitation, she reached forward, grabbed the oars, and yanked them out of my hands as if it had been her own idea all along.

"Well, obviously," she scoffed, settling into place. "I should’ve been doing this from the start."

I leaned back, catching my breath as her massive arms flexed, and suddenly, the boat cut through the water at a speed I never could have managed. Damn. She was strong.

I smirked to myself. The earrings were working perfectly.

After a few moments, Alvida huffed. "I still can’t believe that damn Straw Hat punk punched me like that. No one’s ever hit me before."

I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you run into Devil Fruit users."

She didn’t respond at first. Her eyes were distant, her thick fingers tightening around the oars. "It was... strong. Overwhelming..."

I sat up straight. "Wait… what?"

She didn’t answer right away, a deep flush rising in her fat cheeks. "Nothing!" she snapped, suddenly rowing faster.

I raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Wait, are you actually swooning over the guy who just knocked you flat with one punch?"

"Absolutely not!" she barked, her cheeks darkening with frustration. "I'm thinking about how to make him pay! I want to break him!"

I leaned back slightly, watching her reaction. "You know, it wouldn’t be normal for you to be all flustered over a guy who knocked you on your ass."

The words settled over her like a command. She blinked a few times, shaking her head as if clearing fog. "Of course not," she scoffed, as if the very idea disgusted her. "I hate that brat."

I grinned. Damn, that was fun. The way her thoughts shifted instantly, the ease with which I could rewrite reality—it was intoxicating.

And maybe it was the rush of power, or maybe it was the fact that despite her grotesque size and monstrous personality, Alvida did have one undeniable feature that a guy like me couldn't ignore.

"Hey," I said casually, "wouldn't it be normal for you to take your tits out?"

I barely finished the sentence before Alvida, without hesitation or question, reached down, unfastened her top, and let her enormous, sweat-drenched breasts spill free. They sagged heavily, each one a pendulous, fleshy mass bigger than my head, their pale, stretch-marked skin glistening under the dim light. Her nipples were thick and swollen and dark, standing out like corks atop the heavy expanse of flesh.

I swallowed hard.

I had no idea what to expect. I wasn’t even sure why I did it. Maybe just to see if it would work. Maybe just because the power was getting to my head. Or maybe because, despite how fat, cruel, and disgusting Alvida was, a giant pair of tits was still a giant pair of tits.

My face felt hot, and I wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment, arousal, or just the sheer overwhelming realization of what I had just made happen. These earrings… they could do anything.

Alvida, completely unaware of how unnatural her actions were, just looked down at herself, then back at me. "What? You’ve never seen a pair of tits before?"

I **** myself to look away, rubbing the back of my neck, trying to play it cool. "I've seen my fair share, you know.""

Alvida snorted, the disbelief clear on her face. "Oh, please. Like some scrawny little cabin boy like you has been anywhere near a pair like these before."

Well, she was right about that. The closest I’d ever gotten was back in my village—Oume had been flat as a board, and Tamae, who’d been fairly busty by normal standards, had only been like a set of coconuts once I got her dress down. Nothing even close to the sheer, overwhelming size on display right now.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I tilted my head. "So, Alvida… why’d you just go along with that?"

She shot me a sideways glance, her heavy breasts still exposed, completely unbothered. "Hah? What kind of dumb question is that? It's hot as hell out here, and I'm not about to let myself sweat through my clothes for no reason. Besides, you're the only one of my crew who managed to escape the Marines—consider this your reward. You should count yourself lucky you get to admire these beauties."

I let that sink in. The earrings had twisted reality again, making her justify it like it was something she’d always do. I swallowed, my pulse quickening at just how easily I was shaping her world.

I leaned back against the pile of supplies, arms folded behind my head, letting the ocean breeze wash over me. The little skiff rocked gently beneath us, cutting across the waves with steady, powerful strokes.

Not my strokes, of course. Alvida was doing all the work.

But the real spectacle wasn’t just her strength—it was what was happening with every motion. Now that she had her tits out, the rowing had taken on an entirely different kind of rhythm.

WHUMP-THWUMP. FLAP-SLAP.

Every time she pulled the oars back, her massive, sweat-slicked breasts lifted—dragged upward for just a second before gravity yanked them down, smashing into the vast expanse of her belly with a thick, meaty slap.

Then, as she shoved the oars forward, they swung out, smeared against her thighs, and bounced back with another thick, fleshy clap.

It was impossible to ignore.

She wasn’t even aware of it, wasn’t even bothered. Just kept rowing, sweat glistening on her soft, heaving body, her breath coming in deep, steady huffs.

And I just sat there, watching. Because why the hell wouldn’t I?

It wasn’t even weird. This was normal.

That was the thing about the earrings—they didn’t just make people do things. They made people believe those things were just the way things were supposed to be.

She rowed because she was strong. I sat and watched because I wasn’t. And if her colossal tits flopped and bounced around while she did it? Well, that was just how things were.

I shifted slightly, adjusting the fabric of my pants as heat pooled low in my gut. Not because I wanted to—hell, Alvida herself wasn’t attractive in the slightest—but power was arousing in its own way. Watching this huge, sweating pirate queen work like a beast while I sat there, relaxed, completely in control of the situation—it stirred something inside me.

The boat surged forward with another mighty pull.

WHUMP. THWUMP. FLAP-SLAP.

The shockwave of her breasts rippled up her belly, her thick, dark nipples flicking from the ****.

I swallowed hard.

“Not getting tired, are you, Captain?” I asked, my voice light, teasing.

Alvida let out a thunderous laugh, sweat trickling down the deep canyons of her massive wobbling tits.

“Wahaha! You kidding?! I could row circles around the whole damn Grand Line!” she bellowed, throwing even more power into her strokes.

Her gigantic breasts swung wildly, colliding into her belly, her thighs, each other—flesh slapping like sails caught in a storm.

I grinned, leaning back once more, feeling the tension in my pants grow.

The next half hour passed in a haze of heat and the rhythmic pull of the oars, the boat steadily cutting through the waves. The heat, the sweat, the rhythmic sound of the oars—it all blurred together. At first, I was content, reveling in my newfound power, watching Alvida work while I relaxed. But as the minutes dragged on, a different feeling started to creep in. Annoyance.

She still talked to me like I was just some lowly cabin boy, barking orders, expecting me to fetch things, acting like she was still the one in charge. But things had changed. It was just the two of us now. If anything, I was the reason she wasn’t still floating helplessly in the ocean. I had gotten us out of there. I had saved her. And yet, she still talked down to me, still treated me like I was beneath her. That didn’t sit right. Not anymore.

I wasn’t just her cabin boy anymore. I should be more than that. And maybe… it was time she understood that.

The lifeboat rocked gently as we bobbed on the waves, the tension between us as palpable as the salt in the air. I had let her talk down to me for the last half hour, but now, as she scoffed and rolled her eyes, something in me snapped.

"Alvida, let's be real here," I cut in, my voice firmer than before. "Your crew is gone. Your ship is gone. Who fished you out of the water? Who got us out of that mess? If I were just a cabin boy, you'd still be floating in the ocean, waiting for some fisherman to scoop your fat ass up."

Her expression twisted, eyes narrowing at me. "And I thank you for saving me, and sure, I'll get you a fat bonus share," she scoffed, waving me off. "But let's not forget who's who here. You're a cabin boy, and I'm the beautiful, perfect, and powerful Captain Alvida! Don't make me laugh. Can you fight? What skills do you have other than swabbing decks and—"

I cut her off, "I ate a Devil Fruit I found in one of the rich people's cabins on the cruise ship."

Damn it, mouth!

I'd been thinking about telling her for a while now, but not like this. The words had just slipped out, my annoyance bubbling over before I could stop it. It pissed me off—she had her fat tits out, rowing the damn boat on my say-so, and yet she still had the nerve to look down on me. I was the one in control here, not her. I had saved her, I had put her in this situation, and she was still acting like she was above me.

What would happen if she knew? Would her knowledge change how my power worked? The earrings bent reality itself—was there a limit to that? If she understood that I could change what was 'normal,' would it weaken the effect? I hadn’t planned on testing that question just yet, but now the cat was out of the bag.

Alvida's demeanor shifted abruptly, her mocking tone faltering as her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I thought those weren't real... and here I got walloped by that rubber bastard and now you—" She paused, eyeing me carefully, reassessing me in this new light.

“What can you do?” she asked, her curiosity piqued but still tinged with skepticism.

"It makes me seem normal, and it allows me to change what is normal," I explained, feeling the weight of the earrings against my skin, a reminder of the power I now held. I decided to test it, to reshape our dynamic on the spot. "Like, you'd normally respect me after learning this and realize it's better to work together as partners."

The warmth from the earrings surged, a tangible sign that they were at work. Alvida's eyes widened slightly as she processed my words. After a moment, her posture softened, her expression shifting from incredulity to something resembling acceptance, even respect.

"Well, if that's the case," she said slowly, her tone less commanding and more contemplative, "then perhaps we should consider a more... equitable arrangement." It was clear the normality I had dictated was rewriting her perceptions, adjusting her 'normal' to fit this new narrative.

Alvida may have been a nasty piece of work, but she was still a mostly successful pirate captain. I figured I could learn a lot from her, and it would be nice to have such a strong, albeit ogre-like, lady on my side. Partnering with her could offer benefits beyond the ordinary, especially with my newfound abilities.

"Partners, then?" I ventured, offering my hand to seal the new deal.

Alvida glanced at my outstretched hand, then let out a short, amused snort. "Fine, partner," she said, reaching across the narrow boat.

As her thick fingers engulfed mine, the movement sent a ripple through her body. Her massive, pendulous tits swayed heavily, dragging atop the wooden bench between us before settling with a fleshy slap. Sweat-slicked skin left damp streaks on the worn wood, her dark nipples brushing the surface before she sat back, completely unbothered.

But even as she sat back, there was a flicker of doubt in her expression. Her eyes narrowed slightly, skepticism creeping back in. "Sounds kinda lame," she muttered, folding her thick arms beneath her heavy chest. "You say you can change what's normal, but all I see is you talking big. Prove it. Show me something that ain't just words."

Curiosity and a bit of devilish impulse spurred me to test the limits of my newfound control, courtesy of the mystical earrings. "Alright, Alvida, what if I asked you to do something you'd...nor- usually never want to do? Like, could you take both your tits in your mouth and suck on them for me?"

Alvida threw her head back and laughed heartily, the very idea seeming absurd to her. "Not a chance, boy. Don’t start thinking you can make all the demands just because you saved my hide once."

My grin widened.

"Actually, it's normal for you to suck on your own tits because I asked you to," I declared confidently, watching keenly for her reaction.

As if the command aligned perfectly with her own thoughts, Alvida’s demeanor shifted. She grasped her enormous, watermelon-sized breasts from below, each capped with a thick, cork-like nipple. She hoisted them with both hands, squeezing the massive, sagging flesh together and upwards towards her mouth. With a bizarre sense of determination, she managed to stuff both nipples into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out as she began to suck on them, her eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and mischief.

The sight was as shocking as it was comical, Alvida manipulating her own body to fulfill the bizarre command. After a few moments, she released her grip, letting her breasts fall back with a heavy bounce, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Well, that was... interesting. Feels weirdly good though," she admitted with a smirk, seemingly pleased with her own flexibility and responsiveness.

"Why did you do it, Alvida?" I asked, genuinely curious about her feelings on her actions.

"Because it felt right, didn’t it?" she responded casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to follow such an odd directive. "Plus, seeing that cannon you're hiding in your pants—it’s only fair to give you a good show. Damn, boy, didn’t know one of my cabin boys was packing that much firepower."

Her crass compliment caught me off guard, and he felt a flush rise to my cheeks, both from embarrassment and the bizarre turn the conversation had taken.

I narrowed my eyes, still not satisfied. "Alright, so what do you think of my power now? Still think it's lame?"

Alvida let out a deep, belly-shaking laugh. "What, your power is to make me do something I already like doing? Some great ability you've got there."

My brow furrowed. "But you said you'd never do that."

Alvida smirked, leaning back with an air of smug amusement. "I lied."

Exasperated, I groaned. "Okay then, you tell me something you'd never do."

Alvida's grin widened, a glint of challenge in her eyes. "I'm a pirate, boy. There's nothing I wouldn't do."

I let out a long sigh, rubbing my temples. "Alright, fine. If you’re going to be stubborn about this—it's normal for you to believe in my power, to know that I changed what you consider normal."

The warmth from the earrings pulsed again, sealing the reality. Alvida blinked, then tilted her head, as if processing a puzzle that suddenly made sense. Her lips curled into a slow, devious grin.

"Well, why didn’t you just do that from the start? Now that’s a real ability!" she laughed, slapping her belly. "Do you know what we can do with this? The kind of opportunities this opens up?" Her mind was already racing, the schemes practically forming behind her eyes.

I studied her carefully, intrigued. "And you're not... bothered by the fact that I adjusted your brain? Made you do something you’d never even consider before?"

Alvida scoffed, stretching her thick arms behind her head, causing her massive breasts to rise and settle again. "Why would I be? If you hadn’t said anything, I wouldn’t even question it. I wanted to do it. And honestly, who cares? It’s just my jugs. It’s hot, sweaty out here, and it’s just you. What’s the big deal?"

I couldn’t decide if her reaction was impressive or unsettling. "So, no moral objections to using my power?"

She sneered at the very idea. "Moral objections? Power is for using, dumbass. If I had that power, you'd be pumping away at my pussy like your life depended on it, and when you blew your load before I came like a pathetic little cabin boy, you'd be munching this box till I did. That’s how you use power."

My mouth opened, then shut again. My brain felt like it short-circuited for a moment, trying to catch up with what she'd just said.

"You... want to fuck me?" I blurted out, disbelief thick in my voice.

Alvida just laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle as she eyed me with open amusement. "Why not? You got my tits out, had me suck 'em. Wasn't that foreplay? I like a man that takes what he wants. Not that just any man can from me."

It threw me how she said it so casually, like it was an obvious conclusion to our conversation. My heart hammered in my chest, not from nerves—at least, not entirely—but from something darker, something hotter that I refused to fully acknowledge. And then there was the other thing she’d said.

"Pathetic little cabin boy?" I repeated, irritation creeping into my voice. "Lady, I am not little where it counts. Not in the least."

Alvida raised an eyebrow, eyes flicking down to the evidence pressing against the fabric of my pants before smirking. "Oh? That so? Then why do you look all flustered, huh? Getting hot under the collar just from looking at me?"

I gritted my teeth. I shouldn’t have been aroused by any of this. This was Alvida, fat, ugly, and brutal—a domineering tyrant who had made my life miserable. The same woman who had beaten me for not scrubbing the deck properly, who had **** her entire crew to grovel at her feet. My self-respect should have been kicking in, screaming at me to have some standards. But... who would know?

And there was something really arousing about just... fucking my captain.