You live in a little town named Gullyton. It is a peaceful town near the sea, with good connections to other nearby towns and villages and you are rarly short of supplies.
But the Travelers who get the supplies, who venture past the town's walls...
Gullyton has a serious problem, GIANTS, which is Ok if you're Macrophilic, like yourself, but it is still a great problem, it makes the Werewolf attacks of '62 look delightful. You must get a Giants rade once a fortnight. Men, Women, Teenagers, all taken without Prejudice. No-one knows what happens to these innocent people, but everyone has their own views:
'Me 'usband, 'pon the stormy night!' Mrs O'Hara would cry 'taken, taken f'r fodder, gone wit' te wind!'
'All o' my cattle went one day,' was Mr Leary's comment 'probably used f'r some saddistic games an' wotnot'
'And the took my wife,' Count DeNumbers said, 'So pretty, probably used as a mate'
The stories went on, you could only pray that the last account was the truest.
One day you were sitting on the big rock overlooking the cliffs and the sea. You turned you head and spotted...
...Oh god!... a giant!
It must have been 50ft tall and wore nothing but strips of cloth over itself.
It appeared to be a woman as it had such a large chest.
She had long tangeled hair, a very nice figure, and a largeish bum. the cloth only covered her chest and what was covering her lower region only realy looked like a big leaf. Although she looked like Monster Girl of the century, something about her rough-and-tumbleness made her appeare kinda... sexy.
You where too horrifide to move, you just sat there, staring. she didn't notice you though and walked right up to you, turned around, sat on you.