When Daniel awoke, the two goddesses were walking away from the island, apparently done screwing eachother for the moment. He looked around at the islands. He wasn't sure how he'd survived. Every little outcropping seemed wiped clean by their bodies, the waves they made, or their orgasms. Daniel looked for his boat. Before he'd lost consciousness, he'd remembered it right behind him. Now he was halfway up a steep hill. A huge crater had been gouged into the land behind him. From the shape, one of the goddess's breasts had come down. Smeared along the side was his boat. Had he been a few steps slower he would have been part of the wreckage. At the center of the crater was a village. A very flat village. The only remains of the inhabitants were tiny stains and a few scraps of skin imprinted in the ground.
Daniel walked to the other side of the island. On this side, a small town had been annhiliated when a colossal ass rolled over it. But miraculously, a boat sat moored in the bay. Daniel sprinted to the shore, gazing in horrified awe at the ruins. He needed to get away before the giantesses came back. He didn't think he'd be lucky enough to survive two encounters with them.
The boat had been swamped by water and was barely afloat. The radio had been destroyed, and some other equipment was fried by the sea water. The engine still working though, so he had a possibility of escape. When the boat grumbled to life, he aimed towards the one untouched island. Maybe someone there would have some working equipment.
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