“Hmm, nah,” Luna decided after a moment’s thought. “Sorry, babe. I get it. I do. This little fella looks like a lot of fun, but we shouldn’t. He’d probably just tattle on us and get in trouble.”
“I won’t tattle, I swear!” Lincoln yelled. He tried wiggling loose, but Sam just resumed her tight grip with her gigantic fingers. “Ugh. J-just let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone what happened.”
“Luns, look how much he’s shaking,” Sam pointed out in concern. “I think he’s seriously scared of us.”
Luna looked taken aback. “Wait, you are?”
Lincoln eventually nodded, prompting Luna to face-palm.
“Dammit. Now we’re gonna get a lecture from Lori. Ugh. I can almost hear her saying this wouldn’t have happened if we’d just followed the rules and taken the boy straight to the chief.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Sam sighed in defeat. “No offense, your sister might be hot, but she can be so bossy.”
Luna rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it. Well, we should probably head back home. C’mon, Charles. We’re heading back,” she called, prompting the dog to bark as it ran ahead of them, but never went out of sight.
Lincoln lurched forward within the fingers as the giants began walking. Luckily, the walk was relatively steady, but he was still rising and falling with the steps of feet large enough to crush him if their owners weren’t watching. Looking down drew his attention to other parts of their bodies. Both giant women had amazingly sexy figures with cleavage deep enough for the little boy to swim in. Also, up close, their grass garments left very little to the imagination, and seemed like they were more about aesthetics than hiding their wearers’ modesty. However, not wanting to be teased again, Lincoln forced himself to look up at their beautiful faces, which didn’t help much.
“Well, since we’re doing what we’re supposed to and taking you home anyway, we might as well chat on the way,” Sam suggested. “Lincoln, right? Tell us about yourself, little guy. What brings you to our humble little island?”
“Uh, the storm, I guess. I got thrown overboard, and I washed up here.”
“Figures. The chief said that’s how outsiders usually get here,” Luna informed. “Which sucks. You little guys are so cool. It’d be great if there were more of you.”
“More?” Lincoln questioned. “Are there others?”
Sam opened her mouth to answer, only for Luna to slap her hand to cover it.
“Dude, I’m not sure we should be telling him this stuff.”
“Girl, what’s up with you?” Sam asked in annoyance as she batted away the busty brunette’s hand. “You’re acting weird.”
“Well, this is a pretty big deal. He’s the first boy to come here in… I don’t even know how long.”
“Um,” Lincoln spoke up, causing both giant women to level their enormous gazes upon him. He shrunk back a little, but realizing he was powerless to escape, he channeled his favorite superheroes and straightened his posture. “Look, I’m clearly not going anywhere without you guys’ say so, right? So, what’s the harm in letting me know where you’re taking me? Like, if there’s a chief, there’s probably more of you. Do you live in a village or something?”
Sam shot Luna a warning look before answering. “Yeah, there’s a village. It’s not much, but it’s home. Though, I guess for someone your size, not too much is probably still a lot,” she joked.
Lincoln allowed himself a small chuckle. “Yeah. So, what about the chief? Can you tell me about him?”
“Well, she”—Luna corrected—“calls the shots for everyone on the island, even her daughters.”
“Especially her daughters,” Sam added while gesturing with her thumb at Luna. “That’s why she’s so worried about the rules. She’s afraid what her mom will do to her if she gets mad.”
“Okay, this right here,” Luna began. “This is exactly what I didn’t want you spilling. Now the little guy probably thinks I’m a total loser.”
“No, I don’t,” Lincoln gently assured. “So you’re mom’s a little strict. That’s not so bad. At least you have a mom.”
Luna pursed her lips. “Okay, now I really feel like a loser.” The brunette held out her hand until Sam gently dumped Lincoln into her palm. “Dude, I’m sorry for being, well, not my best. You’re literally the first new face I’ve ever met, and I guess I’m just a little anxious that you’re so cute, and—”
“Cute?” Lincoln cut in, blushing. “Y-you think I’m cute?”
“That’s how it sounded to me,” Sam added with a wry grin. “Wow, Luns. You’ve known this boy less than an hour, and you’re already dropping the C word. Should I be jealous?”
Luna rolled her eyes. “Not likely. If anything, maybe I should be jealous. After all, you didn’t know him five minutes before you started suggesting naughty things.” Luna jabbed her fingers under Sam’s pits, making the blonde retreat from the tickle attack while Lincoln was forced to hold onto the fingers to keep from falling. “Whoa, sorry, little dude,” Luna apologized while closing her fingers around Lincoln’s lower half until he could barely move. “Is this better?”
“Um, I guess,” Lincoln conceded as he impotently tried pulling himself free. “It’s not painful, but I kinda miss the ground being not so far away.” He peeked over the hand’s edge, but decided it wasn’t worth it.
“Hehe, I think it would have been funny if you fell,” Sam said, earning WTF expressions from the others. “Oh, come on. The way you were holding him, if he fell, there was only one place he could have landed.” She then suggestively bounced her eyebrows.
Eyes wide in understanding, Luna’s gaze quickly darted between the tiny boy in her hand and the vast chasm of breast flesh held within her leafy top. Then her grin grew mischievous as she faced Sam. “You’re a terrible influence.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Sam chuckled as she bumped Luna’s shoulder and kissed the brunette’s cheek.
Feeling emboldened, Lincoln spoke again. “Hey, weird question, but are the other villagers like you guys?”
“Nah,” Luna said with a dismissive wave. “As far as tits go, we’re a little below average. Mom, though—*whistles*—now those are some udders.”
“No, I didn’t mean that,” Lincoln insisted, blushing.
“Hey, we’re not below average,” Sam countered with a pout. “There are plenty of girls smaller than us.”
“Yeah, but be real, Sam. Most of them are only smaller cuz they’re younger.”
Sam’s face contorted in frustration. “Now look who’s giving away too much.”
“Uh, I was actually talking about how nice you are,” Lincoln interjected. “Of all the ways my first encounter with a giant woman could have gone, things could have definitely been worse. So, all things considered, I’m hopeful the rest of the village is like you guys.”
“Aww,” Luna cooed.
Meanwhile, Sam pointed at Lincoln while smiling flatly at Luna. “See that right there? Flattery. Gets me every time.” She resumed looking at the small boy and added, “So, flatterer, if you want to win my affection from Luna, there are some rituals we’ll have to run you through. First and foremost is the naked mud wrestling.”
Lincoln nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I’m like 90% certain you’re making that up to mess with me.”
“You can’t prove that I’m not,” Sam teased.
“What about when we get to the chief, and I can just ask her?”
“… damn.”
“Ha, he got ya,” chuckled Luna. “Though, she’s right. If I found out you were trying to steal Sam from me, wrestling would definitely be on the menu, right above you.” And she threateningly clicked her teeth, making Lincoln cower in her grip. “Shit, I went too far, didn’t I?”
“Yeah. Here, give him to me,” Sam said as she held out her hands for Luna to return Lincoln. “Hey, little guy. Miss me? Don’t worry. I’m the nice one who’ll only eat you with my perfectly fine”—she directed at Luna—“boobies. That sounds better, right?”
“Um, I would just really appreciate if we stopped talking about eating me, if that’s okay with you guys,” Lincoln anxiously informed as he steadied his heartbeat. He looked away, missing how the giant girls shared worried glances as he watched the enormous trees go by. Then he saw something that wasn’t a tree.
“Morning, you two,” called the giant woman with shoulder-length blonde hair. She looked even older than the first two, with boobs bigger than her head, freckles, and hips that would make Jessica Rabbit jealous. Her grass garbs seemed a little better put together, which was probably necessary to contain her tremendous assets.
“Hey, Becca,” Sam replied, waving with her free hand while moving Lincoln behind her back, directly above her curvaceous ass, with her thumb over his mouth. “Crazy storm last night, huh.”
“Yeah, wild,” Becca agreed as she picked berries for her basket. “Oh, and whoever you’re hiding back there, don’t let Chief Rita catch you. You know how she gets about tinies, especially the yummy ones.”
A million and one questions rushed through Lincoln’s mind, but he focused on those that made his blood run cold. Why would someone describe a tiny person as yummy? He didn’t like the answers he imagined. Worse, the further they went, the more giants became visible, all walking around in clothes made of jungle debris between grass huts. They laughed as they chatted, did chores, or just went about their business. Some carried benign things like baskets and pots. One group wielded spears with what looked like a t-rex slung over her shoulder. Also, there wasn’t a man to be seen. Just gorgeous, big-tittied amazon women for as far as the eye could see. Also-also, at least some of them considered people his size yummy. Things did not bode well for young Lincoln Loud.
1 The chief keeps Lincoln for herself
2 The chief lets Luna and Sam keep Lincoln
3 The chief orders that Lincoln be shared amongst the village
4 The chief grants Lincoln equal citizenship
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