Lincoln squirmed within Sam’s tight grasp as she continued holding him behind her giant back. Under different circumstances, he wouldn’t mind this view of a cute girl’s butt, especially with her plumber’s crack. However, despite their previous cordial conduct, the giant girls carrying Lincoln suddenly began behaving strangely, and he desperately wanted to know what was happening. His captors’ seeming insistence on hiding him didn’t help. Unfortunately, no matter how he squirmed, Sam’s fingers were always one step ahead of him, covering his mouth and obscuring his view.
Every now and then, he’d catch a glimpse of something. Giant women of all sorts permeated the thatched village, mostly wearing animal skins or clothes made of greenery that left little to the imagination. There were only giant women, however, but they otherwise seemed normal enough. As Sam walked down the dirt road, swerving to keep Lincoln out of sight, he caught glimpses of seemingly normal behavior. One woman was grinding plants under a roller while another knelt by a ‘small’ garden with vegetables roughly the size of the boy’s house. Creatures resembling giant rodents, pigs, and even dinosaurs hung lifelessly from meat racks, devoid of skin as the sun dried them out. One young girl looked very pleased with herself as she walked alongside a woman who was probably her mother, both carrying large baskets of mushrooms.
Alas, such mundane wholesomeness did little to assuage Lincoln of his fears. Why did that one woman, Becca, say tinies were yummy? It seemed like there was only one rational answer, but it was too terrible to believe. Sam and Luna had been so friendly. Was that just an act to make him more compliant before they—? Lincoln didn’t even want to think about it.
“Luns, he’s getting antsy,” Sam whispered. “Tell me you know where your mom is so we can get this over with.” Then Lincoln’s struggling redoubled. “Shit, I think I said the wrong thing.”
“Yo, moms!” Luna called in relief, waving to the tall blonde.
Rita was the village chief, as marked by the red-feathered headdress. Like most older women, her voluptuous figure was barely contained by her grassy skirt and top. Even after ten kids, she still had a killer body that her daughters aspired to emulate. However, she was also a woman with more responsibility than most, as indicated by standing outside the stone arch to the largest hut in the village. Thusly, seeing her daughter look so relieved to see her, she scowled at the logical assumption. “Alright, what did you do?”
“Mom, I’m hurt,” Luna bemoaned as the woman her mother had been speaking to decided to make herself scarce. “This is the first time we’ve chatted all day, and you—”
“—Think you’re buttering me up because you hope I’ll bail you out?” Rita finished, arms folded under her tremendous chest. Then her eyes fell on Sam, and she extended her hand. “Hand it over.”
“Wh-what?” Sam asked, eyes shifting guiltily. “I-I don’t—”
“Sam, I’m in no mood for excuses,” Rita flatly stated. “Agnes’ pet went missing this morning, along with several fish, and no one can find Lynn. If you know anything about this—”
“Mom!” Luna cut in, only to correct herself with a more respectful tone. “Chief, we don’t know anything about that, and we’ll help look later, but there’s something we think you’ll want to see… in private,” she finished in a whisper.
Rita sighed and motioned the girls to follow. “Alright, inside. This had better not be a trick,” she sternly informed as she entered the hut’s shade.
Then, after exchanging one final look, Sam and Luna nodded before revealing their find. Lincoln fell onto Sam’s open palm after being gripped for so long. The world took a second to stop spinning as he looked around. Relatively speaking, the hut was fairly large, about the size of a master bedroom, with a sizable chair covered in animal skins in the center, an animal skin rug, and several decorative clay pots and statues. However, the most eye-catching was the biggest woman he’d yet seen. She towered over his captors by almost a full head, with breasts and butt cheeks that each looked heavy enough to crush his puny form. The chief’s cross expression initially made Lincoln’s blood run cold, which only got slightly better when her eyes widened in shock.
Rita did a double-take between the tiny and the girls holding him. “A-are you a boy? That’s a boy, isn’t it? You are a boy, right?”
“Uh… yes?” Lincoln answered uncertainly, arms now hugging around his exposed chest.
“Oh, wow. This is… whoa,” Rita said, staggering until her enormous butt dropped into her remarkably sturdy throne. She adjusted her headdress and looked at the girls as her expression grew thoughtful. “Where’d you find him?”
“About twenty minutes west,” Luna answered, pointing a thumb over her shoulder. “He said he washed in with the storm last night.”
“Well, I suppose we were about due for some new arrivals, but a boy?” Rita sighed as she slumped in her seat. “This is gonna be trouble.”
“U-um, e-excuse me?” Lincoln timidly spoke up. He felt the weight of three giant gazes fall upon him, but chose to not back down. “Uh, hey. My name is Lincoln, and I, uh, w-was wondering what’s going on.”
After staring sternly at the tiny, white-haired boy for a second, Rita straightened. “Yes, I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now, so forgive me if I seem distracted. However, as the chief, I suppose I owe you an explanation. So, let’s see how well I remember this,” she said before clearing her throat. “My name is Chief Rita, and you’ve arrived on the island of Amazonia, home of the giants. We don’t know where we are on your maps, as people have arrived here from all across the world. No boats have ever landed here, just a handful of lucky souls who survived the turbulent seas and were washed ashore. Are you following so far?”
“Um, I think so,” Lincoln agreed. “So, uh—”
“Please save all questions for the end,” Rita cut in. “Now, where was I? Oh, right. There is no way to leave. All attempts have been blown back by the storms that patrol just beyond the horizon, or were never heard from again. And since I doubt you’ve heard any tales of giant women landing in the outside world, it’s safe to say they didn’t make it,” Rita explained to the despondent boy. However, she needed to be firm for this part. “That’s why it’s forbidden to leave the island, and fishing rafts may only go out so far without provoking the storm. So, I’m afraid to say that whatever life you had before is lost.”
Lincoln dropped to his knees, crestfallen at the idea he’d never see his dad again.
“Luckily, you are not the first tiny to arrive on Amazonia, and we know what to do with you,” Rita continued, remembering to grin as she’d been taught for this part of the speech.
“D-do with me?” Lincoln gulped anxiously. “Are you g-gonna e-eat me?”
“I was just getting to that, sweetie, but yes,” Rita continued with her upbeat grin. “Our island only has the tinies who’ve washed ashore and their descendants, and there are four of us for every one of you. Given your small stature and weak frames—no offense—there’s not much you can contribute to the village. So, by ancient law, all tinies are to be kept as—”
“F-food!” Lincoln blurted, glancing over Sam’s hand and weighing the odds of surviving if he jumped.
Rita frowned. “No. Well, yes, but please stop interrupting.”
“Chill, little dude,” Luna encouraged. “No one’s gonna hurt ya.”
“Excuse me, but she just said yes to me being food!” Lincoln irately countered, “And the last time I checked, digesting in a stomach hurts!”
“No one said anything about digesting,” Rita argued in building frustration. “Look, we keep tinies as pets, okay? We don’t hurt you or digest you or anything like that. You might have heard me mention a missing pet? Well, that’s a big deal because we hold our precious tinies in the highest regard. Any harm they suffer is met with severe punishment, which is why I must ask if these two have hurt you at all?” Rita asked while gesturing between the girls.
Lincoln answered without thinking. “Well, no, but Luna said she’d eat me if I tried to steal Sam from her.”
Rita stifled a snorting laugh. “As she should. Trying to steal someone with fingers bigger than you is just plain dumb, and she’d be right to remind you where you stand with us.” She laughed again at the amusing idea. “Look, boy, there’s much more I need to say, but I have other priorities. So, Luna and Sam, I’m making you the boy’s probationary guardians,” she said to their elation. “Can you handle that?”
Both girls nodded emphatically and gave every word of gratitude and assurance that they wouldn’t squander this chance. With that, Rita dismissed them to focus on more mundane issues than the first human boy in her lifetime.
1 Luna and Sam take Lincoln home
2 Luna and Sam show Lincoln around the village
3 Lincoln manages to get loose and run away
4 Someone runs up and steals Lincoln
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