The first thing that came to Daniel's mind (or, at least, the part of it that wasn't catatonic) about the massive newcomer was it's size. It was somewhere between 600 and 700 feet tall, if an inch, and loomed over or matched height with all but the tallest skyscrapers.
The second thing that came to mind was that the massive figure was female. The second was that she was very female.
The titaness was a young woman, in her early twenties, if Daniel was any judge. Her skin was bronzed from the sun, her hair brown, long and luxurious, her face pretty and her curves to die for. Toned thighs met with a set of large, pleasantly shaped hips and rear, which narrowed into a tight, flat stomach. From her chest hung a pair of massive breasts, each the size of her head and their bottoms just below her ribcage. The only clothes she wore was a bikini, made from huge sheets of tarpaulin that had been plastered with colourful advertisements. Not recognizing many of the brands and names, Daniel's inner FBI agent concluded that they must be local establishments. Daniel's inner FBI agent noted that this was a rather clever way of making those clothes pay for themselves.
The giantess was walking through the city, very careful to keep to the wider roads, which Daniel's inner FBI agent noted were completely clear of vehicles, but packed full of pedestrians on the sidewalk.
Meanwhile, the rest of Daniel was making a decent impersonation of a goldfish. He opened and closed his mouth for a full minute, and finally managed to kick himself into gear and blurted out, "What the hell!?"
"That, Daniel," Philips said, as smug as you please, "Is Jenny. She's been a good and productive member of the Redwood Bay community for the past six months."
"Six months!?" Daniel exclaimed, scrambling back to his feet, "Why didn't I know-"
"Because it's been on this wonderful thing called the news," Philips interrupted, punching the other man on the shoulder, "I know you think the channels are full of bullshit; because they are full of bullshit. But that's no reason to refuse to get some basic fucking knowledge."
Philips crossed his arms, staring at the giantess. She waved at the little crowd at her feet, smiling brightly.
"Nobody knows where she came from," Philips said, answering Daniel's unasked question, "Not even her. She just... walked into town one day. Caused a hell of a panic, once people realized it wasn't a joke. Mayor even called the National Guard."
"Well, turns out, she's knows just as much as we do about her. All she remembers is waking up over at the mountains, and then walking over here. Also, she's harmless, if a little on the grabby side. The newspaper -which is something that you're going to read, by the way- ran a poll on what to call her, and they ended up with Jenny."
Daniel had been silent, observing Jenny. On one hand, she was gorgeous. On the other...
He winced when she crouched down, holding a finger out to the crowd.
"So, where do I fit into this?" He asked, turning to look at Philips, "What am I supposed to do about this... this giant?"
Grinning, Philips answered...
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author