A giant of a woman stands before you. Your first thought is she looks just like a smaller version of the giantess on the poster for Attack of the 52 Foot Woman. She is wearing a dirty white skirt that rides high on her muscular thighs and you're sure if she bent over you would get an eyeful of everything underneath. On her equally muscular chest sit a pair of breasts that would be bigger than double D's on a woman your own size and are wrapped in a tight bikini top that matches her skirt. Her long brown hair matches her dark complexion the belongs to a woman who has lived in the tropics for a very long time.
You realize that she may be smaller then the woman on the poster, but she is still a large woman. As her arm moves no higher then her shoulder to pick a bundle of bananas off of the top of the tree she stands in front of, you can't help but stare. You are completely lost in thought and don't feel the branch you are leaning on start to give until it has fallen with a loud crash. The woman whips around, dropping her bundle of bananas and pulling knife out of the waist of her skirt. You freeze as she looks right into your eyes and then she suddenly smiles. She begins to relax only to tense back up and charge at you, screaming like an amazon warrior. You drop to the ground and cower in fear, covering your face and pray.
A loud feline growl snaps you out of your panic and you look up in time to see a black and orange striped tail disappear into the jungle behind where you were standing. You star after it before hearing a musical laugh coming from above you. You look up and see the giantess standing over you, smiling down at you. Your face turns red as you realize you had guessed correctly about seeing everything under her skirt.
She reaches down, picking you up by your shoulders, and holds you up to her face.
"Hello little one! It's so nice to see one of the little folk again after all these years." She says as she dangles you a full 12 feet off the ground. "It really has been ages since I've had visitors of any kind on my island. What's your name?"
You mumble a response, still in shock.
"Nice to meet you, my name is Alayla. Let me guess, shipwrecked?" You nod. "That's how my last few guests have gotten here. Anyway you simply have to stay and eat, let me take you home with me okay? It'll be safer then out here with all the tigers." She doesn't wait for a reply and carries you back to where she dropped her bananas.
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