As it turned out, the giant woman wasn’t nearly as giant as Lincoln initially thought. Maybe he’d drank some of the seawater, and it was playing tricks on his mind? Regardless, the woman was roughly 30 to 40ft tall, easily able to hold a regular-sized person in her hand, which was sufficient reason for Lincoln to duck for cover. From his hiding spot, Lincoln carefully observed more details about the giantess. Or, maybe a mini giantess would be more accurate? She was a short-haired brunette with freckles and what appeared to be a lute tied to her grass skirt. Lincoln estimated that she looked to be in her late teens or early twenties, yet she was remarkably well-endowed. Most women back home would have to shill out tons of cash to get what, presumably, she was born with. The teen boy crouched a little lower and pressed his thighs together when he felt his pants tighten.
“Hey, there you are, Charles,” the giantess greeted in a somewhat scratchy voice as the dog bounded up to her. She knelt low enough to receive his happy, slobbering licks while playfully wrestling his head away. It would have been cute, if Lincoln wasn’t 100% certain that one wrong step would reduce him to paste. “Yeah, I know you’re happy to see me, but you shouldn’t have run away like that. That storm was nuts, and there could be hazards all over the place. Mom would kill us both if anything happened to you.”
Charles, as he was known, showed no remorse. Instead, he just gave a (relatively) soft yip and attacked the woman’s face with kisses once more.
“Yeah-yeah, down, boy,” she huffed as she stood tall. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Oh, so you let the cute ones do whatever they want to your face,” came another giant voice that made Lincoln’s heart skip a beat. Just how many giants were on this island, anyway? Regardless, this one had a similar figure to the first, super-model quality with ample assets where it counted. Additionally, this new girl had much fairer skin, had a blue streak in her blonde hair, and also carried a lute by her side. “I should keep that in mind,” the blonde said as she threw her arms around the freckled woman’s stomach from behind and pulled their bodies close in an intimate embrace.
Lincoln blushed as he watched the blonde kiss the brunette’s neck. The boy tried doing the decent thing by averting his gaze, but he just couldn’t look away, especially when the blonde’s hands started teasing the brunette’s grass skirt, threatening to rip it off.
Suddenly, Charles began barking, forcing the women to begrudgingly break their intimacy. They followed the dog’s excited barks as he led them straight for… the boy in the bushes…
“Crap,” Lincoln muttered.
“What is it, boy?” asked the brunette as she reached out with a tree-sized stick to pry the bush open. “Is there an animal in there, or a…” The giant woman paused and blinked several times in stunned silence as she stared down at something she hadn’t expected to see today. “A b-boy!?”
Lincoln’s fight-or-flight response took over as he dashed out of the bush and into the thicker part of the jungle.
“Wait, come back, boy!” called the brunette. “Sam, circle around. We can’t let him get away! Charles, fetch!”
Lincoln didn’t need to look back to know he needed to run faster. It was like every blade of oversized grass was making a point to smack his face and slow him down. The rocks kept tripping up his worn shoes, and the thundering of giant footsteps seemed to echo all around him. Finally, he got out of the thick grass and entered a clearing, only to be greeted by the dog’s excited snoot. The animal was bent over, tongue hanging out with its tail wagging like it wanted to fly away. As Lincoln paused to plan his next move, an eclipse drew his attention upward, just in time to see a massive hand close in. Before the young man knew it, several enormous fingers had encased his lower half.
“I got him!” proclaimed the girl named Sam as she triumphantly held up the white-haired boy, only for him to cry in pain.
“Sam, not so tight!” chided the brunette.
“Oops, my bad.” Sam carefully relaxed her grip to hold her catch steady without letting him wiggle free. She then looked awkwardly at the brunette and asked, “Uh, now what?”
The brunette seemed momentarily lost before she thought of an answer. “Uh, I guess we should introduce ourselves,” she phrased like a question. “Hey there, little dude. My name’s Luna, and the hot one is Sam.”
Charles barked.
“Oh, and that’s Charles. Good boy, Charles,” Luna praised as she vigorously scratched around the dog’s head. “Who helped us catch the boy? You did. Yes, you did!”
“Hey, the boy has a name,” Lincoln snapped back with a volume that alarmed even him. “Uh, m-my name’s L-Lincoln,” he added much more tepidly as the giant faces bore down on him. “C-can you let me go?”
Luna shook her head. “Sorry, dude. Rules are rules, and all outsiders have to be brought to the chief. She’ll decide what to do with you.”
“Decide what to—b-but I haven’t done anything!” Lincoln protested, trying to look at the women’s faces and not their massive chests. Unfortunately, he didn’t do too well.
“Uh, Luns, I think he’s got a weapon,” Sam informed as she carefully opened her hands. “Something’s poking me.”
Luna leaned in for an inspection, only to burst out laughing. “Haha! That proves he’s a boy and not a flat-chested girl. Mom said that only boys have bodies that react like that.”
Sam stared at Lincoln as they mirrored each other’s blushes. Then, licking her lips as her eyes lit up with thought, she faced Luna. “Ya know, this is the first boy we’ve ever found. Does the law say we have to bring him to the chief right away?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we caught him fair and square,” Sam replied. “By the law of the hunt, he’s ours. Even if we have to give him up, we can still do what we want with him right now, right?”
“Oh, Sam, you naughty girl,” Luna said with a giggle as she playfully pressed her shoulder to the blonde. Her eyes then fell back on the boy. “Hmm… maybe?”
1 Luna and Sam take Lincoln to the Chief
2 Luna and Sam play with Lincoln
3 Another giantess shows up
4 A jungle beast intrudes