As Tanya tried to wake up, she felt as though she were laying on something soft, kind of like someone’s flesh. She opened her eyes and saw she was lying on her stomach, but more importantly on a gigantic human hand. She carefully stood up and tried to figure out where she was.
“Oh good, you’re awake. Are you alright?” Tanya heard a loud voice ask. She turned around and saw that the hand she was on belonged to a giantess.
The giantess stood at least a good 70 feet tall, had long black hair that reached her butt, used a pair of huge clam shells for a bra and wore a skirt made of massive palm leaves. “Are you okay?” The giantess repeated.
“Please, don’t hurt me.” Tanya begged.
“Don’t worry; I’m not going to harm you. What’s your name?” the giantess asked compassionately.
“I’m Tanya. W- where am I?” Tanya asked nervously.
“Tanya, huh? That’s a nice name. Mine’s Loretta. As for where you are, you’re at my home on this island.” Loretta replied with a gentle smile, flourishing her other hand around to show that they were in a large hut made from local plants and rocks.
“Are there other people on this island?” Tanya asked, feeling more secure now for some reason.
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