After waking and clearing her senses, she looks at you and gapes. Her mouth falls open in amazement. "What are you?!" she demands. Backing up, you see the enormous giantess is totally naked and her hands crush into the desert each time she moves. At five hundred feet high, she could use a football stadium as a bath tub. "M m m miss Hayak... Please... They just told me I was supposed to help you... Then they left!" You beg. She grinds her fist into her face for a moment and groans. "Oh, no. So it wasn't a dream..." she says mostly to herself then looks around. The road nearby looks like a toy race track to her. She looks disturbed and gazes at you. You're smaller than her pinkie gaping up at her. "Okay, so how are you supposed to help me?" she asks.
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