Kyle woke up to the smell of roasted pineapple, just like his mother had made at Christmas time every year. He sighed, because the boat crash, the death of his parents, all of it must have been a dream. Kyle was not so lucky, as he came to realize. When the mist faded from his eyes, he saw that his bedroom ceiling had become mostly thatch, and that his bed smelled almost feminine. He turned to his right and what he saw made him gasp. A girl, about 25 feet tall was standing over a well-made, but very primitive stove slowly cooking the pineapple he had smelled earlier. The girl heard him, and with wide eyes rushed to his bedside and stared at him quizzically. They both stared like this for a while, before Kyle finally broke the silence with a cautious "hello?"
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Island Giantess
FantasyOn an island undiscoverable by humans, there lives a girl, completely alone. One day, however, her whole life changes.
