“Hullo again, you beautiful tiny people!” a voice boomed high above. She placed her hands on her knees and leaned down to coo at the miniature inhabitants. The ground rumbled a few more times as Bora approached the village. She breathed a sigh of relief and sank back into the grass. But the foot sailed on, landing with another huge thud behind her. Genevieve screamed, certain that she was about to be squashed like an insect. A shadow eclipsed her, and a ceiling of wrinkled pink flesh filled the sky. As the girl tried to sit up, she saw the giant woman’s massive foot rising overhead. The earth shook most horribly causing Genevieve to stumble and fall into the tall grass. When the titanic being was nearly upon her, Genevieve called out at the top of her lungs.īora had not heard her though and lowered herself from the beanstalk with a resounding crash. The brown-haired giant was dressed as she had been days earlier, wearing nothing but a loincloth and leather chest wrappings, her body’s considerable assets on display. At her actual height however, the lofty lady had breasts the size of hills, an arse bigger than most houses, hips that nearly filled the horizon, and shapely legs as tall as a castle. Had they been the same height, Bora’s ample curves would still have dwarfed those of the redhead. The astronomical woman (known as Bora, if she recalled correctly) possessed a figure that put her own to shame. The girl’s breath caught in her throat at the sight, not only for the giant’s staggering size but for her striking appearance as well. Above her, the vast creature’s form grew closer and closer. After all, the titan had seemed reasonable on her previous visit…mostly.Ī short distance from the stalk, Genevieve stood her ground. She was determined to confront the giantess and force her to account for her actions. The people turned and fled at once – all save for Genevieve. The townsfolk looked up in horror and noticed movement high in the sky. Genevieve was about to debate this point when the shadow above them suddenly deepened. “It’s worth the life of one reeve if it saves the village.” “If he were here, he’d vote to destroy the damn beanstalk,” another man insisted. The giantess is not without reason or mercy. “She could have gobbled us all up if she so desired. “I don’t believe that,” Genevieve declared. “Likely she took the lad as a snack for her journey.” “Wynston’s probably dead by now,” said one of the foresters. As for Genevieve, she had lost a mentor, the only one who truly believed in her abilities as a watchman. Several villagers had witnessed her snatch him up and imprison him in the depths of her enormous bosom before departing. Indeed, the giant woman had kidnapped their shire-reeve, Wynston of the Ward, leader of the guard. “The giantess took Wynston! He’s up there somewhere too!” “We can’t destroy it, I tell you!” she cried. For Genevieve was protesting the beanstalk being chopped down. But this time the people said she had gone too far. She had always been a misfit in Lesser Albion. A bit of a tomboy, she enjoyed nothing more than fighting, mastering weapons, and performing feats of athleticism. While sewing and mending clothes paid the bills, Genevieve’s heart wasn’t truly in it. But the watch was a volunteer police force and, theoretically, anyone could join. The villagers found it rather scandalous that a woman had been allowed to join the guard. Dark grey tights covered her slender legs and leather hunting boots completed her ensemble.
Beneath her small feathered cap, lovely red-gold tresses flowed freely. Her official grey uniform hugged a figure with more curves than the average watchman. Genevieve was quite unlike her compatriots.
But in her spare time, she volunteered with the town guard. Officially, she worked as a seamstress, following a long line of local tailors. Genevieve stood beside the beanstalk observing the foresters’ work. But the stalk was larger and thicker than any tree they’d ever seen and as wide around as a tower. A team of foresters had been hacking away at it for days with their axes. Now the monster was gone, and the townsfolk were faced with a dilemma – what to do about the beanstalk. Even so, her presence had wreaked havoc on the sleepy hamlet – crushing roads, damaging houses, and leaving footprints as deep as sinkholes. Thankfully, the titan had possessed a somewhat merciful demeanor and was merely there to study the village, not annihilate it. It hardly seemed real, like something out of a storybook. A colossal giantess, at least two hundred and fifty feet tall, had descended a magical beanstalk and brought terror to the town.
It had been a mere week since the village of Lesser Albion faced possible destruction.