Fit and toned

The whole floor shakes and rattles your little legs. A growing shadow is soon falling over the floor and your cowering form. Covering one end of the great hall in a quick leap, the figure standing over you is a fit, 8-foot tall girl whose wardrobe is a mix of gym wear and a costume party. It is like a doujinshi come to life, the woman is extraordinarily beautiful and looks like she spends a good amount of time keeping her body toned.

Princess Isabella looks at you confused, then sees the long soft-padded table beside you. Her hair is long, dirty blonde, flowing over her shoulders in a ponytail. You try to keep your view on her face while she stretches out, and gets ready to lay on the table. "You're a lil short for a masseuse but I am super sore from practice. Don't hold back, little guy!" She has her eyes closed, laying on the table with her large boobs keeping her huge body slightly off like flotation devices. This is crazy, you think to yourself... You had heard from your buddies that doing a couple of gigs on "Amazon Island" were lucrative, downright fun if you wanted it to be. Tips were good and it could be a step towards having your own set-up, not having to go on these ridiculous jobs...

You pick up a small bottle of lotion, realizing you may have made the mistake of bringing too little. How can these last couple of drops make work of the mini giantess's muscled form? The table rumbles, and you hear the loud purr of her buzzsaw-like snores. You were trying not to stare but now that she's laying down, not even awake, you see her as a true, living deity. She has unhooked the cheetah print bikini with her tanned bareback exposed to the air. Leather sandals that strap around the ankle have been lazily, partially been unwrapped. You follow your view up her ankle, towards the base of her thighs, where her giant ass is barely covered by a towel. Her snores echo throughout the hall as you decide on where to get started on the massage.