Lincoln's head was pounding as he woke up on a sandy beach. The last thing he remembered was falling into the ocean after his boat had capsized in the storm. Somehow, the ocean had saved him and he'd ended up here. He had no idea where he was, but there was a huge green jungle in front of him and a beach that seemed to stretch on for miles. Now, normally, the smart thing to do would be to avoid going into the jungle, which was no doubt crawling with dangerous animals that could easily make him their next dinner. But judging by the dark clouds that were still hanging overhead, it looked like the storm that washed him up here could still come back to finish the job. So in this case, the best course of action was to try and find some shelter and if he was lucky, something edible.

Lincoln Loud was thirteen years old and if you're wondering what he was doing in the middle of the sea, it's a long story. The point is that now he was all on his own, stranded on an island with no food and no way to call for help. He had to do something or he was gonna die of hypothermia, hunger or something else's hunger. He wandered around the jungle for what felt like hours. He was hungry, thirsty, cold, and tired and hadn't seen a sign of any food, shelter or… WATER!

By some miracle, Lincoln had come across a flowing sparkling stream. He ran up to it and drank as much as he could manage. The water tasted so pure and felt so cool running down his throat. Lincoln was filled with a new sense of hope that maybe he could survive here after all. Something that wilderness survivalist Rip Hardcore had said came to mind. If Lincoln just followed the water upstream, it might lead to something edible. So he started walking.

Lincoln must have made it at least half a mile upstream before he heard a rumbling sound. It got louder and louder until he realized it was a stampede. In a panic, the boy jumped out of the way just in time to avoid being trampled by a bunch of… they looked like some kind of giant bird. Like giant dodos or something. But that was impossible… wasn't it? He had bigger things to worry about at the moment, so he kept moving.

Eventually, Lincoln came across an open field where the trees bore these giant purple globes that looked kind of like fruit. They were about half the size of Vanzilla and they were smooth and shiny like apples. He wasn't sure if they were edible, but he was so hungry that he had to eat something, so he took a bite of one. It was delicious! The inside was juicy, sweet and kind of gooey. It was like nothing he'd ever tasted before.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

That booming sound just about killed Lincoln's good mood. It was getting closer and closer to him and he knew whatever was making it was gonna be huge. He hid behind the giant fruit, hoping that whatever was coming was not a meat-eater. Finally, it broke through the trees and into the field. He turned around to look at it, but nothing could have prepared Lincoln for what he saw. It was a giant! A giant woman!

She must have been at least thirty feet tall. She had soft brown skin and long black hair that she kept tied in a ponytail. She was wearing nothing but a leopard skin loincloth and chest cover, as well as a bracelet and earrings that seemed to be made of gold. Her body was muscular and her legs were especially thick. The boy also couldn't help but notice that her breasts were very big and round. He never thought he'd say this about a giant monster, but she was beautiful.

Then he realized that the giant girl's eyes were scanning the ground. Lincoln turned around again and pressed his back up against the fruit, afraid of what she might do if she saw him. He decided that he had to make a break for it, but when he tried to move, he couldn't. He was stuck to the fruit. The juice was so sticky that his back was glued to it. Suddenly, the fruit began to rise up off the ground, no doubt because the giant had picked it up. She turned it around and the young teen was face to face with her colossal face. Well, sort of. She had her eyes closed, so she might not have seen him there. Lincoln tried desperately to get her to notice him by screaming and begging her not to eat him, but it was too late. He entered her mouth and everything went dark. He was still alive for the moment, but he wasn't sure for how much longer.

The giantess took a bite of the fruit, but something about it tasted strange. She had never tasted anything like it before, but it wasn't very good at all. She reached into her mouth and pulled out Lincoln. "Eww! What the…?" she exclaimed. "Who are you?" The boy was too terrified to speak, but he tried anyway.

"I-I-I… I'm… uh…" was all that came out.

The giantess started to smell him. Each sniff was a big gust of wind to the small boy. "Wait a minute. I know that smell. You're a human aren't you?"

"Uh, y-y-yes?" Lincoln stammered out. "Please don't hurt me!"

Realizing how frightened he was, the girl softened up and tried to comfort him. "Aw, it's okay, little guy. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"R-R-Really?" The way he looked up at her with his big pleading eyes made her heart melt.

"I'm so sorry I almost ate you. I didn't mean to do that. I had no idea you were even there. How did you even get here?"

"I… got washed up on the beach by a storm and I was just looking for something to eat."

"Well why didn't you say so? Here, take a bite." She offered him some more of the fruit.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's good." Lincoln took another human sized bite of the enormous fruit, rejoicing in its sweet, succulent flavor, which the giantess thought was adorable. "My name's Carlota," she said.

Lincoln swallowed. "I'm Lincoln. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too. Are there any other humans here with you?"

"No, it's just me. What about you? Are there any other giants here?"

"Nope, just me. It's pretty lonely here."

"I'm sorry to hear that. So just to be clear, you promise you're not gonna eat me?"

"No way. Humans are way too gamey for my tastes."

Lincoln stared at her in fear.

"I'm kidding! I'd never wanna eat you. You're the first human I've ever met and you're so cute."

That comment made the little boy blush. "Then I could keep you company if you want."

"That would be great. Come on. I'll take you back to my cave. Do you mind if I carry you?"

"Not at all. It'll probably be safer that way, huh?"

"Definitely. This is one part of the jungle that you don't wanna get lost in. Trust me. Now hold on tight, Lincoln."

Lincoln grabbed onto Carlota's finger and held on tight as she started to walk. It was a bit of a bumpy ride. Each step she took caused a mini tremor, but he managed to hang on and not fall. He took the opportunity to take in his surroundings. From this altitude the jungle was actually pretty breathtaking. All the lush green trees and the birds flying everywhere. He could even see a volcano in the distance that he really hoped wasn't active. What his eyes were most drawn to, however, was Carlota's giant rack. Even by human standards, it was huge and it bounced and jiggled with each step she took. Lincoln wanted to get a closer look so badly, but he also didn't want to offend Carlota and get on her bad side. She could still squash him or swallow him whole if she really wanted to.

Finally, they arrived at the cave, which he could tell from the outside was enormous. It was built into the side of a cliff, where there was a waterfall flowing down the side of it. "Well, here we are. What do you think?" Carlota asked. It was a little dark, but Lincoln could still make out the inside. There wasn't much to it. Just a fire pit in the center, a couple of wooden shelves filled with various things and a wooden bed covered in a pelt blanket.

"Well, it certainly looks cozy," Lincoln commented.

"Thanks. You'll be nice and safe here. I'll make sure of it."

"Thanks so much for being so nice to me, Carlota. I guess it's a good thing I ran into you."

"No problem." The giant girl smiled at her new little friend. Her stomach gave a loud rumble, which was especially loud to Lincoln's ears. She blushed and giggled in embarrassment. "How about I make us some dinner?"

"Sounds great," Lincoln agreed.

One of the walls was covered with what looked like a bunch of giant dead chickens, featherless and pink like you'd find in a supermarket. Lincoln figured they must have been the same as those giant dodos he saw earlier. They were all hanging upside down from vines on the wall. Carlota got a fire going in the pit, grabbed one of the dead fowls, and began roasting it on a stick rotisserie style.

"Hope you like megolododo," she said. "It's the best meat on the island."

"Can't say I've ever had it, but I'm willing to try anything," Lincoln said. When it was nice and brown, Carlota gave some of it to Lincoln. It smelled delicious and when he took a bite, it tasted even better. "Mmmmm! This is amazing!"

"Glad you like it, 'cause there's a lot more where that came from."

"Fine by me. I could eat this for every meal and never get tired of it."

Her little friend's praise at her cooking made the giant girl very happy. "You know Lincoln, I'm sorry you got washed up on the beach and all, but I'm actually really glad you're here. I haven't had anyone to talk to in a really long time."

"Really? Why not?"

The giantess's expression turned sad. Recounting her story was clearly no easy task for her. "This island used to be home to lots of Amazon giants. Then one day, we were invaded by human pirates. The adults fought them off, but… I was the only one who survived."

"Wow. That's awful," Lincoln commented sadly.

"I was really little when it happened. My mom told me to hide and when I came out, I was all alone." Carlota started to cry, which broke Lincoln's heart. He had to make her feel better.

"Don't worry," he said, touching her hand with both of his. "You don't have to be alone anymore, Carlota. I wanna stay here with you. Forever."

Carlota smiled, tears still flooding her face. She picked the little boy up and gently hugged him close to her chest with both hands. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you so much." Lincoln hugged her back, relishing in the soothing sound of the giant's heartbeat.

Later, after they'd finished their dinner, it was getting late, so they decided to go to bed. Carlota made Lincoln a human-sized bed of his own out of grass and moss with his own little pelt blanket. He climbed in to try it out and it was very soft.

"How's the bed?" Carlota asked. "I'd offer to share mine, but I don't wanna roll over and accidentally crush you."

"It's very comfy," said Lincoln. "Thanks, Carlota."

"Good. If you need anything else, just let me know. Good night, Lincoln."

"Good night, Carlota. See you in the morning."

Carlota climbed into her own bed and both of them fell asleep very comfortably, each happy to have found a new friend on this vast island.