At heart, Riho was a gentle giant. Tons of tiny tourists and vacationers were approaching in awe and terror, their bodies blending in with the sand. Each of them was only 6 and a half cm high - at best! She held her limbs in close, knowing the tiniest twitch could knock them out. "Uhm, help, please..."

Those words, whistling through palm trees, broke the silence. The populace's voices overlapped each other, murmuring and gasping.

"I told you I saw a UFO..."

"So this is The Daibijin? I heard about her."

"Those tits are massive!"

They gathered around in a semi-circle, all staring up - and leaving the behemoth girl feeling very self-conscious. In great 20-meter strides, she stumbled away, waving her arms. "No! No, don't get any closer, please! I don't want to step on anyone."

One man in the front shouted: "Is that a threat?"

"Just try it!" Another lifted his arms.

They weren't giving her any space to breathe! Riho shouted: "Stop!" She leaped back from the minuscule beach-goers - and landed in the sea with a splash. Surprised by the sudden wetness, and tossed off-balance by the seafloor's terrain, she tripped, falling butt-first into the waters.

THUD

The force of this girl's bikini-clad rear, as huge and bulbous as two hot-air balloons, created a massive tidal wave. Uncontrollable waters crashed forward violently, sweeping the shore. She grabbed her head in panic.

It was already too late; the crowds were swept into the blue mass, carried into the ocean. Their tiny limbs splashed out desperately, trying to wade the foamy currents; and screaming for help. All this, thanks to the weight and energy of that clumsy fall.

Riho got to her knees, causing cascades of seawater to fall from her dripping sky-blue bottom. She wiped it of sand. Though it was little more than a puddle for her, she might have just doomed that crowd to drowning. No lifeguard in sight - had he gone to get the police? Thankfully, the more agile swimmers among them were helping the rest. But with so many of them thrashing helplessly, and her oversized body in the way, could they make it?

Even though she was scared to touch anything - worried about breaking something major - she had to act. Her gargantuan scale caused this problem; it might be able to fix it.

With her hands cupped, and a rush of her hands Riho began scooping people up gently, resting them ashore. They felt soft in her palms, making ticklish movements. Some of them looked up in relief; others in horror, demanding she unhand them. She made sure to limit her hip movement, as she carried them to safety; but their sway still generated more waves than she was comfortable with. The first man who'd approached her bobbed on a wave, before she reached to grab him. It was hard for the model not to compare his arms to twigs as she plucked him up. Thankfully, he breathed - gasping heavily at the sight of her face, and twitching. She set him ashore, as simply as she'd place a pencil on her desk.

From a boat, a crewman shouted, waving his arm: "Riho! Over here!"

"Huh? - Woah, hold on!" With her attention turned to them, she saw a woman who'd been swept further away than the others, sinking deeper in. Rushing over, and holding her breath, Riho dived down to her rescue; or rather, lowered her head beneath the waves. It was surprisingly deep for even a giant here. Within the indigo depths, she spotted the sinking form. She reached out, and plucked her up.

When resurfacing, strands of the giantess' caramel hair dripped over her face, wet. The little woman's limbs hung loose, like a lifeless doll. Treading the water with her 24m-long legs, Riho reached the shore, panting and weak, like a beached whale. She gazed in anxiously as the crowd intercepted the victim, carrying her further inland. Soon, they began pumping her torso to purge it of water.

This was her fault. She couldn't even move a muscle without shaking up the world for these helpless, minuscule things... Faces that she once saw eye to eye with, sandals she once walked alongside. If only she could find a place to hide for a while, or something to take her mind off. But where did they make hiding spots or entertainment for girls at her height? With a few tears welling up in her eyes, Riho looked away.

And, slowly, a gentle pressure rested on her left hand.

While she was in thought, the woman came to - and was caressing her thumb. "Thanks for saving me..." She was still hesitant, but seemed genuinely appreciative. Better than that: she was safe.

Others rushed to her, trying to pull her back from this monster. But she didn't move; only hugged the plain of flesh tighter. they looked up to Riho. And one by one, a few odd figures from the crowd approached to console her - quietly placing their hands on her. Their fingers sunk deep into her soft, fair flesh, still dripping from the rescue.

Riho nodded. "Okay. I'll need to find a way to keep everyone safe... Find that alien, maybe... Get back to normal..." She breathed in, looking at the bustling swimmers nearby, consoling her. "...But at least, I have some people on my side."