Dealing with locals (Part 2)

As soon as she found a clear area, wide enough to build a sand castle, Donna got down on her knees and started working on it. The tall blonde had already moistened a big chunk of sand and was now using her hands and a “small” bucket to build it. Considering her size, the castle she was building was pretty much normal scale to the tiny tourists around.

A few tinies started to gather around; especially kids, who stared up, mouth wide open, at the gigantic sand building. Noticing this, Donna melted inside. Stopping her work for a moment, she leaned closer to the kids, causing more than one of them to back away a little, nervously.

“Don't be scared, I won't hurt you.”, she said, smiling. “Do you want to play with it?”

The kids stared up at her with puzzled looks. It just hit her: they were Mexican kids and didn't speak English. Trying to remember something from her Spanish classes, she cleared her throat and did her best to pronounce correctly.

“Tú...ummm...”, she pointed at them. “Jugar.”, she then pointed at the castle.

As limited as her Spanish was, the kids immediately got the message, and casting their nervousness away, they cheered and ran towards the colossal castle, doing their best to get inside, and even digging a few more tunnels to be able to “conquer” it completely.

Donna smiled, proud about her own work and how easily she had brought happiness to those children. Suddenly, while she was lost in her thoughts, she felt a few teeny tiny drops wet her bare thigh. Snapping out of it, she looked down, surprised. The kids inside the sand castle were throwing water balloons at her! They even had a few buckets full of them, and were attacking her while shouting “gigante.”

Grinning, she decided to play along and stood up, roaring and curling her fingers in a claw-like way. A few kids actually yelped, scared by the massive size of the gargantuan blonde woman. However, as they soon realized it was all part of the game, they kept fighting, tossing water balloons at her feet and ankles, since they couldn't reach higher.

Donna stamped her feet on the sand a few times while chanting “Fee...fi...fo...fum!” She loved kids, no matter how tiny, and they seemed to be pretty amused by her performance as a giant monster, so she did her best. She reached down towards the sand castle, as if trying to catch them. She purposely moved in slow-motion, trying to mimic the cliché giant monsters.

The tiny kids easily avoided her enormous hand, and some even ran out of the castle walls to face the huge woman, surrounding her feet and continuing the water ballon assault against them. However, their diminutive balloons were so tiny that barely felt like a drop of water to the colossal blondie. To her, the kids seemed to be less than half an inch tall, and she couldn't help but find it extremely cute that they were trying to defeat her.

The tiny balloons against her feet suddenly gave her an idea. Excusing herself for a minute, she ran back to her own size-zone. After a few minutes, she came back to her recently built sand castle while holding a giant bucket. The tiny kids were already back inside the castle, probably playing with it now that the coast was clear. Wanting to lure them out, she started to chant again: “Fee...fi...fo...fum!”

The kids ran out of the castle, happily, armed with colored water-balloons. This time, though, the giantess was holding something she didn't have before. As the children stared up at her, she produced a gigantic, red water balloon from the bucket, holding it above her head. The kids weren't sure of how to react, so Donna decided to surprise them. She aimed carefully at her foot and dropped the water balloon on it, knowing that the kids were way too tiny to endure an impact that strong.

The red balloon exploded as soon as it landed on her foot, splashing everyone around. The kids screamed and ran, trying to avoid the brief rain that showered over them. Seeing her fight back for the first time, the kids ran to get all their amminutions and charged against the giant girl's feet, using all the balloons left against them.

Donna wasn't going to fall without a fight, so she started dropping a few more balloons. She was very careful not to hit any kid with them, and simply soaked them all wet with each splash. She still had a good amount of balloons inside her bucket, but the kids seemed to be running out of them. She couldn't help but giggle a little at the situation. The kids had used almost all her balloons, and they had only managed to wet a few of her toes, part of her heel and her ankle.

Not wanting to disappoint them, she figured that the “huge battle” needed a good finale. As the last volley of water balloons impacted her feet, she pretended to be seriously hurt, and started to lower herself to the sand. Just after she was 100% sure that there were absolutely no kids behind her, she decided to lie down on her back, as if she was defeated by the tiny army.

The tiny children, seeing this, started to cheer, happily, and ran towards her. Climbing her enormous body as fast as they could, the group of kids soon gathered on her vast belly, celebrating their victory over the evil, giant woman. Donna tried not to move as she watched the diminutive tinies on her belly. She could barely even feel their tiny feet against her skin.

“¡Niños!”, Donna suddenly heard. “¡Bájense de ahí ahora mismo!”

Donna looked down at her right side. Standing there was a tiny middle aged couple, obviously really worried. It was the woman who had been yelling. However, she had no clue of what she had just said. Not that she needed to. A couple of seconds later, she could deduce it herself.

A couple of kids started climbing her down, obviously sad; most likely the couple's kids. A few of the others followed them, not wanting to be scolded by their own parents, if they showed up. The ones that remained there finally decided to climb down, too, noticing that the fun was already over. Donna sighed, sitting up as the last kid climbed off her body. Just then, she felt a weak tug on her pink bikini bottom.

“Huh?”, Donna said, looking down. The tiny couple was still there, tugging at her swim suit.

“What do you think you're doing?!”, shouted the woman, speaking with a very thick Mexican accent. “Playing with young children. Why don't you find someone your own age?”

“Excuse me!”, Donna said, offended. “I was just building my sand castle when they came to play. So I just played along. I wasn't doing anything to them. Just innocent fun!”

“Well, maybe, but still, that's not appropriate.”, the tiny man said. “Just go find someone your own age to play with, understood?”

Donna was really furious. She had just given the kids a moment of good fun. She definitely didn't deserve the kind of treatment those two were giving her. However, as much as she wanted to teach them a lesson, she decided to be the bigger person there (literally!) and let it go. There were many other ways to have fun at the resort, and she didn't want to keep arguing with them.

She placed her hands at each side of her body to push herself back onto her feet. This startled the tiny couple next to her, much to her amusement. As she stood back to full height, the two tinies couldn't help but feel quite intimidated by the sheer height of the young American. Even her ankles towered over them, and they had to crane their necks up to be able to see her face.

Smiling, the blonde giantess then turned to her side to be able to see them better. The tiny couple stood now right between her massive feet. Even as adults, they looked adorably tiny compared to her. Just to emphasize it, she crouched closer to them, her shadow engulfing them both completely. As small as they were, Donna could easily notice that they were very nervous and even afraid of her. She simply rested her hands on her knees and leaned even closer.

“So...what was that, again?”, she asked them, grinning.

“J...just...ummm...”, the tiny woman said, her legs shaking. “Y...you know...ummm...”

“Yes?”, asked Donna, amused.

“Y...you know!”, shouted the tiny man. “Ugh, let's go!”, he grabbed his wife's hand and both walked away, as if in a hurry.

Donna chuckled a little, seeing the tiny couple scurry away from her. Linda was right, being in a smaller size-zone was fun enough. However, she needed to find something else to do, now that the balloon war was over. Fortunately for her, the answer didn't take long to come. Just a few feet from her (her scale), a bunch of tourists were playing with a slipping slide. As fun as that looked, she couldn't even hope to play with it. At such a small size, the most it could do was cause her to slip and lose her balance, falling on her rear and possibly landing on some tinies. No one wanted that!

Remembering she could always go get stuff her scale in her own size-zone, she quickly headed there, managing to borrow a piece of plastic sheeting from the hotel's staff. After finding enough room to put it on the tiny beach, she proceeded to cover it with water and a little soap, using her enormous bucket. When she thought the slide was slippery enough, she placed her bucket down and took a running start.

As Donna ran towards the home-made, gigantic slipping slide, the whole area shook a little bit with each of her steps. To the tinies, she moved at blinding speed, and everyone turned to see what the Hell she was running for. A couple of seconds later, she dove onto the slippery slide, belly first, and started sliding across its surface.

At first she smiled and even laughed a little, being the first time in years that she got to play with a slipping slide. However, after a few more seconds, she realized she had made a terrible miscalculation. She was sliding closer and closer to the end of the slide, and she didn't seem to be stopping or even slowing down. She had either made the slide too slippery, or she had taken too much running start, but either way, it was bad.

“Get out of the way!”, she shouted. “Quickly!”

The tiny tourists immediately started to panic and scatter in all directions, trying their best to get out of the way as fast as possible. Tables were flipped over, people pushing each other, desperately trying to leave the area. Donna, meanwhile, watched the tinies get closer and closer as she approached them. Closing her eyes, she prepared herself for the impact and hoped for the best.

Everything happened very fast, although that didn't make it any less of a chaos. Donna's gargantuan body whiped out everything on its path. People, tables, chairs, umbrellas, and everything else around was brushed aside as if it was nothing. The giant American's arms, hands, legs, feet, hips and torso were too big and too heavy; that, combined with their speed, proved to be a recipee for disaster.

Eventually, she finally stopped sliding. All the people and objects that her body had just bulldozed were now either piled up right next to her limbs, or stuck under a mountain of flesh. As heavy as Donna was to them, the water and soap, combined with the soft sand, cushioned the weight a little. The tinies felt the enormous pressure on their bodies, but luckily, aside from a few bruises and scratches, no one was seriously injured.

As embarrassed as someone can possibly be, Donna very slowly stood back up to her feet. Most of the tiny people and objects were still on the beach, right were her body had been moments before. However, a good number of them were actually stuck to different parts of her body, the mix of sea water, sand, soap and sweat held them stuck to the giant blondie's skin.

Noticing them, she blushed even harder, immediately reaching down for the tinies and super carefully, one by one, pinching their tiny bodies between her index and thumb, slowly peeling them off her skin and placing them back on solid ground. Having tinies stuck to her belly, knees, arms, calves, etc. was already bad enough. However, some were stuck to her thighs, pretty close to her crotch, her butt, and even her breasts! She picked those first, not wanting them stuck to such private areas a second longer.

“I'm so, so sorry!”, she said, crouching, once every single tiny was back on the sand. “I swear it was all an accident! Please don't be mad.”

The bunch of tourists by her feet, clearly very angry, started tossing random objects at her feet and ankles while shouting “¡Fuera, fuera!” Donna didn't understand that word, but she knew it couldn't be good, considering that she was being pelted by diminutive projectiles. She used both hands to block the tinies' attacks. She could barely feel the tossed objects as they hit her palms, but she still wasn't happy.

“Fuera means out!”, shouted a tiny man. “So why don't you do us all a favor and just leave?!”

Donna couldn't hold it anymore. Never before had so many people been so mad at her at the same time. She wasn't used to this kind of behaviour against her, and she started to shed a few tears. It had just been an accident, and she couldn't understand why they were being so mean. Not wanting to be in that spot anymore, she stood back to full height.

“OK, fine!”, she said, sobbing. “I'll go! But you're super mean, you know that? I...I...I'm gonna...”

The ones who could speak English stopped yelling, nervously. What was she gonna do? Step on them? Kick them? Something worse? They started to realize that upsetting someone so big probably wasn't the best idea. But it was too late now. They could only wait.

“I'm gonna cry!”, she said, and started crying, tears rolling down her cheeks, and some even reaching the ground, hitting a few random tinies by her feet.

Donna then stepped right over the whole crowd, causing more than one of them to yelp, terrified, thinking for a moment that maybe she had decided to squish them all underfoot. Relieved that it wasn't the case, they all turned to see where she was heading to. Her feet shook the ground even harder, knocking some tourists off their feet.

As she was about to leave the area, she noticed a swimming pool right next to her. A handful of tiny tourists were swimming there. In a very childish tantrum, and without really thinking, she made sure that no tiny was in the center of the pool and jumped inside. As soon as the soles of her gigantic feet touched the water, a huge wave of water started to spread in all directions. Her weight, along with the jump, packed a considerable power, which was more than enough to almost empty the whole thing.

The tinies inside the pool were flung out of it in a second, while the ones nearby were washed away by the “tsunami” created by the colossal American. Donna's feet now rested on the empty pool, taking most of the space inside. Half proud, half ashamed of what she had just done, she broke into tears again and quickly ran out of there, almost stamping on a few tourists as she made her way out of the area.