You wake up with a start. Looking around you find that you are in a jungle. You remember flying over an uncharted island with your twin turboprop when the engines stalled unexpectedly. You remember seeing the tree tops before you blacked out. You turn around and see the wreckage of your plane. It's quite evident that it will never fly again. You spot a long mark visible in the dirt, leading right up to where you woke up, like someone dragged you out of the wreck. After closer inspection you find a large footprint. More than twice the size of your own foot. Before you can even question the possibility of this you hear a deep yet feminine voice asking you if you're alright. You turn to the voice and are left speechless by the sight. Before you stands a gargantuan black woman in tribal clothing. She sports muscles bigger than you ever though possible even on a man. Though non of that takes away from her femininity, which she has plenty of. She stares down at you, standing over 10 feet tall, but her face seems concerned. Despite her imposing appearance she seems to care about your health. Her face contorts with more concern as she waits for a response.