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"FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!"

Needless to say, all the other German giantesses laughed at that sound effect. And their laughter only intensified when they saw how Vasco Gonsalves reacted to it.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMF!"

His upper torso had jerked bolt upright, as if he had been electric shocked! This, of course, only served to encourage Ilsa to do it a second time. Although, for slightly longer.

"FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMF!""

This time, his muffled vocal reaction had been reinforced with one or two minor gyrations. Leading Ilsa to come to one inescapable conclusion.

["This little man is obviously ticklish. But, how much so?"]

Whereupon, she repositioned him so that, now, she was holding him by his ankles between her right thumb and index finger. While, at the same time, she began using her left index finger to...

...tickle the soles of his feet.

[Kitchie-kitchie-kitchie-koo! Kitchie-kitchie-kitchie-koo!"]

Unfortunately, for Gonsalves, his feet proved even more ticklish than his bare chest. As a result of which, he began to wriggle violently about, like a worm on a freshwater fisherman's hook!

"HHHHMF-HMMMMF! HHHHMF-HMMMMF! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMF! HHHHHHMF-HHHHHMF!"

Most of the girls laughed at these movements, of course. But, some of them (including Ilsa's twin sister) became a little concerned over the sounds coming from behind his gag.

["Is he laughing, or crying?"]

["Honestly? I cannot tell. Let me remove the duct tape, and we shall see.]

She proceeded very carefully. Yet, once she had him un-gagged, she resumed tickling his feet with her left forefinger.

"Hahaha! Please...hahaha! S-Stop...hahahaha! Stop that! Hahahahahahahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Well, that did it. Now, all the other giantesses wanted their turn with Little Vasco. But, it turned out to be a mixed blessing when they were interrupted by Fraulein Santapietro (bullhorn and all)!

["Alright, ladies! Enough is enough. It is morning, now. Which means it is time for your chores. So, put the little man down.] Schnell!"

"Jawohl, fraulein," they chorused.

They rose to their tremendous feet, as one, to do as they were told. Ilsa, in particular, did as instructed. She put the expatriate Portuguese bounty hunter...

...straight down her cleavage!

There was instantly a cborus of protest from the other forty-nine giantesses. But, Santapietro was in no mood for it.

["Chores! NOW!"]

So off they sullenly went.

The first chore, of course, involved feeding the ducks. As the island could not support a herd of cattle, to feed these gigantized young ladies, it had been decided that it would be more practical to import a flock of white Pekin ducks. Gigantizing the latter, on site, if only to preserve the facility's secrecy.

Of course, once the ducks had been fed, one or two of them would be chosen to return the favor. That pair being taken away, to a sound-proofed warehouse, so that their ensuing quacks of fright would not reach back to the rest of the flock. These ill-fated fowl would then be plucked and roasted. With every nourishing morsel of their bodies doled out to the giantesses for their dining pleasure. Although, if any of them had sincerely been asked their opinion, they would have replied (without the slightest hesitation) that they were getting a little bored with roast duck meat, three times a day!

Little did they know that it was some of that duck meat that was responsible for the comatose state of their male counterparts.

tbc