Snap Lake

This story is property of Eminent Destruct and is not available for redistribution. All characters are fictional and over the age of eighteen. Strong emphasis on, giantess native women with massive lactating breasts. Enjoy and comment if you want more.

It was four days after David King's eighteenth birthday. He had graduated from high school last spring and was, under his parents' advice, taking a leap year to travel, mostly with them, and think about what he wanted to do with the rest of his life.

David had not been popular in school, given his short, thin stature, long blond hair and love of reading he did not exactly make lots of friends. While he was sure a few girls liked him as he caught them staring into his crystal blue eyes from time to time, no one had ever bothered to say hi to him since he was basically the dorkiest of dorks. Right after school ended every day David would go to the public library near his house in the New York borough of Queens, careful to stay on the main roads to keep from getting robbed or bullied. He would spend hours reading history and fiction stories and even would write some on his laptop. It's fair to say his habits did not exactly make it easy to find friends. Even one of the librarians, Dorothy, who was one of the few people he ever talked to beside family members, would tell him to go out and get some sunshine at least once a week and remind him to walk home before sunset as the area could be dangerous at night.

While David was the epitome of an introvert, his parents were the opposite. His dad was a pilot for hire who usually flew a Lear jet for a very wealthy couple that lived up on 5th avenue. He had been linebacker at Duke way back in the day where he met David's mom, a cheer leader. Both had majored in business but David's dad, Chuck had always been obsessed with planes, while his busty blond bombshell mom, Susan, had worked her way up in the fashion industry until she eventually became VP for innovation at H&M in downtown NYC.

Despite David's small stature his parents loved him very much. They were fine with him being a cute small geek and both his parents thought he could be a fine journalist someday given his aptitude for writing. David thought he might give it a try but first, per his parents' persistence, he would take a year off from school to travel and think about what he really wanted to do as a career. David's parents placed a high value in life experiences and had taken David on many trips abroad growing up and exposed him to as many cultures as possible. But above all they wanted their son to be happy. Money was not going to be an issue for him. They hoped that taking a year off would get him to loosen up and become more like the social butterflies that had raised him. There was nothing wrong with books, but it pained his parents to see him spend day after day in a library seemingly avoiding contact and conversation with others.

After spending most weekends during the summer with his parents at their beach house on Long Island, Chuck and Susan made a point of planning a two-week vacation to get David out of the city on a truly unique adventure. At the end of September, Chuck's clients, the Dinamo's, had offered him the jet and their gas card as a reward for almost twenty years of loyal service to them. He had two weeks to use the jet to go anywhere, and Chuck suggested that they all go on a trip together, but when he suggested Snap Lake Canada, they refused. There is no five-star resort there, Susan chuckled in response. David likewise did not look forward to poor Wi-Fi and the great outdoors. But Chuck, being the Eagle Scout of the family had long wanted to go fishing and visit relatives in Northern Canada.

So, the trip was set, they would fly to one of the most remote places on Earth in the Northwest Territories of Canada to visit Susan's brother who was a manager at a diamond mine there. The plan was to spend three days there then head on to Alaska to do hiking and later fishing on the Copper River. David's father, being an outdoor enthusiast, overpacked everything needed for a few weeks in the mountains though there was no plan to camp, neither of them would set foot in a national park without at least thirty pounds of gear to help out with the workout. Boy Scouts were supposed to take their ten essentials, but David's parents had a minimum of twenty, one being their favorite bourbon.

The day had come for the big trip. They headed to the airport and took off for Canada. Thankfully the jet Chuck was borrowing had a range of four thousand miles, so no layover was necessary. Seven hours into the flight, and one hour from Snap Lake they encountered rough weather. David watched with worry as they flew straight towards a massive thunderstorm. "We don't have enough gas to go around and there is no decent runway nearby", Chuck said. Can't exactly land a Lear jet on a gravel road. With his parents' up-front David went back to the cabin and buckled up.

When they entered the dark rain clouds David could see lightning flashes everywhere. He had never seen a storm like that in New York, it was going nuts. Then it happened. A strike hit the left wing and subsequently took out the left engine. Chuck went into emergency mode and immediately began descending from forty thousand feet. If the second engine went, they would be screwed and there was no way to jump out of a Lear jet. Within minutes they were coasting at five hundred feet hoping to avoid any more lightning strikes still a hundred miles from the Snap Lake community runway.

But then it happened, a second strike hit near the cockpit taking out much of the avionics. Chuck, who was flying by wire, was just trying to keep the twenty-year-old plane in the air when it became apparent that they were losing fuel. With not much they could do, David's mom went back to the cabin and put an emergency raft in his arms, kissed him on the top of his head and told him to hold on tight for a water landing. Lear jets do not float. She then went back to the cockpit, closed the door, and buckled up next to her husband.

This is the moment that would change David's life forever. Right before they hit the water his dad yelled over the intercom to brace for impact. Then he felt the jolt as the plane flying as slow as possible touched down and water smashed into the engines bringing the jet to a quick stop. David immediately unbuckled. Still holding the raft, he ran to the cockpit but could not open the door. Water was coming in from the cockpit and from the other doors and he could see the plane was sinking through the windows. Not knowing what else to do, he grabbed his backpack and pulled the emergency handle on one of the doors. As soon as he did it popped open and likewise water rushed into the plane. Fighting his way through the water David managed to get out into the lake and trigger the life raft to inflate.

As he hung onto the side of the raft he looked back at the plane and could see his parents in the cockpit. The windshield had cracked and water was filling it. His Dad was unconscious and his mom was unbuckling him and trying to keep his head above water. There was no way out for them since the water pushed the door shut. The plane began sinking in the twenty feet deep water and David dove down following it. Swimming was not his strongest suite, but he tried his best to dive and think of some way to help. Within seconds the air was gone from the cockpit, and he could see his mom struggling. She was pulling on the door that would not open and banging on the windshield. Dad was clearly dead already. A few seconds later Susan mouthed to him "I love you," before she blacked out. David had no other choice but to surface for air.

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Hanging onto the raft David was crying and shaking. His parents were not only his caretakers, but they had also been his only friends. He realistically had nobody else other than a few relatives he rarely met. And now he just watched his parents drown. Eventually he dove down again and just looked at his parents, eyes open floating in the cockpit and obviously dead. "Why would Lear make the door like that?" David cursed to himself. He sat on the raft for the next hour sobbing. Only a few yards from the shore he was definitely lost and probably very far from civilization.

Eventually he calmed down enough to assess his situation. He cursed himself for grabbing his backpack instead of one of his parents' packs full of supplies for hiking. He had several wet books, a binder of magic cards he had never played with anyone but himself, a dead laptop, the Brown University beanie hat he was going to give his uncle and two granola bars. Nobody could survive with that. He was wet but at least wearing pants and a sweater since he always over-dressed for flights. It was mid-October and in the NW Territories the weather was already below freezing at night and only reaching the high 40s during the day. Shivering he used his hands to row the raft to shore. Taking off his clothes, he wrung the water out of them and hung them up on a tree branch. At least it was morning and there would be a few hours of sunshine to help dry his clothes and figure out what to do. The area was heavily forested and looked like nobody had ever been to this place.

Naked except for his tennis shoes and socks David sat on a log and thought about what to do next. Obviously right now a fire would be important, but he did not have anything to make a fire with. He was not sure he could do the twenty-foot dive into the cabin to get more stuff but would surely die if he did not try.

That's when he heard it. As if today could get any worse, the horrifying growl of a grizzly bear echoed across the lake. Standing up and turning he could see the beast charging towards him. The nine-hundred-pound bear, seeing an easy meal, made a quick dash towards David. Frozen with fear he stood there waiting for his life to end when out of the bushes the strongest woman he had ever seen blindsided the bear. With a dagger she stabbed it fiercely and ferociously over and over in the throat without the grizzly having a chance to know what happened to him. Crashing to the ground with her on his back still working her dagger in and out all David could do was watch still afraid to move. Within a minute she had completely severed the massive bear's head from its shoulders and held it up over her head cheering.

Blood pouring on her head she tilted her head up and took a big gulp of the red juice. Just then another person immerged from the bushes clapping and letting out a war cry of joy congratulating David's savior. They danced together cheering, one woman with a bear head in her hands and the other waving a homemade spear. Eventually they stopped and while still chatting and celebrating in their native language turned to look at David. The one with blood all over her upper body seemed to make a joke at his expense and they both doubled over laughing.

David still not sure what to do just stood there but realizing his nakedness in front of strangers put his hands in front of his private parts which just made the women start laughing even harder. Eventually they calmed down and started walking over to David who suddenly had the urge to run. Turning on his heels he set off to dash into the forest but seconds later was tackled by the bloody woman. Holding him tight like a doll the woman laughed some more before saying in English, "Calm down little boy you will not last one night here alone and definitely will die being naked."

David finally stopped struggling and was held in place by this massive woman with his head pressed against her fur clothes between the largest breasts on Earth. "There there little one, you are safe now. We saw the plane go down and hiked over here to see if anyone needed help. We did not expect to find a cute naked boy about to get eaten by a grizzly bear." The woman reassured him and brushed his long blond hair like he was a pet. It felt comforting to be held and given that his parents had died just minutes ago he let her do it. Soon David's fear was replaced with sorrow, and he started balling tears into this woman's fur coat.

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As David sobbed into a stranger's chest the women's demeaner quickly changed from glee to sadness as well. The woman covered in blood kept stroking his still wet hair and urged David to calm down while the other equally large woman sat down next to him and held one of his hands. Eventually David calmed down and fell asleep in the stranger's arms. He didn't even notice when she stood up with him in her arms like a small child and began carrying him back to camp.

When David came to, about an hour later he saw that he was cradled in one arm of this large strong woman while she carried the grizzly bears head in another. Even more impressive the other woman had an 800-pound bear draped over her shoulders and was walking just ahead of him like it weighted nothing. He felt comforted to be near these women who seemed only to want to help him and could not help but feel cared for in this woman's left arm. As he held on to her just as she held on to him, he thought about his parents' last moments of life but fought back the need to cry again.

He looked around at the thick old growth forest with trees wider and taller than he had ever seen. Goats beard moss grew on just about every branch and the light danced through the canopy in a spectacular way. "This is our reservation; it is bigger than the state of Wisconsin." She finally spoke to him with such pride of the nature around them and continued to tell him about the plants and animals they passed, her face, neck and arms coated with a now drying layer of deep crimson blood. To his surprise her eyes were crystal blue just like his. He had rarely ever met someone with eyes like his but now one of them had saved his life. He felt safe, this woman could easily snap him in half if she wanted to, but she seemed genuinely happy to meet him.

Soon they broke out into a small clearing somewhere next to the same large lake and he could make out their home. A large fire pit with a very large stock of firewood nearby. What looked like a smokehouse with smoke pushing its way through the moss and pine branch roof and what could only be described as a treehouse at least thirty feet up and maybe five hundred square foot in size with wooden windows propped open and a rope ladder.

The strange woman sat down in a homemade wooden chair and held David in his arms as she spoke about herself and her sister. "My name is Ka'ate but you can call me Kali and that is my sister Ne'taai but you can call her Natalia or Tali. Those are our native names. We are glad to meet you. What is your name?"

"David." He managed to say as he was losing himself in her beautiful blue eyes.

"Hello David, I am glad we managed to get to you in time, this forest is very dangerous and a naked little boy like you would not survive one night here." As Kali said that she nonchalantly she rested her hand on his privates with a little smile. Just then David realized he had been naked this whole time and tried to squirm away. Kali laughed and easily held him in place in the cradle of her left arm. "Now don't you worry little one I won't eat you. And honestly it is nice to have a boy around here for once, and even better he is cute and naked!"

David stopped struggling and tried to cover his privates, but Kali would have nothing of it and kept her right hand securely attached to his penie and marbles. Still laughing at his embarrassment she stated, "I think for while you are here it would be lovely to keep you naked, she could not help but start laughing again and her sister joined in on the joke. It has been a long time since my sister, or I have seen a male, and you are just the cutest!" After a minute David stopped fighting to hide himself and just soaked in the fact that this was, for the first time, someone who was not a doctor had seen him naked since he was in diapers and she was the strongest person he had ever met. He could feel her roll his marbles in her fingers and he could not help but break eye contact and let his eyes drift towards her watermelons. While she was not showing any breast it was instantly clear that her boobs were massive under her fur vest.

"I'm not a child I'm eighteen." David managed to say. "Even better!" his saviors cheered.

Kali doubled her efforts to get a rise out of David and just like that he was getting hard. His penie was thinking on its own, despite his feeling of embarrassment and weakness, when Kali said, "Well I think it is only fair if I also show a little skin." And she began to unfasten the straps that held on her homemade top. Opening the front she revealed more caramel colored skin, slightly lighter than the rest of her sun-tanned head and limbs. Out popped the most magnificent breasts on Earth. "71S U.S. size last time I measured but probably bigger now", she commented with pride as her vest came free. They did not droop at all supported by her massive pecs and her dark brown areolas, silver dollar in size and her thimble sized nipples hung right above his face.

Seconds from hitting fresh air her nipples became erect and then to his surprise drops of milk formed on both of them like they were begging to be touched. "Oh ya, my sister and I both have this problem. It's genetic. We have been producing milk since our teenage years, and nothing will make it stop. But to be fair it is great to add milk to some of our food, so we are happy to have it. In our tribe women who had milk like this were called godmothers as in mothers sent from the gods and were revered by all. Sadly, it is only my sister and I who still follow the ancient traditions.

There are only a few members of the tribe left on the reservation. There is a small group that live about a five-hour canoe paddle along and across the lake from us that work for the national forest service. We might visit them once the lake freezes if the weather permits but now is not a good time to canoe across the deep water. My Sister and I consider ourselves protectors of the land and culture and are the official guardians of the reservation. It is nice to meet you David and while you are here you will observe our traditions. If you want, we will return you to western society but not any time soon. Where was your plane headed?"

"Snap Lake Village." David replied. Kali frowned when he said that. "Snap Lake Village is one of our sacred sites and a burial ground. The white people have desecrated the land and polluted the lake. They have built an island in the middle to dig out diamonds but are destroying the creeks, plants and animals nearby. They burn or dump all their waste in the nearby forest. The greed of them is unbelievable!"

David momentarily forgetting about the massive leaking watermelons hanging above his head decided it was better not to tell Kali that his uncle was managing the mine. Kali went on and on about how horrible the mine company was and about their duty to defend the land. The entirety of Snap Lake should have been part of their reservation, and they had the treaty from 1889 to prove it. Once every summer her people called the Ma'Ka'E gathered there for a festival to thank the god of the sun for giving life to the land. Many of her tribe had died from disease when the whites first came and much of the rest were forced into boarding schools to try and remove their cultural identity.

Their parents had been sent to boarding schools when they were young but were old enough to know the traditions. When they became adults, they returned to the reservation. By then most of the rest of their people had taken jobs in the whites' economy and given up on the traditions. Many others just disappeared, probably killed by whites as well or died from drug and alcohol abuse. Without their traditions, connection to the land and family it had been very hard on their people to adjust. David felt so nervous by this talk given that he was almost as white as a sheet of paper, but Kali reassured him, "Don't worry little one my sister and I will protect you and we carry no hatred for you."