Wilma

You can’t remember much. You remember the crunch of your hull, the splintering of wood and the cold salty embrace of the sea. Your fishing boat came too close to a rocky shoal in the night and was dashed upon the boulders. You seemed to have survived but you don’t know how.

You glance blurry eyed at your surroundings and see you are on an island. You feel a burning pain on your leg as you look down and see a discarded cloth and seaweed wrapped around your leg as it sat upon a nasty gash in your leg. You wince in pain as you try to stand up but collapse back onto the sand.

“No Please! Don’t try to get up sir!” A sultry feminine voice called out from behind you. You feel a wave of relief as you think as though medical services had arrived. You look behind you and are meet with an astounding sight. A walrus girl?! She was incredibly voluptuous and full figured. Her body was thick and incredibly curvaceous with large breasts, extremely wide hips, round pudgy belly and massive butt. On top of all that she was naked aside from a seashell necklace.

The walrus girl blushes as she notices you staring. “Oh I am sure you must think I’m some sort of monster. I just wanted to tend to your wound. I dressed it with nearby things but I knew it was not enough. I went back and got a medical kit, I think it was from your boat that wrecked here.” She said softly as she held the small med kit and a fresh towel with a look on her face that seemed to be bracing for a fearful rejection by you.