Sarah's Find - Chapter 33

The ringing in your ears was finally down enough that you could identify the distant, rhythmic thuds as the approaching footfalls of the mother's high heels. She was returning and, in mere moments, she would presumably scoop up her purse and leave the house, taking you with her. You sped up your climbing as much as you could, pulling yourself onto the lip of the top most pocket. After that, you'd be jumping for the outer rim of the purse's opening. You kept going, kept focusing on the looming bubble butt that swung side to side like a gal listening to her favorite song. She was right there! If she turned and happened to glance at her mother's purse she just might see you! But, at your puny size, it was just as possible that you'd be lost in the background, too small a speck to be consciously registered. But she had managed to see you while you roamed at her feet at the park, so there was still hope!

The big booty swung dangerously close to the purse, lightly bumping it. 'Lightly' was on her scale, of course. At yours, it felt more like several missiles had slammed into the side of it and you were nearly thrown back down into the cavernous mouth of the purse to yet again roam among the giant crumbs and trash that perpetually lived down there, long abandoned and forgotten. You only just barely managed to keep your grip on the lip of the pocket that you were standing on. Up above, the butt kept swaying, its owner seemingly too lost in whatever was on her mind to feel that her ass had nearly knocked over her mother's belongings. Was she listening to music? Did she have earphones in? You couldn't only hope not and that she was just full of some kind of energy.

With all your strength, you leaped as high as you could, flailing your arms to catch the rim of the purse. You managed to grab and yanked yourself up and rolled over the side. Then, you slide/fell down the length of the side, bouncing off one of the hand straps, before finally landing in a heap on a cold metallic surface. Pain flared in your side. It was the first time, by some miracle, that your fall had not been accompanied by a soft landing. Still, you quickly were able to tell that nothing was broken. Thankfully, the fall had not been as far as it could be, otherwise you'd be in a very bad spot. But for now, the pain wouldn't allow you to get back to your feet and so you could only writhe on the cold metal surface, watching that giant ass above swing. Now that you were outside the purse, you could feel the air, warmed by the massive girl's body heat, gently breeze across your flesh.

Suddenly, another towering body came up and you heard a great sound behind you as the building sized purse was lifted up into the air.

“Alright...” The mother sighed. “I'm out of here.”

“For real this time?” Sarah asked. You could still only see her ass, which had finally stopped swinging, but you could hear the teasing smile in her voice.

“Yes, for real this time.”

“Okay. Bye!”

“Goodbye.”

The loud clacks of the high heels rang in the air as the mother made her way out of the kitchen. They grew ever distant until you heard the familiar sound of a door open and close. She was gone.

For a short time, you simply remained on the ground (whatever the 'ground' was here), waiting for the pain to subside enough before attempting to get up. Above, the bubble butt still loomed, but was still not shaking. From her posture, it looked liked she was leaning over something, sticking her ass out behind her, making it look even bigger. You couldn't tell what she was doing. Right now, lying on your side, you couldn't really see much of anything.

When the pain had diminished, you, with a grunt, pushed yourself to your feet. A soreness went through your arm and side, but it wasn't too bad, fortunately. You glanced around. It seemed you were standing on some kind of metal cylinder. The lid to a trash can, perhaps? Whatever it was, it was pushed next to the kitchen counter, which you now saw was what Sarah was leaning over. The trash can wasn't as tall as the counter. It barely reached above Sarah's knees. You looked up the long, generous thighs and wide rear of the young lady looming above you. The sewing pattern of her yoga pants would be very easy to climb and you'd travel with her if she started moving. Unfortunately, she wasn't close enough to the trash can to leap onto. You'd have to find another way. Looking around, you saw an outlet on the side of the edge of the counter. The cord of some appliance was plugged into it. You just might be able to grab the cord, there was a warning label wrapped on it which dangled down over the the lid of the trash can; maybe just enough for you to jump onto. Only one way to find out.

You began to make the trek across the giant lid. As you did, Sarah's thighs moved as she repositioned her feet. The thuds of her footfalls echoed across the immense valley of the kitchen and rattled the trashcan to send you sprawling on your feet. Even the most minor, unconscious of movements were earthshattering to you. Pain hit again as you landed on your side, but it wasn't as bad as before. It was still enough to slow your climb back up to your feet. You kept moving, trying to hobble as quickly as you could. You were about halfway there when a sound like an explosion suddenly came from the booty up above. A loud report, the shockwave of which nearly blowing you over, rang out, also echoing across the kitchen. You groaned as you regained your balance and took a moment to be glad that you were at least not in the underwear of the person this time.

At last, you stood under the label. It was actually lower than you thought, allowing you to grab it without jumping. You climbed the side of the label as if it were a rope before reaching the thick cord. It could be your imagination, but you thought you could actually FEEL the electricity coursing within the cord now. Nonetheless, you shimmied your way along.

As you made your way, she suddenly straightened. For a terrible moment, you thought she was going to leave. But she did not, instead remaining standing by the counter.

“Hey you,” She suddenly said, her voice low and sensual. You looked up and saw her holding her hand to her ear. Her hair obscured what she was holding, but you could only assume it was her phone. As if to confirm this, you heard a voice. It was distant and impossible to understand, but it sounded like a male's voice. Her boyfriend, perhaps? “I'm doing fine. I was just thinking about you. I miss you.”

Pause.

“My bed felt so big and empty without you. And I was so cold because you weren't there to keep me warm.” Another pause as the boyfriend's voice replied. She laughed softly. Her phone swapped hands as she placed it towards her other ear. Her now free right hand gently cupped around her breasts, delicately caressing it before slowly making its way down her side. “Well, I sleep a lot better with your arms around me. Just like you sleep better when I bury your face in my chest.” Another pause. She laughed.

“Of course! I'm French! I'm ALWAYS thinking about the romantic stuff. And that includes sex. You know that!” Her hand traveled down her hip and around to her rear, where she grabbed a handful. “Ugh, don't remind me! I don't want to wait that long! I want you back now!” She punctuated the last word with a soft slap on her booty. “Hmmm? Well, if you're missing me THAT much, I can send some things to...you know...help you out? Would you like that?” She giggled.

By this point, you were almost onto the counter. There was a bowl in front of her and an open bag of Ray's potato chips. A few crumbs littered the counter around her.

“Well, that's what I want anyway,” She said, slyly. “For you to be thinking of me! If you happen to be doing...that, at the time, well...” She paused, but she smiled and a blush touched her cheeks. “Awww, but I like our little dirty conversations.” Another pause. Then, she playfully sighed. “Fiiine.......nothing, I'm just making myself a snack and then I'm gonna go check on my new little friend. Hmm? No, you can't meet them. Why? Because you're a huge guy! They're not me! They're not gonna think, 'oh wow, look at this hunky guy', no! They're gonna think you're...Godzilla or something!” Another pause. “No, they don't think that about me, cuz I'm a girl! Girls aren't as scary as giant guys! Plus, we smell WAY better!” She shrugged. “Besides, by the time you're back, they'll have probably already reversed the whole thing anyway, so...”

You jump off the cord and onto the counter. You had to make your way to where she was.

Her right hand left her rear and went up to her shoulders, where she began to twirl some locks of her brunette hair in her fingers.

“Ugh, but I don't CARE about what you're doing right now,” She whined, teasingly. “What I care about is that you're not with me right now! You've left me all alone and...” A sudden abrupt pause. “And now you're trying to hang up on me while I am just pouring my heart and soul to you! I can't believe this!” Try as she might, she couldn't hold back the giggles. “Well, tell your dad that you're talking to me! He can wait! Your girl can't!” Pause. “Oh my god, Neil....fine! Go be with your dad! I guess you love him more than me!” She listened for a moment and then giggled. “Okay, I'll call you later.” She held the phone up to her mouth and pucked her lips. “MMMWAH! Bye! Love you!”

You were halfway towards the bowl. As you made your way, she held the phone up to her face, tapping the screen, a sly smile stretched on her lips. Then, she bent forward and pressed her elbows against her boobs, perking them up. She angled her phone in front of them and, shortly after, a beep as a picture was taken. She straightened, tapped the screen of her phone some more, before yet again bending over. This time, she held the phone behind her, pointing its camera at her ass. A couple of beeps now. Then, she straightened again, and smiled wider as she began to type. Clearly, her boyfriend was about to be sent a few presents.

Just as you got into the vicinity of the bowl, she stepped towards the counter and placed the phone down, the sound of which was surprisingly loud. Then, she leaned onto the counter, dropping her giant cleavage onto the surface with a thump. A few crumbs that had been scattered about exploded into pieces as the titanic tits slammed on top of them; showering you with fine pieces. The sound of her reaching into the plastic Ray's bag filled the air and you looked up just in time to see her dip a chip into the bowl. When she pulled it out, it was coated in a white dip. French onion by the look of it. She opened her mouth and deposited the whole chip inside. The resulting crunch as her teeth clamped down on them echoed all around you, as did the muffled sounds of her chewing. You watched as her jaw worked before finally she swallowed, a lump appearing in her neck and traveling downward, disappearing towards her chest as her food ventured towards her gullet. No sooner had the lump disappeared was she dipping another chip into the bowl. This time, the chip was too big to fit into her mouth completely. She crammed it in as much as she could before biting it. Another loud crunch and large pieces of chip fell all around you, some nearly landing on you. They might be sharp at your puny size, and it was perhaps best to find shelter. But to do so would mean getting away from her, which meant she wouldn't see you.

The next chip came back up out of the bowl with a very healthy amount of  dip. As she moved it towards her mouth, some of it slopped over the side and landed on the counter with a splat! You were close to it and got hit with some of the splatter. Another series of crunches and munches before a wet swallow, followed by smacking sounds as she licked her fingers. A series of gurgles came as her belly came to life with the introduction of new food for it to work on. Sarah's mouth opened and a quick but hearty belch rang out.

If there was a time to try and do something, it was now.