Sarah's Find - Chapter 2

Your eyes widen as a great valley of flesh fills up your vision. From your puny perspective, the titanic mounds of skin stretch out like mighty horizontal mountains, her shoulder and collar bone in the far distance. It as if you stand at the base of twin Mount Everest. The fragrant smell is stronger here, but you almost don't notice it anymore. Sheer awe has overcome you, as well as stronger, more primal feelings.

Her fingers hover over her cleavage for a moment and then you feel the pressure holding your body vanish and suddenly you're falling. The flesh is so soft that even your tiny form bounces off it and you continuing your descent deeper into the chasm until you eventually reach a spot where the two mountains are pressed together. You are now caught between them. The heat here is strong. You already feel yourself beginning to sweat. A low, muffled, rhythmic sound ripples through the flesh; her heat softly beating in her chest. The pressure is against your body is stronger than the fingers are, and it feels as if it should squash you but somehow it doesn't. It's hard to breathe and the sweet fragrance is even stronger in here and mixed with another, less pleasant scent.

“Sorry if I'm a little sweaty in there.” Her voice echoes from above. You can actually feel her words reverberate in her frame; hear her lungs inflate and deflate as she breathes. You look up and can only see one of her eyes staring between the narrow gap between the mountains. “It's just...ya know...boobs. But I thought you'd be more comfortable in there than in my pocket or in the chaos of my purse.” Her eye disappears. “Alright, let's get going!”

She moves. Her chest reacts, swaying gently (or what would be gently, for you it's more like a mini earthquake) at first then followed by a hard quake. You hear a soft, distant boom...the heavy click of her heels against the concrete. Each soft boom is met with a great shake of her bosom. You can hear the creaks and groans of the wires in her bra as they try to hold the fleshy mountains in place. Without them, you would be crushed instead of being rhythmically squeezed and released. You have to time your breaths with the distant booms of her feet to try and gasp before the “walls” press again. The heat intensifies as the flesh rubs against each other. A humidity starts and now you're really sweating. And so is she. A bead of her sweat rolls down towards you. There's nothing you can do, you're wedged. Despite the fact that it's the size of a crumb (at least on her scale) it still soaks you.

You can't see where she's going. Aside from the narrow beam of light from up above, it's dark down here. All you can hear is the sound of the floppy flesh bouncing into each other and her lungs working. Even her heartbeat is drowned out by the rest of the din. Glancing up, you still can't see her face. Occasionally you see the top of her head as her chest sways, but that's it. You are given brief reprieves during moments where she stops, and you take long deep breaths each time, trying to make sure to not be inhaling when she gets moving again. But, despite the hardships, you find yourself enjoying the ride. Quite a bit, actually. You enjoy the press of her immense flesh against your body. It's as if her entire frame is hugging you in some way. It's powerful embrace seems to be testing you, to see if you can handle it. You think you can. And you will.

And you do. Eventually, she comes to a another stop, but this time her voice rings out. “Okay, we're here!” You gaze upwards and her eye returns. It scans for a moment before settling on you. “There you are!” Her fingers appear and they plunge into the fleshy canyon, reaching for you. They part the walls of skin, releasing their hold before taking you into their own. You are freed from your soft prison and lifted up to her smiling face. You smile back. It would be impossible not to. She's simply too beautiful.

Then, you feel yourself being lowered again, like you're on an elevator. Her face pans away and then you're faced with the mountains again, only you're not being dropped between them again. Her body leans forward and her hand tilts and you slide off the soft skin of her hand and onto the hard, wooden surface of some piece of furniture. You can't really tell what it is. To you it's just another massive landscape. Your giant friend takes a step back, rocking your gently with her footfall. Her hips and pelvis are directly before you, her crotch just a bit over you. The rest of her looms over you as she bends a little, smiling down at you. The mountains are distant now, but they point down towards you. The long veil of her brunette hair drapes down and almost reaches you before she brushes it over her shoulder.

“Okay...you just sit tight there and I'm gonna make a phone call, kay?” She reaches and you notice that she has placed her purse off towards your left. It looks a massive building in the distance to you. From it she produces an Iphone and she begins to fiddle with the screen. Almost immediately, the device slips from her fingers and falls to the ground with an earshattering clatter. She reacts with a gasp and then a sigh.

Then she turns and bends, gifting you with a new mountain; one clad in a wall of blue denim. The great expanse of her booty not only fills your vision but over fills it. You simply cannot behold all of its immense glory at once. As she bends, it draws closer, threatening to make contact with the surface of the great thing you're standing on. You feel the heat from it and instinctively take a step back, though there's no escape. It does bump the furniture. Only lightly, but it's still enough to knock you on your back. You lie there and behold the ass hanging above you. You're sweating again, and it's not from her body's heat. Your heart begins to pound. This girl is too much. Even if you were at your normal size, she'd be too much. Every inch of her is miles of incomprehensible beauty. An aura surrounds her and it infects you with a powerful sense of Lust. A new urge explodes into your mind. An urge to relieve yourself of this feeling. To fully enjoy her unquestionable beauty. But you're still awed and it freezes you in place.

She straightens and glances over her shoulder down at you.

“Sorry about that!” She says sheepishly. “I didn't mean to bump you!” Her attention goes back to her phone. You hear her fingers tap the screen and she eventually puts it to her ear. You can hear a distant ringing sound. She glances back over her shoulder at you. “...oh, you probably don't want my butt in your face. Let me...” She trails off as she moves away, her steps rattling your earth. She begins speaking, but her voice echoes differently from a distance and it's hard to make out her words. You glance around at your new environment. It appears to be her bedroom...it APPEARS to be. It's hard to tell when everything is so big. But you think you can see a bed a few thousand miles from you, and other pieces of blurry furniture that might looks so far it might as well be another planet. You aren't close to the edge of whatever you're standing on, and a part of you is glad for that. It might be best for you to not know just how far the floor is from up here.

Your giant hostess continues speaking. She paces the room a bit, her steps still shaking your world but only a little. You watch her. Her hair flows pleasantly behind her. She occasionally glances over towards you. Her chest still sways ever so little with every move. Then she turns and you see her backside again. She is delightfully curved, her fine hourglass form very visible from here. The Lust starts to boil in your mind again and more impulses begin gnaw at you. They're strong and you resist them but...every time you look at her they grow stronger. You want her. You might even love her. You're not sure but you don't care. The feelings she inspires within you are almost as immense as she herself is. You cannot deny them. Suddenly you begin to undo your pants. You can't help yourself anymore.

But just as you drop them, you hike them right back up as she suddenly begins to walk back towards you, her phone lowering from her ear. A new heat overtakes you and it's not from her at all. She drops down on her knee and you're suddenly faced with her immense brown eyes.

She says, “Well...I just talked to my boyfriend, Neil. He heard about what happened. Apparently, there's been some kind of accident. Some scientist was experimenting with some kind of shrink ray from a satellite and it misfired at the park. You and some other people got hit. But they're working on fixing it! But...it's gonna take time...a week from today, actually.” You can see the smile through her eyes. “So....I guess you're gonna hang out with me till then!”

A wave of emotion is coursing through you. The word 'boyfriend' hangs dreadfully, painfully, in your mind. She's taken. Of course she is, of course she fucking is. How could a girl like her not be? She's not interested in you, not at all. Not like that anyway. She might find your tiny size cute, maybe, but that's all. She's not for you. She'll never share your feelings. That's what the despair in your soul screams. And yet you still hunger for her. Her aura still pulls you in. This turmoil within you is only quelled by the prospect of an entire week with her. You'll have to make the most of it.

You then notice her fingers are reaching for it and you're suddenly in their grasp again. You hover over a pocket of her purse.

“I'm just gonna put you away for one second.” She says. “Don't worry, I'll be quick!”

You're then dropped into the dark pocket. It's empty, aside from the dirt, dust, and what appears to be crumbs from snack that had been smooshed god knows when. You hear noises from outside and feel the earth rumble under her movements but you can't tell what she's doing. You want to try and climb out to get a look, but you're too small and there is nothing to help you climb out. Fortunately, true to her word, it is not long before her eye peers through the opening above and her fingers reach in and pull you out.

Your heart stops.

She now only wears a black bikini. Dark sunglasses are tucked in her hair. She smiles at you.

“Don't worry, we're not going swimming.” She says reassuringly. “But I was thinking, while I was the park, about how nice it is outside! I thought about lying out in the sun! I don't want to lose track of you, so I'll keep you with me!”

And without another word, her fingers close and you're trapped in her fist. She moves. Fortunately, you're not constantly being squeezed as you had been with the mountains previously. But now it is completely dark and all sounds are muffled. All you can sort of hear is the smack of her barefeet. However, again, your imprisonment is not long and sunlight suddenly erupts in your eyes as your body slides down the flesh of her fingers and onto another surface. When you finally adjust to the light you are once more greeted with the majesty of her backside as she is bent forward adjusting some cushions of a lounging lawnchair. Without the restraints of her denim jeans, the flesh jostles considerably. She then sits down and lies on the chair, stretching her legs as she does. She sighs contently.

“We'll just take it easy for now,” She says. She winks at you before adjusting her sunglasses over her eyes. She sighs again and then lies there, leaving you to sit and stare. Her bare skin stretches for miles like a long sandy desert. But it's not a desert. No, this landscape would be softer. And not just that, it would be organic, moving. Alive.

Frozen in absolute awe, you stare for what feels like hours. Then, you become aware of her low, steady breathing. You glance over and notice her head is draped off to the side ever so slightly. She's asleep. Your heart begins to race. The table you're on is close enough. Getting a running start, you're able to leap onto her arm, the soft flesh cushioning your fall. Her arm rests at her side, and you have many options before you...