My Brob GF Ch 28: Plans And Schedules!

I woke up to a strange warmth all around me. My head felt groggy, as if I'd been sleeping too hard, and I blinked a few times to clear the haze. Something about the atmosphere felt... different.

I sat up slowly, my movements sluggish. That's when I noticed it—the enormous fleshy cavern that stretched out to my left, lined with what could only be described as mountain-sized white teeth. The sight froze me in place for a moment. Then, the reality of it hit me like a freight train.

"Oh, what the hell?!" I yelled, scrambling backward so quickly that I almost lost my footing.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, the cavern closed, and the world shifted. Harper's face emerged, her massive eyes blinking as she pulled away to give me some space. Her expression was... sheepish?

"Uh... good morning," she said, her lips curling into an awkward smile.

I blinked up at her, my heart still racing. "G-good morning?" I stammered, still trying to process how I had just woken up inside my girlfriend's mouth.

She waved a hand dismissively, as if this whole thing wasn't wildly inappropriate. "I-I was just keeping you warm, you know, with my breath," she explained, her tone apologetic but casual, as if this were a totally normal thing to do.

I paused, taking stock of myself. Now that she mentioned it, the air had been pretty toasty. "Well... it does feel warm, so thanks for that, I guess," I replied, my nerves starting to calm down.

Harper giggled, the sound rumbling around me. "I hope my morning breath wasn't too bad," she teased, her voice lighthearted but slightly self-conscious.

Smirking, I couldn't resist. "Actually, I think I did smell something slightly foul. Maybe coffee and..." I pretended to think for a second. "...eggs?"

Her playful expression shifted instantly. With a devious smirk, she leaned in closer, her enormous face filling my entire field of vision. Before I could react, she puffed out a sharp burst of air directly at me.

The force sent me tumbling backward like a tiny piece of lint, rolling head over heels across the soft surface of the bed. "Hey!" I shouted, laughing despite myself as I finally came to a stop.

"Serves you right," she said, her voice full of humor. She stood up to her full, towering height, her long hair swaying with the motion. "Now, come on. Breakfast is ready."

Harper extended her finger toward me, her nail creating a perfect little platform. I climbed aboard, trying not to think too hard about the fact that I was once again relying on her fingertip as my personal mode of transportation.

As she carried me toward the kitchen, the air filled with the smell of something delicious—bacon, eggs, and some kind of bread, if I wasn't mistaken. Harper explained as we moved, "I whipped up a little something for us. Figured you'd be hungry after all that traveling yesterday."

When we arrived, she carefully set me down on the dining room table and went to retrieve the food. I took a moment to appreciate the care she'd put into this. She had separate Lilliputian-sized plates, cups, and utensils all set up for me—things most Brobs wouldn't even bother with. She'd even left out some napkins that were perfectly folded to my scale.

She returned a moment later, balancing a massive tray of food with ease. Sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the table, she set the tray down and offered me a small plate with a few crumbs from her breakfast, which were—honestly—still more than enough for me.

"Here you go," she said, watching me expectantly as I grabbed a crumb of bacon and took a bite.

It was good. Like, really good. I hadn't expected Harper to be much of a cook—no offense, but I'd figured she might have her food delivered, given her size and status. But this? This was impressive.

"This is great," I said between bites, looking up at her towering form. "You really know your way around a kitchen."

She smiled, clearly pleased. "Thanks! I figured it'd be nice to start your first full day here with something homemade."

As I ate, I couldn't help but glance down at the expanse of skin I was sitting on. Harper had placed me on her leg, and the surface stretched out like a surreal landscape. The faint hills and valleys of her skin were warm to the touch, and her massive form was steady beneath me. Her hair fell like a forest around her shoulders, the strands swaying slightly as she moved.

"So," she said after a moment, breaking the silence. "I've got a whole day planned for us. Hope you're ready."

I swallowed the last of my crumb and looked up at her curiously. "Oh yeah? What's on the agenda?"

Her eyes lit up with excitement. "Well, first, I figured we'd start with a tour of the city—or, at least, the parts of it that are safe for someone your size. There's this park nearby that has a designated Lilliputian path running through it, and the view is amazing."

I nodded, intrigued.

"After that," she continued, "we can stop by a couple of shops. There's a place downtown that specializes in Lilliputian goods—clothes, tech, that sort of thing. Thought you might want to check it out."

"That... actually sounds pretty great," I admitted.

"And then," she said, drawing the word out dramatically, "I figured we'd hit up this café I know. They have the best desserts, and their Lilliputian portion sizes are perfect."

I raised an eyebrow. "You've really thought this through, huh?"

"Of course I have," she replied, grinning. "You're my guest. I want to make sure you have a good time."