The Brob Girl Ch 32: The Problems Of The Scientific Mind

I hovered near the edge of the bed, propellers whirring steadily above me. From this vantage point, I could see just how massive Abbie's bed really was. It rose like a plateau in the middle of her room, its sheer size making me feel even smaller than usual. The blanket draped over the edge looked like the mouth of a cave, the kind you'd see in adventure movies where the hero has to scale impossible heights just to peek inside.

"Damn, this bed is big," I muttered under my breath. A smart person would probably call it a day here. After all, this was just a test drive. I'd already proved the pack worked, and it would've been easy to turn back, to land safely and fine-tune the design.

But no. The thing about us Lilliputians is that when it comes to science—or curiosity—it's hard to rein it in. My mind was already spinning with possibilities, and the allure of exploration was too much to ignore.

"Let's keep going," I said, grinning as I pushed the pack to climb higher.

The helicopter pack hummed louder as it gained altitude, propellers spinning faster to lift me past the bed's massive edge. I broke over the top and suddenly found myself hovering above an expanse of blanket that stretched out in all directions. It was like a desert of fabric, soft dunes rippling beneath me. I pressed forward, scanning the horizon for my target.

And there she was.

I spotted Abbie's feet first, sticking out from the bottom of her blanket. They were enormous, the soles turned slightly upward, the faint lines of her skin as clear as rivers etched across a map. My stomach tightened at the sight. Those feet alone could crush entire Lilliputian cities without her even realizing it. A part of me shivered at the thought, but another part—the part that had to know how things worked—was fascinated by the sheer scale of her.

I flew closer, the blanket below me rippling suddenly as if the wind had caught it. My pack jolted upward, and I struggled to stabilize it. "What the?!" I yelped as the blanket shifted completely, folding back and revealing more of her.

My eyes widened as her legs came into view, stretching endlessly into the distance. They were long and smooth, impossibly massive, the kind of legs that could carry a Brobdingnagian across the Lilliputian world in mere strides. Her pink shorts clung tightly to her, highlighting the vast expanse of her thighs. I had to shake my head to clear it. Focus, Michael, focus.

I drifted further, my gaze moving upward as I passed her midsection. Her stomach rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing, a gentle but massive movement. I couldn't help but think about how much food her stomach could hold—enough to feed an entire Lilliputian civilization for years, probably. The thought made me chuckle nervously.

And then, there were her breasts. Her white t-shirt hugged them tightly, almost straining against their size. They rose like mountains, towering and impossible to ignore. My face grew hot, and I quickly looked away. I wasn't some kind of perv, but let's be honest—how could I not notice?

I forced my eyes upward, finally reaching her face. Even in sleep, there was a certain serenity to her expression. Her lips were slightly parted, her dark hair fanned out across the pillow like rivers of ink. It hit me then how beautiful she was. Not just because of her looks but because of who she was—kind, protective, and somehow making me feel safe in a world where everything was overwhelmingly huge.

I edged closer to her face, marveling at how peaceful she looked. But just as I was nearing her cheek, something shifted. Her lips parted wider, and suddenly she let out a massive yawn.

"Oh, crap," I managed to say before it hit me—a gale of warm air blasting out of her mouth with the force of a hurricane.

"AHHHH!" I screamed as I spiraled out of control. The helicopter pack strained against the gust, its tiny propellers whining as they tried to keep me stable, but it was no use. The sheer force of her breath tossed me like a leaf in a storm. My stomach churned as I tumbled through the air, my shouts drowned out by the rush of wind.

And then, just as abruptly, I stopped falling. I landed with a squelch in some soft, sticky surface, the impact jarring but not painful. My head spun as I tried to get my bearings, and when I looked down, I saw the broken remains of my helicopter pack.

"Damn it!" I muttered, inspecting the damage. It was beyond repair—not unless I could scavenge some serious materials.

That's when I noticed the strange green rocks surrounding me. Some were hard and crystalline, glowing faintly in the dim light, while others were gooey, clinging to my hands as I tried to brush them off.

"No, seriously... where the hell am I?" I asked, my voice echoing slightly in the strange cavern.

I glanced upward, and the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn't just in any random cave or crater. The faint, warm glow from above and the sticky, green walls around me made it painfully clear.

I was inside Abbie's ear.

"Well, this is just perfect," I muttered, throwing my hands up.