Mistake (Chapter 7)

The first thing that struck him was the smell. Beneath the overwhelming perfume of the goddess's floral soap, the minuscule boy crawling up into her ass crack could still detect the underlying scent of shit. Like a stale fart, the odor pestered his senses as he trudged on along the fabric of her panties, into the ever tightening darkness between her cheeks.

While her jeans had let in enough light to see, the enormous mounds of Lara's butt cheeks blocked out any such intrusion. Clark refused to let go of the cotton column, as he feared that he could easily get lost in the canyon. Pressed together above him, Clark had to stay low to keep within the small gap along the huge girl's buttcrack, remaining pressed against her twisted underwear.

He crawled on in the deafening silence, as Lara paid no attention to him, focused solely on her virtual seminar. Even if she had known he was there, Clark's insignificant body wouldn't have registered against her skin, as he truly had vanished in her booty.

Clark could feel his heart racing as he continued. He had felt what would happen to him were he to be crushed at this size, but a whole new fear was taking over as he thought about where he was.

What if Lara farted? Clark immediately regretted thinking this, as the image of a man being swept up in a hurricane flashed through his head. Would he be pushed up between her butt cheeks, only to be obliterated a moment later? Or would the force of the gas rip him to pieces? Clark tried to clear his head and pushed on.

As he delved deeper into the slit, the smell of her soap started to get in Clark's head. He felt dizzy with the powerful smells battling in his nose, but he didn't dare to stop in such a dangerous place. He pushed on as Lara kept her ass mercifully still, until he finally felt the pressure from around him easing. He had done it! He had made it out through the terrifying tunnel, and punched the air in joy as he popped out of the top of the colossal girl's ass crack, alive and unharmed.

He scrambled along her panties, leaving the girl's terrifying yet alluring rump behind. He could see a little more now as he felt the comforting squeeze of Lara's jeans on his back, but he pushed on towards a new goal: the band of light on the horizon, showing his way out of the hot, stuffy denim prison into which he had voluntarily ventured.

He poked his head out of the fabric and sucked in a huge lungful of fresh air. He didn't care that it still carried the scent of Lara's body lotion. All he cared about was that it was air that hadn't been trapped in a denim cage against her flesh, boiling from the heat radiating off of her huge body.

What lay ahead of him was a totally different beast. The bare skin of Lara’s lower back was spanned out before him like a desert, vast and empty. His eyes followed the curve of her sacrum as it rose a little before dipping down with her spine. Two dimples were just about visible in the uncomfortably bright light, like dried up lakes on either side of her midline. Like the approaching night in the Orient, a shadow cast a clear line across her back, where a black t-shirt’s base cut across the plain.

Clark couldn’t see far beneath the t-shirt, but from above, he could see it running for at least a mile ahead of him. He didn’t like his odds of getting to the top of it quickly, but then again, going beneath it wouldn’t give him much of a benefit, as the looser fabric didn’t quite hug her body like her jeans had. He decided that he would climb above it, not wanting to be boiled alive.

Clark stepped forward onto Lara’s lower back, his puny step insensible to the prone goddess. He jogged forwards, using the unhemmed span to make faster progress than when he had been crawling. The downward slope of the blonde's hips allowed him to move quickly, and he soon reached the level of her slightly-too-small t-shirt.

He suddenly stopped as he realized that the ground was not still. He could feel everything shifting, moving up and then down in a fixed rhythm. The gentle slope up her back from her hips to her shoulders became steeper, then returned to its previous incline again and again. It dawned on Clark that this was not from the giantess moving, but just from her breathing.

He marveled at how a natural, and normally unnoticeable action was causing such a huge impact on his journey. He had to force himself to ignore the fear that was creeping up inside him at the prospect of being face to face with such a humongous creature, and instead focus on getting to that point, first. Clambering onto the base of the t-shirt, Clark began to climb further up Lara's body, his sights set on her colossal shoulders, far in the distance.

The journey was far shorter than venturing up the giantess's leg, and within a few minutes, the minuscule boy had reached the level of the huge young woman's golden hair. The loose locks were as thick as his fingers, and dozens of yards long. The last part of his climb was a lot steeper, as Lara lay with her elbows propping up her torso, making her back arch from horizontal to vertical. Clark gazed up at her rising head, high above him and pointed forwards.

This was the moment of his salvation. All he had to do was get to her ears, or her eyes. Somewhere he could be seen or heard. He thought about simply running up her back, but the angle became too steep. He then looked over to her hair, and decided to test its strength. He pulled together a few strands and gave them a tug. The hairs gave a little, but once taut, didn't budge.

Clark leaned back and gave a firm pull, and was satisfied that they would hold his insignificant bodyweight. Taking a deep breath of the scent of Lara's hair, he placed a foot against the steep fabric of her t-shirt, and hoisted himself up. He rappelled upwards, using the enormous girl's hair as a rope and her back as a wall to climb up. He struggled to keep his footing on the cotton as Lara's breathing made the ground rise and fall, but was managing to near her shoulders when it happened.

The sound of Lara snapping shut her laptop resounded around the room like the sound of a building collapsing. Clark stopped for a second and instinctively clenched his fists around the makeshift rope of hair, just in time for the entire mountain of a woman to lurch to the side. Clark screamed as everything around him shuddered and he swung away from the giantess's back, clinging to her hair for dear life.

Lara swung her legs off the side of her bed and stood up. As her back shot up, her hair swung against it and Clark was slammed against her body. It took everything in him to keep his grip on his rope, and not fall to his death from the titan's back.

Her hair bobbed as she moved away from her bed, carrying her laptop to her desk. But on a much smaller scale, the strands that Clark was hanging onto violently hurled to the side, with the puny creature barely hanging on. Like a pendulum, he went left and right, with no sign of slowing down. The dizzying speed of the motion made him feel sick, but he couldn't let go.

With one final swing, Clark crashed against the giantess's back, the wind punched out of his lungs. His grip weakened, but he caught himself before he could slip too far down his rope. Thankfully, Lara had stopped to set down her computer, but Clark didn't have long before she would get moving again.

Calling to mind every survival TV show he had ever seen, he wrapped his feet awkwardly around the tangle of hairs and looked up along it. There was some distance to go for him to get onto the humongous girl's head, but maybe he could get.to the level of her ears before that. Curling up like a spring, he pulled his legs up and then secured then against the giantess's hair. Then with popping motion, he threw his hands higher up along the makeshift rope.

It was slow going, but it would have to do. As Lara turned around to leave her bedroom, the unnoticeably tiny human continued to climb up her hair, doing his best as the strands swayed with her movements. Despite her thundering steps, Clark found that he felt less of the vibrations here than he had pinned against Lucy's butt. Maybe it was because he was further away from the ground, or maybe it was because he was less directly attached to her body. Either way, he was grateful for the small advantage as he continued on his perilous quest to be found.

The blonde giantess walked out of her room, turning the corner at the top of the steps, then stopped.

'Lu? Want any lunch?' her voice rumbled through Clark's body, his eardrums aching with the volume. He winced in pain as the sound seemed to echo around his skull

'Yes, please, I'll be down in a minute, this guy's running over,' came a voice from behind the other girl's closed door. Lara set off without warning, booming down the stairs to the ground floor. Clark held on for dear life as her hair bounced violently with each descent, lurching several feet into the air, then crashing back down again. The twenty or so jerks almost dislodged him from her hair, but he found strength that he had not known he had had.

Once on level ground, the giantess wasted no time in gliding to the kitchen. Clark just about managed to climb to the level of her neck by the time she stopped and reached for a pair of bowls. He felt himself rising rapidly as Lara's head tilted forward. He used the momentum to scurry further up her hair.

As Lara found her bowl and straightened up, Clark sprinted the last few inches onto her head. He kept low, crouching on the goddess's scalp as he held onto the roots around him. He had reached the zenith of the behemoth, miles above the ground … and now came the hard part.