Mistake (Chapter 6)

After an exhausting crawl through the narrow, boiling tunnel, Clark finally reached a bit of slack. He had crested the calf muscle a few minutes ago and had since descended towards what he thought was the back of Lara's knee.

Sure enough, the jeans bunched up around the bend in the gargantuan leg, and Clark took a second to stretch out his back. He had been on his chest, clawing his way forward for what seemed like half an hour, and he was a little disappointed that he had only made it this far. He was about to start on the second part of his journey when he felt a movement in the muscle beneath him.

Without warning, everything started to move, and Clark felt like he was going to be thrown off of his feet. What was happening? The puny boy had to think fast, not wanting to fall back down the leg and waste his progress.

With her first seminar breaking for a few minutes, Lara pushed herself up, thinking to go and grab some water from downstairs. She rolled onto her side to wiggle out of bed, and inadvertently set about a terrifying chain event for the tiny human trapped on her leg.

Clark charged forwards as the ground tilted beneath his feet. He leapt down onto his hands and knees and crawled furiously as he felt himself slipping sideways. Just before his floor became perpendicular, he managed to weasle himself under the tighter fabric surrounding the base of Lara's country-sized thigh. He breathed a ragged sigh of relief as he felt gravity invert and his weight shifted onto his back.

Mercifully, he was too light to stretch the jeans, so he remained pinned against the goddess's thigh as she sat up. Unfortunately, he didn't account for the weight of the humongous limb, nor its effect on a fragile creature such as himself. It dawned on Clark too late the position he had out himself in, and he cursed his luck as Lara's thigh came down onto the bed.

The dense cylinder pressed into the bedding its mass was too great for the shrunken boy. Clark screamed as his pathetic form was crushed between the blonde's leg and her jeans, his corpse flattening into a pulp as he felt an overwhelming pain in his whole body all at once. Then everything went black.

Lara was oblivious to the little speck of slime that was now stuck to her thigh as she stood up and left her room in search of water. Her well-fitting jeans kept the mush that had been Clark pressed against her skin as she walked, his form slowly forming again after being smushed. The boy himself had no recollection of the events following his obliteration, but Lara soon returned with a pink water bottle filled to the brim, and climbed back into her bed to get on with the next part of her lecture.

Once again, she was well into the session, her back arched and her feet up by the time the puny figure regained consciousness in her jeans.

Clark let out a mix between a gasp and a groan as his brain switched back on, and he felt the last few moments of his limbs grinding back into place. He was on his stomach, just like the giantess on whose body he found himself, but unlike her, he was trapped. He longed to stand up, or at least to sit, but he was pinned against her flesh by the heavy denim on his back. He sucked in the air that was available to him, heavily sweetened with the scent of Lara's body lotion.

Shuddering at the idea of being crushed again, he pushed his aching arms forward along the fabric and grabbed onto the goddess's body. Powering his legs, he resumed his journey up Lara's immense thigh, not having the option of retrating of giving up. After a few painfully slow crawls, it dawned on Clark that he had no idea if he was going the right way. When he was crushed, he had certainly been facing upwards, but what if he had reformed upside down? What if he was crawling back down the massive leg?

He shook the notion aside, trusting instead that he was going the right way. Every moment that he didn't re-enter the cavern around Lara's knee, he was reassured, but if he could see the bigger picture, he was still miles away from the top of the ocean of the young woman's thigh.

Clark suddenly felt the ground beneath him tense, then bulge out towards him. His left arm had been perpendicular to the giantess, and he immediately paid for it as the colossal thigh pulled the jeans in and snapped his tiny forearm. Clark screamed in agony as he was smothered by the expanding leg, pressure building all around him. He shut his eyes and waited for the horrific sensation of being destroyed, but it never came.

Just as quickly as it had all started, the huge mass beneath him relaxed and the denim slackened slightly. The ruined mess of his left arm stuck to the fabric, and Clark felt sick as he looked upon it, but he could already feel it healing.

All Lara had done was flex her thigh by bending her knee, a subconscious movement in her boredom. Little did she know, her fidgeting had almost killed the miniature human plastered on her leg.

Clark resumed his journey before his arm had fully healed, grimacing through the pain as he pushed with his feet, willing himself along the blonde's skin. He had to get out of these pants: they were simply too treacherous. As the giantess yawned through her seminar, her tiny captive made his way up her body until he reached a wall.

The minuscule boy could go no further, and he stared down into a deep ditch, a crease between the vast thigh that he was on, and a vertical wall of pale, white flesh. Of course he immediately knew where he was, but he had hardly planned to face such an obstacle. Lara's left ass cheek was the size of a mountain before Clark's shrunken form, and as he looked up at the mass, he could already tell that climbing it would be futile. While he had managed to resist the tight denim on her legs, he could already see how much more stretched it was on the blonde's rump. There was no way he could squeeze between her jeans and her ass without being totally flattened.

Even if his fragile body could handle the pressure, Clark knew that the tiniest flex of her glutes would spell his demise. He paused at this impasse, but could feel his time ticking. How long until the giantess moved again? What if she sat on him? He had been obliterated by her thigh, but now he would feel the full weight of her body atop him, and he didn't really want to experience that.

His thoughts were flying around his head in a panicked blur, but an idea emerged. He quickly started moving across Lara's thigh to his right. He prayed that he was not going to be too late as his bare chest slid across her skin. For the first time, Clark thought about where he really was.

Even as he scurried with his life on the line, he felt blood rushing to his penis at the thought of being so close to his girlfriend's gorgeous housemate's, enormous, bare ass. The rubbing against her smooth, lotioned skin only further excited him, and he almost forgot the agony he had felt only moments ago. He suddenly wondered if this counted as cheating, but what was he supposed to do? He hadn't chosen to be shrunken around these giantesses. In fact, if anything, it was Amanda's fault for not being there!

Amanda.

Clark still couldn't figure out where his girlfriend was. As much as he didn't want to give up hope, the odds of her coming to his rescue grew slimmer and slimmer with every moment that passed. He shook the thought out of his mind as he felt the ground start to curve downwards, and he reached his destination.

Before him, the previously taut denim came away from Lara's skin and created a cavern over the space between her thighs. The small space was dark, but little bits of light shone through the fabric and Clark could make out enough. The crotch of the jeans came nearly up to Lara's, but the small, inch-wide cave was like a pocket beneath her panties.

Clark marveled at the colossal, grey fabric that was stuffed between her butt cheeks and hugged her midline as they descended to cover her pussy, pressed down into the bed.

The boy had to be careful. He looked back up along the panties as they disappeared between her cheeks and he convinced himself that there was a gap, however small, between the massive mounds. Clark figured that this was his best chance of crossing her butt, regardless of the inherent danger that oozed from the depths.

The world around him rumbled and Clark almost fell into the gap as Lara fidgeted. He clung onto her thigh as the huge muscle contracted and she shifted her hips to the side. The jump of the terrain as she landed on the bed, having barely hopped a centimeter, was like an earthquake, and Clark was thrown off his perch, landing hard at the base of the cave between the goddess's legs.

When the shaking settled, Clark raised his head and gasped. Before him rose the staggering heights of Lara's panties, bunched into a column covering her taint. The tower of grey fabric was at least a dozen times his size and twisted into an intricate spiral. In gasping, he sucked in a lungful of warm, moist air, laden with the marked scent of the gigantic student's sex.

His dick throbbed as he took in the feeling of being faced with the awesome power of the woman's pussy, and being puny enough to be crushed by it. He stood up, unsteady on the uneven stitching of the jeans, and sized up his route. There was no doubt about it: he would have to climb her panties.

As he inches closer to the wall with a mix of nervousness and excitement, he could feel the heat radiating off of her flesh. The scent of her pussy grew stronger with every passing moment, and it started to make Clark feel lightheaded. He didn't know if it was temperature, or the heavy smell of her pheromones, but he was starting to forget what he was trying to do, and instead was just happy to be where he was.

No. Clark shook his head. He had been thrown into this mess through no fault of his own, but it was now his responsibility to get out of it. No matter how mesmerizing the smell of Lara's enormous cunt became, he had to stay focused. He reached the base of the panties, stretched out to cover her pussy and he touched them.

The fabric was soft but firm, and with a tug, he ascertained that it could support his insignificant weight. Without a second thought, he leapt up and pulled against the grey mesh. Clark felt his body sink into the cotton as he started to climb, his face practically pushed into it. The musk of the blonde's pussy was overwhelming now, but he had to stay on track. He climbed the short distance of flat underwear, before he got to the twisted portion.

The tower of cloth was actually easier to climb, as the folds and coils formed tunnels that Clark was able to wedge his minuscule body into. He raced up the material, but was even more aware of the all-encompassing scent that hung around him. All he could breathe was Lara's musk, and it was infiltrating his very being. Never before had he felt so totally immersed in another person. No even with Amanda.

As he rose higher, he stopped just as he made the top of her taint. The bunched up panties dove between Lara's massive ass cheeks, and once inside, he doubted that he would have any light to see in. He took a deep breath, swallowing his fears and making up his mind. With a silent prayer for his well being, he crawled forward, into the cave that was the goddess's butt crack.