Mistake (Chapter 5)

Clark had no idea how long he had been unconscious for. All he knew was that he suddenly awoke in a totally new environment, a different room in the house. In the vast expanse before him, he could see a tidy desk with a stack of books on one side and potted plant on the other. Overlooking this was a calendar, with brightly coloured blocks marking out a busy schedule. To the left of the desk was a window, and on the wall between them was a scratch-map of the world with a fair few countries marked. To the right of the desk was a set of wooden shelves, sparsely populated with books and binders and more plants.

He tried to turn his head to see more, but his stiff neck refused to comply. He tugged at his arms, but he was still pasted to a cool, rough surface. Yanking hard, he managed to free his left arm. He grunted with the effort of twisting to the right and trying to free himself from this side as well. He took note of more of the plan of the room: the door to the right of the shelves in the corner of the room, and a wardrobe beside it.

As his left leg came free as well, he sagged downwards, his weight sufficient to peel him off of the surface. Clark didn't get a chance to grab for anything as he popped down from his perch and landed in a heap on the mercifully soft surface below. He rolled onto his hands and knees as he shakily rose. The ground below him was unbelievably soft, and smelled lightly of lavender. He took a second to look to his sides, where the plane spanned at least a mile either way, before addressing the colossus before him.

The massive foot spurted up like a city block only a few feet before him. Clark could see every crease and dimple in the pale, arched sole as it loomed over him. The giantess's massive toes were curled into the ground, creating a slope towards the ball of her foot. The 5mm-man felt himself backing away from the tremendous structure, instinctively afraid of the raw power that it demonstrated. To his right he could see the giantess's other foot, equally massive and thankfully unmoving, although that was not to last for very long.

Clark yelped as the goddess's other foot flexed, curling further as the mighty muscles showed their force. He shot back as the sole nearest to him surged forwards as well, scurrying away as fast as he could. When he was safely out of the range of the mighty toes, he tried to catch his breath again.

From a little further away, he could actually see past the enormous woman's foot, the seemingly endless canyon between her legs stretching for miles ahead. He tried to follow it down the side of her toned, tanned calf, but her leg was simply too long for him to fathom capturing all at once.

Shit. How the hell am I going to get her attention? He thought, frowning. He knew he was too small to simply call out to her, but the girl was equally too big for him to get near to without risking getting crushed again. He sat down in his frustration, cursing his bad luck. In the back of his mind, he was replaying the events of the past day, at least what he could remember, and he kept coming back to the same fatal flaw in his plan, the same unanswered question: where was Amanda?

Of course, he had no way of knowing that she had tried to message him, so he continued to cling to the hope that his girlfriend would soon return and save him. He could wait, right? He thought about just finding a place to hide, when a giggle from the giantess shook the surface he was on like an earthquake. He looked back at the titan and then at his bare, exposed surroundings. There was no place to hide. No, Clark knew that however much it frightened him, his only chance at being noticed was to get to the giantess's face. It looked like she was laying down, so this could be his only chance to get close enough to her eyes to be noticed. Sprawled out before him, she exuded strength and a dangerous allure, like a siren daring him to risk his life for the chance to get near her.

Clark shook his head. What was he thinking? He loved Amanda, and however much his fetish made him attracted to this goddess, he had to remember that he had a loving, beautiful woman in his life already. Keep it together, he told himself. So, he effectively had to get past her to reach her head, and his options were quite limited. He paced along the soft surface to the edge, and looked down along the path beside the giantess. He ignored the dizzying realization that the mesa that he was on was actually just the colossal girl's bed. He contemplated charging down this track, but then looked back at the giantess's huge body. What if she rolled? Or even stuck a leg out to the side? He would be thrown off of the huge mountain on which they were, or worse, he would be crushed, again.

This didn't leave him with a great many options. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. A horrible, stupid, dangerous idea, but one that might work. He had watched a lot of giantess porn, and something that he had always found exhilarating was the idea of climbing up the length of an enormous woman. In the videos, he was always stimulated by the added thrill of wondering if the tiny toy would get to the top before being noticed or crushed, but now, the very same thoughts were pumping a mix of fear and adrenaline through his veins. Could he really do it?

He had been stuck to her foot a moment ago, so she clearly wouldn't feel him. And if she did adjust herself to get comfortable, the safest place to be would be on her body, so that he could get out of the way, or throw himself away from her, using her own momentum to escape. The more he thought about it, the more this seemed to be the best plan. He was still debating it with himself when another giggle rocked the bed. He knew he had to act fast.

He had no idea what she was doing, but as long as she remained prone, he had a chance. Plucking up as much courage as he could, Clark ran towards the nearest foot, panting as he did. He reached the eerily still foot quickly enough and got right up beside it. The sudden smell of lotion hit his nostrils, and he realized that the flowery scent was already on his skin as well. It must have been lathered onto him when she had trampled him.

Craning his neck, he stared up the impressive face of her sole. The dimples and creases in her skin would be more than large enough for him to use as holds to climb it, and Clark had never been more thankful for having taken up bouldering at uni. Taking a deep lung full of the smell of the giantess's feet, he placed his hands on her skin.

The girl's soles were cooler than the rest of her body, but warm to Clark's tiny hands. He hadn't realized how cold he was until that point, his puny form struggling to retain heat in the airy, student house. He kept his body close to her radiant sole as he started to climb. He could feel even the tiniest twitch of her foot, and each time, he had to cling on tight to avoid falling back to the surface of the bed. His progress was slow, but with each passing moment, Clark inched closer to the giantess's heel.

As he neared his target, the skin started to get less dimples, and he found his arm- and footholds harder and harder to reach. He didn't dare to look down, but instead focused on how close he was to the summit. His arms were starting to ache from the effort, and the path above him looked even more barren. He decided to shift his aim, moving sideways towards the outside of the goddess's foot. His idea paid off, as the skin immediately presented more grips, and he was able to resume making upwards progress.

He started to notice tiny hairs on the skin, using them to his advantage as he gave his tiring fingers a rest from gripping her skin. He was able to wrap his wrists around the bases of the hairs, each one too small for the giantess to even see, and pull himself further up until finally, he reached the top of her foot. He stayed low, not wanting to risk falling off the precipice, but granted himself a break to take in the view.

Unlike the pale flesh of her sole, the giantess's leg was a golden maple color. Beneath a pair of jeans, it stretched out like a dark blue peninsula ahead, the gentle slope of her calf like a hill on his path. Beyond this, the ground dipped back down at her knee and then rose again as her thighs, but it was so far away from Clark that he couldn't quite focus on it. In the much further distance, he could make out a long mane of rich, blonde hair. The young man deduced that the goddess on which he was currently standing, must have been Lara.

Her achilles tendon formed a bridge that joined the back of her foot to her jeans, and Clark carefully stepped onto it. The strip of tissue was about twice as wide as he was tall, so he wasn’t too worried about slipping off of the edge, but any movement from the giantess could have been devastating. Just as he thought that, he noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye: her other foot stretched. Clark’s eyes widened in panic: a stretch was contagious, and it was only a matter of time before she moved the other leg. He shot forward, running as fast as he could towards her jeans. At the last possible moment, he leapt forwards, seconds before Lara carelessly pointed her left foot, tilting the bridge of her achilles to the side.

But Clark had made it. He clung on to the rough material for all he was worth, refusing to be tossed back onto the bed, until the giantess eventually stopped moving. He was still only on the very bottom of her leg, and he was already tiring. He looked up along the maddeningly long path ahead of him and questioned whether or not he could actually make it.

At that moment, another idea entered his mind. He had been thinking about his biggest threat, and at the moment, it was being thrown off the mountainous young woman’s body. Seeing an obvious solution, and backed up a bit and descended from the denim and onto Lara’s skin. The tight fabric hugged her legs, but Clark was small enough to see the gap between the two. He got onto his hands and knees and reached into this space, parting the denim slightly from her body. He pushed with his legs and he clawed forwards with his hands, sliding into her trousers, his chest scraping against her leg.

He smirked as he thought of how brilliant his idea had been, now safe from falling off of her when she moved. The girls’ trousers hugged him tightly from behind, but he could still move enough to continue moving up her body. The only problem was something he started noticing after getting some way into her pants: the heat.

Hemmed in by the jeans, the heat that radiated off of Lara’s legs was building up around Clark, and the boy found it getting slowly more difficult to breathe in the heavy atmosphere. Not the most breathable fabric, he could feel himself getting lightheaded as he cycled the air through his lungs, and the oxygen content decreased slowly. He had yet to reach the peak of the goddess’s calf, and he could feel the fabric tightening slowly. In the near total darkness of her pants, Clark started to feel the panic welling up in his stomach.

What if he passed out? What if he was trapped here, on the girl’s leg, until she eventually removed her jeans? What if he missed his chance to be found? He thought about turning back, but he couldn’t see any sign of the opening, which he had left long behind. No, he had to keep going. The smell of Lara’s body lotion was making him feel dizzy, but he kept pushing forwards, paying that he would soon reach the end of this tunnel.