Fate decided to be kind to you and you land, hard, on top of his big toe. Without wasting a single second, you dash forward, slipping and sliding on his toe nail, until you reached the skin of his foot. You climbed up on top of the cuticle and dashed along the bulbous part of the big toe, struggling over what amounted to a mountain of flesh (to your tiny size). Utilizing energy you didn't even know you had, you finally managed to reach the foot proper. At this point, with hundreds of feet of skin stretching to either side of you, you were far less likely to fall off. Your little heart beat inside your chest, your breath escaping you in harsh gasps as you laid perfectly still. You had completed the hard part of the mission. Now was the...actually equally hard, if not even harder, part of the mission: actually getting his attention. You groaned and looked up, Yamamoto's cheerful face just barely visible past his lean body, his shorts and shirt loosely hanging off his body. He looked so cool, calm, and in control. Too bad you knew just how spacey this guy could be!

Your heart jumps up in your throat as the mountainous teen suddenly starts moving, the foot you're resting on rising into the air before slapping against the floor with a resounding BOOM, the other foot following suit. There was literally nothing for you to hang on to, but, thankfully, Yamamoto had a straight step, his foot not tilting left or right. Every step still sent you flying into the air, only to crash back down on top of his foot and, after awhile, you were starting to feel dizzy. Soon enough, he stopped, allowing you to sit up and look around. Judging by the furniture, you appeared to be inside his living room. You looked behind you and saw Yamamoto sitting down, the T.V. flickering to life as he did so. You looked up at the screen, more gargantuan than any movie theater screen you had ever seen, and saw a huge man in uniform swinging a bat. Ah, so he was watching a baseball game and, judging by the scoreboard, it had only recently started. This was perfect! You had to use this time to try and get his attention!

Looking up at the seemingly endless landscape that was his foot, you realized that getting his attention would be quite difficult. Bending down, you slammed your fists as hard as you could against the top of his foot, succeeding only in hurting your hands. It was like punching steel! Your tiny fists wouldn't make any kind of impression on Yamamoto. Massaging your knuckles, you notice his legs. When you were more normal sized you had always thought his legs were hairless, but now you could see several strands all up and down his legs. Apparently, these hairs were too small to be normally seen unless you were looking very closely. You sighed. Well, you could try and keep climbing. That seemed to be about the only thing you COULD do. In fact...you craned your neck back and saw that, sitting like this, you could very easily get up inside Yamamoto's boxers! You blushed at the thought but there was nothing perverted in your mind about this! That whole area was far more sensitive then any other part of the virile teen's body. If you could maybe get in there and bite him, you might stand a chance to get his attention! It was risky though...he might very well crush you while doing something as simple as scratch himself. But it was really your only choice at this point.

You took a deep breath, and began running across his expansive foot, racing for your only chance at survival.