As Olivia begins to stand, you snap an arm out to grab hold of the bottom of her shirt, holding on to it as the flesh beneath you moves and stretches in new ways, muscle and bone shifting to bring her powerful form upright. Your legs dangle, but with an effort the second of your hands reaches up alongside its partner. Then it's a simple matter of hauling your pathetic weight further up, and hoping that Olivia doesn't turn at any point and let her sister's eyes fall upon you.
You must climb higher, to get a view of the surroundings, and haul yourself painfully upwards, toward the small of this goddess' back, where the strap of her denim overalls lies.
Olivia walks along, and her thudding steps reverberate up her divine form. You'd never imagined getting this close to the object of your affection, and you want to savour it. Even with the strong stench of sweat from her full day of exertion it's blissful, all the more because you don't have to fear Grace's intentions - someone so pure and good as Olivia can only be good to you!
Your inch-tall form works its way upward - you;ve just done this on Grace, and while she was smaller, she was also moving a lot more. So, with Olivia's assured movements, you can scale her easily.
Well, you tell yourself it's 'easy'. Instead, you are slumped over her shoulder, breathing heavily and barely able to raise your head up. But you do, and can see Grace ahead, her youthful yet gargantuan form approaching an even more immense moving van. Looks like the sisters are packing it, and you just need to cling tight to your gorgeous saviour long enough for her to notice you.
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