You feel your legs being let into more open air as you continue to wiggle your way down. Once out, you take a breather.... You look around at the green tinted space, and notice how much more fur she has on her upperbelly. You decide the best course of action is to go to the bottom of the shirt.
You start to push your way down, pressure increasing as the shirt presses you into her fluffy tummy fur. You find a small gap.. "This must be her belly button"; you tell yourself. You keep pushing on, with pressure still increasing from the fabric. Soon, you can barely army crawl. You get to the point where her jean fabric meets the green shirt. You again smell the strange oder. You now have 2 choices... either go under the jean fabric, or try to squeeze through while getting sandwiched by her shirt and pants.
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