After dying your first death, you warily stayed away from your girlfriend's massive feet and wonder how you could get up her leg to join in on some of the action when someone else walked in. Looking past Madison's pale legs, you saw her milf of a mother striding in wearing a tight tank top, loose fitting sweatpants, and was barefooted. Madison didn't hear her mother coming until she was standing right behind her.
"What are you doing?" she asked and Madison jumped in her seat.
"I was j-j-just looking up something for class." Madison tried to discreetly pull her wet fingers out of her skirt, but both you and her mother saw it. Looking amused, Madison's mother smiled wryly and shooed her daughter away from the computer.
"Well you can look it up later, I have a document to do and you need to get to school." Madison's mother sat in the chair her daughter vacated and began typing away. You watched Madison change into her catholic uniform, ogling as she squeezed into the tight shirt and was flashed enough times that you memorized she was wearing underneath her skirt.
Madison left for school and her mother resumed working on whatever she was doing and you smiled. You loved Madison, especially that hot body of hers, but now the woman that gave birth to your hot girlfriend is right before and even more fiery than her daughter. Looking up, you wonder how your were going to get up and play with the milf's very well-endowed assets. You fiddled with the controls on the watch, pressing a glowing green button and felt yourself start to shrink. After you stopped shrinking, you compared your height to Madison's mother's toes and realized your about an inch tall.
You got started by scaling up her foot. When you reached the opening to her sweatpants, you decided to climb inside of her pants and get a straight shot to her panties. Crawling under the lip, you looked up the pale pillar of her leg and noticed that her leg was quite smooth and no apparent hair for you to climb with.
A beeping noise drew your attention to the watch and a message scrolled across the screen; Appropriate size reached. Activating anti-gravity. Please avoid jumping as the anti-grav is only able to operate with direct skin contact from the wearer and risk of potential death will be imminent.
Question marks were flying around your head. Anti-gravity? Wasn't that impossible. Your confusion grew as a very dim glow shone from your skin and another message appeared. Anti-Gravity Activated. User Is Now Able To Walk Up Vertical Or Otherwise Similar Surfaces As The Gravity Is Now Shifted To Below Your Feet. Again; Please Avoid Jumping As Any Disconnection From Surface Will Disable Anti-Gravity.
You were skeptical but you tried it out anyways and easily walked up the leg. Your jaw dropped as you stood perfectly perpendicular to her leg and wasn't falling flat on your ass. This watch was seriously defying gravity and you continued walking up the vertical incline of her leg. After a few minutes, you hopped over the pale moon of her knee and the glow from your skin died as the Anti-Grav shut itself off and your sense of gravity returned back to normal. Wondering what else the watch could do, you carefully shuffled past her inner thigh and finally saw your destination; her panties.
Your breath was starting to get rough as a indescribable musk was permeating the air as you drew closer and closer to her panties. You could make out the outline of her vagina and you were left with a decision.
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