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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Action/Adventure · #1993120

You decide to shrink yourself super tiny and survive, nobody aware of your existence.

This choice: Rush down into her hand and up her shirt sleeve  •  Go Back...
Chapter #7

Too Touchy

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No! You won't die like this! As this incredible being stomps on her way, you resolve to live!

Jumping from this perch would be full of uncertainty, so instead you scuttle down the ridges of Abby's pinky finger, glorying in the fact that your miniscule size keeps you more or less glued to her huge mass.

You reach her palm, the majority of the plain occupied by the remaining fingers, clenched in a fist. Pausing for but a moment to catch your breath, you press on, over the thundering pulse alive in her wide, powerful wrist, and toward the darkness of her shirt sleeve.

Beneath the sheltering shadow, you begin sweltering in the girl's body heat, trapped by the thick clothing. Sweating yourself before too long, you force yourself onward, digging your feet and hands into the thick skin to drag yourself further on.

You can't see, but the oppressive temperature makes the experience hellish even before Abby screams. It vibrates through your entire being, and then there is an increase of air pressure as the tunnel collapses, some outside force mashing the ceiling down against the arm. Your motion has drawn the girl's attention, and Abby is scratching at the bug that has crawled inside her clothes.

There's no possible defence for you, and as you dare to breach the sanctity of this teen's clothing, so she dares to crush you with a determined press of her finger, annihilating you in a moment.

***

Abby shakes the dead insect from inside her sleeve, wrinkling her lip at its crushed body in her palm. The lizards always preferred live food, but there was no helping this. Cupping her hand to set the corpse rolling around, she tutted at it. Stupid little bastard.

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