Upon leaping downwards, the huge form of Becky looks curiously at you, she squints as you shiver at the wobbling amount of thigh about to descend on you as you continue biting down. The celitin on her big toe feels extremely hard and tough as a cardbord cutout, sweating and straining like mad you look up towards her gigantic form. Air rushes past you and you nearly fly off, but you cling to her flesh like mad.
"It's me," you squeak pathetically, ridiculously light headed as air wooshes through your clothes, "Look down you big lump!" At this Becky squints, she screws her eyes at you before exclaiming loudly.
"AAAAHHH!!! A giant bug! Get it off me!!! WAAAAH?!" As if this couldn't get ANY worse...
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