You decide the girl studying nearest you is your perfect destination. With light brown hair, clear pale skin, and a terrifically fit body you figure she's probably an athlete, and probably the envy of all the other girls on the team. But she doesn't look unpleasant or rude like so many college girls you know; rather she looks sweet. She seems like the perfect choice. Of course, the fact that her skin-tight jeans stretch all the way to the floor, giving you a nice and easy slope up which to climb, might have something to do with it too.
Staying alert, you start a brisk jog on your journey over to the cute student. You don't want to move too quickly and risk having this giantess see you out of the corner of her eye, but you also don't want to spend too much time in the clear view of anyone who walks by. Fortunately, there's a table in between the two of you, so you spend most of your time sneaking under there and hoping to avoid any giant spiders. It's only a few minutes until you reach the other side, and happily you see this giantess's Reeboks lying flat on the floor only a short ways ahead of you.
You sneak up to her shoes, much taller than you are, and stare up. She really looks like a mountain. A cute one, though. You take a running start and leap up, landing right in the middle where her shoelaces begin. You trudge up the laces and then reach the bottom of her tight blue jeans. This should be a pretty steady walk up.
You pause, and look up at the giantess. With this view, she looks like an angel. But as you look up the long stretch of her legs making a blue-jean bridge from you to the soft chair in which she sits, you realize that her slightest movement could toss you off the side. You wonder if maybe this isn't such a good idea. Then you remember how long, and how badly, you've wished you could do something like this. You start to climb.
You were hoping the journey would be easier than you expect, but this is not the case. The girl doesn't move her leg in any way that you would notice if you were normal-sized; in fact, you bet she doesn't even notice her leg moving herself. But what feels relatively still to her feels like shaking and shifting to you. It feels a little bit like you're trying to walk in an earthquake, or maybe on the moving ground of an amusement park ride. This time, of course, it's a lot less fun, and on more than a few occasions you have to crouch and crawl up on your hands and knees. Once or twice you lie down and just hold on until the movement slows and your confidence returns enough for you to continue.
Somehow, though, you make it up to the giant plush chair, and you slide down, off the jeans and between her legs. You walk for another few seconds until you're immediately in front of the crotch of her jeans. You're more than a little turned on thinking about the giant pussy only a few layers away from you, and you even wonder if you can feel her heat. Maybe you're just imagining things. Either way, it's a remarkable view. You spend a few minutes looking up at your giantess as she continues to read from her textbook, taking the occasional note with a giant pen. You love the way her body moves ever so subtly as she reads and writes. You're so glad you did this.
All of a sudden, her legs come together and give you a squeeze. It's nothing painful, since her body is so soft, but it's a shocker. After a couple of seconds she pulls her legs back apart and you realize what she's doing: she's packing up her books to leave! You had hoped to spend more time exploring her in this position, but now you're in a panic. You know immediately that this girl is probably less than a minute from standing up and leaving. After all that work, you want a little more than to be standing by yourself on a titanic easy chair. You take another running start and jump, in hopes that you can grab onto enough fabric to climb up on top of her jeans.
Amazingly, you do make it up top, right by her giant zipper. Realizing that you probably don't have time to pull down such a heavy object as her zipper, you make a break for it and run up to the waist of her jeans. You figure that if you hurry, you can slide into her tight panties and safely travel with this girl as she walks. It won't be a bad ride, either. You slide the bottom half of your body under the tight elastic of her panties, and wait for takeoff.
Unfortunately, right as you get into position, you realize something awful: you've lost the gun! You rack your brain for a second or two and then remember that it wasn't in your hands as you started the climb up her jeans. Sure enough, you can just barely see her shoe, and there the gun is, lying there among the laces. Right then, the giant student starts moving around more vigorously, and as she shifts her foot, the gun starts to slide off. If you ever want to become your normal size again, you have to get off this girl now, and find some way back down to the ground. But do you have time? As soon as you start to climb out of your giantess's panties, she starts to stand up. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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