Not wanting to waste a single second you immediately grab a low hanging fold of pink sheet and begin to haul yourself up, hand over hand. You make headway very slowly since all of your weight (minuscule as you are) is straining at your arms since you have no footholds. You try not to look down as you climb up the slippery satin sheet, and try not to focus on how devastating a fall like that would be to your tiny body.
As you ascend higher and higher you can hear Hannah breathing above you. Something about this excites you. You have always really liked Hannah. She has to you always secretly been an icon of youthful beauty and energy. Every time she she's you in the hall way at school she'll scream "Danny!" and run up and give you a huge hug. Even though you really like her and there are occasionally times when it almost seems like she really liked you the two of you seem to be stuck in that "friendship" rut. Sad seeing as to how she is super hot.
So hearing her soft, gentle breathing reverberating all around your world, infusing the very air about you with all the energy and zest inherent in her body awakes in you a new desire, one much different, and much more primitive than your earlier wishes of getting help. You begin to scramble as fast as you can up the expanse of the sheet, drawn on by the calling of her slow, steady breathing seeming to call out promises of raptures beyond all comprehension. Fortunately for you you somehow managed not to fall in your head long dash up to the top and you eventually make it. When finally you breach the top of the bed you behold the most wonderful sight any man has ever imagined. Stretched out before you Hannah lies full up on her side facing you, but still asleep. Sometime between now and when you had originally set out for the bed she had shifted and all the covers had fallen away from her, revealing her to be more a giant goddess wearing nothing other than a set of red silk bra and panties. From where you crawled up onto the bed you are down by her knees. In front of you her colossal, yet still highly arousing thighs stretch away in perfect curvature, gracing the horizon and seeming to almost reach for eternity before suddenly coming together perfectly and hiding their secrets beneath a single layer of thin, red silk. Continuing on, craning your neck in awe of your friend's beauty your eyes flow upward, down along her smooth, perfectly flat stomach, unbroken by any scar or blemish you eventually come to the view of another inviting red-lace field, this time covering (at least partially) her mountainous breasts. When you were your regular size you had always though Hannah had the perfect body. Her breasts were nice sized C-cups, not too large, but certainly not lacking, and now in your diminutive size they are positively huge! Somehow managing to tear your gaze away from them you continue on your visual tour to behold a spectacle almost unequaled on this earth. In the soft dawn light the first sunbeams filtered into the room and alighted upon her face. It illuminated her soft, blond hair that fell upon her sleeping visage and turned her soft features into a picturesque angel.
She is a beautiful sleeping angel whom you should...
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