You feel your tiny hands slip out of the loops of the soaking sweatband. At first you are relieved, but then you realise the 1000 foot drop to the floor. panicking you reach out to try and grab onto anything. Your tiny hands refuse to maintain a grip on anything around you. You slip and slide through the moist, dark hair.
The smell and humidity of Mr Welling's hot head cause you to go dizzy, the constant falling does little to ease your stomach. The huge hairs fly past your field of view. In an Instant you are hit with a wave of cool, fresh air as you leave the giant's head. The relief is short lived as you come crashing down on the back of the giants neck.
Slipping and sliding, Mr Welling continues to jog, causing you to slide down his back. Your screams are inaudible to the giant as you go sliding down the mountainous back of the giant. You pass under the neck of his singlet before coming to a stop with a thick slurp. His excercise has caused him to sweat so profusely that his shirt has stuck to his back.
You are immersed in a new world of wretched humidity as Mr Welling works his body to its limits. After what seems like hours you feel his singlet get peeled off his body with a sickening squelch. You dont have time to be grossed out by that as you realise you are
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