You've seen her sitting a million times, and you can't recollect her ever being this still. Without wasting a minute, you pull yourself up and manage to swing your legs up and over to the topside of her toes. Her foot is resting in the air at a steep angle, her leg crossed over the other. Thinking quickly, you allow yourself to slide down to her ankle. You know it to be a matter of minutes before she'll start fidgeting again, and so you begin to climb the night invisible threads in her jeans. Its actually a lot easier to climb than a ladder, but a fall from her could mean death to you. Mayhap gravity won't pull you down that hard, or maybe your denser molecular structure would be more supportive, more endurable.. then again, you only know GTS story speculation and aren't willing to try out the crack-pot theories.
You have been steadily climbing for almost ten minutes now, and despite the occasional shifts and movements, you have made a lot of progress, relatively speaking. You had fortunately made the right decision, for as soon as you venture up the steep area just below her kneecap, you feel the ground and entire leg quake uncontrollably. Natasha has started bouncing her leg! Your journey now is more horizontal, but the trembling ground makes it harder to stay standing. You hear what sounds like a plan crash without the explosion, and then more fidgeting. The fidgeting turns more violent and you are forced to hold onto the threads for dear life.
Natasha had begun absently bouncing her leg and swinging her flipflop as she went about her morning meal. When she finished, her flexing toes accidentally dropped her sandal! She uncrosses her legs and slips her flipflop back onto her foot before standing up. Casually, she puts up her dishes and heads towards the living room. With no plans and it still being early morning, she decides that now is a good time to catch up on her reading. She picks out a romance novel she is in the middle of, and heads towards the couch. With the book in her left hand, she smiles while swaying her arms slightly in glee and anticipation for a passionate chapter or two.
The world goes by in a blur! You are holding onto the jeans as tight as you can, placed somewhere between her knee and waist. As the world lurches and leans, slows and hastens, and just about gives you a headache from all the rapid movement, you barely notice that the giant woman has grabbed a book. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, and even tiny-sized you might could see it as a bug-squasher, but you never expected what was to come. As your gigantic girlfriend neared the couch, her swinging arm allows the book to brush against you, tearing you away from the jeans and sent flying!!
You land with a hard thud, yet the ground gives away just a hint. You feel like your bones should be broken, and despite the massive amount of pain and swellings they're miraculously intact. You are on your stomach, rising up to stand and wondering where you are exactly when the giantess turns in front of you. You look up to see Natasha's eyes flicker past you, then her entire body turns until only her backside is showing. Unfortunately, you have landed on the couch. "Oh God...." is all your breath allows you word before a shadow falls above you.
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