Now was the time to be brave, if there ever was. Although you were about the size of a pin and were about to venture into uncharted territory, there was little else left to choose from. If you didn't grab the attention of the closest passing giantess, who was to say you would ever survive in this harsh new world? You are still retreating into your thoughts, you realize, and face straight ahead. Bekah is en route to the other side of a wide expanse of carpeted floor, which you would be obligated to cross if you planned to flag down your cousin before unwanted attention arrived.
The panicked ideas of what unmentionable things could happen if someone you didn't trust spotted you fuels your motions, and thus you leave the table behind. Strolling across this forest of carpet strands wouldn't be easy, but at least the quaking tremors of the partying giantesses was far enough away that you felt relatively comfortable. Conveniently, some of the blasting music changed a more suspenseful sound, fitting the mood quite nicely. Bekah adjusts herself in her seat on the couch ahead, and you put your eyes on the prize.
Contrary to what you would have expected, at this size every aspect of your fetish was increased. You even start to have arousing thoughts about your dear cousin, even as you try to keep them out of your mind. This has only worsened, however, by the time you have reached the base of this monolith; her expansive bare foot is your landmark. It occurs to you that it is kind of illogical for Bekah's socks and shoes to be off, but you had noticed a trend among the girls lately to party barefoot at times... you would in all probability never understand this concept.
Do or die, your mind repeats while you stare blankly. The feet are moving of course; her toes wiggle absentmindedly as she pulls out her cell after getting a text. This would be the opportunity of the night, then. Wasting less time would be a good idea too, you decide as you stand just an inch from the domineering big toe of your female cousin. Grasping it tightly, you hoist yourself on top of the gloss-painted toenail, hugging the side of it for support until you have successfully made it on entirely. Progress was being made here, you think, amidst recurring fear waves.
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