Holding you in a sweaty fist in front of her face, Kattie gleams at you for a moment before chirping, "I should take you to your new home... I mean, we're going to be living together, after all." She stands back up, adding what seems like miles to the already great height between you and the ground.
Your hopes begin to sink upon hearing that. "...but don't expect anything naughty, mister!" she warns playfully, shaking a massive index finger that's easily multiple times your size in front of your face. "I'm not that kind of girl", she continues, before giving you what to a normal-sized person would be a little peck but to you is like being rammed by a large, wet animal and leaves you damp and disoriented. You'd shudder if you could... At this size, you don't want anything 'naughty' - it would kill you! Before you can regain composure from the kiss, she shoves you into the back pocket on her skirt. It's too tight around her mammoth behind for you to move, and cuts off your breathing in a similar manner that being held in her hand did. Aside from that, it's completely dark. This was going to be a real joy...
"Enjoy the ride, sweetie!" you hear her says flirtatiously before slapping her ass, right where you are located. Luckily her ass cheek is so soft and pillowy that you just bounce against it without much pain. With that, Kattie begins walking. You are constricted fairly tightly against her butt cheek but it's so soft and jiggles so hugely as her body rocks back and forth with each step that it makes for a very strange and conflicting feeling. You begin to fall asleep, and decide to let yourself... Not like there's any other way to pass the time.
You are abruptly awakened by an even sweatier hand than before burrowing into the pocket and clumsily grasping around you, your head and one of your legs sticking through the knuckles. With a little pulling, you are finally pulled free of the tight space, and find yourself looking into Kattie's eyes.
"Welcome home!" she squeals, before dropping you on the bed in front of her. It has a fuzzy pink bedspread with Hello Kitty on it, much like many other objects around you - curtains, pillows, et cetera. There's lots of pink and bright green, and a poster for Disney's The Little Mermaid graces the wall in front of you, behind Kattie. Basically a stereotypical happy teenage girl's room. You're glad to finally be able to stretch your limbs, but are too sore to stand quite yet. Looking up, you see that all this walking had made her work up quite a sweat. You weren't sure how far a walk it was, but were impressed anyway. "We're going to have so much fun here, Little-Man... I've got everything you'll ever need here!" she coos, grinning down miles at you. Perhaps unbeknownst to her, those sickly-sweet-sounding words to you represented the sound of your hopes shattering. This was your confirmation - she planned to keep you here. You try to keep from panicking - maybe if you just played along and did what she wanted, she would help you out.
Kattie rubs her forehead with the back of her hand... "Whew, I'm burning up... I hope you don't mind if I get a little more comfortable." There's a vaguely flirtatious tone in her voice that you don't like. With that, she unzips her skirt (with the zipper making an almost relieved sound as it slides down) and lets it fall to the floor. Now she towers above you, glistening and dripping with sweat, in just a tube top and those bright green panties. "There!" she says, also sounding relieved. Then, almost without warning, she lowers herself onto the bed, only a few feet (by your perspective) from where you sit. Before you can react, the mattress indents with a loud creak and you tumble downwards before faceplanting into the side of her slick, wet leg, getting the taste of sweat in your mouth. Seeing this, Kattie seems to melt.
"Awwww!" she exclaims, sounding genuinely flattered. "My boyfriend is so sweet! He wants to lie down and cuddle! Okay, Little-Man... Just don't get too fresh! Not until we've been going out a bit longer!"
You sigh. This is going to be frustrating as hell. Kattie scoops you up in a massive, sweaty palm, before lying down on her side, putting you a bit below her face and blocking your immediate surroundings with a massive arm. You feel slightly claustrophobic, and the smell of sweat creeps over you, especially from her exposed armpit looming a few feet to your side. You have nowhere to go, so you sit and stare up at her massive face. Should you say something? Before you can think about it more, she giggles, which surprises and knocks you back.
"You're so cute..." she says sweetly. "I think you're going to be a great boyfriend... So much better than my last one... You're a lot smaller than him, but I promise you won't get squashed like he did! That was an accident and I learned my lesson! I'll take good care of you..." She grins again at your terrified and now trembling form, before quickly fading off to sleep. That walk really must have taken a lot out of her. Looking around, you're trapped from all directions. As you begin to ponder taking up mountain climbing, she shifts in her sleep and grasps you in her hands, squeezing you to her massive bust. She drags you downwards, and you begin to panic, but thankfully she stops at her belly like when she was 'cuddling' you earlier. You are pressed against her again the same as earlier, and hear her stomach growling, but louder than before. You start to struggle because you don't want to get trapped under one of her rolls while she's sleeping. Seeming to sense your movement, she presses you tighter, before dragging you a bit lower to her cavernous bellybutton and pressing you tightly to it. "Shit, not this!" you think to yourself, before being plunged into the sweaty, dark cave. She presses you harder and twists you a bit, driving you in tightly, before letting go and beginning to snore loudly. Being trapped in darkness and hearing her bowels churning, you begin to struggle, which makes her belly jiggle a bit as it tickles and makes her shift in bed and you are crushed further. Briefly considering how surreal your situation is, you determine that you need to get out ASAP, otherwise you could suffocate! After a while, you finally manage to dislodge yourself, and fall back onto the bed, breathing in the fresh air frantically.
Evidently she felt your minuscule meddling, and she shifts again, and begins to roll over. You look up at her and silently make your peace before her immense, gelatinous belly slams on top of you, smashing you onto the bed. After a second, you realize you aren't dead. However, you are insect-sized and being crushed under the sweaty, unpleasant-smelling gut of an insane, clumsy, impossibly fat girl who's holding you captive because she thinks she's in love with you. You almost wish you were dead. You question why you've survived, feeling the immense weight trapping you and the sweat soaking you, but decide it isn't important and put your mind on more important matters, like how to get out of this awful situation. Are you going to have to wait until morning to get out of this? You struggle, and find that with much effort, you are able to slide yourself thanks to the lubrication on her belly from the dripping sweat. Inspiration hits you and you begin to force yourself in a random direction; you don't know which way is which, but your opportunity for escape will effectively end once the sweat dries, so you need to act as quickly as possible. You power onward, in spite of how tired and sore your body is.
Finally, you reach light, and find yourself coming out between two massive squished spheres blocking the way from the sides, with her neck above you and her gigantic face lying on its side directly in front of you. Shit. You carefully emerge, trying not to make any noise or movement, hearing her loud snoring. As you pass her face, you hear her speak, which startles you and stops you in your tracks.
"Turkey... Ice cream... Cranberries... Mmmm, candy..."
You breathe again, relieved. She's dreaming about Thanksgiving. Maybe it's her favorite time of year? You continue to your goal, that being the edge of the bed. Maybe you can find a rational adult to help you! Your heart sinks, however, as you hear her shift again and see the shadow of something approaching you from behind. Preparing yourself to dive to the side, you are suddenly grabbed tightly by a hand. You want to cry right about now. The hand slowly drags you across the bed and you face your captor... your, uh, still-sleeping captor.
Now suspended immediately before her gargantuan face, she tilts it up and moans gently. You are now directly in front of her lips. And you've never been more frightened in your life.
"Lots of candy..."
Her words are followed by a loud belch right in your face. The sound and smell engulf you, but you're more scared of the view into her mouth which now hangs open, displaying her quivering throat that opens like an entrance. That's exactly what it is, you think to yourself - an entrance for food, which you are about to become! You let out a hoarse scream but are quickly stuffed between her giant lips, which wrap around your waste so that only your legs are sticking out. You can't see anything, but you can smell a large mixture of food and hear her heartbeat and her organs churning away at her last meal, which from the smell of things, is all the things she was naming! She begins to loudly suck and slurp your tiny form, periodically belching into her mouth, and drooling all out along your waist - she even gently gnaws on you a bit, scaring you even more. You struggle with all your might... Can you escape from this horrifying development?
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