"Of all the crazy things fans do to worm their way into my life, this one takes the cake," you heard Nicki say, her sultry voice like rumbling thunder from a distant storm. She wiggled her feet back and forth on her heels, and you were transfixed by how these towering masses of flesh and bone swayed on either side of you. You couldn't believe you survived for any length of time underneath one of them, the full weight of this goddess pressing down on you. "I bet, in some weird way, you enjoyed being my insole, didn't you?" Nicki picked her head up to look across the bed at you. You can only gaze in awe as those angelic eyes peer over her voluptuous breasts, longing for Nicki to snatch you up and hold you close. "Well, there's more to me than just my feet. Why not...work your way up? But be careful. Some places may still be...off-limits."
That's all you needed to hear! Your heart hammering as your deepest desire is coming true, you climb up onto her ankle, savoring her warmth and the smoothness of her dark skin. Nicki was wearing tight blue jeans, and you carefully walk along the length of her leg, though it's a chore to maintain balance.
"Slow and steady to win the race, little guy?" Nicki asks in that lovely, thundering voice, just as you walk up onto her hip. Looking ahead, you once again see Nicki peering over her bosom. Though now you're closer, oh so tantalizingly closer. "Well, keep going."
Nodding, grinning like an idiot, you continue your trek across the goddess-like singer. You walk toward the center of her body, stumbling over the huge, oval buckle of her belt, which was encrusted with rhinestones the size of baseballs. Her top was relatively small, exposing her midriff. Oh, how you longed to just plop down on it, spreading your arms as if to embrace her while savoring her warmth.
In fact, that's exactly what you do. You rub your hands in little circles over Nicki's belly, ecstatic that you're so close to the singer you've idolized at long last. But a sinister chuckle from Nicki snaps you out of your blissful stupor. "Wait a minute, how can your midriff be 'off-limits'!?" you cry out in panic, suddenly fearing the worst. Looking up, you see Nicki's huge fingers coming for you. Those long, black fingernails...they could easily impale you! Nicki chuckles mischievously again as she...
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