"We're going to my bedroom little one!" Susan announces. Being very careful to not let you fall off her finger, the massive Susan walks to her bed and lies down. Her fingernail, or the ground from your perspective, trembles considerably, but you manage to hold on. You figure that it's better that Susan know where you are, as being lost in the folds of her sheets at this size would be a nightmare. You watch from your perch as Susan begins to remove her clothing. First comes her shirt, which slides off just past your face. Next, she removes her pants, allowing you to get a good look at her panties. Looking up, you can see Susan's face looking at you through her gigantic cleavage.
"Like what you see?" she laughs, noticing you staring at her breasts. Not wanting to offend the giant woman, you nod. Susan laughs again as she brings you to her face. "Then that's where you'll go!"
Without warning, her finger lowers and begins to tilt. You slide off of her finger and land on pinkish ground. The air is warm and smells of floral perfume. It's kind of comforting, actually. Looking up, you see Susan's huge face smiling down at you.
"Where am I?" you mutter to yourself. As if to answer your question, there is a terrible earthquake that knocks you down. You hear Susan giggle. You look around more carefully and realize that you are standing on Susan's mountainous breast.
"How about that? Knocked you over!" Susan taunts, "I guess my boobs aren't exactly firm ground, though," She looks directly at you and starts to playfully blow gently on her breast, which, to you, feels like a hurricane. You get low to the warm, spongy ground to avoid being blown off of Susan. Suddenly, you notice movement a ways to your right. Susan's cold breath has caused her nipple to become erect. She sees that you see it and smiles at you.
"Susan!" you shout, hoping to somehow get her attention and ask just what's going on. But Susan can't hear your tiny voice from down on her chest. The giantess prods at the squishy ground around you with a titanic finger and you flinch, thinking she is going to squish you. You yell out again, and this time Susan hears you.
"What's up, teeny guy?" she coos, but she can't hear your reply.
What does she do?
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