Having what amounted to a staring contest with a god was fundamentally flawed, but what other choice did you have? Her face essentially rivaled the sun in the sky at the distance she was peering down at you. Even if you found a way to divert your gaze, she could just as easily move the living island that was her hand into a new position and make you look. That’s what it means to be in the palm of a person’s hand, and that’s what it means to have no control. Regardless, you couldn’t take your eyes off of her.
The pores on her face seemed more like craters, and the occasional white head buried under make-up were like small mound. You could easily make out the edges of where she’d applied her foundation, making you wonder whether that was a feature of your diminutive size, over the chance she’d done a sloppy job.
You could also see a spider’s nest of hair and debris in her nostrils, and you knew there was a clear possibility for you to get caught against if you were unfortunate enough to get sucked in.
The stale smell of her breath was persistent, and her indirect exhalations challenged your ability to stay balanced. Eventually you looked at the titans mouth, realizing it was cracked open and revealing a portion of the horrors within. Her lips were coated with a thick layer of gloss that contoured with its creviced flesh, and her teeth seemed to glow with an unnatural whiteness, with exception to the off-white colored plaque was tucked along the border of her gum line. However it was the wetness and the darkness of her massive mouth that made you shiver.
"You're... a man... a tiny man. This can't be real." She leaned in and focused on you with one eye, and you shivered again as you witnessed her massive pupil dilate. “My god…”
You felt a sensation of weightlessness as she lowered her hand away from her face. That action momentarily disoriented you, but you kept your focus upwards out of respect for her sheer power. You could discern that she was checking her surroundings, and then her gaze locked back onto you.
The next thing you noticed was movement on your periphery, and when you turned you realized what was about to happen to you. Amber’s tower-like fingers were beginning to crescent around you and her skin beneath your feet became exponentially unreliable. Everything seemed to quake and you tumbled forward face first into her clammy skin. You knew she was about to reseal you in her hand; an unnoteworthy act to her, which happened to be a cataclysm for you.
Before long parts of you began to disappear in the skin fold that were forming along her palm, surrounded by oily walls of flesh, and before long you were erased from the outside world.
Her grip seemed to loosen the moment you felt like you were going to burst, and you crawled into a pocket that was tall enough for you to sit up. Light peeked through the cracks of her grip, giving you some visibility into this fleshy tomb, but was not nearly enough to make you feel reassured. It was cramped and the air was getting more and more humid by the second.
Her hand opened abruptly and you shielded yourself instinctively. This time you had no desire to look upon the goddess.
“Go on.” Her whispering voice rumbled. “You’ll be safe in this.”
You arched your arm upwards to see what she was talking about, but the smell of it told you what it was before your eyes. It appeared to be an empty Tik Tak case shed laid along her palm, and the smell of peppermint burned your eyes.
“You can trust me, go on little one.” She followed up.
It felt as if you were being commanded by a deity, and the ignorant indifferent in the way she spoke to you somehow made her words more impactful. So you did as she wanted and entered that clear minty prison. She at least waited for you to walk a good distance inside before she put the case at an angle, then you slid to the bottom along side the rubbled mint fragments that still remained inside. The turbulence continued until Amber’s massive eye was peering in at you.
“I have to drive now… do you understand?” Her breath fogged up the plastic, then her massive thumb wiped away the condensation. “I don’t known where else to put you… the ride won’t be long.”
You felt weightlessness again and your downward trajectory made you realize where she meant. Her solution was to place your case between her legs as she drove, which you knew wasn’t even close to the best place for her to come up with.
Her thighs were cliffs, and her upper body towered into the sky like a mountain. To your north, you had a narrow view of the edge of the car seat in the distance. To your south was a precipice, much closer and more imposing than the rest of your surroundings. You needed to crane your neck to recognize the plateau of Amber’s lap and that’s when you started to understand that this landmark was her crotch.
Time passed, and you were surprised how stable she was keeping you , but eventually a pungent, musky scent began to spill into your case. It wasn’t a mystery that you were smelling odor of her womanhood.
That was hard to reckon with. This colossus – this godly entity that could move building-sized objects with total ease was a person. She was a woman normal woman that found a tiny man hiding in a toy car. To you, however, she was all but your goddess.
Wherever she was taking you was not where you wanted to go. You could only pray that eventually you’d have an opportunity to escape.
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