The view beyond the edges of Leah’s palm blurred again, finally settling when her hand seemed to have moved closer to her well developed chest.
“I’ll… just look after him. It’s fine.” Leah asserted.
“You’re sure?” Amber followed up.
She furrowed her brow. “Why come here if you’re gonna doubt me?”
“Sorry… this is a lot for me too.”
Leah surveyed you in her palm, taking note of the extraordinary contrast between your sizes. “Let’s just talk inside… that feels a lot safer.”
Leah’s left hand lifted off into the air, slowly hovering over your position before it started to descend. Light from the outside world dimmed as the wall of flesh drew nearer, eventually snuffing it out entirely when you were sealed inside. The open plain of her palm had become a dark cavern, but being robbed of the fresh air only intensified the odor of her sweaty gardening hands.
You decided to lay flat against her skin before she started to move, not wanting to fall on your face again. There was no doubt that by doing that you were going to smell more like a worn glove, but in all honesty, would you even register the difference at that point? You just kept your body and head down and hoped that your voyage would end as soon as possible. Luckily it did.
Fresh air and light accompanied the sounds of rippled skin peeling away from each other and you knew that was your cue to stand. You squinted upwards, recognizing that Leah was already observing you. You could see it in her eyes that she was deciding where to put you. You just hoped you would be treated with some semblance of decency.
You felt the motion beneath your feet as the world around you traveled at inconceivable speeds. You could hear Amber searching through drawers and cabinets in the background, and before you were ready you felt the ground beneath you begin to tilt and you began to slide.
You pressed your body tightly against Leah's flesh, feeling your nose and lips get pulled against her skin as you buried your head against her palm to slow your downward momentum. It was ultimately hopeless, and all you got out of it was a salty taste in your mouth. The next thing you knew you were in some sort of plastic container, with a segment of ripped tissue in the corner. It was Tupperware.
The heads of your gods soon came into orbit, looking down upon you like a weird insect they’d captured.
"Leah is going to take good care of you… I’ll come back when I can." Amber started to whisper as you watched her lowed the clear-blue lid downward to your container. They’d poked a series of random holes in it to give you air.
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