I decide Kayla is a good option. She's closer and I'm sure she will help me. I've seen Cindy crush bugs without hesitation and the thought of her treating me like one makes me shiver. I don't know Kayla that well but I'm willing to take a risk. I reluctantly walk past a pair of black flats in front of her outstretched left foot. Just the sheer size of them are flat out intimidating to me. I would never be able to escape in time if they were descending upon me, no matter how fast I ran.
After making it past the shoes, I watch as Kayla keeps her nearest foot, the left one outstretched but moves her right foot back as she bends her knee and uses her arms to hug that leg while being engrossed in the movie. I walk along her long leg, noting how many of the freckles and blotches on them are bigger than my body. I soon make it past her denim shorts and soon I'm right beside her and craning my head all the way back to look up at her. She seems so close and all enveloping to me but in comparison to my size, her head is probably about half a mile above.
"K-Kayla down here! Please look down!" I yell up at her with my hands cuffed over my mouth to get louder but the volume of the TV is just too loud. Even if the room was dead silent would she even be able to hear my tiny voice?
Kayla continues to watch the TV without looking down. Even if she did glance down, it's highly unlikely she would be able to decipher me from being a piece of lint or some kind of tiny bug. I need to get her to feel me to examine me closer or even just get closer to her eyes. I could go to her bare legs and try to pound on them until she notices me but if she reacts by scratching or mistakes me for a flea trying to suck her blood, I would be crushed into paste before she could get a second look. The only option I have is climbing her. The denim material of her shorts have many grooves that I can fit my hands in between like an easy rock wall.
I walk closer to Kayla's now gigantic posterior seated on the floor. I needed to start climbing soon, if she adjusted her seating position just slightly, I would be smothered under her weight. I grab at the material and start the long climb. It takes almost an hour of climbing until I reach her waistband right near one of her belt loops and I still have so much more climbing to do.
As I'm about to reach up to continue climbing, the sound of a generic phone ring is so loud that my ears are screaming. Kayla lifts up her cellphone that was on the other side of her body and from my angle I can see that it says "Mom" for the caller ID.
"Pause it, it's my mom." Kayla demands as she pushes the touchscreen "Talk" button.
Cindy pulls out the remote and pauses the TV, while Kayla puts the phone to her ear. It's now quiet enough in the room to where you can hear the words of her mother.
"Hello?" Kayla says.
"Kayla where are you at?" An older woman's voice inquires.
"At Cindy's house watching a movie."
"Okay, I need you to get home now. It's getting late."
"Can I at least finish this movie?"
"Now." The mother repeats.
"Okay, Mom."
Kayla hangs up the phone. "I have to go now, I'll see you tomorrow."
"That sucks", Cindy replies. "See ya."
I should've found a way to get down off of Kayla's shorts but I'm so high in the air and it took me so long to get up here it would've been impossible anyways. Now I'm holding off for dear life as Kayla stands up to full height and slips on her flats before beginning her walk to her house. Each step she takes creates an impact of energy that moves up her leg and threatens to dislodge me to a deadly fall but I manage to keep hold. I just need to last until she gets home and she lives on the same street, just all the way down. Kayla walks outside, which is lit by the sunset and street lights. I've never been to Kayla's house and no nothing about her family. She only moved here a year ago with her and Cindy becoming friends shortly after but I've been so busy at work since I finished high school a few years ago that I never had the time to know her. I was only just starting to get consistent two days off in a row until this shit happened. What a quality way to spend it.
Cindy walks down the sidewalk and up her driveway to go through her front door in a completely foreign home to me. I'm sure her family will help me but it's unsettling to rely on relative strangers now that my house is hundreds of miles away.
Walking through her living room, I catch glimpse of a woman that looks very similar to Kayla except way older with a curvy and thick body type. She sat on the couch with her back resting on the arm rest and her legs and feet outstretched on the lap of a brunette man with a thick beard. Both of them lounged watching TV, barely acknowledging Kayla walked in as she continued down the hallway and turned to a bedroom.
The room was what I would expect from any preteen. A transitioning from little girl with the dusty dollhouse in the corner of her room to teen with the boy band posters everywhere. I expect the girl to go to her bed and can only hope she doesn't lay her side that I'm on. Instead, I watch her hands brush past me to the front of her shorts. A loud zipping sound echoes through the air and then the feeling of free fall occurs as I hold on to the shorts tightly. Looking up, I see Kayla is now only in her teal panties as I'm on the crumpled up shorts. The giantess then takes off her shirt to reveal her flat chest before tossing it on the ground. Her enormous feet move up past me as she walks to her dresser in the distance to pull out grey sweatpants and a white tank top and slips them on before grabbing her mini laptop laying on top of the dresser as well and then walks to her bed. The bed creaks and moans under the girl's weight as she lays on her stomach and browses the web while I watch from her discarded shorts.
There is no way I can reach her. The gap under the bed is too vast and there is nothing like sheets or anything touching the floor that I could climb to get up there. I'm so close to Kayla yet there is nothing I can do to get her attention. I could wait until she gets off the bed but that would be useless as she would only walk somewhere, giving me no time to get her help and it would likely result in me getting stepped on anyways. I will need to go elsewhere.
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