May brings her hand to her armpit and feels the knot ensnaring you to this goddesses underarm. She must not have thought you were tangled up well enough because she rolled you around in her armpit hair until you were not only trapped, you were completely unable to move. "Ok, little guy, I've got to get you nice and secure in there, we've got a busy day ahead of us! I gotta go to work. I don't have time to do the laundry, so I'll just wear the same shirt from last week." May bent down, picked up the uniform from the floor, and took a whiff. "Ugh, it kinda stinks, I get real hot and sweaty in there. You think it's bad in my socks? After today, you'll be grateful that I keep you in there! Now enough chit chat, I've gotta get dressed!" With that, she slammed her arm down on you, smothering you with her sweaty flesh. Any breath you are able to take is musty and choking from her scent. You didn't want to admit it, but she was right. You haven't even been trapped in her armpit for 5 minutes and you are already finding yourself missing the (mostly) safe spot you seek refuge in between her toes. The thick, rope like hairs of her armpit hurt your arms and legs where they were wrapped tightly around them. You tried to fight your bindings but found it in vain, and soon started to regret it as May started laughing and screaming "Stop it, that tickles! Hahahahaha!" She starts grinding her arm, rolling you between 2 walls of hair and flesh, even managing to get some wrapped around your head and mouth. Sweat drips down your face, blinding you as it gets in your eyes, then forcing its way through your lips and onto your tongue. The foul tasting brine makes you feel sick, but it gives you an idea on how to escape. You wait about an hour for May to finish getting ready and get to work. After you were certain she was no longer paying attention to you, you enacted your plan. You began to slowly chew through the hairs wrapped around your head, then your arms, and finally your legs, gagging the whole while through. After you untangle the last knot of hair holding you in place, a thought occurs: even if you do manage to escape from her, you doubted you could survive the world for very long at your size. You hang there for a few minutes, thinking about what you would do. After a while, your arms start to tire out and you make your choice.
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