It would likely take you a while to start at her feet, so you grab a chair leg to get to the middle. The climb is arduous, each handhold a miniature workout, but finally, you make it to the seat level. Huffing and puffing, you take a moment to catch your breath. This was supposed to make getting to her head easier, but you should have expected things to go wrong at some point.
You start to make your way towards Tiffany’s back, hoping to scale the chair and perhaps grab her attention by reaching her shoulder or ear. However, as you navigate the folds of the fabric, you feel a shift. The world tilts, and you scramble to hold on, but it's too late. Tiffany shifts in her seat, crossing her legs and leaning to one side.
Your grip slips, and before you know it, you’re sliding down the slick surface of the chair. You land with a soft thud on the cushioned seat, but your relief is short-lived. The sky darkens, and you look up just in time to see a massive cheek descending upon you.
You try to move, to scramble out of the way, but it’s too late. Tiffany’s weight pins you down, pressing you into the soft cushion beneath her. You can’t move, can’t breathe, and for a terrifying moment, you think this might be the end.
But then, she shifts again, just enough to give you a pocket of air. You gasp, filling your lungs with sweet, precious oxygen. You're still trapped, but at least you can breathe.
From your new position, you can feel the vibrations of Tiffany’s body as she moves. She must be adjusting herself to get more comfortable. Each shift is a jarring experience, but you take advantage of a moment when her weight is momentarily lifted to wriggle free, emerging from beneath her like a mole coming up for daylight.
You’re now positioned at the edge of the chair, close to her thigh. You know you need to get her attention somehow, but any direct attempt risks her accidentally crushing you. You take a deep breath and start climbing again, this time using the folds of her shorts as handholds. Your goal is her knee; from there, you hope to get to her hand or arm where she might notice you more easily.
The climb is slow and dangerous. Tiffany’s body is warm, and each movement she makes causes the fabric to shift and sway, threatening to throw you off. Finally, you reach her knee. You wave your arms and shout, hoping against hope that she’ll see you.
“Hey! Down here! Help!”
But Tiffany’s eyes are closed behind her sunglasses, her face relaxed as she basks in the sun. You’re just another speck in her world, unnoticed and insignificant.
Desperation fuels you as you make your way along her thigh, heading towards her stomach. You need to get higher, closer to her face. It’s your best chance. The ground beneath you is firm yet yielding, and you realize just how small and fragile you are in comparison to this towering girl.
Finally, you reach her stomach, the fabric of her tank top stretching above you like a massive tent. You continue your climb, your muscles burning from the effort. You pull yourself up and onto the hem of her tank top, then begin the final ascent towards her shoulder.
Halfway up, Tiffany stirs again, sitting up straighter and uncrossing her legs. The sudden movement nearly throws you off, but you hold on, your heart pounding. You’re almost there. You just need to get to her shoulder and make her notice you.
With one final burst of energy, you reach her shoulder and climb onto the strap of her tank top. You wave your arms and shout as loud as you can, hoping to catch her attention.
Do you try to get her attention or explore her body?
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