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Rated: XGC · Interactive · Erotica · #2289659
The adventures of one who possesses fetishes associated with being tiny.
This choice: An athletic, but attractive, Asian jock  •  Go Back...
Chapter #6

Ascent at Another Scale

    by: Deanthrocyte1 Author IconMail Icon
You look ahead of you towards where the door should be and instead, see a massive wall. The carpet bristle trees that normally would be taller than you are now crushed. They don't splay outwards or crack, but instead, they compress like springs.

Curious, you approach the light-colored wall and notice all the cracks and creases along its surface. You reach out your hand to touch it, and it is rough and warm. As you crane your neck upwards, you notice this wall goes far above the canopy and when you think it stops, it keeps going. High above, you notice something that looks like...gym shorts?

You're far below someone truly massive at your scale, and the wall is the outside of his foot.

The giant hasn't seen you, and upon you realizing that fact, a surge of adrenaline courses down your spine. This is your golden opportunity!

You reach out and grab onto the skin. The surface doesn't smell too bad, but it's not perfume and roses either. You lift yourself up the wall and let your feet find their grips. Scaling this looks like a tough endeavor. The more strokes you make up his foot, a sense of urgency floods your mind. Any small move this guy makes could be destructive at your scale, and if he walks, you need to fight heaven and earth to make sure you don't fall off his foot and end up under it.

You hear some thumping above you, about as loud as distant thunder. You take a pause to look above you to see two muscled arms converge and in between, a hand holding a smartphone. The drumming far above you must be this guy tapping the screen. You wipe some beads of sweat off your forehead. He's distracted for the moment. Still, you keep climbing.

Soon, the climb becomes less grueling as the incline levels more in your favor. The skin around here has more ravine-like creases, punctuated by rope-like flora. You turn to your right and notice the base of the mountain and a smooth plain with parallel groves. This in turn ends with what looks like a shear cliff, edged with cracks and weathering. This bizarre geography to you is nothing more than the giant's smallest toe - and you're standing on its knuckle.

To your right, the plain smooths outwards with those same ropy stalks - the giant jock's body hair. The further up you look, you notice his leg towards above you like some unfathomable piece of organic geography, capped by the shorts you saw earlier. You notice some bits of anatomy further above this - a large shoulder muscle and the base of a toned stomach, but the rest are obscured. The light above you obscures the face of this guy, but you could catch a glimpse of his hair - straight, medium-length and possibly black.

You could look at this sight forever, but an earthquake tells you this giant muscled guy has his own plans. The ground beneath you comes to life. In a panic, you grab a couple of the rope-like hairs and try to tie them around you, embracing them for dear life. The whole ordeal turns from a climb up a stationary object to a moving one.

When the foot is airborne after lifting off the ground, you feel like you're in a plane with heavy and unceasing turbulence. Then, when the toes touch the floor, it feels like the entire earth is quaking, but more like the entire surface wants to throw everything off of it. This subtle motion to the giant jock changes your view dramatically. You can't see more of his body, and worse still, you can't see his destination without being swung backwards again and again.

Soon, the ordeal ends and you find yourself in darkness. You look up to see that there's light somewhere, but it's eclipsed. You turn from side to side, seeing massive columns in the distance. You must be beneath a coffee table of some kind. The familiar tapping continues, and then, a thunderous burst of what to this guy is a chuckle.

While you feel like you could relax and resume your ascent, the stirring beneath you shows the giant jock has other ideas. The foot swings suddenly as he...

You have the following choices:

*Noteb*
1. Sits cross-legged

2. Rests his feet on the armrest of the couch.

*Noteb* indicates the next chapter needs to be written.
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