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Sarah's Find - Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2022-11-19 21:16:06 +0000 UTCWith a running start, you leap from the table and land onto the skin. The flesh is soft and warm and your fall is cushioned by the tiny, nearly translucent, vellus hairs that dotted the skin. From there, you are able to crawl up her side and, in no time, you stand on the edge of her belly. You stop and examine the landscape. Far towards your right, you can see the tall mountains of breasts. From here, only the very top strands of her hair are visible over the mammoth bulbs of flesh. You could easily climb in there, but you've already felt their embrace.
To your left, on the other side of the immense valley of the belly, you can see her legs, stretching like long pillars. Her feet seem so far it might take you hours to reach them. But her crotch is much closer. And that is where you think you want to go.
You begin to move. Walking along the top of the belly is intimidating. The flesh rumbled and moved, alive. You can hear the inner workings of her systems, busily carrying out their functions deep within. At this size, you could easily end up in there. Had you gone towards her mouth, she could have yawned, making you fall inside. She would then swallow you without even feeling a thing. Then you'd be in that belly as it dutifully digested you without question. You pass the navel, which looks more like a bottomless pit to you. Peering down into the darkness, you think you can make out a tiny ball of lint, likely from one of her clothes. How long it has been imprisoned in there is anyone's guess. A strong rumble almost causes you to lose your footing and you quickly hurry from the chasm, lest you join that tiny ball of lint.
Eventually, you reach her crotch. The massive black tarp of her bathing suit is tight and you cannot begin to hope to lift it. Your only option is to climb under it. Fortunately, you find a gap small enough to squeeze through. You expect darkness, but thankfully the bright sun seems to pierce through the fabric enough for you to see, albeit a bit dimly. For a moment, you are relieved to find that there is no thick “brush” for you to navigate through. However, you quickly the cut ends of the tiny, thin hairs are sharper than you expected, forcing you to move even more slowly so you don't get a large gash sliced into your own flesh. You quickly notice the humidity increasing and you're getting close.
Then, your hand touches something very warm and moist. You've reached the vulva.
In the dim light, you can see the clitoris right below you, beckoning. The only way to it, however, is the flesh.
