Still under the belief that a fall like that would kill you, jumping down onto the floor didn’t seem like the best idea, not to mention how dangerous being on the floor with no way of going back up would be. Perishing the thought, you continued walking along the edge of the bed for what felt like hours, apathetically passing by bits of lint and wading through the soft blanket’s fabric. You had no idea how much time had passed, but you could see that you were approaching the foot of the bed and the dresser that was right next to it. Exhausted from your long hike across the blanket, you decided it was best just to take a break. Falling back onto the soft blanket you stared up at the ceiling slowly regretting ever helping that shady nopon. Accidentally almost drifting to sleep, you were shocked awake by the sound of the opening. Quickly shaking off that sudden sleepiness, you booked it to the foot of the bed before seeing the person entering the room. In the distance, you could hear the distant yawn of a Gormotti woman, followed by the door slamming shut. Running as hard as you could towards the dresser near the foot of the bed, your plan was cut short as a bag came flying towards you, impacting the bed and causing a shockwave that sent you half across the bed. It was good to know that you weren't crushed, but you were very uncertain about your future now that someone was renting the room. 

Clothed in a feline-hooded yellow one-piece jumpsuit, was a young Gormotti girl with silver hair and amber eyes. She looked extremely exhausted. Sweat rolling down her forehead and slightly staining her outfit, it was safe to assume she just got back from doing some kind of work. She had the aura of a driver and looked like one too, so she was probably out fighting monsters or something. Nevertheless, an exhausted person meant the bed was undoubtedly going to be in use and that was the last thing you wanted. To stop yourself from wasting any more time, you stopped gawking at the titan-sized driver and continued on your way to the dresser. Walking around her massive bag seemed like it would be pretty challenging but you didn't think it would take that long, the real problem revealed itself shortly. 

"Damn! What the hell is it with this weather? It was hot when those guys wanted to camp out in the middle of nowhere and it's even hotter now. If only I was back in Mor Ardain, I could kill for a dip in a hot spring right about now." She sighed, sitting down on the bed. While the impact wasn't as strong as the bag the indentation caused by the girl made things a little difficult. Unable to get a proper footing, you slid down the slope of the indent causing you to slam your body against the slightly moist fabric of the driver girl's jumpsuit. Pushing yourself away from her thigh, you try to regain your footing and climb back up the slope, but your efforts are in vain as it was way too steep for you to climb back up. If the situation wasn't so perilous you might have felt a tinge of embarrassment at being so close to a girl's thigh like this. You didn't have long to think about it though as she started to move again. Standing up for a brief second to readjust herself, you were caught off guard and found yourself tripping and falling into the imprint her butt had made on the bed sheet. After that brief second, before you even had time to think about running away, she had planted her butt back down onto the bed, sealing you between the soft bed and the extremely heavy mass of her body. 

You could hardly breathe and it was extremely dark. The only light you could see was the periodic glow of the outside as the colossal girl moved her butt slightly, and even then those bursts of light were more of a worrying reminder as each movement led to you sinking further underneath her bum. On the bright side, you were rather surprised to see how your body was completely fine under the crushing weight. It seemed like you were now made of much sturdier stuff, or at least you hoped you were. At first, the pressure of her butt was the most of your worries, but very quickly did you realize just how hot it was under her. With her size amplifying her body heat and all the physically demanding activities she had done out in the hot weather, you felt as if you had been crushed under a sauna. The heat and humidity made you want to struggle, but no matter how hard you tried, the Gormotti girl's butt pressed down on you so hard that you could barely move your limbs. The stuffy air made it harder to breathe, but you could just about find the strength to not suffocate as you desperately attempted to wiggle out from under her. This effort was mostly in vain as every minuscule movement from the titan-sized cat lady sitting on top of you more or less reset your progress. One step forward, ten steps back. Nevertheless, you pushed forwards stopping at nothing. Exhausted and drenched in a mix of your and the Gormotti girl’s sweat. Every now and then you could see the like of day shine through the fabric of her jumpsuit and just when you felt your body begin to give out, hope shined down upon you. A lot of the pressure was lifted off of you as the giant girl leaned back. The sound of her yawn echoed throughout the room and you were finally able to make out from underneath her. Moving away from the girl, you found a safer spot on the bed to catch your breath. Wiping the sweat off your brow, you looked toward one of the clocks in the room and despaired. Despite thinking that your struggle to get out from underneath her took hours, in reality only 5 minutes had passed. You couldn’t tell if your perception of time was different due to your size, or if it was the stress of the situation that had caused it to feel so excruciatingly long. Maybe it was a mix of both. Trying your best to forget the trauma of the past few minutes you continued towards your previous destination at the end of the bed. In the face of all your hopes that you wouldn’t have to deal with a similar situation, you’d soon find yourself facing yet another difficult obstacle. 

“Mmmmmm…” The girl yawned again. “After muckin’ about in the middle of nowhere it sure is nice to be in a nice… soft… bed.” Sounding quite sleepy, you heard the distant impacts of her boots hitting the floor and felt earthquake-like tremors spread throughout the entire bed as she went to lay down on her back. The foot of the bed was no longer as safe as you’d hoped it to be as you soon found yourself in between a massive valley. With both her legs blocking the left and the right of you and her feet more or less blocking the only exit you were practically trapped. Her legs were too high to climb which left you with only one option: squeezing your way through her crossed feet. Gritting your teeth, you ventured onward through the valley between her legs. With each step towards her feet, you could feel the humidity get stronger and stronger. It didn’t take long for the smell to kick in either. While they’re great for adventuring and combat, boots like the ones she was wearing didn’t exactly provide much in the field of breathability and it showed. You hadn’t even gotten that close to them and it already felt like you were back out in the hot sun, and as you got even closer, it started to feel more like the arid wastes of Mor Ardain. Almost choking on the oppressive atmosphere you were now close enough to see every drop of the girl’s foot sweat in great detail. While the size of each drop varied, almost all of the droplets were as tall, if not taller than you. Being the size of and more insignificant than a drop of sweat did not help your confidence as you tried to find the best place to squeeze through. Eyeing up her feet from afar, you decided that it’d be best to squeeze through the space between both her heels. It wouldn’t be pleasant but at least it wasn’t too daunting of a task. 

Wrapping your shirt around your nose, you made your way towards that area. It felt as if you had just entered an entirely new world. The atmosphere was so thick and overpowering with an odor so strong that not even your shirt could block the smell. Despite it being super hot and humid, you could tell that a majority of the sweat perspiring onto your body was not your own, but the sweaty air condensing on you. As much as you wanted to calm yourself down, taking a deep breath would be a foolish error. Forced to fearfully approach her two colossal heels you instinctually looked up to gain a sense of size. Basking in the shadow of her two feet, the sweaty pale appendages stretched high into the heavens taller than any tree or building you’ve ever seen (aside from the world tree, though you’d imagine that if you were on the floor and the girl was standing up she’d just about reach the same heights). As your luck would have it things would, yet again, not go your way. A slightly sleepy groan echoed from the other side of the bed and things began to shake again. You watched on in horror as the girl’s feet began to move. Not wanting to get buried underneath either of them, you ran as fast as you could. The Gormotti girl’s right foot shifted from upright to on its side. Most likely trying to scratch an itch, her foot rubbed against the side of her calf. Luckily you just about avoided her foot, but as you backed away you became skeptical about whether or not that was a blessing or a curse. 

Instead of having to simply squeeze on through her two heels, a much more prominent obstacle presented itself before you. With her foot on its side and pressed up against her calf, you were now forced to squeeze through the entire length of her right foot. What would have taken less than a minute, had now become an insurmountable task and a very disgusting one at that. You squirmed just thinking about having her sweaty foot pushed up against your back as slowly shimmied against it to escape. The smell was already bad enough from far away, and you could only imagine how it would be from that close. "Could you even endure the entire length of her foot?" You asked yourself. With no other choice you took off your shirt and wrapped it over your mouth and nose to form a make-shift gas mask, then made your approach. Even on its side, her heel was much taller than you and the grooves and wrinkles that lined her foot were almost big enough to fit your arm or head into, though you would never even dream of confirming that for yourself. Reluctantly eyeing up the gap between her heel and calf, you took your last breath of relatively fresh air and squeezed on in. 

The horror struck immediately. Forget being in a completely new atmosphere, the moment you were sandwiched between her calf and foot was the moment you stepped into an entirely new world. Much like spelunking, you found yourself in a dark and cramped area, but unlike spelunking, that dark area was unintentionally trying to kill you. The rank odor was a league above overpowering and perspiration dripped down her foot and onto the poor bedsheet below like meteors of sweat. You stuck closer to her calf as to avoid touching her foot, but every breath actively burned both your lungs and your soul. The makeshift “gas mask” did less than nothing to mitigate the odor and soon it would make this already awful predicament a whole lot worse. Slowly and viciously tortured by her foot odor alone, you moved along the narrowness of her foot unaware of how much progress you made. As you shimmied on through, something massive splashed against you. A droplet of sweat dripped down onto you, drenching your entire body in her malodorous perspiration. While this was bad enough on its own, that “gas mask” you had wrapped around your face became completely soaked as well. Pressing directly against your mouth and nose, the foot sweat-soaked shirt filled your lungs and coated the inside of your mouth with pure foot sweat. The taste and smell were agonizing. In a panic, you thrashed about trying your hardest to tear the shirt off your face before you were waterboarded by her sweat. It was only until after did you realize how bad of a decision this was. Your thrashing caused you to bump into the fleshy and sweat-covered wall that was her foot, coating you in even more of the Gormotti girl’s perspiration, and while you eventually succeeded in removing the shirt off your face, your panic had created some slight discomfort for the sleeping cat lady. This slight discomfort resulted in a minor motion that created a major problem for you. Slightly disturbed by your presence, the girl’s foot inched closer to her calf, sealing the already minuscule gap and pinning you between her calf and her foot. 

You were utterly trapped. Unable to turn around you were stuck facing the massive wall that was her foot. Foot odor quickly filled the tiny amount of space you had and sweat dripped down onto your face and body constantly. You tried your hardest to keep your mouth shut and hold your breath in, but your resolve eventually gave out and the result was a lot worse than if you hadn't held your breath in at all. A tsunami of odor flooded your lungs and a droplet of sweat forced its way into your mouth filling it with a putrid taste. You tried your hardest to spit it out but as more and more sweat flooded in, you had no choice but to swallow. The salty liquid slid down your throat filling you with an unimaginable sense of dread. Mortified and disgusted, the horrible experience had finally become too much for you and your consciousness quickly faded.

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