Airvin slowly scaled the top side of the massive belly button with tremendous care because of the giantess's tendency of ticklishness. With both hands occupied by the climb down, the massive woman relied on her companion's light in the darkness. Down below and well away from the smaller giantess's landing, Grom excitedly called to her.

"Am I ever glad to see you! I didn't have the foggiest idea how we were going to get out of here."

"Are you guys all right? I saw a literal blood trail where you guys were falling."

"Nah, psh, we're fine just chilling down here." Airvin stopped climbing and looked at him suspiciously, exaggerating one eyebrow raised, practically closing the other. He continued, "Okay... Yeah when we first got down here... We were a bit of a mess. But I got us all fixed up right as rain."

"Well that's good. I wouldn't believe you had I not seen your miracles before with my own eyes. That is a lot of blood under Jax..." She finally touched down and started the short distance over to them. "Did he die again?"

"I mean... Almost, if I'm honest," he greatly lifted his head watching his friend loom in closer. "Ahhh... Did you get even bigger?"

"Gods I hope not. That's not the direction I want to be headed in at the moment."

"It's just... I mean... I just saw you and I'd already forgotten how unsettling this difference is." Neither one quite knew what to add to this conversation and looks toward each other turned into awkward glances around the sinkhole. The healer took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Like I already said, I really am happy you're here to help us out and-"

"No no, you're fine! I get it, this whole thing is just so weird. Is... Is Jax really going to be okay?" Hands on his hips, he stared at her, face wearing a 'did you really just ask me that?' expression. "All right, all right! Well let me pick you guys up and we'll get back to sleeping beauty. I mean she's awake now and knows I'm looking for you. Probably feels us... Again, weird." Her massive hand opened as she reached for the two of them.

"Wait, let me pick him up and you can grab onto me carefully. Just in case you don't know your own strength. I can help you pick me up whereas he can't. Don't want you pinching my patient too hard." The mage paused and looked on in amusement. Moving over to his unconscious teammate, Grom took several rapid short breaths, kneeling down and hoisting the limp torso over his shoulder. Loud grunts and a couple of groans, he got to his feet lifting Jax painstakingly slowly. Turning back to her with new sweat on his forehead, Airvin looked impressed.

"Every day," she said softly.

"Every... Day..." Plucking the small man by gently pinching his legs, the cleric's free hand gathered further stability. With one motion the huge woman gracefully set them down in her other open palm while standing back upright.

"Good, now we will get on with our journey," she said turning to the wall ready to climb. Or so she thought. Producing her own pale purple light Airvin peered around. Setting his friend down carefully on the expansive palm underneath, Grom joined his other friend in staring at the wall of skin. Many moments passed where nothing happened until finally the little man turned to see what the giantess had been up to. She quickly looked away, acting like she hadn't been just eyeing the couple of tinies in her hand. But that goofy way her mouth scrunched to one side of her face gave away shy thoughts.

"You've got that look about you," he said.

"Whaaat? Nah ... I-"

"Go on, spit it out."

"Umm..." He suddenly caught her train of thought and it hoisted him down the same track she currently rode.

"Ah. You need both hands to climb." The big brunette pulled her lips into her mouth while keeping it closed, remaining silent. "And you want to put us in your pocket or a pouch." Her eyes got bigger while the tiniest of smiles formed. "But... You won't have any light if you do that." The mage's massive hand crept ever closer to her chest. The cleric put his hands out for stability at the tiny bit of movement. Being brought to her carefully picked destination. His divine illumination warmed the pale skin presented.

His disbelief was bigger than a cargo ship. Looking directly into that inviting cleavage before prying upward towards that sweetly pleading, oh-so-terribly cute face.

"No! No no no no..."

"Grom..."

"Absolutely not."

“Grom..."

"Of all the things to ask a holy man! With everything we've been through! All of this is just complete and utter nonsense-"

"Grom." He stopped ranting and found those soft eyes... Sparkling so beautifully in the dim light. "... Please." Just like that. The healer was often at a loss for words but not like this. He couldn't believe how convincing one word had been... It simply melted him in a way he never expected from a teammate that he had adventured with for so long.

Honestly she could have just done it... But she still asked. That has to mean something, doesn't it?  Grom sighed extra loud, "Okay fine. Let me scoop this one up and I'll... Hang on to the front of your dress I guess..." Hoisting Jax up with a bear hug and readying himself to clutch the purple dress. The rest of him would be secured between these two lovely scoops. Another glance up showed the small soft smile.

It wasn't a smirk, that's for sure... Or perhaps he didn't know. Was she enjoying this? Did she like her newfound power and command? Maybe she just thought it was cute. Girls did like tiny things, right? Getting to the edge of her hand the cleric sat down on the rounded pad ready to slide a bit. With the smallest of tilts for encouragement the two now had a front-row seat in their friend's pushed-together boobs. Too bad one of them wasn't awake to experience it.

"Settled in?" she almost whispered.

"Yeah... We're good to go now," Grom spoke a little too loudly, making far too much eye contact with a refusal to look down. The mage simply giggled and started climbing. Producing plenty of light for his friend to seek out the best wrinkles and subtle folds to grip, he stayed silent for a while.

The large brunette broke it with a question, "So obviously you've had to heal Jax, what actually happened to him?"

"Oh, ah, yeah. His leg was a disaster."

"Literally?! Luckily you were around. With how huge Astrid is, you guys could have easily fallen miles away from each other."

"Yeah... He actually kind of helped me first."

"Really?"

"It was this whole big deal but it doesn't... Everything's fine now. I'm good, he's good and will wake up soon enough."

"That actually reminds me..."

"Oh?" he asked looking up with genuine curiosity.

"Thank you so much for saving me too. I mean, you stopped that thing from messing with me so..." She coughed a sound of disgust. "So anyways, thanks for stopping that thing. I could have been the size of Astrid... Or worse." Grom blushed at the unexpectedly nice compliment.

"Ahhh, well, ya know..." he tried to brush it off.

"I'm serious, I'm very grateful and... I don't know, if there's ever anything specific I can do to help out more, please just ask." With her foot taking a new purchase, the tiny huge mage pulled herself up further. Taking a few moments to think and trying to forget about how cozy and warm his current chariot was, Grom figured now could work.

"Airvin?"

"Yeah?"

"What is your last name?" She slowly came to a stop and looked down at her friend tucked between her breasts.

"This seems like an odd time for that question... Why do you ask?"

"Well... I don't know. I mean I'm asking cuz I don't know... Not because I don't know why I'm asking..." he trailed off. She started climbing again. With a few decently sized bounces the cleric almost lost grip on his luggage.

Awkward silence grew and he almost spoke up again but she finally said, "I'm not proud of where I'm from. Once I was an adult I left and never wanted to look back. Mother never stood up for herself or me, and neither of them wanted to support me in my curiosity to learn more about how magic worked. How could a person not want to know more about magic? How could people be so divided about a thing that occurs in our world and have such wildly different opinions about its uses or applications?"

Grom really wanted to ask some clarifying questions but figured it was best to let this waterfall flow. "Just like, that I'm thinking about those two and I'm getting furious again. Wasted energy. I always wished my mother had the kind of strength and courage I seek out. My dirtbag dad was kind enough, likable even. But was unfaithful like it was some kind of sick game. He would have poor excuses and always bought back my mother's forgiveness with gifts. Flowers, candies, fancy clothes... Even a ridiculous number of horses. Like he was trying to figure out if there was a limit to how much forgiveness he could buy from her. And watching her accept all that bribery made me hate her more than the cheating bastard himself."

She wiped her eye, "That's messed up, believe me, I know. As I got older I told them I was going to become a mage. I might as well told them I was going to join a cult. Suckface didn't see a point to it and Mom was worried that magic was some kind of wild force. That if you tried to tame it, would only lead to disaster. That it only came from dark and probably evil sources. Sad thing is she was kind of right..." Grom raised a brow and pulled on his friend who was slipping again.

Airvin climbed quietly for a moment but continued, "So that's why I don't have the last name. I reject it, and I reject my lineage. Who I am will be based on what I accomplish, not who I'm related to."

He whispered, "I never knew." The giantess had reached the rounding top of the belly button. A vertical climb turned much more horizontal. Excitedly, Airvin quickly tried to finish the voyage. However, her chest didn't sit the same way in this position for her passengers. That cradling embrace disappeared when those hills started to hang. The tiny cleric didn't realize how slippery the environment got from her workout. Just enough sweat to make keeping a one-armed grip on her dress impossible.

He slipped.

That all too familiar sensation. Curse you gravity. Clinging to his unconscious friend with all his might, Grom slid against the huge woman's bosom. This slide nothing like the previous disaster, for just as quickly as it began, the descent slowed into a rest. Flat against the soft slick skin, the subtle trace of sweat made the cleric damp. Tasting the salt on his lips, Grom spit a couple of times. Motionless, he felt the warmth against his front and the pillowy padding of a bra behind him. Eyes stinging from the ocean spray he just endured, the healer let go of Jax and rubbed his eyes, suddenly feeling mortified that his elbows just brushed against the skin he was pressed against.

"Ah shit," Airvin whispered as the glowing man fell in between her cleavage. The giantess couldn't help but gasp at the tickling sensation of the men's short trip. Finally out of the crater, she stood tall and peeked down looking for them. She hunched over and easily found that faint glow muted by fabric. Hunching forward and awkwardly reaching down her shirt, other hand pinched her dress and undergarment at the same time and pulled it away from herself.

Just as Grom removed his hands and opened those blinking eyes... The most majestic and perfect set of circles... So brilliant and poised... Vibrant and rosy... The only thing that captured his attention until the shaking that followed. Like trying to free grains of rice that had missed a mouth and taken a similar path, Airvin rolled the men into her large cupped fingers a little more frantically than she meant to.

Grom landed hard on his back, getting a breath just in time for Jax to land on top of him and take it away. Pushing his friend aside for a more comfortable position the stunned man simply stared up at the dark cloth ceiling above.

The mage tried to play cool continuing their long journey sheepishly saying, "Ummm... Sorry about that..." She was glad the tiny didn't try to look at her because she had turned as red as a freshly baked cherry pie. Step after step however she grew concerned that the tumble had hurt the little healer. "A-are you okay G-Grom?" He lifted a thumbs up, still splattered across the finger. The adventure continued in silence for a while longer. The massive small woman taking care not to move too fast with her precious cargo. Finally cultivating enough composure to sit up with his legs crossed, the man of the hour looked directly ahead unable to face his teammate.

"So... Like..." she started.

"We don't ever have to talk about this if that's quite all right. Ya know, if that works for you," he spoke rather fast.

"Yeah... Perhaps... Yeah, that'll work." She didn't know what else to say. He tried hopelessly to think about anything else... But failed. The silence as the tiny giantess strolled so oppressive like a great weight on shoulders. After many more moments, Grom couldn't handle the quiet constriction.

"So... Ummm... You ran away from home. I guess... Well the next question is what happened next?"

"Oh! Well I was far too young to be on my own honestly. Really it was foolish for me to wander about with such a crazy goal in mind. Learn everything I could about magic and become the best at it. I sought out schools and scholars... Absolutely anybody who would give me what they knew about the subject. Over many years I came to realize one thing.”

"Yeah? What would that be?"

"Well everybody knows a lot less than they think they do. Sure many people were helpful. Plenty of teachers or excellent mages in certain arts. But the thing was, it didn't take me very long to gather all the knowledge I could from individual after individual. You see, at a certain point they start repeating themselves and they don't even know it. So I would move on to the next person who had knowledge, and was willing to share, of course, learn all I could and repeat." Her voice carried a certain sadness to it, like some kind of defeat about those adventures.

"And the research you often did?" the cleric asked.

"Yeah that was normally mixed in between mentors. And how I ran into you guys as you know." Grom's mind was flooded with distrust. That sinister hissing repeating 'Well of lies,' made him feel uneasy. The first part of her story seemed true enough. What reason would she have to fabricate a story that was incredibly somber, let alone speak so ill of the people who had raised you. The last part of the story... Wasn't true. Obviously she didn't recognize it but it didn't hold the same sort of passion or details which gave her away. His heart hurt knowing that his friend couldn't trust him with whatever she really had endured. Or as the idol said... Who she really was.

Exiting the darkness, the group once again found themselves in that canyon of cleavage. The thin air crisp and refreshing as it still held a tiny bit of the massive woman's perfume. The trek which had been easier on the way down, became more arduous due to the angle up. The valley wasn't steep but certainly hindered Airvin's pace. It took twice the time to get back up, due to the giga's posture. Gradually gaining ground towards Astrid's face they noticed her attention was held elsewhere. Looking off into the distance the giga didn't acknowledge the other giantess trying to be graceful as she climbed higher.

"What in the realms do you suppose she's looking at?" the mage asked while continuing up the peach-colored incline.

"I'm not sure but I am worried that she doesn't notice you."

"Is it just me... Or does she look angry?"

"That's definitely a bit of a scowl she's wearing." Airvin increased her pace, hoping to move past these beautiful obstructions and get a glimpse at whatever potentially held the thief's disdain. Both of them noticed her absolutely titanic shoulder and then arm was outstretched somewhere far, far away. With tremendous puzzlement, they continued forward until Airvin broke past the mountain of lovely skin to get a glance at whatever was so interesting.

Both of them were bathed in panic at what they witnessed. The mage amplified her voice magically,

"Astrid! No!"