From the top of the left breast, he stared at the view around him. The whole landscape around him was her nude tanned body. Her hard nipple resembled him a medieval tower, two fortresses, each one settled in the summits of two twin mountains. He was standing right upon her nipple hole. A hiding place big enough for him to fit in.

Then, he started to make his way down over the wall of skin of the breast, sliding down, and fall sat at the base of the breast, right in the valley of the cleavage.

As he stood up and started to walk over the plain of the belly he felt the slow up and down swaying movements of her breath, and the explosion booming sound of her heart underneath. He hardly tried to keep his balance on his long walk. It was like to be upon waves in a sea storm. He spent more then five minutes to cross the belly.

He look back, stared her face behind the mountains, like a sunset, her gleaming dark eyes staring back at him.

She was watching him all the time. Omnipresent, Omniscient! Like God!

Yes, she was watching him. Lied on the couch, even bigger then her whole mass, in a living room so vast that would be hard to identify as an indoors environment. The apartment was a whole universe. Inhabited not only by Her, but by other girls, each one as big as this one, Each one of this goddesses, these beautiful young women was a whole world that he usually already visited and explored sometimes.

She had her backs and head rested on a big cushion. Completely naked. Maybe lusted. Maybe just entertained, mocking on observing him.

He was still visible for her at his current size  - about two millimeters tall, less then 1/12 of an inch, maybe a little smaller - impossible for her to measure with precision. For her he was just as tiny as the tip of a pin.

And all the time he felt her omniscient look watching him. With an abrupt move she  shock her mountain-range size body and he tumbled, rolled down over her belly, and felt into the deep pit of her belly button. Her giggles echoed over him like thunders of a distant storm.

Surely she did it on purpose. A cheerful, playfully, yet all-mighty She-God?!

He spent some time to get out of her navel, crawling slowly. Then he stood up, proceeding his way.

Some more minutes and finally he reached the jungle,  her pubic hairs, each of it twisted and curly curving upon him, some more then 300ft high, as thick as tree trunks. He got into her hairs and got lost. He no longer could know the way out.

The mountain woman felt tickles and then giggled again, and her body shock again, A sudden earthquake! For her was fun, for him was a cataclysm.

Surely he feared her as well as the others, the goddesses, the girls, now all of them are monsters, beautiful monsters, behemoths, leviathans, giantesses, at the same time he felt a weird desire for all them.

He went on, exploring her topology. Then, moving among her hairs he found a ravine. A long and narrow, look like a dry river, not so dry. Then he felt an earthquake, she was shaking again, more intensely, feeling his tiny presence over her womanhood.

Then two enormous fingers, as big as buildings, landed before him, and the fissure was opened in a canyon. He gazed at a wide and deep pink cave down there. As big as volcano main crate, he would fall there and disappear inside her depths. There was a strong musky odor emanating all around him. And the pink walls were completely wet.

"Don't you want to get in, my tiny explorer?"

Her voice echoed all around, like the voice of God, in those Bible stories. But still a female voice, of a female-God. All mighty as the biblical god, but lusty and beautiful as a pagan goddesses.

Then another enormous finger descend into the cave, stroking it several times, like a pile driver, everything around start to shake, he felt her massive body swaying up and down, he hold tight to one of the tree trunk thick hairs, As the earthquake continued. He heard her moans like a storm. He never been so frighten before in his life. A cataclysm around him!
Then, everything stopped. The enormous finger got out of her pussy and came directly toward him. Completely covered with a thick layer of her musky juices. Then the finger touch him, and he immediately glued on her fingertip, soaked on her sticky juices.
Feeling the crackles of her fingertip, he look up to see the tip of her enormous fingernail was like a roof above his head. He felt being lifted in an amazing speed in a vertiginous journey.
He found himself before her enormous eye, as big as a movie theater screen, gazing directly to him. It was big as a lake, he saw his own reflex glued on her fingertip on dark iris surface. He saw her enormous eyelids moving as she blinked at least twice.

Then the eye started to move up, he understood that was he, still glued to her fingertip who was moving down, with her hand, he past her nose, with the wide caves where wind blew in and out, and could had dragged him. The finger stopped when was, scary as never, before her gigantic lips, soft, pink, resembling to him a coupling of whales in a mating ritual. The humungous lips opened, coming closer, the white wall of her teeth visible, also opened, the tip of her tongue, the huge tip of her huge tongue. And soon, for some seconds, he was in completely darkness, and completely engulfed in a thick substance as her wet finger from sex juices has mixed with her saliva. She sucked her finger, and he was transferred, from the tip of her finger to the tip of her tongue.

And the tongue, as a huge whale, played with him in her lips. Passing him all around the huge wet lips. Was this the end? Will she swallow him? Into a final journey down into her throat? A journey with no return.

That when a torrent of her thick saliva became more intense, like a flood rising from her mouth, and suddenly he lost contact with her lips, he understood that he was upside down, and in freefall, she felt some surface beneath him again, soft, he took a step and emerged, still engulfed to the waist into a pound a saliva. The scenario around were folded and cracked, and he understood that she split him out, in the palm of her soft hand.

Still alive, to be played with by goddesses in another day.