Chapter 9

Did you know that a common form of nightmare, when you care about an object and imbue it with great value – be it your phone, your wallet, or what have you – is that you actually can’t seem to find it anywhere you search? Usually, it happens in a normal place, such as your house, your bag… Perhaps it’ll be at the office or, for the most adventurous among us, our mistress’ home or a park, or what have you. Well, I got to live such a nightmare in real life, but in the most insane of place, my girlfriend’s digestive track – thankfully, I was supposed to find it at the first stop – and I did!

“I got it!” I yelled to her, to make sure she was relieved.

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This little adventure had left me exhausted – and Celia very, very horny. I spent a whole hour lying on the nightstand by her bed while she fucked herself senseless. And I can tell you it is quite the spectacle! A living mountain of flesh shuddering, moaning and huffing as she played with toys so large I was but a speck even to them! I guess I could have suffered a blow in my virility, if the simple fact that she constantly whispered or screamed my name, and only my name, hadn’t buffeted me with such pride that I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot the whole time!

But I obviously didn’t stay there doing nothing. I didn’t move much, because I felt so damn tired that I could feel myself drifting to sleep – but resisted this urge. I was far too busy contemplating the little things in life I had always taken for granted. Exploring one’s insides the way I did made me realize how beautiful our world is, you know? The rays of the sun falling from Celia’s immense windows, the way it played with particles of dust and everything… Truly, I found it mesmerizing, and I couldn’t help but notice how the constant drawings changed naturally – especially when she yelled.

I’m almost certain that only a select few have ever been privy enough with a Gigantic to notice it. When they talk to you, even with the implant, you can feel the way their words shake you to your core. But if they scream and moan as loudly as Celia did back then, and that there is a suitable element in the air – in this case, dust as is natural in all houses – you can literally see their words tracing ephemeral artwork in it, each mono-syllable leading to a unique form being drawn, all by the sheer volume and depth of her voice; each incredible.

“I’m so glad you’d have me here…” I whispered, and I doubted she would hear me – how could she when she was lost in the throes of passion? And yet, she did.

“I’m the one who’s glad!” she half whispered, half moaned as she slowed down her ministration, if only one bit. “I’m so glad you like to be with me…”

She couldn’t continue as her pace increased. It was truly a sight to behold, I’m sure you’d agree with me if you could. A woman, taller than any skyscraper man had ever built, pleasing herself with a toy big enough to dwarf a Giant. And they reach around 50 meters, as you know! Imagine how arousing it was. I was spent and yet I felt the need to touch myself – and so I did. I removed the few clothes I still had and started to pump myself, adding my rasping breath to the chorus that her own efforts produced, so loud that I barely heard myself.

“Hum… don’t you want to be on top of me babe” she whispered. “Don’t you want to explore me?”

Her voice was soft and enticing and it made me all the more aroused. I didn’t answer immediately, I needed to release a little steam – and cum. So, well, I did it. I worked my hand on my shaft and closed my eyes, trying to imagine that it was her fingers around my dick, and that I was inside of her. Perhaps it’s strange, I mean her size makes me lust after her quite a lot. But from time to time, I loved the idea of being with Celia at the same size, and I touch myself to dream about it. And, as always, I didn’t last long and came roaring.

“Holy shit…” I gasped, and then I answered it. “I’d love it, babe. I’d love to get lost in your bush… To explore you in ways no Gigantic can ever hope to do, to touch you down there like nobody ever did… and then, afterwards… perhaps we could use your other toy, the one in my closet…”

“Oh, I’d love it… I wasn’t sure you’d want to try it on… it’s kind of special” she moaned. “I’ll finish it up quickly and we could…”

“No” I interrupted her, softly but firmly. “I want to start on your nipple and then get down toward your pussy while you touch yourself, Celia. I want you to know I’m travelling toward your love cave while you’re pleasing yourself, thinking about me…”

She howled as she came. I felt a little sad about it, because I really wanted to go and be close to her when she did, no matter the danger. But she didn’t remove her toy. She let it firmly inside of her as her hips bucked and she screamed, again and again, so loudly that I winced, as my whole body was bathed by the power of her voice. Shit, I really want to experience it on her, I thought, as I let my hand descend on my dick again, but I had barely started to touch myself when she suddenly extended her left hand and I understood she’d try to pick me up – which was as terrifying as ever, especially because I could see her fingers shaking.

“Please, don’t move sweetie” she whispered. “I’ll be careful, really” she continued as her fingers closed on me and lifted me from the ground, making me feel both terrified and impressed by her power over me!

But of course, I was perfectly safe, as always. It could have made me question the very point of the pendant, but in truth this one is rather self-evident. Still, I can confirm, even today when she had done so hundreds of times that being lifted from the ground this way is really unnerving. Not in the same way that the pocket gravity of the home in the pendant, of course, but perhaps in a more “natural”, primal way. Mankind had largely forgotten how it feels to be preyed upon but I suspect that in our reptilian brain, this fear still lies dormant.

However, no matter what this primeval part of me could have wanted, Celia didn’t gave it the time to react. In seconds, I was dropped next to her enormous nipple, on the mountain of flesh that was her left breast. It’s truly a sight to behold. In themselves, her breasts are already incredibly vast. They are way taller than a Giant and their weight is mind-blowing – not that I ever asked her something like that, I just made my deductions based on simple comparisons between her and Normal girls – thanks to some memes, old and knew, who love to compared the weight of woman’s attributes with other stuff.

Ahem, anyway… As I was saying, her breasts are a marvel onto themselves, but it’s more than just that. They don’t exist in a vacuum and it’s possibly the most incredible spectacle ever that you can dream of when you’re on top of it. For starter, picture a dark brown nipple, easily dwarfing you. Fully erect, that thing is at least twice my size, or perhaps thrice, I’ve never put a ruler on it… It’s the crown on top of a wobbling mass, one which can be used in many ways. You already know that it’s possible for me to nipple fuck my girlfriend thanks to our size difference, but if you climb it, you’re on the perfect spot to look at her prone figure.

That day, if you turned the right way you had her beautiful face, presently contorted in both the funniest and sexiest way by her arousal. Her long blond hair, which contrasted so vividly with her dark skin, formed a vast areola around her face, framing it in a way that no composer could have ever created. The rays of the sun on it seemed to ignite a pale golden fire, which made it hard to look at it for too long. But the view was just as spectacular if you turned to look away from this divine face and the pleasure it experienced.

Far away, in the distance, you could see her knees forming incredible twin peaks, seconds before they disappeared so that, even farther afield, you could see her feet extending, her toes curling, as her lust and carnal pleasures made this whole Gigantic body shiver and that moans escaped the lips in your back. And it was impossible to miss the source of all of it. The long arms which snaked over the side of the tits, over the taunt and flat stomach, and ended in hands which firmly gripped a toy so tall that it could have been classified as a weapon, which head disappeared in a dense jungle of black pubic hair…

As you may guess, it didn’t mean that seeing all of this was easy. Even when I have done that so many times, standing on a large building-sized tit is no small feat. For starter, there is the simple breathing of a Gigantic, which makes the breast heave up and down. At a normal pace, it’s already difficult to remain standing, because it’s kind of like being on a boat at sea during a windy day. Now, imagine that the breathing is quick and ragged, and the boat is in fact lost in a terrible storm, one which can send you tumbling way down…

Obviously – probably because otherwise it wouldn’t be funny – the breathing is in fact the least of your worries when you’re standing atop of mountainous breast. Because it usually mean that its owner is actually experiencing some sort of physical experience more or less related to sex. Just in case you’d be wondering if I’m not exaggerating, I must tell you that I don’t think that Celia ever dropped me next to her nipple when she wasn’t touching herself or otherwise being extremely aroused, to the point that even me walking softy send her toward the edge – sometimes over it even!

So… add tremors. Like, a lot. The tremors due to the arms moving rhythmically to work herself, way down there. The tremors of her body reacting to this stimulation. And of course, the shivers of pleasures. Oh God, those shivers… Those are literal earthquakes, the like of which I have never experienced – and hopefully I’ll never experience those elsewhere, because it’s already quite terrifying when you know nothing can fall from over and that no chasm will open on the ground! But I think I’ve spent enough time describing how I felt, how I feel, on Celia’s tits.

“Okay, I’m going down there babe” I suddenly told her, with more confidence that I truly felt. “Try not to orgasm again before I’m there, okay?”

“I’ll do my beast” she whined, her voice a lot more high pitched than before, sending the dust over her head in a frenzy of ephemerals arabesques. “But be careful please, I don’t want you to break an ankle or something on my skin…”

If you think it’s not a valid concern, think again and look at your skin. You’ll probably notice small scars, the pores, etc. All of this would make really hard for someone 3 or 4 millimeters tall to walk on you unimpeded. But of course, that’s because you’re probably a Normal like me. Gigantics’ skin is way different from ours, I’m pretty sure I already told you that. It’s a lot smoother, and resilient. I don’t think anything short of very powerful weapons or perhaps asteroids could hurt them and draw blood. And of course, my lover had never been shot at or hurt by a stray piece of rock from outer space! She still hasn’t, if you’re wondering.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be extra-careful!” I promised her as I contemplated how best take the first step of this strange and arousing journey.

Which proved to be far more dangerous than I had anticipated. I had expected to slide off the curvature of her breast, really, to reach he torso below. But of course, I couldn’t. For starter, the slope of her tit was not a gentle at all. Not that it dropped like a cliff did, but, as firm as they are, even Celia’s mighty breasts can’t exactly escape gravity? Meaning that, at my size, it was more like a small series of degrees where I was concerned. Which made the descent a lot harder, because I had to be careful – too fast and I risked to start falling helplessly. Too slow and I’d be incredibly tired by the time I’d have reached the “ground” level.

It was an adventure onto itself, because her skin is so smooth, but after almost twenty minutes, I was down, and looking back, all I could see was the wall of her tits, blocking my view of her face. They were so large that they pressed into each other, even on her back, so the canyon of her cleavage seemed extremely narrow, even for a small Normal like myself! With a grim determination, I turned away from those awe-inspiring testament to fertility and feminity and walked over her toned abdomen, feeling the ground move under my feet as she breathed and her muscles shifted gently. Far to the sides, and overhead, her arms formed incredible arcs.

“I can’t see you now” she whined, surprising me – her torso moved a lot more when she talked, and it sent me tumbling on all four. “Where are you Erwan?”

“I’m fine!” I yelled, even if I knew it was useless with the implants we both have. “I just need to walk down on you. It’s a rather long trip you know? Probably more than a hundred and a half meters!”

“Oh… sorry, I’m just really worried because I can’t see where you are and I can barely feel you, if at all, when you walk on me like that…” she replied, clearly contrite. “Please, be careful around my belly-button. If you fall in there, call for my help, don’t try getting out by yourself, okay?”

“I’ll do that then! And I swear that I’ll call for you, if I ever fall into your chasm then!”

“It’s not funny… you could really get hurt if you’re not careful” she grumbled. “And tell when you’ll be near my pubic hair, that I stop moving the toy – or remove it! I don’t want to risk hurting you, okay?”

“I’ll do, I promise! I don’t want to end being hurt either… I wouldn’t be able to please you if I did, after all!”

I joked but in truth I was kind of afraid now. I hadn’t really taken her size and what it entailed for me into account – not really. Not that I didn’t trust Celia – I was fairly certain she felt me a lot more than she let it on and that I was in no real danger with her. But an accident was indeed bound to happen if I wasn’t careful, especially once I’d have reached her pussy. I wanted to play with her clitoris, I wanted to press my whole body on the outer lips of her pussy and bit it, and lick it, and use her dense forest of hairs to travel up and down thanks to them, even if I knew it was extremely dangerous – possibly deadly if something wrong happened…

It’s really easy to cover 150 meters (or even 200) in less than three minutes when you walk fast. But in this very case, I didn’t. I took my time, enjoying this very first time traveling on the body of my lover. It was truly strange. Fundamentally different from the previous trip I had taken in her body and yet equally as alien. Mankind isn’t made to feel like an ant, and yet it was all I could think about as I pushed forward in my trip. It wasn’t Celia who was 500 meters tall. It wasn’t her living in a mountain-sized house, whose roof was covered in ice and snow all year long…

No, it was me who was small, a pathetic little bug crawling helplessly on the body of a Normal woman who was pleasuring herself, her smells washing over my nostrils, so strong that they weren’t so much enticing as able to overwhelm me. The distant glistening of her juices on her pubic hair, on her toy… It looked like a mirage, really. It took a lot of willpower to advance without totally stopping each time she breathed in or out, or when she shifted a little, forcing her muscles to move underneath her skin and fat tissue, like ancient and dormant beast beneath the ice, whose move made it move and made you feel particularly small and weak…

Still, even at the slow pace I had chosen, I soon approached the bellybutton of the Gigantic woman. And yes, it’s really a large depression. I can’t tell if it’s larger – proportionally speaking – than the ones I’ve seen on Normals, but I suspect it is. The Small women I used to fuck –or be used by, more often than not – had some which were clearly larger than they would have been on a Normal, that’s for sure. But Celia’s hadn’t struck me as strange before, or even since, so I think it was closer to “normal”. Perhaps because all Gigantics do the exact same height once adult?

“Okay, I’m near your bellybutton” I told her, to keep her in the know. “I’m passing by at large, so I can avoid falling in it, don’t you worry your wonderful head over it, okay?”

“Okay” she replied, her voice strangely strained. “But please, be sure you’re safe. I… I have something big coming…” she continued, her voice turning more into a whine than anything else.

I hadn’t much time – any at all really – to prepare myself. Her hips bucked and I had just the time to react and let myself fall on all four. I collided with her taunt skin rather harshly and I felt my breath being pushed out of my lung. A tremendous shiver, which dwarfed any I had felt until now, wracked me, even as an incredible scream of pure pleasure escaped the lips of the woman I was walking on, far away and yet so powerful that my ears rang painfully. It was something I had never expected to experiment, and truly, while it was frightening, it was also arousing. That’s why I didn’t even wait for her to totally calm down before I got up and pushed forward.

And finally, I reached the holy ground. The first strands of hair down there, hiding the precious cave of Celia. They were… impressive, to say the least. They were the small ones, and already they dwarfed me considerably. They seemed to be some strange trees, which would have grown twisted and curled because of the wind. Their “bark” was rough looking, scales which probably existed on my own but that I couldn’t see, and which here drew faint outlines, a shade lighter than the rest of her jet black pubic hair, which also contrasted so much with her blond mane…

“Okay, I’m reaching your nether region” I told her, as I let my hands touch the “trees” around me, to try and feel them in a way not unlike one sometimes do in a real forest.

“Okay… Don’t move right now, please” she sighed surprising me, but before I could react, I understood why she asked me that.

Her sex-toy emerged from inside her, “trees” far taller than the own which surrounded me and still clung to it, coated on it because of her juices, which glistened under the sun, like veins of diamonds. I was in awe. I hadn’t truly realized how massive that thing was. It was shaped like a dick, but so big that it took a lot of willpower to not kneel in front of it. As it moved further and further away, I saw some drops falling from it and heard them colliding with either the flesh of my lover or her public hair. Her body odor here was so strong that my head spun a little.

“Bloody hell” I gasped, not even realizing I was speaking aloud. “You’re so damn incredible Celia…”

“I’m just big” she replied, her voice charged with lust and a little bit of embarrassment. “You’re the one who is brave enough to explore me inside and out…”

“Believe me, you’re a lot more than just big, sexy girl” I replied, managing to get my groove back a little – I knew what tall women needed to hear, and for once, it was the truth of his feelings he gave back, instead of just carefully chosen words. “I’ve never met a woman more incredible than you, nor as smart and gentle.”

She didn’t answer verbally, but I knew I had touched her. She shifted beneath me, and far beyond her “forest” I saw her thighs grinding against each other, which made me think that she was probably blushing and a little embarrassed. Which is something that, I think, we can all agree is strange with Gigantics. I’ve met several, and they often downplay their accomplishments, especially their minds and the power it gives them to be so smart that they are basically from another world or dimension entirely. And yet surprisingly humans in many ways.

“Okay, I’m truly going in, babe. Try not to move too much, okay? I want to explore your forest down there for a time. So tell me if you feel the need to move. So that I can grasp myself some hair to not fall!”

She didn’t answer this time, but I heard a loud sound, far into the distance – I think she dropped the toy on the floor, and it made quite the ruckus. But then after, she stood still – as still as a very aroused Gigantic can be, that is. With a deep breath, I started my exploration of her jungle, and soon found myself surrounded in darkness. It was quite surprising, really, but perhaps it shouldn’t have! After all, her bush is quite dense and, at my size, it’s natural that it appears darker in there than elsewhere on her body, I guess.

“Okay, I’m in” I told her, having to navigate around the very large base of her hairs. “So far so good and it smells a lot like you’re really happy to have me down there” I added with a grin and a lot of malice, which made her giggle – and sent me on all four.

“You have no idea! But it’s so frustrating to not feel were you are perfectly!” she complained lightheartedly. “I want to be able to track you down all the time, to make sure you’re safe!”

“Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to do without it!” I chuckled, as I felt the ground changing a little beneath me.

It wasn’t so much that her skin was different – not really. But her juices were a lot more present, coating it, and between her hairs, it was somehow even smoother than elsewhere, which was really surprising. And I knew enough about women’s anatomy to realize I was approaching her fruit. Even if she was 500 meters tall, her bush couldn’t be longer than twenty meters, at most, and I doubt it’s even that large. And while it was certainly awe-inspiring to be in there, to know where I walked… I soon found myself in the middle of it, with her clitoris appearing.

“Do you think you could tilt your hips a little more upward?” I asked her after a moment of hesitation. “I’m approaching your clit and don’t want to fall just yet…”

“Okay, don’t move, and tell me when it’ll be good enough for you” she answered, immediately shifting her posture.

“Yes, that’s perfect!” I shouted when I was satisfied and walked toward the hood of flesh.

How best to describe it? I suspect a lot of you have seen a clitoris before, but if you haven’t, well, it’s basically a spherical part of a woman’s pussy which is extremely sensible and easy to stimulate – and over-stimulate! It has a sort of fleshy hood protecting it most of the time, but it becomes quite apparent when the woman is horny. Judging by Celia’s obvious clit, she was still extremely horny that day. And her clit was roughly my size. Perhaps a little taller, but not by much, really. Meaning that I could go for a full hug of this thing if I wanted to – and so I did, approaching it, and tenderly touching it with my hands, before spreading my arms and hugging it out.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

I hadn’t expected that. Totally, absolutely dumb from me. I should have known better than to think that nothing could happen when I touched her down there. Well, to be frank, I expected something of the like of what she did, but I had clearly misjudged both her sensibility and the force of the reaction it’d produce. Somehow, I hadn’t taken into account our size difference, if you can believe it. Suffice to say that I very, very, quickly slapped myself for this dumbass way of thinking, because I found myself clinging for dear life to her clit, a behavior which obviously only made Celia go all the more crazy – and I don’t think I can blame her for that.

To put it simply, she bucked when I hugged her. But not a little. Not gently. Not in a way which could have made the whole experience remotely enticing – or safe. Her hips shot upward, her whole body tensed, relaxed and tensed again. Thing about it. A whole damn 500 meters tall bombshell bucking because of your small body, and you’re at the precise spot she wants the most to move, because what you’re doing to her is just too much to take in, and you’ll have a vague idea of what turmoil I had found myself, with mostly me to blame for this whole mess.

As a token of truth, I’ll tell you that I didn’t consider it at all, when it happened. I was just furiously trying to survive, even if it meant feeding the vicious cycle of the moves made by hips and an ass large enough to crush two third of a football field with ease. I had to cling to her clitoris, making her scream louder and louder as she probably battled the huge of bringing her hands down on me – either to squish me or to remove me, I wouldn’t have known and I don’t think I’d have been able to do anything about it anyway. Really, it was the wildest rodeo ever, and even today I don’t know where I found the strength to endure it that day.

My arms were starting to hurt but I focused all my will on one very simple thing. To hold. To hold the folds of flesh, no matter how slippery they were. To dug my nails in them if I needed to, to press my whole body flat against the large boulder of her clit. It was also I could think about, back then, and even then I was mortally afraid. I couldn’t hold it forever, it was next to impossible. Even consciousness seemed to fade away as Celia repeatedly bucked her hips, faster and faster, her yells increasing in length and intensity. I was as good as dead already.

“ERWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!” she screamed, so loudly that I swear I heard my implant snapping, as if it was overcame by the sheer volume of this single name… And then she stopped, tensed and I heard her climaxing, her whole body shivering underneath me, before mercifully falling back, prone, on the mattress, allowing me to let go and fall on my back.

We stayed that way for quite some time. How long, I can’t tell you. I was feeling a lot of pain in the joints of my fingers, my wrists, elbows and shoulders. And yet, in spite of everything which had just happened – or perhaps even because of it – I was happy. Happier than ever before. I had made her cum and scream like no one else probably ever had. Me, a mere Normal with a rather low-end job, far from the hopes and dreams I had had when coming to Gigantopia proper… I had made a Gigantic woman, experienced, with three kids, cum, just by hugging her clit.

I know it may seems strange to be proud of something like that. Ideally, when lovers have sex, they should always thrive to induce a great deal of pleasure in each other. In fact, it’s my politic on my other job that the woman be satisfied more and most importantly first. It sets her in a  good mood and it helps me getting by afterward, possibly with a generous tip, or at the very least not battered and bruised – not too much when dealing with some Small women who can be really ravenous. But today, it was totally different.

Celia was of a different magnitude, figuratively and literally. She wasn’t just a MILF. She wasn’t just a woman taller than me, with means larger than my own. She was, for all intent and purpose, someone from another world. A Gigantic! And by now, you have to know what it means! You get it, even if you’ve never met one! And it was my name she screamed when she came so hard… So, you can bet your ass I was grinning so much my cheeks hurt. I was as proud as a virgin boy managing to bring his first lover to orgasm, in spite of his inexperience. Aching arms – the whole body in truce – seemed to be quite cheap a price to pay!

“Sooo… how was it?” I finally asked her, a huge smile on my face, but it quickly faded.

She talked. She answered, I know that. But it seems her screams had indeed fucked up my implant. Because I couldn’t make out the words, at all. She was probably talking normally – perhaps just a little louder than usual, I guess, if she reacted like most people do after sex – but I couldn’t understand her at all. She spoke from over 200 meters away from me, looking at the ceiling, and her words were impossible for me to pick up. It was all a deep, rumbling noise. And it made me hear for the first time Celia’s real tone of voice – real for people too small to endure her own.

How best to describe it? Saying that it’s deep would be like saying that the Mariana Trench is deep. An understatement. I don’t think my ears were able to pick up more than a third of what she said. She spoke at a normal rhythm, but all I heard was a powerful rumble. It wasn’t like thunder at all. If I had to give a comparison, and it’s a dumb one but I really can’t do better… Her real voice is what you’d expect a level 9 earthquake to sound like if it started to talk. It was both terrifying and strangely arousing, because it made her all the more superior, in a way.

“I can’t hear you! Well, I can’t understand what you mean! Do you hear me? Celia?”

Suddenly, I realized the situation I was in. As incredible as an unfiltered Gigantic voice was, it meant that I was in seriously deep shit. If I couldn’t understand what she meant, and she didn’t realized it, she would kill me simply by talking to me. I had read old books about the first years after the Growth of so many peoples and all agreed. To hear a Gigantic speaking was to court death. Organs ruptured, bones were crushed, brains exploded because of their sheer power. And as it turned out to be, I valued my life! I still do, by the way. And yes, astute reader, if I’m writing this, it’s because I survived the whole deal, but quite frankly, it wasn’t that easy…

“Celia! If you can hear me, I’m not moving, I’m lying on the ground near your clitoris! Could you pick me up?”

She talked again, and again I couldn’t understand one word. I couldn’t even pick up her tone. How could I, when her voice was so deep and powerful that it was all but impossible to even link it toward any state of mind. It was simply too different, too alien for me to get even a start on what she had in mind since I couldn’t even pick up the most basic of inflexions. Was she asking me a question? Was she worried that I didn’t answer her – after all, if the implant had fried somehow, perhaps it couldn’t convey my voice to her? Or was it just something her own implant did and my own had no effect on this part of our vocal exchanges?

“If you can hear me, just pick me up, okay? I trust you!”

Yup, I trusted her completely. If she could hear me, she could probably pick me up, put me somewhere safe and then bring the pendant. Once there, I’d be safe, probably even able to talk to her. Then it would just be a matter of her bringing me to the nearest doctor or something. I had never heard of an implant being destroyed, but I was certain that it was something taken into consideration. I just hoped that I would get a sturdier one, even if it meant making one more uncomfortable when activated and needier in term of resources. I was confident I could offset those drawbacks with some more food relatively easily.

But of course, it all rested on Celia. If she had heard me, and just picked me up, I’d be safe. But there was the possibility that she couldn’t hear me, and she’d freak out. She’d probably lie in wait for some time, but sooner or later, she’d move to try and understand what was happening. And then, there would be no telling what would happen of me. A fall to my death, granted only a passing vision of her pussy before I collided with the ground? Squished like a bug between tiny bits of her body fat when she’d shift position? I didn’t like any of those and many other options, but I didn’t know how to prevent it. Then, it hit me.

Her clitoris.

Yes, it was an extremely dangerous proposition, but let’s be honest, I hadn’t had much choice. I needed to make her understand I was still here and able to talk, but not to interact with her. And the best way to do this was to touch her somewhere she’d feel me. I think I could have tried some Morse, if I knew it – but I didn’t. And I’m not sure that she did either – Morse was probably a lot too primitive for Gigantics and their incredible brains. But I could at least make her understand that I was here, and hopefully she’d understood that something was wrong.

I crawled toward the sensible node. I didn’t dare get up, and honestly I didn’t thought I’d be able to get up, anyway. My mind swarmed with many dangers. What would happen if she tried to pick me up without seeing me? How would she even be able to see me, anyway? It was strange that acting made all my fears feel heightened and I almost stopped and let myself wait, willing to just wait and see what she’d do. But I pushed forward after an instant. I couldn’t do that to her, she deserved to know I was okay, even if she couldn’t get me back to safety easily.

“Here we go, buddy” I told myself through greeted teeth. “Nothing can go wrong, I’m sure…”

I wasn’t far from her clit, and so I was almost immediately able to touch it. I didn’t dare hesitate and touched it. It was light and quick, I didn’t dare let my hand stay on her sensible spot. A great shiver wracked her body and I heard her gasp – I’m almost certain she gasped, at least. And then, I did it again, twice, each time after a pause. The reaction was mostly the same by then but perhaps a little subdued. She talked again but I didn’t understood her, of course. Then I heard a ruffling sound over and behind me, even as the light dimmed.

I looked up and found myself divided between fear and relief. Celia’s fingers were slowly rummaging through her dense pubic hairs, approaching me, deliberately prudent, which probably meant that she understood that I was safe but unable to communicate with her. However, she couldn’t see me and it probably meant that she was going at it blind and could potentially hurt me. But just then, they stopped, just high enough for me to touch her if I got up and jumped. Which seemed quite dangerous, but I quickly decided that I couldn’t do anything else anyway, so I did that. I almost fell and tumbled down, but managed to get my balance back. And almost immediately afterwards, her fingers gently closed on me.

And before long, I was indeed back in the pendant, feeling safe and quite happy about it. But I think nothing can compare to the elation I felt when I finally was able to hear Celia’s voice.

“Erwan? Are you okay?” she asked me, her voice heavy with worry.

“Yes babe, I’m fine!” I said, with a barely contained laugh as I spoke. “But I think we ought to get me to someone able to repair my implant!”