As you ponder what you should do with your time, your eyes wander towards your mother's midsection and right then an idea popped into your head. You grinned to yourself and started running towards one of your mother's hairs that had fallen on the sheets in front of you.
You were now so small that the hairs were like hemp ropes that are used to tie ships to the dock down by the pier. You grabbed on and started climbing and slowly you made your way up towards the top of her head. As you climbed up, the only thing you could see was the immense flesh wall of your mother, her sleeping face was captivating, but this was no time to think about that. You had to reach your goal.
You quickly made your way to the top of her head and towards her waist. Since she was lying on her stomach, that would be her ass. In front of you were two mountains bigger than anything you had ever seen before, you were convinced that each butt cheek was bigger than Mt. Everest.
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