It's a fair drop down to Taylor's bed, but its soft surface should be safe enough for a person of your stature to safely land on. Checking that your possessions are all secured, you take several steps backward. The trick will be to not look down...
A run and a jump. It's simple, and it seems to you that you hang in the air for a long few seconds. You can't help but imagine yourself as the star of an action movie trailer in that time, arms pedalling in the air, the thrilling freedom of having nothing to weigh you down...
The fall is quick, and you roll as you impact on the thick, flower-patterned duvet. Your pack is still shut tight, nothing was dropped! A moment of cheering in celebration is allowed. What a rush! It's not just about survival, it's the incredible experiences that no one else will ever go through! If you'd tried a stunt like that at regular size, you'd have been splattered. Being the size of a bug brings with it a certain resilience to the gravity that so oppresses most of humanity.
Well, there's nothing of interest on this featureless, lumpy landscape, so you waste no time in working on the next step of getting to the floor. It's quite a trek across the uneven surface, and you're still half a dozen inches from the edge of the bed as a series of thundering booms announce Taylor's return.
She strides into her room, chattering away on the phone clamped to the side of face tightly.
"No, there's no sign of anyone here! But the beer didn't open itself, mom! I'm scared, and I don't know what to do. I feel like there could be someone watching me right now..."
Oh, how right you are, you smile, crossing your arms to take in her beauty again. But that moment of cockiness will cost you: you whistle at the widescreen view of her ass when she turns around, but as she collapses down onto the bed you fear that you're going to be crushed beneath it!
Yes, bugs can fall far without injury. But when a bigger creature gets all up in their face, they're going to be the loser every time. Taylor's considerable body presses down half the bed surface, the spring creaking in protest under her weight. You're not directly beneath her, but well within the area of the giantess' influence, and when the bed springs under her, you are catapulted upward.
You don't go flying very far, but as before it all happens in slow motion, Taylor spread out beneath you like a landscape. You look down, and quail as the giantess gets even larger as you fall toward her. Fingers crossed, she should be as soft as her duvet was, and you'll make such a tiny impact that she won't notice!
Breath is kicked out of your lungs, and you can hear straps on your bag breaking as you impact heavily. You can't waste time scrabbling to see what you've lost while cradling your own head for injuries. Your vision blurs, but you seem to have landed on the girl's shorts. Time to get off here and onto the bed, unless you want to spend precious time searching for the even more precious supplies that could be scattered in the creases of her clothes.
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