Grabbing onto the well toned stomach of your ex proved to be a bit harder than you anticipated. You could barely get hand holds and prayed to any god you could that you wouldn't fall back down. Of course, from your new found perspective, Rachel was now a goddess to you, and you couldnt help but think that she might be the one you should be praying too.
You kept onward, trying not to use too much energy in case you needed it. Every so often you'd look up, trying to see her face but her now enormous breasts blocked that view. But you weren't complaining, you were secretly hoping to get a closer look anyways.
You eventually got to her belly button, half tempted to go inside and rest. Just getting here was tiring you out, but you weren't even halfway there. Why did she have to wear a belly shirt tonight, of all nights? As you were lost in thought, a shadow was cast upon you, and coming closer. You look behind you to see fingers the size of tree trunks coming closer to you, threatening to wipe you away.
They came down on you, each nail almost thicker than you were tall, and you had no other choice. You jumped for them, grabbing onto the flesh of Rachel's giant finger print, the edges of which proved to be enough to hold on to. Soon enough, she stopped scratching where you were and you were pulled away from her stomach, but where were you going?
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