None of the aformentioned destinations came close to his desired prize. Not her titanic face, not her mountainous breasts, not even her now endless legs. No, the place that was making him throb was set squarely in his sights, even as he was still miles away. Below her flat stomach, between those glistening thighs, there was a titanic canyon of pinkish skin. It was her god-like vagina. Even from this high-up, he could make out the outline of her outer lips, the gaping abyss in between them, and the trimmed bush sitting neatly above it. Mineta couldn't contain himself for much longer. He had to touch her, and he had to do it now!
He fell closer. He couldn't see her entire body anymore. First, her far-away feet and head left his field of view. Closer.
Her expansive thighs and chest were next. Closer.
Her breasts were now rising in height, becoming mountains, while her face became obstructed by the underside of her chin. Slowly, the rolling fields of naked skin stretched everwhere he looked. Even if, by some sudden miracle, he no longer wanted to intrude on her privacy, that wasn't possible anymore. Everywhere he looked, he was surrounded by the body of the girl. Jirou Kyoka, his new world, was all around him.
As the distance between him and his target kept shrinking, now at a very rapid pace, his perspective was starting to change. First, the sounds. He could no longer make out the idle chit-chat of the other girls, or the splashing sounds of the surrounding waters. Despite being closer to her lower side, the sound of her blood rushing through her veins now dominated his senses. The rhytmic tu-tu, tu-tu, tu-tu of her heartbeat surrounded him, and despite being deafening, it had a certain serenity to it. Falling asleep to the sound of a girl's heartbeat, who's said heart could probably provide housing for a small town, did not sound that bad.
Then came the smell. He could smell her. All of her. The faintest stench of the sweat-droplets, which he could see were sprinkled along the fields of her skin. The aroma of her deodorant, which he could still faintly make out, despite the water's dampening effect. But the most promiment was her smell. The smell eminating from between the her legs. The heavy, feminime odor of her sex. It kept hitting him in waves, the closer and closer he got. He was pretty sure the shrinking must have amplified his senses, because if girls around him had this kind of aura constantly, he wouldn't be able to function.
And Jirou's aura was having it's effect. The heavy, pheromone-filled air was making him loose all the remaining self-control he had. If all of this was making him go nuts, he couldn't imagine the sensation when he was finally on her.
And he wouldn't have to imagine for long. His descent was reaching it's zenith, the girls gigantic crotch was sprawling in front of him, filling his entire field of view like an orgasmic gateway. Though, truth be told, Mineta wasn't really there anymore. Mineta Minoru, for a lack of a better word, was in heaven.
In a span of 30 minutes, he went from trying to sneak a short peek at his female classmates nude bodies, to skydiving towards a Grand Canyon-sized cunt, belonging to one of the said classmates. Such a rapid change of scenery utterly engulfed the young deviant's mind, overwhelming him with the sounds, smells, and all the other sensations that came from flying towards gigantic, female genitalia.
But after a few moments, Mineta, through the erotic mist, finally spotted his landing zone.
"Wait, i-is that her....OH! OH SHIIIIIIIIIIII-"
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