Sarah's Find - Chapter 36

After what seemed like a long and arduous journey to travel what was probably a mere ten feet, you arrived at the massive, old and slightly dirty white crocs. The right foot had its heel arched up in the air, exposing the filthy sole underneath. Littered among the sole were dust bunnies, pieces of potato chip, ancient dried out blades of grass, a grimy little sticker that was likely once attached to produce, and a flattened lady bug that had likely been at the wrong place at the wrong time. This titanic young lady had crushed the poor creature and hadn't even noticed; a life extinguished without effort or knowledge. Sarah had gone on with her day and had been none the wiser. How long would the squished pulp of a corpse remain stuck to her sole before the brunette finally (perhaps on a simple whim while bored) decided to examine the bottom of her shoes. In your mind's eye you could see her brow furrowing as she frowned, possibly in disgust, before reaching for something to scrap it off and throwing it in the trash. Then, she simply move on, the incident being dropped from her conscious mind; the memory tossed into the dark depths of the unconscious, where it would live in some neuron deep in her brain and go undisturbed by the bright light of conscious awareness for the rest of her life. That would be the extent of that poor creature's legacy, and it would only be granted it when the brunette eventually discovered its corpse. And that was assuming that the tiny dead thing wouldn't fall off on its own. Perhaps Sarah would wipe her feet on a door mat, scraping the carcass off her soles (perhaps mashing it up more in the process). Then, not even the meaningless privilege of being a forgotten memory in her brain would be bestowed.

Suddenly, the shoe came crashing down with a boom, the force blowing you out of your stupor and onto your back.

You needed to get moving or that lady bug wouldn't be the only dead creature on her sole.

Using a withered blade of grass that snaked out from under her sole, you managed to climb up on top of the croc and scurried over to her ankle. It briefly occurred to you that perhaps you could try and scratch at her skin and hope that she'd feel it and investigate. But you quickly put that thought out of your mind. She had already possibly mistaken you for a bug (you could still see that gnats buzzing around her up above) and you couldn't risk her making that assumption again. If she was anything remotely like her mother, she might pursue you relentlessly and crush your frail body. Or, she would just use her other foot to scratch the tiny itch at her ankle and you'd be squished either way. So, you leaped up and grabbed the hem of her black yoga pants and started yet another ascent.

For a little while, the climb was pretty straightforward. The material and sewing pattern of the yoga pants made climbing it a breeze, as you had thought it would be. It wasn't until you passed her knee that things began to get more tricky. Her fatty thighs jiggled with every minute adjustment of her body. Fortunately, your grip was strong, but the constant wobbling made you feel ill after awhile. Glancing up, you saw the mountain of her big ass looming over you. Multiple little dots buzzed around the generous swell, some occasionally landing on the stuck out rear for a few seconds before taking off to zip around in circles again. A part of you wondered if these gnats had any clue what they were flying around. If they could even begin to comprehend what their situation was. Were they even aware that this massive ass belonged to a titanic being or did they simply think it was just another part of the incredibly large landscape that they flew over every day. If they could muster even a fraction of understanding of their position than they would probably buzz off away from the towering brunette in seconds and leave her undisturbed. After all, there was no defense against her, even when she wasn't actively trying to squish them. If she turned around too fast, the rush of wind would be enough to threaten with falling to the ground where they might get crunched along with the dead lady bug. Hell, another good fart and they might tumble out of the sky just as easily. The thought made you sidle over towards her hip rather than climb over her ass. You didn't want to be caught in the blast zone if her belly started to grumble and gurgle again.

And her stomach was noisy, but only with the busy sounds of digestion as the distant sounds of her crunching and munching away continued. How many chips had she eaten? In the amount of time you'd been out of her mother's purse, she had been scarfing them down at a pretty steady rate. Surely she'd run out soon. But there was always crunch of her bit, the muffled munch of her chewing, the smack of her lips, a wet gulp, and the internal sloshing as the mush made its way to her stomach.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

The deafening roar from above made you flinch so hard that almost every muscle in your body ached from the sudden contractions of clenching. She straightened, pushing off from the counter again. A hand reached down towards the bottom hem of her tank top and slipped its fingers underneath. The fabric was pulled up, revealing the slender hour glass shape of her belly. Her hand slowly and gently began to trace a circle across her soft skin. Deep within, the gurgles continued to echo and rage, but after a few moments of gentle coaxing, they began to quiet like a loyal dog under the direction of its master. The slow circles continued for a moment before the hand released itself, letting the red tank top fall back over the flesh.

Then, the hand suddenly lurched forward and slapped the counter with a massive boom. Again, your whole body clenched with unexpected shock.

The hand drew back and rotated. You couldn't see what was there but you had a pretty good idea. She directed her hand to her side, your side, and pressed her fingers against higher thigh. The fingers dragged themselves up (coming dangerously close to wiping across you) before withdrawing again and planting itself on her upper hip. You saw the mangled corpse of a gnat smeared across one side of her leg. At her size, such a thing certainly wouldn't be visible, but for now you could see the gory extent of its unfortunate demise. It was becoming unsettling just how much empathy you were gaining for creatures you had thoughtlessly crushed yourself for years. Now you were among their ranks. No...no, you weren't. She knew you existed. She cared about you. Had taken you into her home to protect you from the elements. Sure...she had failed, but you couldn't count yourself among the puny insects that humanity strove to rid themselves of for ages. As soon as you got her attention, as soon as she properly saw you for what you were...

“Stupid bugs...” She mumbled under her breath. “...stop...U-URP BUUURP...flying in my face...”

She leaned forward, dropping her heavy boobs back onto the counter. They bumped her dip bowl, making it rattle for a moment. She barely seemed to notice, reaching into the bag. Pretty soon another series of munches filled the air as she filled her mouth.

You climbed the side of her tank top, opting to climb about her boobs than over them. A pleasant odor from her deodorant wafted out from her armpit. The sweet scent of her hair joined it as you began to reach her brunette locks. Occasionally, the smell of onion dip made itself known as you passed over pieces of her hair that had fallen into her bowl. With her hair, you managed to pull yourself onto her shoulder. You were directly under her ear. Just a little bit more and you could get her attention!

The climb had been exhausting, so you take a moment to rest. You watch appear in the distance, rising from out in front of the mountains of flesh like an early morning sunrise before soaring over them. At the same time, her right hand was bring a new chip with a fresh and healthy scoop of dip on it over her chest and towards her hungry and waiting mouth. A dap of dip dribbled off the side of the chip and landed with a soft splat onto her tits, which were yet again littered with specks of crumbs. The gnat managed to soar out of the way of the chip but was blasted by a deep hot exhale from her nose would sent the tiny creature dive bombing into the white goop. Seconds later, the chip was stuffed into the gaping mouth and the teeth tore into it with another massive crunch. Seconds later, a wet gulp and another load was dropped down to her gullet.

Another brave speck soared high above her brow before her lazily staring eyes. They didn't see the speck at first...they were glazed over as she was lost in some thought. But then the persistent pest landed on the tip of her eyelashes, trigger her eye to blink out of reflex. Her vision readjusted onto the teeny annoyance and her brow furrowed again. She watched the speck buzz around before her for a brief moment when her right hand suddenly shot out and snatched it in a fist. Her fingers squeezed and when she opened them, an almost invisible speck of mangled corpse was in her palm. With a puff from her lips, the bug was blown off to the floor, and she reached for another chip.

Just as she was about to dip this one, her body jerked. The movement was sudden and you were almost completely thrown off of her. Fortunately, you managed to hold on. You saw that she had dropped the chip onto the counter and you glanced up to see angry, annoyed eyes scanning the air before you. You followed her gaze (which thankfully was not on you) and saw two more gnats buzzing right in front of her face. The tiny specks circled round and round, first inching towards her eyes and nose before reversing course, sailing over her debris littered cleavage and over towards the bowl, where...

BOOM!

Her hands slammed together in a horribly devastating clap that roared in your ears. Her elbows squeezed her boobs together as she crushed the poor specks. When she brought her hands apart, there was hardly anything there and she quickly brushed off whatever was with a huff. She began to reach for her chip in the bowl but the motion turned into a swat as she shooed curious gnats away from her food.

She gasped in exasperation.

“Oh. My. God!” She pouted, her powerful hands clenching into fists.

Suddenly, she leaned forward. This time you couldn't maintain your grip and you began falling from the strap of her tank top towards her chest. You rolled down the slope of her cleavage, hardly able to see where you were going...