Sarah's Find - Chapter 30

You quickly start hurrying across acres of massive women's underwear to head towards the sides of the laundry basket. There were wide oval ventilation holes on either side of the plastic basket that you could escape through...if you could get to them before one of the massive hands snatched you up. If you were thrown into the washing machine, that would be it. There would be no hope of escaping the whirlpool of soapy water and giant clothes without drowning.

There were a wide variety of panties and bras all around you. Sports bras, sexy lingerie, practical cotton panties, push up bras, bathing suits, tub tops...all of these in all directions. You dug your fingers into the varying fabric of all of them, scaling over damp, musty silk and cotton. At one point, as you were crawling through the leg holes of a fancy pair of red panties, you suddenly found yourself flying through the air as the massive mother grabbed another wad of clothes. A loose thread had wrapped around your leg. You tore your hands at it, somehow managing to free yourself, sending you into a dive back into the basket, bouncing off the immense soft pillow of a large bra that had to be an E cup at least. You glance up to see where the woman is reaching next. She is standing straight over the basket. Both of her hands seem to be reach around towards her rear. You can't see what she's doing, nor can you even see where she's looking. The enormous swell of her breasts completely block her head.

You take advantage of the break in action and scramble for the oval holes and leap through them onto the cold tile floor of the laundry room. There is no way of knowing just how far you are from Sarah's bedroom, but you're positive you've been carried downstairs. After all, you've never seen a laundry room on the second story of a house before. You need to get back to Sarah's room, you can't get trapped in this room. Immediately, you start making a beeline for the massive mother's barefeet right before you. Now that she is aware of the existence of tiny unfortunates such as yourself, you can only hope that she won't try and squish you upon sighting you. But it might be safer to not take that risk. A lone sock lays on the floor aside her feet and you quickly scale it in order to jump onto the big toe of the immense mom's left foot. You across the nail towards toe knuckle, where small hairs are growing. They are so fine that they'd probably be invisible to the naked eye at your normal size, but they will serve you perfectly now. You'll need something to hold on to. You wrap one hair tightly around yourself and grab onto the other one.

The woman remains still for a moment, only the magnified sound of rustling clothes is heard up above. You look up to try and see what she is doing, but your view is even worse now. All you can see are her towering legs and the underneaths of her skirt, her pure white cotton panties giving a soft sheen in the glow of the light reflected off the tile floors. You try to remain as motionless as possible so she doesn't feel your tiny body scampering around her skin.

Then, the foot begins to move. Only slightly at first, as the woman bends to grab the last remaining balls of clothes out from the basket and turns to drop them into the washing machine. After a few minutes, you hear a deafening clunk of the metal lid of the machine shutting and then a din of watery sound as it begins to fill.

You only hear the sounds for a moment before the mother begins to walk.

It's like one of those roller coasters that go from sitting still to fifty or sixty miles an hour in mere seconds. Only worse. You feel as if you're in one of those machines that astronauts ride in to train for the force of a rocket taking off. The foot swings forward with you on it, making you feel like you're riding a fighter jet while sitting on top of it instead of in the cockpit. The hair you tied around yourself keeps you in place, but 9G force you're experiencing dulls your senses and makes you feel sick to your stomach. It isn't long before darkness takes your vision.

When you awake, you're in another bedroom. You can tell from the massive dresser and standing mirror across from you. But it isn't Sarah's bedroom. It is, of course, her mother's, the very woman whose foot you are still tied to. With your brain still foggy and your stomach still feeling ill, you groggily look up just in time to see the woman's hands pulling her black skirt down. When it reaches her ankle, her foot moves again and you are experiencing more Gs of force which immediately send you back into the dark depths of unconsciousness. You're only out for a few seconds, though. This time, you wearily turn your head towards the giant mirror, where you see a towering reflection of the mother from a distance. She is pulling her striped tank top off and now she stands before as naked as the day she was born. The sight of them pulls your mind back into focus. You feel a faint hint of sexual arousal, but your body and mind are too tired to fully commit to it. Even your base, primal urges are becoming far too abused. But at least your mind is clearing up.

Then, her foot begins to raise again.

The ascension is slow this time and you see her reflection balancing. The foot begins to angle downward...