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REFERENCE COMPARATIONS

1mm = 1000 microns   FOR SHE

10 microns = 1 m        FOR US

1mm = 100m              FOR US

1cm = 1 km                FOR US

Hair = 85 microns        FOR SHE

She = ~ 162 km          FOR US

One more day, one more day and there is nothing new under the sun, it all started a couple of years ago when we broke up, a few days later I appeared here, in her apartment ... Over time I discovered that I was not the only one, I would discover this new world, looking for something that would give it meaning, seeking not to lose hope, today I am 19, she too, and a way to distract me is writing, writing, thoughts, stories, as well as notes on the things that I am going throug...

NOTE 1

Touch her, I want to touch her, I have my reasons, but I don't know how to do it without dying, because Gaby is so enormous and we are so fragile, small and insignificant that if you are close enough to her to touch her the most likely you are dead, she is unreachable, inaccessible... Even if she stays still somewhere for a few hours walking towards her is impossible, if for example she lies on the couch for a couple of hours we would have to walk at least a dozen kilometres on the fabric full of infinite abysses, It is well known that that place is a death trap, few have entered it and come out alive, it is also plagued with terrible and enormous monsters, of course, nothing for it, imperceptible in reality, the slightest movement would unbalance everything sending me to the abyss, perhaps her breath would be enough for it, that is why this way is discarded, because most likely I can not get even a little when I am dead ... But what other way is there?, even if I got close, I should be lucky that she had some part of her body uncovered, her legs, her delicious legs... Most likely, she likes to wear shorts or skirts... If she wore stockings it would be crazy to try to go through them... Other garments, impossible mission, would be trapped between the huge fibers spreading everywhere and would end up dissolved in chlorine, why is it so difficult? To think that it is impossible for me and that all this is just to get me closer to touching her with my hands after so long... To think that others without difficulty can do it every day, every day, without the risk of dying... To see her, greet her, talk to her, seeing her as a normal girl, to be able to do something as banal as asking for the time, talk about anything...

I keep thinking about it, in my plan, all the while I cross the white desert flanked and surrounding the huge black stems that rise through the sky in tatters, others like giant cylinders, are seen in all directions and there are so many, I don't see an end to them, a while ago, Gaby, entered with her boyfriend, they talked and everything rumbled, all rumbled and I sought refuge quickly as she sat on the edge of her bed, just above me, after a while her boyfriend took off her clothes and with a rake and cream began to remove hair from her crotch stopping occasionally to kiss her intensely, grabbing her waist, scrubbing her dick in his wet vagina, lucky of him to move her clitoris and make her pant, I used to do it too, now it's more than impossible, for me her clitoris is a landscape in itself, from the sky the cut hairs fell like a sinister rain, I ran in panic that some of them fell on me, and I hid in a small crack while in the background I heard the roar of her pubic hairs falling, until they stopped and I listened to them go away laughing and playing, they are enormous, maybe 5 times my height is the thickness of one of them, the length is much bigger, kilometers perhaps, some only a few hundred meters, I can get nothing out of them, they are extremely rigid, indestructible, a layer of curdled fat is the only thing I can get, does not taste exactly good, but serves to alleviate hunger. I will have to take care of myself when she sweep them later... Then I think here, surrounded by her trimmed pubic hairs, which I can do next, I keep thinking about how to approach her.

NOTE 2

Her bed, it is very difficult and risky to get there, it takes an eternity to climb the metal bars, added to the fact that there is no food in them, and like in the sofa the fibers are deadly traps, with less but even with enough monsters lying in wait, feeding on her dead skin, I used to stay in her bed in winter, because at night the cold is unbearable at ground level, so at night her heat, the heat of her body kept me warm, radiated towards me and prevented me from freezing to death in the coldest nights, ironic, her aroma flooded everything and kept me in a state of permanent excitement, of falling in love, because on my scale her pheromones are more powerful than the most powerful of the aphrodisiacs... All these thoughts only remind me how insignificant and fragile I am, how enormous she is, how divine she has become.

NOTE 3

When I first arrived here, it was difficult for me to walk great distances and orientate myself in what is essentially an infinite desert, with a lunar appearance, I walked a few kilometers and fell down, surrendered without having moved apparently, now it is different, I can easily travel 20 km in half a day, that although on its scale is the length of only one of her feet, it is preferable to not walk at all, it is easier for me to orientate myself, seeing at a distance the enormous objects, going up to the very small imperfections of the floor, which on my scale are like enormous mountains that allow me to see around me, I have learned that on long journeys it is better to travel through the bottom of the cracks than on the floor, because one does not run the risk of being pulverized by her titanic steps. I don't know what luck I have that with much more frequency than I would like I find shadows, being so immense the desert, I find shadows pulverized surprisingly well preserved, black silhouettes on the ground, the remains of poor people who have died in fractions of a second under her immeasurable weight, sometimes they are solitary shadows, of some poor unfortunate person mad with loneliness, sometimes they are groups, with shadows of all sizes, adults, children... Ordered as if they had all run uselessly trying to escape, some with the well marked form, others disfigured, it is something hard to see, to think that in those silhouettes was the life of a person, a complete life lost in nothingness, whose last vision was one of her steps, her titanic ass descending slowly, her brilliant thighs scattering towards them by her weight, all drowned in a cry of terror, and is that in a situation like this is impossible to flee, she is so great that no matter how fast you can run to escape the shadow of her feet, her ass, or any part of her body is a mere joke, if you are under her shadow you are doomed to die, quickly at least.

NOTE 4

I am hidden in a small superficial cave, with my ears covered, because the sound is quite intense, the rhythmic blows make dust fall from the ceiling and everything trembles, Gaby is up, catching, with the vagina depilated just a few days ago, in my eagerness to touch her is a fortune that was not on the sofa waiting for her, as soon as she came in they began to fuck, as time went by she sucked it while he only looked and took her by the hair, then it was the other way around, after a while Gaby got into four with her tits on the sofa, it would have been a pity that I was crushed by those delicious orbs, just as it is a pity that I must risk my life to be near and touch it, just to touch it, without noticing it, while her carefree boyfriend sticks his dick as if nothing, while her ass bounces and sounds, while she gasps and moans like a whore, while she asks for more and more, So much misery on the floor, so many people pulverized in nothingness, dead under their depilated hairs, under her tits on the sofa, drowned and crushed by the semen that drains from her vagina and falls by drops to the floor, under her soft naked ass and thick thighs without her noticing it, while she fucks carefree, as if nothing, as if she were not a goddess to us, the microbes that we live in her shadow, in the cold, some sick, while talking on the phone with her boyfriend, while she smiles and feels alien to those that the last thing they saw was her short letting her panties glimpse slowly descending on them, that incapable of fleeing they could only enjoy the sight for the last instants of their life or run uselessly with tears in their eyes before being disintegrated in nothingness by her titanic weight.

NOTE 5

I stopped for a moment to eat something, something of what little I have left, a little fat of the one that with work scrapes off one of its kilometric hairs... And I drink, drink condensed water, I start to think, in misery, in mine and the misery of others, however I was the first to suffer this situation, if she wanted to get rid of me I don't understand why she didn't pulverize me from day one, I don't understand why she let me live, if this can be called life, of course, maybe she thought I would suffer even more just by leaving me to my fate, I don't know if she was wrong, the truth is that I don't think she has to remind me at all, I am convinced that she believed that I would not get past the first week, that it was impossible to survive, despite everything, these are just meaningless ramblings, because the situation has no remedy, I feel sorry to see the faces of others, of all those who were dragged here for no reason and without warning, hopeless, sad, with sunken eyes, as if wondering "Why?"running, shouting in terror and hiding as the floor trembles and she enters the apartment yawning, dressed in a black skirt and a red blouse, showing her thick legs, her brown skin shining in the sun, then being barefoot and lying on the sofa with the rumbling of her ass stamping her whole weight, looking at her cell phone, resting.

NOTE 6

To think that the enormous monsters that terrorize me and the colonies from time to time are nothing more than dust mites, and that it is usual to see corpses crushed to the thickness of a sheet of paper in the middle of the desert gives me a certain dimension, they are insignificant to her, but not so much as to be vaporized as we are, hundreds die every day under her butt, under her legs, every time she sits on the sofa, every time she lies down on her bed, as if nothing, as if they didn't exist, and yet they are quite bigger than me and seem almost invincible, that gives me a certain dimension of my insignificance, of how risky my next plan is, to approach without dying, and not only that, to approach and touch it, what nobody has done before, nobody from us, if hundreds of these monsters die every day because of Gaby's simple existence, how many more people will suffer the same fate?, The extreme pressure would burst the body at the moment, then vaporizing all the liquids present and carbonizing by the same pressure the solids that were left, that would explain why of those who suffer the terrible destiny to support some of her steps and her enormous weight there is nothing more than a fine shadow pulverized in small grains of black sand of coal, if there is a soul it is likely that the same pressure would dislocate it and integrate it into Gaby's body, which would absorb it and make it part of itself, this would mean that dying under it would mean disappearing completely and forever, as if she were a divine entity.

NOTE 7

I have paused my plans for some time in what I locate provisions, something to eat, if only something from her food fell to the ground, crumbs, something... It is difficult to find something to eat, something more than the dry monotonous scales that abound in the desert after detaching from the soles of her feet with each step and that I have had enough of its salt flavor... It is curious how even though she is the main cause of death and uneasiness is also one of our main means of subsistence... Ironic...

NOTE 8

It was her, she was wearing a skirt, she looked delicious, and even more so because of the way she kissed her boyfriend, slowly, he grabbed her buttocks, he climbed up her skirt letting you see what she was wearing underneath, her pantyhose, in the end she entered and I did nothing but look up, from a cave mouth just in case, her thighs, thick, as rich, huge as titanic columns, her brown skin shining with light, I desire her every time I pay attention to, but I do not lose sight that she is now more than unattainable.

NOTE 9

It is incredible how the human condition is lost in this place and life ceases to be worthwhile and to have a meaningful purpose or end, the things I have seen prove it, some occasion fell from her chest of drawers over a pink rake, and it was the sensation because it was covered with edible fat, so dozens of inhabitants of the nearby colonies crowded in the cracks of the ground came, the metallic and vertical walls were no problem because the grease was sticky, it was even dangerous to get stuck and more than one had been swallowed in parts where the layer reached a couple of meters deep, when she entered the room, naked as a goddess, so divine and prominent, in the leaves there were, At least 200 people, took a seat making the sound of her ass crashing into her bed cross the air like a deep, grave rumble, and took the rake, in the camp everyone shouted as she slowly ran the knives through her crotch, pressing her skin gently, with the first pass it was more than obvious that those 200 had died shattered by the gentle rubbing with her mount of venus, with her outer lips, the hairs fell, and many on their knees, crying, shouting the names of those who were in it desperately, wondering why of all that with tears in their eyes, sobbing, shouting at her to stop, hoping that she would listen, something more than impossible.

NOTE 10

I walk through the desert to one of the cracks, there I plan to stock up, get something to eat and drink, mold, condensed water perhaps, in the distance, on the sofa, she is lying down, listens to classical music, I had a lot without hearing it, although it hurts my ears a little, on my scale it is too strong....

NOTE 11             

There, at the bottom of the crevice after provisioning me and while I was resting a little, they told me about some poor devils who fell in her food because of fate, they couldn't do anything, only some escaped by the same wind that threw them there, and they say that almost everyone was taking advantage, eating for the first time in a lot of something decent, from her food, until the rumbling of her footsteps and a deep "boom" when she sat down silenced them all, I can imagine the terror of seeing her white teeth sticking out behind her lips, smiling at her food, her mouth opening like an endless abyss, her tongue stretching, the confusion after falling into her mouth, everyone trying to stand, swimming in the viscous saliva in the midst of intermittent darkness, stunned by the sound of her teeth crashing, many more being crushed without warning, eaten, Without her even knowing it, those who had come alive to her stomach must have suffered hell in life, who had fallen into some dry portion of her stomach would have seen their airways and lungs burned painfully by acid vapors and their skin melted slowly by the heat of her body and the corrosive environment, I imagine them running, seeking to throw themselves into the acid to end their suffering, more fortunate would have been those who fell directly into her sea of acid, suffering a terrible and swift death, in a matter of a microsecond melted alive by her acids, absorbed, absorbed to form part of her incredible body, of her tits, of her rumbling ass or of her brown and thick legs, if something as insignificant as we can bring something to such an enormous body, what an honour for a bacterium, for such insignificant misery as we are.

DREAM 1

Finally I have arrived, I have achieved it, in the most unexpected way I am a few hundred meters away, her skin, her leg extends towards the sky like an immeasurable wall, she is a goddess, of that there is no doubt, her dimensions are simply inconceivable, her musky aroma fills the atmosphere, I am sure that I am, among all of us, who has been closest to her for so long and without dying, without dying in some stupid way, and I am not even touching her. But I’ll do.

And so I did, I came closer, little by little, fearful, Was it really real? Did I really make it? and advance, the surface was in front of me, I stretched my hand and touched it, it was like a dream, I stretched my arms and touched everything, I felt it, I hit my face as if I was trying to encompass everything, and I let myself fall to my knees, some tears escaped me, after so much, I was touching it again, like an insect, like an insignificant microbe, and I got up, I got up and continued caressing, kissing, kissing as much surface as possible, delirious, maddened by it, crying with happiness, adoring it for several minutes, then I ran, ran to the opposite side, I walked away, maybe a couple of miles, and then she got up, her legs like gigantic walls rose like columns to the sky, she was incredible, I had touched her, I had touched her finally, I had felt the skin of the goddess with my own hands, kissed, and I was still alive, I was not an invisible stain on her soft brown skin... And I woke up, humidified by excitement, something dirty, in a cave, I was awakened by her steps, I had returned, I went out to admire her, she looked incredible, perhaps more unreachable than usual, more divine than usual, I must complete my journey, I must reach her.

NOTE 12

Since the day I discovered that I was not alone I have seen hundreds, I alone, I alone have seen hundreds die in the most humiliating, most inconsequential ways, all those who are trapped between her and her boyfriend while they fuck carefreely for example, tell me what is worthy of it, for many life here is meaningless but the slight glimpses of hope keep everyone walking, Although suicides are common, I have heard rumors of people who have escaped, who have returned to normal... I know it is a lie, are simple stories so that the mood does not fall, yet many of us are aware that this is everything and that it will never change, that this will be forever our life.

She, the goddess, that's what almost everyone calls her, few care or mention her name, she's simple, on our scale she's not a person, she's an immense being, unreal, indifferent to our existence, she looks and acts like a normal girl, but she's not, not from our perspective, here she's not Gaby, here she's a goddess.

NOTE 13

Walking through the "desert" is complicated, hard and exhausting, it is nothing more than the white tiled floor throughout her apartment, being slightly rough offers a lunar appearance, full of valleys and mountains, cliffs and caverns, is not the most comfortable place, is rather sterile, when crossing is necessary to have eyes wide open, a dust mite can be revealed invincible and extremely dangerous, while enormous and terrifying, but the biggest danger, as it is evident, is she, she covers in two steps what it takes me to walk 4 days, everything trembles, it is difficult to stand up, place where she poses her immeasurable weight, place that is devoid of any kind of life, even if she stepped with tennis or sandals and you have the fortune of being between the cracks of the sole the next step would suck you up by miles in the air and the fall, well, I do not think it was very soft ...

NOTE 14

I don't know exactly what it is that I feel when I am reduced to this size, so minuscule, so insignificant, I try not to think much about humiliation, that is, she took away everything I had, she condemned me to live like an insignificant being, like a bacterium, to see her farther and far more radiant and delicious, with her thick legs, her wavy hair, her smooth skin, while I look dirty, ragged, To eat of her dead skin, the fat of her pubic hairs, the giant crumbs that sometimes fall from her food, to see how she is fucked in front of me, how she is happy and indifferent to our suffering as I struggle day by day to survive, not to die crushed by her as many hundreds have already done, ending up as a black stain on the floor, not to freak out in terror as the floor trembles with every step she takes.

NOTE 15

A day more shrunken, after waking up by the tremor and the din of the moment in which her divine feet touched the ground, one more day, so enormous I saw her in the morning while she was naked and the truth I was stunned, she is not thin, she is not fat, she is just in the perfect intermission, perfect to have a few legs, well-turned thighs, well-delineated calves, all finished off by her ass, her enormous buttocks, huge for me, that if I could touch, I would bet they are soft, I wish them, they tremble at every step, I imagined the texture of her skin, unreachable, soft, warm... Her tits hung and wobbled as she put on her clothes, the bra, She went into the bathroom, from the outside we heard the roar of her morning urine, she had breakfast while walking around her apartment, she sent voice notes explaining something about her boyfriend through her sweet voice... Some crumbs fell from her food and clattered with a crash on the floor, were gigantic, and for my good fortune they were a few kilometers from me, the food of the day and the rest of the week was served... She took her bag and left between the serious sounds of each one of her footsteps moving away... I was left thinking, there was not much more to do, there was no one to talk to, it was just me and my mind.

Keep thinking about what had happened, how I ended up here, the beautiful days when she was my girlfriend, when she said she loved me, that she would always be with me, and then I came back, I came back to reality where she thinks I died in her careless footsteps or in some other unimportant way, if she thinks about it... The reality where I am a microbe, with the fear of dying and the hope that someday I will meet again...

NOTE 16

Outside her apartment on one side of the door there is a stone staircase, from there it is possible to go up to the upper floor and down to the bottom, long ago I thought that escaping from the apartment it would be possible to find some kind of help, I was naive and foolish, but I was not the only one, between my notes I found a couple of fragments of the narration of that trip, which began with optimism but ended as a lesson for me, attachment is undesirable because life here is extremely fragile, in a matter of seconds some action of the goddess can cause the death of hundreds, and among them there can be friends, companions ...

FRAGMENT 1

We had already been walking for 2 weeks, 2 weeks walking what she could cover in 4 steps, we were nothing, and she was everything, if Gaby lay down on the floor, it would take us 5 days walking 8 hours a day to walk from her feet to her eyes, but well, we were already on the third step, it was morning, I had a lot that did not see the sun directly, my partner looked optimistic, joked, when we were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and the serious and deep sounds of each step, It was her, I quickly shouted at him to kneel down to avoid falling from the tremor, the floor of the steps was tremendously irregular, so we were on a rocky hill... To my surprise and terror she didn't pass by, she climbed the stairs and sat down a few steps higher, she wore tight cherry trousers and gray socks, texted with her phone and carelessly stretched her big legs, then BOOOM, she dropped her feet hard just on both sides of where we were, the blow left us half deaf and stunned, we were in the space between them, perhaps it was here that my companion truly understood the insignificance, and I remembered her, her feet were so enormous that no end could be seen, they continued upward like a pair of infinite moles that imprisoned us, we were at her mercy, any careless movement would crush us, I turned to see my companion, he was crying and shouting on his knees in absolute terror, Asking why, asking me what to do, I only told them to slowly go down the hill, it was fortunate that she didn't move, when we went down we took refuge in a small crack, and there we waited for her to leave, when everything shook and it was impossible to move, then we went out and a light drizzle began, the drops on our scale fell like deadly meteors, we agreed that it was too risky to continue, and so, we started a tortuous journey back.

FRAGMENT 2

After two weeks of walking through the bottom of the cracks in the floor we were back inside her apartment, tired, exhausted, dirty, we needed water, and then I sent him to fetch water from a small lake a couple of kilometers away while planning the route to follow, actually a couple of centimeters for her, from the small mountain where we were, we saw our companion walking there as a small point in the immense desert, suddenly without warning she left her room and on her way to us, she wore black pants and tight to her thick legs next to some white tennis shoes, I saw her hypnotized, I turned to see towards the lake and I felt the desperation of seeing my companion running, running for his life, his miserable life, and without realizing it I flew away from the impact when one of her feet landed next to us, There was no lake, the pressure of Gaby's passage had made it disappear, and there was no trace of my friend, I searched and searched until at last, with sadness I discovered on the ground a weak black silhouette of fine dust carbonized with the disfigured form, this was all that remained of him, a good guy, with history, dreams and aspirations, a whole life ahead, dead because of her, a simple and careless step by Gaby, it was impossible for her even to notice the speck of dust that under her step had vaporized, perhaps amid shouts of terror, a whole life vanished... It was equally impossible, in a microsecond that poor man was already disintegrated by the immense pressure... And at the bottom she was preparing to leave, alien to all this misery to which she had condemned us, it seems like a dream, a dream that goes from the sublime to the nightmare, she, a normal girl who lives happy and calm, without worries, without fearing for her life at every moment, at every step, omitting those who are shrinking at her feet, those who die as a result of the most insignificant of her actions

NOTE 17

In the colonies the floor trembled, dust fell from the ceiling and people covered their ears and fled from the landslides caused while many were trapped, it was something we were used to, it happened a couple of times a week perhaps, and we knew as soon as we saw that she entered the apartment by the hand of him, was Gaby, as always, only blushing, I didn't do it that way, not with that force, everything trembles and the sweat condenses on the floor, however because of the intensity most people hide until they finish, if it wasn't so and from the sofa they pass to the floor perhaps the last thing you see would be her enormous buttocks and her swollen vagina spilling liquid falling towards you, bad was my luck then because it was in the middle of the desert taking advantage of the view, I saw how she, climbed on his legs, took his cock and pointed at her vagina, slowly came down with a moan and began to move back and forth, I stared, her big buttocks bounced to each bilge and she moaned like a whore, and so they continued to fuck while I wanted her, "Stick it all in," she groaned, the rhythmic applause sounded as her ass shook as she bumped into her boyfriend's pelvis and her hanging tits swayed, she was my ex, now so huge, so unreachable, enjoying in front of my eyes, disheveled and agitated with shiny skin, ZAP!, With a spanking her ass trembled, she rose in all her stature and I hid again for safety, I don't know what would happen next but the screams of pleasure and the dust falling from the ceiling augured a happy ending for Gaby... Not so much for us, dozens lay trapped by the landslides she had caused, dozens more tried desperately to rescue the survivors, and many more were now nothing more than a simple memory of being caught in the middle of sex, crushed, disintegrated, swept away, drowned, that's life in this new world, that's how insignificant we are.

NOTE 18

With time, desperation increases, more in the face of difficult or hopeless situations, which sometimes leads to making unwise decisions. And I know it's hard to imagine, but you just have to think, that here, all people just want one thing, escape, return to their old lives, because here the existence can not be labeled as such, we exist, nothing else.

A couple of days ago, in a large colony that existed near one of the walls of the room, an idea arose among the leaders of the same, an idea that aimed to seek salvation, the return to normal life, or at least that she saw them, with the aim of putting them in a safe place, provide them food, water, protection, as if they were pets and not human beings ... At least considered the possibility of the irreversible state of our situation, arrived at that place just in time to listen to the speech with which the leaders of the colony convinced the population, which was several hundred, basically proposed to form through a large human chain a geometric figure, a square, "So we will be seen and rescued from this difficult situation," said the leader shouting while the crowd nodded hopefully. Then, aware that everything could only be heading towards disaster, I asked to speak with the leader. Surprisingly, they allowed me to do so almost without any problem, I explained to him that it was madness, that I understood his desperation and that the faith and hope of the people was that such a plan would work, but who had to retract his intentions despite the discontent that this would generate, "She will never see them!, we are too small, with 800 people can not form anything that is more visible than a speck of dust, please understand, do not know everything I have seen, only put at risk the whole colony”, I said exalted, but did not attend, nothing, then I got ready to get out of there as soon as possible, before they carried out this madness, I just stopped to drink something and stock up, there a man showed a necklace with a small hanging boat, was full of coal dust, "That's all I have left”, Then I understood, I felt the hopelessness of the people, and I left in the morning thinking about what would happen if they carried out such a plan, which was scheduled for a couple of days later.

NOTE 19

It was even more dangerous because she sometimes sat on the floor, right on the shores where the wall began, right on the places like where that colony was located... I walked away, two days had passed and I hadn't moved more than 40 centimeters away from the place when they had to start with their plan, form a figure all day long, and repeat it as many times as necessary until she saw them, meanwhile I ate, I had found a sweet crumb, it was huge, perhaps it was 20 meters high, so I took advantage of it to vary my food a little..., tasting something with a decent taste when I felt a brief tremor, then another, then an even louder one followed by a deep and grave sound, then there was a silence... The door opened and after the initial flash I managed to delineate her curvilinear silhouette, Gaby had returned, quickly closed the door, I saw her carefully, she was wearing a denim short slightly frayed, it was too short and let her precious legs be seen very well... She looked at her cell phone carelessly, and as she had foreseen, she lay down on the wall next to the colony with her legs open on it, Then she slid down the wall slowly down to the floor until her ass was floating over the place where the colony and all its poor inhabitants were, stopped for a moment and then BOOOOM, dropped, all her weight fell with the roar of an atomic bomb, As I was not far away I felt the blow like an enormous earthquake that threw me to the ground, the air blew with a lot of force and I crawl several meters while the serious sound left me stunned, I lifted my eyes and watched as she stretched their legs slowly until they created a shining wall of skin that extended for kilometers and kilometers, was impressive, meanwhile underneath it there were hundreds of dead, perhaps even more, I seriously doubted that there were any survivors, the impact and the weight were too much for our fragile bodies, yet I undertook the journey there, seeing her sitting, seeing her cell phone and legs uncovered I also thought that it might have been my opportunity to touch her if I had only been closer, however, to have been closer to the moment of impact perhaps would have been synonymous with death.

NOTE 20

When I arrived at the place where the colony used to be I didn't find a mere pile of carbonized dust, and it makes sense, her steps distributes her weight in a smaller area, increasing the pressure to the levels I'm used to seeing, but sitting all its weight is distributed in the area of its two buttocks which makes it impossible for the weight to disintegrate you, instead I found disfigured pastes, dry, compressed to the thickness of a sheet of paper, but still well defined, as if the panic of seeing the goddess descending on them had made them flee uselessly from their titanic buttocks, however these crushed corpses were not constant, there were holes where there was none, as if, somehow, they had been saved, as I went down the rift I found collapsed tunnels, with more death, the colony no longer existed, the impact collapsed everything and buried those who were there, but to my surprise I saw something in the distance, survivors.

TESTIMONY 1

We saw upwards her legs extending towards the sky and getting lost in her clothes, her tits prevented us from seeing her face so it was impossible for her to see us, everyone was in panic, running towards the colony, at the bottom of the crevice, however she was a couple of kilometres from the formation so no one really made it, when we saw her ass slowly descending on us the panic increased, there were cries and supplications, although there were those who simply stopped running and limited themselves to seeing, in complete helplessness, their rumbling buttocks imprisoned by the denim shorts coming down from the sky, slowly adjusting the fabric on their curves, suddenly stopped, remained on us for a few moments, many people stopped running, "Have she seen us?" Some said, while her vagina remarked on the cloth dominated over us. "She saw us!" They shouted, others looked up at the sky completely obstructed by their buttocks in complete admiration, looking at every detail, the tight fabric marking the division between their buttocks, others tried to hide in small unevennesses and pores of the ground, between them, I lay down on a small unevenness and closed my eyes for a few moments, because I was also terrified, I expected everything to end quickly, it was the end, when I opened them like their ass, which before was several kilometers low suddenly, the screams were drowned out by a thunderous sound and an impressive tremor, I was very stunned, however and to my surprise I was still alive, I was trapped in the unevenness without being able to move, and the pressure on me was quite a lot, it was hard to breathe, and in the distance I heard laments and drowned screams, it was obvious that I was not the only survivor, however most of these screams and laments were silenced when she moved slightly, crushing and bursting those who were not completely. When Gaby got up and the darkness vanished I saw dozens of people entangled and stuck to the fibers of her shorts, some were mutilated, some fell crashing violently on the floor, the others screamed in terror and asking for help as they walked away until they were imperceptible, until it was impossible to hear them, they were lost in the fabric molded to her ass...

I don't know how long these people will have survived after that, I shudder to think about it, to imagine it, to be happy, euphoric, waiting for the goddess to observe us and rescue us from the miserable life we lead, infecting me from the fear of the crowd when I feel the first tremors caused by her titanic steps, to see the door open and to observe it there, dominating the whole landscape with her thick legs, her hips, her rumbling ass... To feel the insignificance of my existence when seeing it over me, over all of us, seeing it so enormous, so incredibly enormous, to see my admiration and that of all to break in despair when seeing it slowly descend completely covering the sky, when we saw her round ass and adjusted to the shorts going down darkening everything, the same one that we had seen before bouncing while she was fucking, the same one that shone with the semen on itself draining, the same one that now came down and completely embraced the sky, and then, after a moment of contemplation, to appreciate our pathetic insignificance a roar and the darkness, the screams of terror silenced in a moment, to feel an enormous pressure and my body about to burst, not to be able to breathe well and to hear laments drowned out of pain silenced by the small movements that she made after sitting... I would be frightened but at the same time a little cheerful to go on with life, suddenly and without warning feel torn from the ground and see everything from that incredible height, from the height of her huge buttocks, turn around and see how some unfortunate entangled with me struggle not to let go while others peel away from the fibers and scream in terror as they fall into the void for miles, would fall for minutes to crash violently into the immense desert, continue to be trapped and endure the impact of each of her titanic steps and the trembling of her buttocks with her hip-wagging, stunned and tired, clinging desperately to avoid falling, watching in terror the floor approaching while all those still alive scream and cry in complete crisis, then a roar silencing everything, the darkness, the enormous pressure, the enormous pressure compressing my body and making it difficult for me to breathe, the warmth of her body, her buttocks radiating towards me making me sweat and the aroma of her musk flooding everything, falling in love, many more would die with each time she sat down, torn, compressed, dislocated and cut into pieces by the fibers... And I would see it when the light would rise and let me see the disfigured and crushed bodies falling into pieces, entangled even in the fibers next to me, and seeing all that I would only wish everything to end, so much death and misery and she did not notice it and would never do it, after the rest of the day, of a day begging that she would not get worse and of dozens of deaths because of her, at the end of the day she would take off her shorts, few would be alive by then, there would be no shouting, we would all be tired, beaten, hurt and stunned, many on the verge of fainting or collapse, we would feel the ultimate impact of her shorts falling into a basket of dirty clothes and we would be buried under her panties and the bra that contains her massive tits, would fall with thunder and cloud the vision, after that, tranquility, I would see towards the sky and everything would be covered by the dome of one of the cups of the bra, I would see myself once more insignificant, that single cup would be the size of a small city and it would be so big that its vaulted interior would be confused with the sky itself, however the only thing it did was to contain one of Gaby's gigantic boobs. After that the survivors would try to get together, to get out of there, although it would be almost impossible because of the dimensions of everything, everything would be enormous, I would get together with them visualizing the easiest way to get out of there, we would be surrounded by dirty panties, giant bras and socks, and yet the aroma would be delicious, musky, or so I would perceive by the dry fluids on the fabrics releasing pheromones, And we would walk trying to get out of the shorts, their hips would be several tens of kilometers wide so the fabric covering them would be equally huge, we would not have walked a quarter of the way to the edge of the garment when a rumble and movement would stun us, we would fall to the ground and only get up to notice that she was emptying everything into a boat with water, and when we fell into it after a few moments we would notice with horror how the skin would melt like candle wax, it would be water with chlorine, and so between screams of pain we would dissolve, we would disappear like simple dirt from Gaby's clothes, like the rest of the dust in the shorts, like the dead skin scales attached to her panties, we would disappear as if we were less than dust, finally on its scale we were nothing more than that, less, much less than specks of dirt staining a tiny portion of the ass of its short, that boldness on our part to stain the clothes of the goddess with our presence, of us nothing would remain, if perhaps miniscule semi-dissolved bones that would return to adhere to her clean clothes, to her panties, or bra, remains disappeared among the enormity of her body. And so it would have ended, all because of the vain hope that she would see us and "rescue" us, vain hope product of desperation, in the remains of the colony some survivors would look among the ruins for something to eat while in the background she would look like always a big neckline and a short trousers remarking her rich ass.

NOTE 21

I repeat that it is an irony that in spite of everything she gives us the means to survive, a small drop of her sweat has the size of a big stadium, and from it enough water and salt can be extracted so as not to have to go out to look for months, however not everything is edible, On one occasion after having sex in the middle of the room, tiny drops of her vaginal fluid remained on the floor, and given the scarcity of water that sometimes occurs, there were dozens of people who rushed towards them with the intention of satiating themselves with the same as soon as Gaby left the hand of her boyfriend. They drank from the fluid in her vagina, it was transparent, gelatinous, sweet and musky, and after a few minutes they began to go mad, the concentration of pheromones on our scale was such that those who drank it saturated her brain with such a quantity of chemicals that they were dull, gone, searching in a state of trance for a greater source of such pheromones, and the only source was her, she was with her sweet essence, so they got lost in the vast desert trying to reach her, And in the meantime she would not know it, that under her dozens of men had died maddened by her, maddened by drinking a few tiny drops of the fluids of her excitement.

NOTE 22

I walked all night through the cold desert in order to reach the edge of the room, I hid in the morning only while she was preparing to leave, I listened attentively to her titanic steps while the tremor caused dust to fall from the ceiling of the small cave where I was hiding, the sound of the door and the rumbling sound fading away gave me the green light to continue my journey, later I continued walking until I spotted at a distance what seemed to be a small temporary settlement which, to my surprise, was not underground, without hesitation I headed towards it, the camp was organized around a large sugar bucket of perhaps 50 meters on each side, there I rested for a few hours and got up in the afternoon to investigate more about that place, there were large empty tents, far fewer people than one would expect for a camp of that size, they all looked depressed, sad, I started looking for the boss of that place for information but no one helped me, they were all very tired, while interrogating a small group a slight tremor interrupted me, then another, and a louder one, I heard her voice rumbling in the distance, saying goodbye to someone, we all looked at each other for a moment, we all knew what that meant, it was her, the door opened dazzlingly with light and we saw her, her silhouette and then she, so enormous, so divine, we saw her as something unreachable, as you can see in a work of art, her round calves, her thick and shiny thighs finishing off her brown legs rising towards the sky... Turn to see around me, they all saw her with attention, they followed each of her movements, however, they didn't look frightened, they were rather perplexed only. Something I have observed is that over time, Gaby, from her unattainable and dominated position, has profiled herself into a great object of desire, she is the common fantasy, after all she is a girl with good attributes, a good ass, rich legs, good sized breasts, and all this increased to a gigantic size beyond comprehension, we being so absurdly small we have been able to see her from practically all angles and doing all kinds of activities, we have seen her completely naked, walking around the house with her hip-wagging, her ass rumbling and her tits to the air wobbling at every step, dressing in a daring way for a date, posing, taking pictures in suggestive positions or naked to send to her boyfriend, resting gracefully, and, for the bad of many, fucking like a whore, many are in love with her product of the situation, the pheromones that emanate from her and saturate the air, as a sort of Stockholm syndrome potentiated, to see her in detail as the deep, rhythmic, deep sound rumbles in our ears, highlighting every detail as if seeing everything in slow motion, the marked curves of her thick thighs and rounded calves, her soft, brown skin without any imperfection, smooth and smooth, her round buttocks shining and rumbling at every impact, her curved back and her tits hanging from her chest, moving, bumping, wobbling violently and showing her nipples upright had become a common activity, since she had sex quite frequently, more often than those who had really fallen in love with her could resist, some really got depressed when they knew they were insufficient, recognizing the absolute impossibility that they would even know of their existence, that is, they could end up disintegrated under one of her steps while arranging to see her real boyfriend, she was unreachable, they should be satisfied with seeing her at a distance, to enjoy the symphony of her groans in the shadow of her boyfriend's dick, however our insignificance made it possible to have all sorts of obscene thoughts without repercussion, to see her enjoying the view without any fear, it was a common theme among groups of men to talk about the attributes of the goddess, about the whore she was sometimes, there were even groups of "observers" who came to the surface with the sole purpose of seeing her catching, seeing her naked, or simply seeing her with looks more than obscene, there have been few who have found their end crushed to the point of disintegration by daring so much....

NOTE 23

I continued looking for the head of that camp for a while more until finally I found him and started a conversation, I asked him his purpose and why the appearance of the camp was so desolate, he told me that they wandered in search of food to transport and sell in the communes that are scattered by the desert, being about 80 people could carry large amounts of food, large portions of tiny crumbs falling from the goddess' food, of large quantities of dead skin scales left on the ground by her bare feet, he told me that days before an incident had happened, a strong and unusual wind had blown through the room when she opened the kitchen door, creating a current of air, about 50 people flew into the sky at full speed, and were never seen again... They flew in the direction of one of the armchairs in the room, at that moment occupied by piles of clothes... He said that this situation was contemplated, and that the contingency plan dictated that the caravan would move to the base of the armchair that was crossing the room, there it would wait for survivors, or rescue those who had already moved there, he said that this was the current plan of the caravan, gather some inputs and undertake the journey... While explaining, There was nowhere to run, we were in the middle of nowhere, there were no caves, nothing, on our scale a simple sugar ant was a monster dozens and dozens of meters high and long, extremely dangerous and practical affections, invincible, began to approach us errantly, for a second I thought it was the end, I would surely eat the huge sugar cube and in the process would end it all, many began to flee when suddenly Gaby's thundering laughter crossed the sky, She left her room talking on the phone and walked towards us because we were under the key holder that was on the wall, as we saw her feet and her figure getting closer and closer, getting bigger and bigger and with a huge rumble at every step I thought that the end had come, if it wasn't the ant itself it would kill us, However it was not like that, without care it completely crushed the ant, her foot fell on it and she was supported on one foot while it lifted the other to take some keys of the wall, it returned the foot of the sky and touched the floor with a rumble, she returned quickly to her room and we were all perplexed, she had saved us.

NOTE 24

We walked a couple of hours later to the place where the ant was to take its "meat" as food, although I had not planned to eat at all of that, was completely crushed, to the thickness of a couple of us, had borne the full weight of that girl and put us into perspective our insignificance once again, for us it was an invincible monster, but it cost her absolutely no effort to reduce it to anything, she did not even realize such an action, action with which she had saved us, and if such a monster had such a pathetic destiny, what could wait for us?, we picked up what we could and spent the night there, outdoors with a small fire warming us from the cold of the desert, I wonder if this would be minimally visible from the height of the goddess, I once read that the human eye could distinguish the flame from a candle 10 kilometers away, although for her this was much smaller than a candle, and, on our scale, it was about 180 kilometers above us so...

NOTE 25

The next day I spoke with the camp chief, I was willing to go through the desert in order to reach the base of the armchair in search of survivors of the incident caused by the gust of wind that ripped more than half of the group off the ground, we were 30, 10 would stay to protect everything we could not take with us, the other 20 and I would undertake the trip of 5 days to the other side of the room, if we were lucky perhaps there would be someone there who still remained alive.

This can be seen as a general and alternative vision of all that precedes, and is not "canon," to put it a certain way.

ALTERNATE 1

I woke up in her house and discovered that I was absurdly small, so much so that she couldn't even see me, and so my life was suddenly reduced to nothing, to living at her feet, to starvation, cold and sickness, to being dirty, famelic and ragged as I see her far away unconcerned for me, with her thick thighs and her hanging tits rumbling by her ass, radiant and imposing, no matter if I end up as an invisible stain while she manages to get out, I have reduced myself and so I will remain forever, staying with her, my body would be so weak that I should protect myself while she talking, even at a short distance her voice would be so powerful that it could disintegrate me, and to see how in a few days without difficulty she get a new boyfriend much better than me and the fact of having to see impotent as he fucks her very hard while I masturbate with the image, as a girdle, as she kisses others and progresses in life while I am almost a bacterium, with no future, with her locking me in a ring, for me as big as a small city, pretending and playing that she crushes me with her huge body, with her brown skin while she laughs innocent, ignoring my terror, putting me in different parts, in her sexy and deep navel, between the black jungle, humid and warm of her crotch, or at the top of her tits, huge mountains to my perspective, finally enclosing me in a pendant as a souvenir, "My first boyfriend" says sarcastically engraved, reduced to a bacterium in a small pendant eclipsed by her tits as she walks smiling from the hand of her current boyfriend, tall and fit... And in the background a couple of guys turning to see her ass and her legs wiggling through the short lycra.

With the passing of weeks she would forget about me until she went on with her life as if nothing had happened, I would have to try to survive living like less than an insect, eating anything, enduring the terrible cold of the night and the icy floor while she is hot in her bed, I should also avoid freaking out, avoid getting depressed, although I would see it difficult, see suddenly that my whole life of aspirations is cut off forever just for the fun of it and see that in a few weeks she doesn't even remember I'm there, to be condemned forever to a solitary life and always on the verge of an insignificant death, listening to her thunderous laughter on me shattering my bells, her talks on the phone, and the grave and deep sound of her steps, while she continues to live her life alien to my suffering, masturbating when I see her naked, dressing to go out or doing anything, because it would already be more than unattainable, only the memory of when I had all that in my hands would remain, months would pass and she wouldn't remember me, or care a bit, perhaps when I wandered I would find more small men, reduced by her, frustrated suitors, or ex bf, all unbalanced, crazy for the new life at her feet, crying in panic after saving us from dying and seeing us insignificant between her massive feet extending towards the sky, to escape would be a bad idea, dangerous in addition, to cross during days the immense white desert of her floor with the constant risk of her footsteps, and days of travel because what I would travel in one day would be the length of one of her feet, besides, I would leave a relatively safe place to an unknown world, in her flat at least she could eat of the crumbs that fell from her food, plates of her skin, and drink of her condensed sweat on the floor, sheltered by her enormous and hot body, away from it I would die, and it was ironic, I was condemned to live near her because I lived from her, and probably for her I would die too. Suddenly she would look for me when she asked herself what had become of me, and she would find me, perhaps living among the fibers of her bed next to the mites near where she lays her enormous buttocks, so at night her body heat would shelter me without crushing me with her immense weight, she would be surprised to see me alive, because she would think that I had died a long time ago, when she would see me in a microscope she would laugh, she would say something humiliating when she saw me naked, dirty, malnourished, then I would put myself back in the ring, and from there I would see her for days, sometimes I would break and cry desperately at seeing her over my head, and see myself impotent and insignificant, remembering when I had her in my hands, masturbating me, making countless pathetic wanks admiring her thighs and thick legs, her vagina with nothing under her blouse, and her ass trembling and moving at every step along with her tits to the air highlighting the undeniable and the physical difference, I every day more horrible, thin and emaciated, with the ribs marked and the face greasy, and she every day more radiant and delicious, happy with her curves marked, and her itchy smile, having more relationships, boyfriends one after another, seeing every 2 weeks a different man kissing her, kissing her sweet mouth, because the vision of her legs, of her body on a huge scale and of her fucking as a whore in front of me not even remembering that I saw her, moving so rich on her boyfriend lying, naked, divine, so rich and sexy, taking her boyfriend's dick, pointing it at her vagina and then slowly descending along with a moan of pleasure as she entered, in the shadow of the bounces of her ass while she was sitting and moaning like a lustful goddess, I, helplessly hardened and masturbating in spite of how humiliating It was, and I was curious, because I could see her one day like that, fucking like a goddess, and soon after doing something innocent. Always reminding me that for her I was nothing anymore.

She would show me pictures of her suitors giving me details about what she thinks, or what she is going to do, after meeting she would get ready to go out and ask me which clothes she looks better, if with a short skirt or a short and stockings, with or without neckline, heels or tennis, and so she would go between the sound and the tremor of her steps to come back later and say goodbye kissing intensely to her date, in front of my eyes, hearing her speak sweetly, say beautiful words, and sometimes have fleeting and beautiful relationships like the ones I've never had, like they give her bouquets of enormous flowers while they tell her how fabulous she is...

It would be something less than a perverse pet, a pet at least you can see, so someday it could be that Gaby was getting ready to go out and sit on the furniture, without remembering that I was there, at this point there would be nothing left of me.

Enclosed in the pendant, always hung, nobody would even notice me, always crying and depressed, eclipsed by her tits while  Gaby fucks like a whore, grabbing her boyfriend's penis while he kneads her ass, while she passionately kisses someone tall and muscle. Desperate, miserable and on the verge of collapse, she successful and carefree, studying and with friends, love and happiness, always beautiful, me forever trapped as an invisible adornment between her tits, "My first boyfriend" is read next to a close up letting see my insignificance and deplorable state next to the one who was once my girlfriend, as she says to the other sweet words in his ear, climbing up in his legs rubbing her vagina against that hardened penis, rounding his neck with her hands and giving him a kiss at the end while I watch everything darken as the pendant is crushed between her soft breasts. As they walk home to fuck, where I would once again see their delicious huge buttocks bouncing back as I cover my ears so that their whorely groans don't hurt me. Sometimes I would think while I see her in a short and her thick legs crossed at a distance that maybe I could get out of that miserable life talking to her, but then I would react, she wouldn't even remember my existence, 2 years had already passed, and it would be so small and insignificant that I couldn't see myself, much less hear myself, and thirdly, so that I could talk to her I wouldn't go back to normal, she would ask for it, she would laugh at me, say something humiliating to me, and I would ignore that if I could articulate a word to her, for I would be astonished to speak to her again, as I looked up at her legs, her hip and behind her tits, Gaby, with her thundering voice bursting my eardrums in the shadow of her hanging tits as she crouches down to approach me... A being smaller than a speck of dust begging for her life, I would walk around laughing at how her steps throw me to the ground and how I cry begging her for a chance, Gaby didn't care if I lived or died, if I was cold or hungry, if I was still in her shadow or had died under her stockings.

I've just done minor corrections towards the next chapter.

NOTE 26

Perhaps we are too optimistic, although in this place optimism is the only thing that made the difference between something in life and going crazy... We were awakened by the earthquakes caused by the goddess getting up from her bed and placing her feet on the floor, ran out of her room towards the bathroom, knocking down with her cataclysmic footsteps all our camp and ourselves, she closed the door, and a moment later the thundering sound of the water crashing while she was urinating was heard, Then she went back to her room, and a few moments later, she went out the door dressed in tight trousers, a red blouse and black boots... After the danger she posed passed away, we set out to walk in the direction of the sofa, where the pile of clothes still lay...

NOTE 27

Hours and hours passed, walking, flanking motes of dust the size of a small house, climbing up the small mountains formed on the ground, which on our scale are enormous hills from which it is possible to see several kilometers at the distance between the sterile and lunar landscape... I looked at the distance, and the only thing that broke with the monotony of the white plains was a ball of hair that rose up on the ground a few kilometers... There was nothing else... Then we continued walking.

NOTE 28

The night arrived and she did not return... We took advantage to walk a little more in the middle of the reigning darkness, because the only light that entered was through the windows... The cold was not a problem now, because we have torches made with grease, and big coats made with small fibers trapped in the corners of the room... Which in themselves are big enough to dress entire colonies, the problem is to transport all that material... In short, we will continue moving forward.

DREAM 2

We were going out, there was no one in her house and I was sitting in the darkness while she was washing the dishes, she was there, at the end of the corridor, barefoot, with one foot slightly raised while she was bending her leg, the light highlighted her silhouette, and I saw her stunned, then she closed the tap, approached me and looked at me, smiled and kissed me, then she saw me again and went on with her thing. We left her house, and as we walked down the street towards the park I took her by the hand around her neck, I felt less than her in truth, she looked very sexy, black heels and socks, and just a tight black nightgown that wasn't so long and left her legs in sight, underneath she wore nothing, I asked her why she wasn't wearing shorts, and she replied with a smile, "So that everyone can see me and think I'm a whore", and we continued walking, she under attentive glances of morbidity, I proud to go with her holding her hand.

Already in the park we walked for a while and then we lay down on the grass in an isolated, hidden place, there she climbed on me, and kissed me, and began to move and rub her pelvis against me, I only caressed her ass slightly covered by the blouse, lucky if some gardener near saw the show, Gaby in 4 letting you see her tight ass, In the middle of it all, I was very hard as she let out slight moans as she pressed her vagina against my package, then she said smiling and with a few slight laughter, "I wanted to fuck now", she looked at me with an itch and we kissed.

Later, outside her house I told her as I looked at her, wait, come, and as she approached I put my hand under her sports pants, then under her panties and felt her soft skin slightly moistened next to her astonished face, and put my fingers in it, she said my middle name groaning, and rushed at me to kiss me intensely as I moved my fingers into her moist vagina and kneaded her ass with my other hand....

She detached as she breathed a gasp before taking me by the hand and pulling me towards the door of her house, then she opened it... And I woke up....

NOTE 29

The night two days ago I had a dream, a dream that more than anything was the projection of an ancient memory, of an era that was buried by the present, and I find it hard to think that it really happened, that era where I could see it as a person, as someone else, not as a goddess ... And nothing like returning to reality with a proof of reality itself, I was awakened by the sound of her leaning against, the door while someone kissed her intensely... She was saying goodbye to someone, after spending the whole night with him... We wasted no time, and we quickly picked up the camp while her titanic ass was being kneaded outside... We were afraid that she was going to come in accompanied, as we already knew what this would entail, So we began to move frantically in search of shelter, which we did not take long to find... Small cracks formed in the white rock where there was hardly room for a soul to stand, but it was better than nothing... The chief of the expedition shouted to us that we should hurry, and I was right to do so, I was scared like everyone else, rushing to load the provisions and throw them into one of the many cracks, dead skin, fat, torches, condensed sweat, rotting ant meat, salt... And among all that, crumbs from her food, which were by far the most delicious and a delicacy in itself. We still carried not a third of the provisions when the door was opened with a thunder, and the light blinded us for an instant... Her angelic voice rumbled through the sky and to the center of our heads as she complained of tiredness, "My back hurts," she said as she ran her hand around the soft curve.... I looked at her attentively with the others, She was and was a Dantean vision, unimaginable, beautiful, and immeasurably enormous, and each of her actions was shocking, and she herself dragged the attention of all of us who seemed to be in a trance, a trance interrupted as soon as one of her boots crossed the sky, falling many kilometers from us, And we all ran into the cracks as she unbuttoned the other boot, which also crossed the sky, falling like an enormous asteroid, for, in dimensions, only one of her boots was much bigger than the bolide that killed the dinosaurs.

NOTE 30

She was undressing, her black socks were as follows, followed by her blouse... That, after she was removed she revealed a black bra, which imprisoned her divine tits ominously, a single one was much bigger than Mount Everest once was for me, but it was no time for comparisons... When I saw that, I reached the crack, turn back from it, and I saw most of the expedition still running towards me, then a shadow came over us, and the impact knocked me out... When I woke up, a few minutes later, it was all dark... And the air, the air felt heavy, humid, and the aroma was overwhelming... Not bad, but it did manage to disarm the senses... At the same time the heat made me sweat very much, which aroused in me concern. Water was a relatively scarce good, and I couldn't lose it this way... I crawled up the crevice only to find my way blocked by a tangle of black cloth... I could have passed through it, but I didn't, why? because they were nothing more than her socks, and I knew immediately, that I would have no way of dragging myself along the miles to the outside of the cloth jungle, and that if I tried I would end up trapped, lost, and finally die dehydrated, suffocated, crushed by the cloth, and even devoured by the mites that perhaps survived on the cloth, or, if I survived it all, drowned when Gaby threw me into the washing machine along with the rest of her underwear... So I waited, as the sweat ran down my forehead. For her to take her socks... Minutes passed, and I heard her come out of the shower... It didn't seem like she was going to take those clothes away from here, and then I fainted.

NOTE 31

One of my companions woke me up, he looked surprised that I had reacted, I was on the white rock while I slowly got up, I asked them for water, same that he gave me quickly... Turn to the sides, to see... Nothing. The provisions that remained outside, almost all of them, were gone, and the 15 people that still ran to the cracks, were now mere extended and charred stains, while the massive stocking dragged them while crushing them with the weight of an entire mountain... What life is this? I thought as I contained my despair and helplessness... But they quickly called me, we had to crawl to the bottom of those cracks, for the water from Gaby's sweaty feet had condensed there, forming huge wells of crystal clear water ready to drink. We still had one day to go, although at this point we had lost much sense of such an undertaking, the captain was dead, and of the group we were trying to rescue, surely there was no one left... Look at the sofa, and the mountain of clothes was no longer there... If we were still heading there, it was so as not to be exposed to the steps of the girl, although we still had some hope of finding something, or someone... It was very sad, pure food for depression, that of a group that a week before had 80 members there were only 5 left.... 

NOTE 32

We arrived there at night, at the meeting point, but, to nobody's surprise, there was nothing, so we got ready to sleep, while in the distance thunderous music sounded, the music she liked... And she danced, sending deep thunders through the dark room, while the light of her room filtered through the crack under her door... In the middle of the darkness, while we looked at the fire we had made with the little we had left, because the torches had been destroyed along with the rest of provisions... We saw something at a distance, a fire, sparkling.., at the distance... But we decided… They decided that we would not approach, we were tired enough to do it... As I thought about my original objective, touch her, and how much I had deviated from it, I noticed that the fire was closer than before, which triggered my curiosity, they also noticed it, As soon as the silhouettes were transformed into faces and people, my companions exploded into happiness, they were some of their companions... I only looked at the distance with emotion, there would already be time for interrogations, and to know how they had achieved it.