"Good Grief, Charlie" Kim said, breathing slightly as she applied a cool rag to her heated, sweating body. "That was quite the adventure! I didn't expect you to make it this far!"

Behind her, almost doubled-over with exhaustion, was one Charlie Paar, who had only signed up for this death-ride because he owed Kim a favor for something she did for him god knows how long ago. She had asked him a couple of times before to go jogging with her, but he had always made up an excuse on the fly, citing everything from funerals to extreme medical emergencies in an effort to avoid having to run himself half to death. Finally, she managed to catch him on a day when he couldn't think of a good excuse. So now here he was.

It wasn't that he was out of shape or anything.

Kim was just way too into it.

Kim pranced up the stairs to her houses with almost animal-like grace. Her sporty sneakers seemingly glided up the wooden steps that led to her doorway. Charlie noticed that she still had a whole lot of pep in her step, despite the vigorous workout that they had just finished.

After hopping up to her door, Kim twirled, turning around to face Charlie.

"Once again I have to thank you for runnin' with me," she said, her face lighting up with a smile. "It's been a loooong time since I've had a partner. Everyone's always too busy for some reason."

Charlie, taking a break from looking pathetic, rose to meet her gaze, and she gave him a wink.

"Why don't you come inside and relax? I've got some water and gatorade, they oughta freshen you right up!"

As temped as he was to escape while he could, Charlie doubted that he could make it back to his apartment on foot, since most of his water supply had been expelled during the run. Wearily, he made his way up the wooden steps, his legs feeling like stilts.

Charlie had known Kim for a very long time. They grew up in the same neighborhood, and would constantly play together. They remained close throughout high school, but towards the end of junior year Charlie's family moved away; his dad had found a better job in the city. They lost touch for a bit, but reconnected when they found out they were going to the same college. But throughout it all, Kim's personality has not changed a bit. Ever since she and Charlie were little, she had a playful and energetic attitude toward everything. She's definitely a bit of a tomboy, but she still has her delicate moments. She was pretty tall for a woman, standing at about five foot nine inches, almost as tall as Charlie. She was certainly attractive, with her short black hair complementing her light-brown eyes that had long, beautiful lashes. Her face was sort of rounded, and she had gentle features that betrayed a kind nature, if not mischievous, nature. In terms of her body she was an absolute looker; and she knew it. She wore a small, white shirt that barely contained her breasts and exposed her midriff, with a matching pair of sporty white booty shorts that put her toned, yet soft thighs on display. Charlie watched her intently as she disappeared into her house. After a brief reprieve, Charlie pulled himself up the stairs, and went in after her, closing the door behind him.

After a few seconds, Charlie felt his eyes adjusting to the light of the small house. He was in her living room, which had white carpet with a small coffee table in the middle, with a loveseat positioned behind it. Beside the loveseat was a small side table that held a television remote, a game controller, and a basket full of various things. A bit to the left there was a large opening that he assumed led to the kitchen, and to the right was a hallway that probably led to her bedroom and all sorts of other rooms. Kim was directly in front of the small side table, bending over to plug her phone into the outlet behind it. Charlie tried not to stare at her ass too much, but he couldnt help it due to the fact that she kept wiggling and bouncing it as she hummed some song she knew. Kim, of course, was doing this on purpose.

Kim straightened up and turned around quickly, causing Charlie to quickly avert his gaze. She gave him a wink and handed him a glass full of some liquid.

"Here ya go! I made it juuust for you!" she said, smiling a big smile. "Well, not just for you, but it's the thought that counts."

Kim thrust the glass into Charlie's hand. He felt the cool touch of refrigerated liquid through the glass, uh, glass, peered inside it to see its color. It was a sort of green-ish liquid, looked almost like gatorade or something. Without a second thought, Charlie downed the entire glass like a shot.

Kim giggled. "Wow, someone's thirsty." she took the glass out of Charlie's hand. "I'll fix ya another."

As she turned to head into the kitchen, Charlie said "Hey, that isn't necessary. I can go fix me another glass, Its cool."

Kim glanced over her shoulder. "Are you stupid or something? You're the GUEST. It's my JOB as hostess to make sure the guests are..." She paused, wiggling her ass a tiny bit, just enough to grab Charlie's gaze. "...Comfortable." She snickered, gave another wink, and strutted off into the kitchen. "Have a seat on the couch!" she yelled as her footsteps faded.

Slack-jawed, exhausted, and very much uncomfortable standing, Charlie took her up on that offer and took a load off on her couch, sitting on the rightmost side closest to the side table. As soon as he sat down, he felt extremely tired, more so that he had felt just moments earlier. His eyes became heavy, and he felt himself slip off into unconsciousness.

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"I got your Gatorade right here, Chuck!"

Kim walked back into the living room, with two glasses of gatorade, only to find that Charlie was gone. She was puzzled.

"Hey, Chuck?" she called out, setting the glasses on the coffee table.

"Wow, he must have gone home..." she said, a tiny bit dejected. Her entire plan was to spend a bit of time with him, and maybe get him to "help" her out with some stuff. She bit her lip slightly, and braced her hands together over her abdomen, squeezing her breasts together slightly. She had been so pent up these last couple of days, and had FINALLY got him to go out with her, only for him to disappear JUST when she's about to seal the deal.

Kim sighed, plopped down on the loveseat, and picked up her phone.

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Charlie woke with a start. Some loud noise had disturbed him from his sleep, and as he gathered himself, he noticed that something was different. Despite being unconscious for only a couple of minutes at most, he was completely rejuvenated. More concerning, however, was his current location. All around him a light-gray desert stretched, with little tufts of what looked like tumbleweeds every couple of feet. a couple hundred feet to his right was a large cliff face of the same light-gray material, stretching up high until the peak rounded off. On his left was the same structure, albeit several hundred feet away. In between was a large canyon, that from his vantage point seemed equidistant from the sheer cliff face to his right. What was most concerning, however, was directly in front of him. In front of him, an impossible distance away, was Kim's coffee table.

Charlie realized what had happened.

He had shrunk to about 1/4 of an inch on the couch of his best friend.

Suddenly, his attention was directed to the noise that had awoken him. Standing right next to the coffee table was Kim, holding two massive glasses and looking a bit disappointed. From many miles away, he saw her mouth move and heard her voice booming in his ears.

" H E Y,  C H U C K?" The impossibly loud voice of Kim boomed, as leaned downward, setting the glasses on the coffee table. Each made a large clanging noise as they contacted the wooden table. Charlie ran foreward, jumping up and down on the massive couch in an effort to get her attention.

Charlie saw Kim straighten back upwards, and with movements that seemed impossibly quick for a being her size, bit her lip and pressed her breasts together with her forearms.

"H E  M U S T  H A V E  G O N E  H O M E . . ."

"Kiiiim! I didn't leave! I'm heeeeere!" Charlie yelled as Kim felt sorry for herself. He saw her eyes dart from the door, to the coffee table, and finally to the loveseat. He saw her light brown eyes glance over him as she started to make her way toward the loveseat.

"Yes! Down here! Kim!" Charlie yelled, jumping up and down. Kim started to move closer to the loveseat, and Charlie could almost see her move in slow motion as she approached the loveseat. However, she didn't look like she was trying to find her friend, but somewhere to sit. She turned, and her moons eclipsed the light. Charlie looked up to see her gigantic body hovering over him, with her ass casting a massive shadow that encased the entire cushion. He could see her massive pillar-like thighs, and how they rose and joined to form her behind. He could see her bare back, and traced it with his eyes downward into the crevasse of her cheeks. He could see the shorts she was wearing and how they clung tightly to her flesh; and how massive it actually was.

Suddenly, the moon began to fall.

Charlie ran as fast as he could, as he felt the weight of the world was about to crash down on top of him.

He dove, closing his eyes just as he heard her ass crash down behind him, managing to just barely avoid being squashed under her shorts. Heat radiated around him, but it wasn't unbearable. He still felt the cool breeze of air conditioning on his face. he opened his eyes, and saw two thighs that stretched out in front of him as they disappeared over the horizon of the couch. He stood, and turned around, finding himself only feet away from his friends crotch; feet away from certain doom.

He looked up, peering past the twin peaks of her breasts to her face, which looked bored and dissatisfied as it reacted minimally to her phone screen.

He took a step back, admiring the massive expanse of Kim's 5'9 body.

This was going to be one hell of a workout.

Charlie took a step back to plan his next move. He was currently trapped between the valley of Kim’s large thighs and was thankful that she did not cross her legs. She had a relaxed posture, leaning back into the loveseat with one hand tucked behind her head, and the other holding her cellphone, which was the current object of attention. Her face had a bored, yet tender expression as she absentmindedly scratched her head and scrolled through twitter. Her hair, although a bit messy due to the run, was still aesthetically pleasing, and made Charlie wonder how so little effort could make it look so good. Below her bored eyes and face, was her tank-top, which left little to the imagination. Charlie never noticed how large her breasts were until he was presented with the prospect of climbing them at less than a half an inch tall. Her short shirt extended barely beyond the twin mountains, leaving an ample area of flesh between her shirt and her shorts. Here, her toned stomach was exposed, revealing a thin outline of muscle with just a bit of extra flesh to round her out. Just below her exposed navel was the waistband of her shorts, which contained her mountainous behind as well as her most private area.

Above him, Kim sighed, and continued to scroll through twitter.

Charlie began thinking about where he was currently located. Although the heat was immense, and though she had just finished one heck of a workout, the odor was minimal. Her sweat had an almost sweet smell to it, and that, mixed with the scent of womanhood and the smell of her strawberry lotion, made Charlie’s uncomfortable position just a little bit more bearable. But this thought also worried him a bit. Since she just finished her workout, it was only a matter of time before she decided to take a shower; and that would mean his chance of rescue would be squashed. He decided that the only option he had was to scale her and get her attention by any means necessary.

Her clothing options also threw a wrench in his plans. If she had been wearing any pants of some kind, he could have climbed up her thigh vertically, reaching the top and getting to her waist that way. However, this was nigh impossible, because her shorts only reached just beyond her crotch, and he believed that any attempt at scaling her bare skin would result in unwanted attention. He did not want Kim to mistake him as a bug or something. Not that she was particularly cruel to those kinds of creatures, he just thought it would be better to get to someplace where she could see him before swatting him.

Charlie resigned himself that the only option of upward momentum was to climb up her crotch, then to jump from her waistband to her navel. After that, he could try to grab onto the underside of her shirt, climb up to her shoulder, and then to her ear. He gulped. The biggest obstacle in his way was directly in front of him. The woman’s vagina is one of the most sensitive parts of the body, and judging by the way Kim was acting earlier, he was in for one wild ride.

Stepping forward, he felt the atmosphere around him grow steadily more humid as he approached the shorts. Around him was the sickly-sweet smell of sweat, pheromones, and her favorite strawberry-scented lotion. He took another step forward, and grasped onto the thick, moistened fabric of her shorts, and began to climb upward.

Above him, Kim was getting flustered. She was trying to get Charlie to text her back, but for some reason he was not answering her messages. She remembered back when they were kids, and how inseparable they were. When they would play truth or dare under the bleachers after school. She scratched her head and started scrolling through their messages. She always knew he had feelings for her, ever since around sophomore year, when they kissed in the auditorium during some stupid speech, but why was he being so distant now?

She sighed, thinking of the day that he moved to the city with his dad. She remembered that day clearly. He had been keeping it a secret from her because he knew that it would hurt her that he was leaving. She remembered his sad expression, and her anger at him for keeping a secret like this. But Kim remembered it for another reason. Her hand absentmindedly glided down to her womanhood as she remembered that it was going to be the day that she asked him to be her boyfriend.

As her fingers slowly circled around her most private area, she remembered all the dates she went on after Charlie had left. Yes, she had some boyfriends and went on some dates, but nothing compared to her countless years with her best friend. That is why she got so excited that they were going to the same college. She wanted to continue from where they left off. But she was afraid that she’d let her feelings get in the way. So, instead of asking him on an actual date, she made it out to be a workout. This had mixed results, since she suspected that Charlie would rather not make a fool out of himself in front of his childhood friend, but she managed to get him on a day that he had no excuse.

Kim blinked, and turned her attention back to her phone. Her hand retracted from her womanhood, and after wiping it off on her shirt, she returned it to its place behind her head. In the message slot, she had typed the phrase “I Love You.”

She closed the messaging app without sending.

Down below, Charlie had made it to the middle of her crotch and was beginning to feel the burn. The thick atmosphere around him made it difficult to breathe, but he soldiered on, for he knew that once he got to her navel, he could rest. However, whatever Kim was scrolling through above was beginning to influence her womanhood. He could feel the humidity in the air rising and could feel himself sticking to the moistened fabric of her shorts. Finally, his worse fears became true, as he saw the white fabric around him grow steadily darker. He looked up just in time to see her massive fingers impact directly above him. Above, he heard Kim make a noise, that sounded like a cross between a squeak and a moan. The hand made a short circular motion, eventually moving down south enough to trap Charlie in its spiral. Charlie felt himself adhere to her sticky finger pads as she circled her womanhood slowly. However, she was steadily going deeper and deeper into her flesh, and Charlie could practically feel the velvety softness of her through her shorts and panties. Suddenly, the hand retracted, leaving Charlie trapped in an indention created by Kim’s absentminded exploring. He was currently trapped in the middle of her cameltoe.

He closed his eyes, fearing for the return of the hand, when he heard a noise. He heard the snapping sound of her phone turning off, and then the roar of the television.

Apparently, he still had more time before she decided to take this into the bedroom.

Instead of moving immediately, Charlie stayed still, feeling the immense heat around him slowly decreasing. He thought that if he started wriggling and trying to free himself immediately, he would excite Kim some more and restart the whole process. His best bet was to wait it out.

After a couple of minutes, when he felt her heart rate steadily slowing, and felt the heat of her crotch subside. He then made his move. The fabric around him was not as moist as before, but he wasted no time on the little details. He began pulling himself out of her with all his might, and eventually escaped the cameltoe without causing too much stimulation. He looked up as he steadily climbed up the upper area of her crotch, seeing Kim intently focused on the television. Moreover, he noticed that his little escape attempt had caused an effect on her noticing the slight bumps on her chest that betrayed her nipples. He scrambled up the shorts quick, as her hand made the journey downward to investigate. As she absentmindedly scratched the area that he was just at, Charlie made it to her waistband. Her recline posture made it a bit easier to climb than the sheer cliff-face of her crotch, so he quickly dashed upward and dove into her navel to avoid attracting her attention as her hand “investigated” her stimulated womanhood. He was almost certain that if he would have attempted this earlier, he would have never made it.

From the relative comfort of her navel, Charlie sat down to rest. Although she was reclining a bit, he could still see the television from his vantage point.

She was watching some kung-fu movie.

Charlie decided that this was a good place as any to rest a bit. He had a long journey ahead of him.

Kim sighed as she watched the television screen from across the room. Usually this sort of thing made her feel better, but today it had no effect. She was still feeling all weird with all of these emotions inside of her. To make matters worse, she felt an odd sensation down below. Kind of like a weird tickling sensation that her earlier investigations had not ceased. Not wanting to get too excited, she abstained from "relieving" a bit of her stress.

Eventually the sensations faded, but there was a persistent presence at the center of her pussy. She brushed it off as a result of her earlier explorations, and turned her attention back to her movie. However, she wasn't just thinking about that. She was thinking about Charlie again.

Back when they were both sophomores in high school, she surprised Charlie after school one day with tickets to a movie.  It was to some cheesy kung-fu movie, and she knew that Charlie wouldn't be too enthusiastic about seeing it, but she knew a way to convince him. Eventually, she made her way over to his house and convinced him to tag along with her. Before then, they had kissed in the auditorium in school during one of the faculty meetings or something, and Kim saw this as some kind of follow-up date. Charlie drove, having secured his license earlier that year, albeit with some difficulty. Charlie was just a bit to nervous while taking tests.

Kim smiled at her friends nervousness, as she felt the feeling stirring in her pussy again.

She remembered as they parked and got refreshments, Charlie paying for the drinks while she paid for the food. Cheekily, she remembered stealing twenty dollars from him earlier that week, which she eagerly spent on two ginormous buckets of pop corn. They got to their seats in time to not miss the previews. She remembered watching with bright eyes as the action flashed on the screen, and how enamored Charlie was. She remembered putting her head on his shoulder.

The feeling was getting stronger. Her hand began to investigate again.
Later that night, after the movie, they were walking around outside of the strip mall where the theater was located. They both splurged about the parts they liked the most. All of the corny dialogue, the fight scenes, the romantic subplots...

Kim started to breathe a bit heavier, as her hand absentmindedly circled around her pussy.

Kim had thanked Charlie for the drive, to which he replied that it was no big deal, she had bought the tickets anyway. She put her hand on his shoulder, and told him that she really REALLY appreciated it. She looked in his eyes as his looked into hers. Then, her gaze drifted to his lips, which were slightly pursed in surprise. She leaned in close...

Kim blinked, realizing what movie she was watching. She grabbed the remote and quickly changed the channel. She didn't want to think about that right now.
She changed sitting positions, laid on her back, taking up both seats on the love seat, with one hand resting on her stomach and the other grasping her phone. Her feet were hanging off of the edge of the couch, so her entire body could fit on the flat surface. She turned her head toward the television, watching whatever show she switched it to.

Deep in her navel, Charlie was unaware of what Kim was doing. At one point he was at rest, watching the movie through the little window that her navel provided, and then his entire world changed position. He was thrust back into the depths of her belly button, being surrounded by an immense warmth as she repositioned herself. After the earthquake, he found himself surrounded by tonnes of flesh on all sides. Rather than give up hope at the prospect of being trapped again, he thought of the advantages that this position created. Although he would hate to admit it, his earlier plan was not entirely foolproof. Once he got to her navel, there was practically no way to reach her short-cut shirt, and even if he did, there was no guarantee he could make the jump from her shoulder to her hair. With this new position, he could easily make it to her collarbone, and even to her ear.

Granted, of course, that she didn't move.
Now, the biggest obstacle facing him at the moment was how to scale the amazing amount of flesh that stood before him. You tend to forget little you actually are when comparing yourself to someone's navel, but that cliff-side was no joke. Strengthening his resolve, and vowing to get his friend's attention, Charlie approached the wall, finding the sides slick with moisture, albeit tense enough for him to get a handhold. It was slow going at the start, but eventually he was able to pull himself up the side and onto the desert landscape that was her tummy.

What awaited him when he got up there was an amazing sight. To his left was the large expanse of her arm, which led all the way up to her shoulder. When he peered at her hand, he noticed slight imperfections; chipped black paint, a few scratches, minuscule hairs, but nevertheless, surprisingly maintained and clean. However, the tips of her fingers were covered in a liquid substance that smelled both of sweat and her womanhood. Now, climbing up the hand was definitely an option, but after careful consideration, he decided against taking that path. If her arm were to move again, he would be whisked away further from his goal. Finding this unacceptable, he decided to head on the direct path to freedom: through the valley of her breasts.

Charlie walked carefully across the desert landscape that was his friends midriff, careful to attract unwanted attention. All around him he could see indentations of the toned muscles that she worked so hard on. Walking on them was an experience. Since all he had to go by was the soft flesh of her womanhood and the fat of the lower stomach, actually walking on toned muscle was an experience on its own. Even though what he was walking on was definitely flesh, he still felt as if it were some large stone slab, facinated at how Kim could be so tough and so soft at the same time.

He continued up her body, eventually finding himself at the base of her chest, where her shirt lied. Instead of being compressed between the fabric and her chest, and facing the risk of suffocation by both her flesh and the heat generated by it, he decided that the best option, as well as the most comfortable, would be to walk across her shirt through the valley that was created by her breasts. He marveled at their size, and pictured himself as an explorer planting a flag into the tip of Mt. Kim. He shook his head, shaking the daydream from his mind. It was dangerous to think of Kim as something as innocuous as a landscape; for she was a human being, and they often got uncomfortable.

Kim, tired of straining her neck, turned slightly and started to lie on her side.
Suddenly, Charlie was in chaos. The geography around him was rapidly changing as Kim started to lay on her side, causing the valley between her breasts to disappear as one fell on top of the other. Charlie yelled, and tried to outrun the mountainous mammary but was too late; he felt the cushy mountain as it fell on top of him, squishing him between both of her breasts. He felt an immense pressure all around him, as well as the constant reverberations of her heartbeat as it pushed untold gallons of blood throughout her body. He could smell her all around him; the scents of strawberry and sweat invaded his nostrils, as well as the smell of her laundry detergent. He couldn't breathe, and prayed that Kim would get up soon, before he suffocated.

Kim was getting bored of this show. They just didn't make them like they used too. She sighed, and sat up, stretching her arms over her head, feeling her ligaments pop. She sighed, and stood up. I guess this is as good a time as any to get a shower, She thought, as she made her way to her bathroom.

Suddenly the pressure eased, and Charlie felt weightless. He took a gulp of fresh air, and held on for dear life as Kim moved about. He was on her right breast, right in-between the twin peaks, hanging onto her shirt.
"Oh shit, she must be getting ready to shower! I need to get to her ear!"
Charlie climbed as fast as he could, as the world jiggled around him while Kim steadily walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.