This choice: Shrink down even further and crawl into her nose • Go Back... You figure as long as you're exploring, you better go all in. You shrink yourself down really small. At first you start to wonder your height (maybe a twentieth of an inch? a fiftieth?) but eventually decide it would be pointless. No matter your exact height, Megan's right nostril towers over you. It's a strange sight to say the least. You walk in.
You trek through for a bit, with little more than the occasional hair in your way. It's still pretty hard to move, though, as there's a constant wind storm, reversing in direction over and over every few seconds. Eventually, you decide to just crouch down as Megan breathes out, and to start walking as she breathes in, a solution that works pretty well. As you move towards the back, it starts getting wetter and stickier. This really is the strangest place to be, you think to yourself. The terrain is harder to navigate at this point, as you're not sure of the slopes and angles. You slip once or twice, and your hand falls into the muck. You have to rip it out pretty hard, and you resolve not to do that again. Maybe it's time to start heading out?
You turn around to take a look at how far in you are. You estimate it would probably take you about five minutes to get out of Megan's nose completely. Unfortunately, right as you have that thought, you start to slip, and Megan inhales a breath that knocks you off your balance. You fall on your back right into the slime, and before you have time to react it's already hardening around you. You move to sit up just a moment too late, and you find you can't even do that. You can't move your head. As the mucus around you finishes solidifying, you realize that you have actually become a living booger.
A crazy situation, but nothing you can't handle. You just have to grab the gun in your pocket and ... wait a second. Your arms are locked in place. You can't grab the gun. And if you can't grab the gun, you're stuck in Megan's nose. But for how long?
At this point, Megan apparently gets sick of lying down and sits up on your bed. You did use the mind control to make her lie down, but you never told her not to get back up. Fair enough. You discover that you're imprisoned at an angle that allows you to look down and out of her nostril. Your view mostly covers her large, perky breasts and the somewhat more boring floor below, but at least this way you have some sense of where she's going. As it turns out, though, as she's walking by her dresser, she suddenly stops.
Then Megan quickly tilts her head back a couple of times. "Ah... ah..." You instantly know where this is going. But is it freedom? Or death?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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