I decide to use a fun and trusted old game of offering freedom for a limited time, "So, I'm going to count to 100. If you can rappel from my chest to the ground before I hit zero, then I'll let you go." It is daunting for the little guy. Holding him up to my chest, I go to let go of his little body. He grabs on tightly to my chest hair and actually thanks me for the opportunity. That is until I grow big enough that he is only about 1/2" - ha! He looks like a big bug stuck on my chest.
Chuckling at his predicament, he seems to be worried from the movement of my heaving chest. He grabs tightly to my thick oily hair. "Better start down little shit. 100, 99, 98..." Lucky for him - I have hair going down my entire body - so it is possible to climb all the way down - holding onto hair. He makes it to the middle of my huge belly and looks back at the drop. Climbing underneath my massive belly. I am counting pretty slow, only to 89 when he starts to try and descend below my bloated, hairy belly.
I could easily push out my stomach and throw him off or let him continue his trek...
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