You wake up on your cotton fiber earlier than you usually do. It was a Sunday so, of course, there was no school. Not only that, but today was special.
Today was Mother's Day!
The last few years have been a disaster. 3 years ago, nobody even remembered it was Mother's Day. Melly had just been born and December was hanging out with high school friends. Karen, not too happy with how much sleep Melly had already cost her, broke down in tears about how tough it was being a single parent raising three kids. You got to spend the whole day in her ear telling her how much you loved her. She walked around with cotton swabs to make sure you never stopped.
2 years ago, December actually remembered and invited friends over to celebrate. You were forced to stay in the closet where it was 'safe' until December came in and suddenly moved your bed without making sure you were properly secured. You ended up on the ground after the girls, your mother included, went out clothes shopping and came in to 'have a fashion show' as your sister put it. You spent that day hidden in the carpet strands desperately dodging their feet and freshly-stripped panties. Karen was the worst of them, completely unbound from her worries regarding you after December took 'you' out of the room. After December returned your bed, you just kept quiet as to not ruin your mother's happy memory.
Last year, you slept in late and found that December had made breakfast. Your mother, upset that you didn't wake up, decided to make herself 'Goddess for a Day.' And this time it wasn't just worshipping her toes. You remember being chased by her fork as she taunted you. You remember the tsunami of milk that was a single drop from her breast when she got turned on by it. Everything after that... you shudder just remembering it.
This year was going to be different though! This year you woke up well before the sun and, therefore, well before everyone else! You climb out of bed and sneak your way out of the closet. You step out into the hallway, sticking close to the wall just to be safe. You are then slightly disappointed to see December in the kitchen. She was looking at her phone and was wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. Her normal sleeping attire.
Now that somebody was awake, you decided it would be best to make her aware of you and so you jog over to her. As you approach her foot, you contemplate how to go about this. Her toes tower over you like buildings. You can't see her face passed her massive breasts. Shrugging your shoulders, you decide the hardest way would be the easiest.
You grab onto her smallest toe and start climbing. Once you reach the top, you begin the nearly mile-long trek to the base of her leg. Luckily, December seemed ultra focused on whatever was on her phone. She was almost completely still until you made it to her leg. However, you climb up her leg was not nearly as smooth as December started to pace. This was a habit she had when she tries to use more than 20% of her brain. Fortunately, it wasn't a fast pace.
As you climb up, you eventually reach her panties. Just as you pull yourself up onto the cloth, December absentmindedly scratches her thigh. You gulp at the thought of having been there mere minutes ago. Still, you're almost at your first rest point. This isn't your first time climbing a giant woman. In fact, it's not even your first time climbing December. Through your experiences, you've learned your stamina can get you through the first hour of climbing no problem but, if you don't rest, the next will be Hell. You make it to the waistband of her panties and plop yourself down. At your size, you have plenty of room.
You remember trying to climb December a year ago and thinking to yourself that you could just climb all the way. By the time you had made it to her panties, you felt fine. But you didn't even make it to her belly button after that. You lost your strength and fell right down into her panties. It's difficult to fight a pussy that can swallow buildings, but it's impossible to fight one when you're gasping for air. You never got to recover naturally thanks to the overwhelmingly sexual smell. You had to wait until she accidentally removed you while... you know.
After your trip down memory lane, you decide you're recovered enough to make it to your next destination.
You begin climbing once more, this entire time December has been alternating between pacing and grabbing her head. This makes it easy for you to make it to her belly button. Once you do, you go a bit deeper in and take another break. The next destination is quite far.
As you rest, you think back to one of your first dates with your girlfriend. You managed to convince your mother to let you go with her on the condition that she kept you somewhere safe. Racheal's suggestion? Wear a tight one-piece suit and keep you in her belly button. You had a pretty difficult time staying in there in the beginning. Racheal put you in before she changed and, while she was changing, you ended up falling out and onto her shirt as she removed it. You had a nice view of her naked body (a sight you had become acquainted with over the short time you'd known her at this point) and was found when she checked to make sure you were secure before she left. Her suit did surprisingly well at keeping you from drowning, although it wasn't the greatest experience.
You're removed from your memories as December mumbles something. You slap your cheeks and prepare for the hard part.
Climbing out of her belly button, you make your way upwards. The monolithic breasts hang high above you, completely unhindered as they embrace the open air. You wonder to yourself what she's doing. You then feel a sense of panic at the thought of her trying to cook breakfast for mom while dressed like this. Considering how happy it made mom last year, it'd make sense she'd want to do it again.
Spurred on by the panic of your sister's potentially dangerous negligence for negligee, you hurry your climb. It's been about two hours since you started and you know your mom will wake up soon. You still weren't sure what you'd do for your mother, but you were too far in to climbing December to stop.
You finally make it to December's cleavage. From your experience, you've found that you can get through usually unscathed by sticking close to her skin. Even when she moves, there is a small area where her breasts separate that you can hide in. As you climb, you can't help but linger on the word 'usually.'
"450 degrees... that's... 4... 5... 0... but I have to push... cook? No... Pan! I need a pan!" December recites instructions to herself. Then, in a panic, she bends over and opens a cupboard near the ground. It warms your heart to know December is going through so much just to make breakfast for mom. This sentiment is lost though as she bends over.
The sudden shift in gravity causes you to lose your grip. Luckily, December's breasts slam together before you fall between them and you end up sitting in a rather unique position. A position that quickly vanishes as December remembers the pans are in the TOP cupboard and quickly stands up. You're thrown vertically by the new shift in gravity, luckily landing on December's breast. You lay there winded for a bit, but waste no time in getting off the jiggling death trap and climbing December's shoulder. From there, it's an easy climb up her hair and into her ear.
As you enter the ditzy blonde's ear, you first shout to her a reminder about an apron.
December nearly screams as your voice scares her, but she manages to cover her mouth.
"G-Geez! Bro! What the Hell?!"
You can't help but laugh before apologizing for scaring her.
"Anyway, what was that you said? Apron..."
December goes silent before making a beeline for the laundry room where she picks up a clean apron from the hamper. She's still going mostly naked, but it's something.
"T-Thanks... Geez. Was making breakfast always this hard?"
You ask what she's making.
"I was thinking Pancakes and Eggs. Mom loves those!"
You think for a moment. You then remind December that she doesn't need to set the oven to make either of those, just the stovetop.
"Ah! You're right! Pans don't go in the oven! Mom told me that a million times!"
You breathe a sigh of relief knowing you've helped avoid a disaster.
"Anyway, what are you doing up this early?"
You tell her about your plans to find something to do for mom before she wakes up. Although, you admit you had not given it much thought during your climb.
"Hm... Well, why not do what you did last year? I don't mind sneaking you in there-"
You refuse.
"Really? But mom was super happy!"
You refuse.
"We both got to learn a lot about the female body that day."
You refuse.
"It's a good thing I had a dildo long enough to-"
You refuse vehemently!
December quiets down.
"Hm... Ah. Then what about the other direction? Mom was complaining about... something with her boobs. I can't remember what..."
You can't say that option sounds appealing.
"Or maybe you stick with me and help me cook. Mom really liked my cooking last year and now you've got me worried I'll mess it up somewhere..."
She makes a very good point...
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