After the longest time, well to you at least, time must be different to the smallest of microbes, your Goddess had finally decided. Her unfathomable face smirked, each tooth before you a gleaming white dimension."Well, my little nothing,"She boomed, forcing you to hold your ears from the destructive force of each syllable."I've decided that I need a little up here."She inverted her hand just a tad, allowing you to see her chest below. Even though you couldn't help it, you felt a tiny twinge of tightening within your trousers at the sight of such a lovely bust. She was your Goddess, and you were here to please, albeit with a nervous attitude at what your future would be after this.
Movement on a cosmic scale came next as Goddess Sarah went to her bed, sitting down on the edge. More impossible movement, and a sky of fabric briefly replaced Goddess Sarah's face, billowing white and fluttering off. She laid down on her back, positioning you just over her left breast, using her free hand to uncover the cup for a moment. She titled her finger to an extreme degree, causing you to slide, and then eventually fall. You plummeted rapidly through the air, speeding like a jet towards your target, Goddess Sarah's nipple. Apparantly your Goddess had a questionable amount of patience this time, as it took your miniscule self nearly ten whole minutes to fall through the air, and then to crash land on the fleshy surface.
You awoke later from a dizzy subconscious state to your new world. All around, as far as the eye could see and further beyond that, pink landscape. The size comparison was....hard to comprehend. At your newest and smallest size, you estimated the nipple itself to be an entire universe. The canyons, or wrinkles in the skin, were thousands and thousands of milesdeep, so you had to avoid those. The bra lint that your Goddess mentioned earlier, the smallest of specks of it, could possibly be an entire planet to you. Above, the stark white sky of fabric was the bra.
"Now, get to work, Luke."Her voice seemed to echo throughout space and time to you."I expect my lovely nipple to completey free of debris, and the whole time, I want a massage from you. If I even feel your microscopic self stop for one minute, I'll make you so small, I suppose.....you'll be living on an atom from now on...."She chuckled, the malice and darkness behind the words terrifying you."Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare for my Girls Night Out this evening."
Over the course of the next few hours, you believed it to be one of the worst parts of your life. Three things made this almost a living hell to you: One, the bra lint. Your guess of size was correct. Once you came across your first part of the duty, a world of white and black disgusting debris loomed higher than the highest mountain, and you had to get rid of it all. Two, the constant motion of this new world. Since your Goddess's breasts weren't known for being the most secure things in the world, her walking about and changing of clothes created jiggles, which in turn, cread cataclysmic earthquakes for you. The third is a result of the second one. You were threatened nearly every second to be tossed about and sent hurtling out of the spaces between the bra fabric into unknown, or worse, into a nipple wrinkle to fall into it's soft pink depths.
The only saving grace, the massaging. You had to admit, this...was a fun and satisfying part of this whole escapade. The ground was so decadent and soft, and sometimes you heard a moan from your Goddess so high above, which made the nipple erect, tripling the size of this new reality.
Finally the time came, and light shone in at a speedy pace, Goddess Sarah's eye roving voer the work you had done on her nipple.