You and your clone crawl down her bed towards her waist. At your diminuitive state, everything is about seventy times larger, making the short trek a fair distance. You get to her waist and look over her to see how to get in. Your clone says, "We need to lift the waistband."
You comment, "How do we do that without being noticed?"
He stands and thinks for a moment. "I dunno; I'm just the clone."
You look up and see a way in. "Well, if we climb up her shirt we can slip in the front when her stomach drops." Clone nods in agreement and the two of you climb the side of her shirt, careful to not overly irritate the giantess. The climb is not overly difficult as a skin-tight shirt doesn't seem as tight when you're an inch tall. It is only a matter of a minute or so before you both are standing on her stomach. It rises and falls as she breathes and her heartbeat is faintly heard under you. Then you hear a gurgle and realize what could happen if found and the mission becomes much scarier.
Clone reencourages you and you push on to crawl under her waistbands. Unfortunately, you find yourself tangled in a mess of hair. Clone is climbing over you when her realizes what has happened.
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