Your prison lifts off of the ground just in time for you to clearly hear that you are on top of your hot friend's head. The hairs around you form towering trees of firm blonde rope stretching up into the sky. You are just small enough that you can walk flat against her scalp, between her hairs. The smell of shampoo lingers in the air, a fruity blend of strawberries and soap that fill your lungs with every breath. You shudder to think what it would be like to be walking through her hair when she showered, dodging massive droplets of water and having your entire field of vision filled with suds and massive fingernails clawing at the ground you're standing on, trying to get a little bit cleaner. The scalp is soft but firm, and you feel smaller and smaller as it shakes and moves beneath your feet. Looking at the ground, at each stem of hair you can see flakes of skin slightly bigger than your feet. You pick one of them up and hold it in your hand. There is a dinner plate sized piece of dandruff in your hands. This has been a very strange day.
Hearing a booming giggle roar from beneath you, you can tell that your movements are causing this planetary woman a few tickles on her head. "HEHEHE, YOU TICKLE LITTLE BUG... HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE TRAPPED... STUCK IN THE FOREST... THE WOODS OF MY HAIR... SO SMALL... SO CUTE..." The more she talks, the more you get turned on by your situation. You have been transformed into a sentient bit of lice in the hair of a beautiful goth goddess. You feel priveledged to walk on her body, to feel her warmth all around you. And you're only on her head. You want to experience everything her body has to offer, and you shake in anticipation at exploring the rest of the massive goth under your feet. "WELL ARE YOU GONNA STAND THERE ALL DAY... STUCK IN MY HAIR... OR ARE YOU GONNA... MAYBE CLIMB DOWN... MAYBE START WITH MY FACE, LET ME FEEL YOU ON MY FACE, LITTLE BUG!" You run as fast as you can, pushing hair after hair out of your way, until you reach a clearing. You are blinded by the change in light as you realize that you are at the end of her hair, looking down at her forehead. From your view, you can see down her massive body, her hands which are tracing her privates as she feels you move across the massive expanse of her head, her breasts swaying with every shake she makes from excitement, and all the way down you can barely make out her toes wiggling in the distance. You want to explore all of it. You want to worship every inch of this beautiful woman. Reaching to your left, you grab hold of a long rope of her hair and look down, gulping at what you're about to do. "Well, this is it, now or never!" With a giant running start, you leap off of the head of your friend, relying on the hair you're holding onto tightly to break your fall. As you reach the end of the jump, the rope tightens, and you swing past her eyes, which had caught your attention, and then swung bag again, reaching the other side of your face. Her eyes squint as she lets out a moan of pleasure at seeing your tiny body in such a situation, and you finally come to rest, dangling helplessly in front of Mary's...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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