You slip underneath the blanket and make your way over to Tiffany's side. You take hold of her flesh and begin climbing up her side. You reach the top of her belly around her navel and begin to walk north, the skin and adipose below you sinking and shifting with every step. Before long you stop directly above where her gigantic stomach would be, it creaks and groans, rumbles and squelches as it works tirelessly to digest her latest meal. From where you are you can feel hear every breath expanding her chest, the rhythmic thumping of her heart from within her abdomen. The sounds of her bodily functions are almost soothing you contemplate staying here and listening to her internal orchestra, but then you look up and see nirvana. Before you lies two mountain sized breasts, mounds of flesh hundreds of times larger than yourself. And yet the urge to become a mountaineer grows. Despite their size the look I credibly soft, the valley between them like the entrance to the promised land.
You have two options stay here and continue to listen to the insides of Tiffany, or go exploring and climb her breasts
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