When she started to walk there was no hope. The bounce and sway of her immense breasts tossed me around like I was on the sea in a hurricane. Holding on was impossible. I was thrown from her skin and tumbled down, thumping from fabric to flesh. The roughness of the lace on her bra was something I thought I might be able to hang on to, but the forces were too strong and I ended up falling further. As I sailed out into the open air I thought I was a goner. Then I hit something and I blacked out.
As I came to, my head swam. Was I dead? No… not on the ground either, somewhere up high. Being so small I must fall differently, drifting slightly on air currents. I hauled myself to my feet. I looked up and saw a long ridge line, the space around was white and open. There was a ceiling far above, and walls, and a massive window behind… behind her! I was on skin. The scale was familiar now. As was the smell of her body. I was still on her! My boss was like a titanic landscape in front of me, and the ridge line I was standing on was her leg! She was sitting back. I could see her face as if it was in the distance, over the swells of her mountainous breasts. She looked off far above me, probably at her computer screen. I was unnoticed. This was not a safe place to be. At any moment a crossing of her legs or or standing up could spell my doom. I needed to get moving. Summoning the last remains of my strength I started up her leg. With luck she would be able to notice my flea sized body, and she would look to see what I was rather than flicking me away, or swatting me flat. I needed to get out of the open. I trudged on.