Withdrawing your hands, you back off and look around, past the heel and towards the main body of your target. Somewhere over there..?
You move further towards the beast, over the thoroughly stomped down forest of grass. You feel horribly exposed, with no blades to hide behind. If she should so much as glance down...
You pass by the arc of her leg, gazing up at the majestic sweep of her thigh, high above. You would really have been very foolish to think of climbing her foot. Unless you were planning on hanging on there all day while she walked around, you'd have had to climb all the way up her shin to her knee, and then all the way down to her lap, then up her torso...
Too much hard work.
Not that there seem to be any better options here. You approach the woman's butt, which in itself is big enough to crush a stadium. It would be just as thankless a task to try and climb that. Perhaps you should just give up.
No, wait - what's that, in the distance, through that rare patch of non-crushed plantlife? Running forwards, unheeding of the grass blades opposing you, you emerge in the shadow of another huge item.
Backlit by the sun, it is an immense black obelisk, although it is tiny in comparison to the two giantesses seated behind you.
Lying on its side, the handbag almost beckons you inside. It belongs to the brunette, and tagging along for a ride inside of it would do away with any need to climb up people...
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