You should have known the offer was too good to be true.
“A life free of the dangers of micros” is what the ad initially read in text lettered in bright bold letters. Not that micros ever gave a real threat to most people, however you were not most people. The term given to you was ‘nano’, only being a few millimeters in height, and even to micro borrowers who commonly scavenged the houses of the true masters of this world, you barely reached the ankles of.
Being simultaneously used to and sick of the torment given to them by macros, the micros tended to take whatever sense of power they could get, which of course meant inflicting whatever torment that they could on people such as yourself as a form of letting out their frustration. After all, if macros were allowed to stomp and eat them, why shouldn’t they be allowed to do the same to you?
As you were at the bottom of the food chain, you knew that your life was limited, which was what made the ad before you so enticing. Tucked in the corner of a macro bandicoot’s house, it said to meet with a micro within a tunnel burrowed into the walls. Details were sketchy at best, and you knew that meeting with your natural predator was likely to go badly, but what did you have to lose?
And so you made the long trek across the kitchen floor towards a vast opening, one likely created by the macros with its uniformly square shape. A large grate was placed on its front, with slits just large enough for a micro to fit through. And if a micro could fit, so could you.
The air was both cold and damp within the tunnels, with a draft nearly strong enough to lift you from your feet caused by the passage’s unique structure. Luckily you were able to lean into the metallic wall to prevent yourself from losing your grip, and eventually made it to the meeting point.
At least that’s the last thing you remember, because the next thing you know, you were dozens of feet in the air, held in the tight grip of your would be savior. The micro had an evil grin plastered on her face. All belongings that you had to your name had already been stashed away in her pocket, her intentions clearly that of robbery rather than of salvation.
Treating you as less than a fur, she gave you no more acknowledgement than one would give to a piece of fruit, a hungry look in her eyes making you fear the worst. But her intention was not to devour her, and you quickly realized where you were both located when the ambient winds began to pick back up, this time in much greater force.
You were not in a normal tunnel, but were instead in the house’s air vents!
Noticing your horrified expression, the micro simply let go of her grip, causing you to tumble towards the hard floors below. Just before death however, the heavy air currents whisked you from your trajectory and into the depths of the house. The last you saw of the person who resigned you to this fate was a smug grin, the golden retriever waving as you disappeared from view.
It was as though you were in a hurricane, the only thing that stopped the winds alone from ripping your skin from bone being the innate durability that comes from being a nano. Still, said durability forced you to be awake for your entire journey through the air vents, being taken hundreds of relative miles until you finally shot out from another grate, this time into an unfamiliar room.
Your immediate first sight was the house’s owner. You knew that her name was Cola, a fact gleaned from both conversations the titan had with friends who came over and from parties she held. Parties that you had barely survived on many occasions with the footfalls of dancing guests commonly falling upon your meager form unaware.
She was massive even for a macro, much of her ballooned proportions centered on her breasts, ass and thighs. But from your perspective she was a planet, one who you seemed destined to crash into. What was at first a distant figure quickly grew to take up your entire field of vision, microscopic bumps and ridges of her nude skin being enhanced in frightening detail. Unable to affect your trajectory, you crash landed onto one of her immense breasts, an impact invisible to her yet monumental to you.
Well, you hoped for a soft landing.
It took only a few seconds to get back to your feet. Immediately realizing where you were located, you desperately tried to find somewhere to grip onto to prevent you from falling off from her breast, however you soon realized that there was no need to. Being so incomprehensibly small compared to Cola, her breasts were easily large and weighty enough to act as a planet, allowing you to stick to its surface through its own planetary gravity.
Despite your size, the orange ground was soft and squishy, indenting slightly as you walked across it. A cacophony of alien sounds assaulted your ears, from the ambient gurgling of her stomach, to massive thuds of her heartbeat, to the roaring and sloshing waves of the ocean of milk located miles inside the breast. You were lucky to have landed on the surface of the bosom itself, for if you instead crashed into Cola’s cleavage, any survival within the eternally dark crevasse would have been impossible, let alone escape.
Another benefit to your position was being able to see the world from a new perspective. The macro bandicoot didn’t leave her house often, but even still, from your view hundreds of relative miles up you were able to gain views impossible from the ground. Endless vast plains of countertops, an ocean of fabric that covered her bed, and a cinema screen that was larger than cities as Cola watched TV.
While you knew that time dilation shouldn’t affect you even at your microscopic size, every motion that Cola made felt just as colossal and impactful as the bandicoot herself. Yawns that shook the heavens, caused the breast to wobble and shake, errant itches from sources far larger than yourself caused colossal fingers to descend and scratch, and even each step was more powerful than any impact you could make on the outside world in an entire lifetime.
Looking up towards Cola’s face, her expression was one of apathy. She didn’t know you were down here, and why would she? You were a mite’s mite on her breast, less than a parasite. Even if she did notice you, she would likely see you as nothing more than a pest to be eradicated. Even a breath from her would be enough to vaporize you, let alone the full extent of her wrath. Perhaps it was better to just live your life here.
But you knew you couldn’t stay here forever. Even if safe from external threats, the lack of proper food or drink on the breasts would easily cause you to die of starvation. Unwilling as well to go back to your old life of constantly dodging micros in the shadows and cracks of the house, you needed to gain Cola’s attention some way, despite the dangers that could come from your discovery.
Even on the breast itself, it seemed as though you were far less noticeable than any of the massive beads of sweat littering her body, so there was no way you would get noticed here. However a few days’ trek would bring you to the impossibly sized monument of Cola’s nipple, an area of her body sensitive enough to surely reveal both your existence and location.
For the first few hours of your journey, it didn’t even feel like an incline. However that quickly changed once the nipple began to steepen. The gravity still trying to hold you to her larger bosom, you couldn’t simply walk up the erect mountain, but were forced to climb, microscopic bumps and skin cells luckily giving you both handholds and rest areas to catch your breath.
By the end of your third day on planet Cola, you had finally summited. Sleep deprived and heavily parched, the only thing you could do was collapse into the soft flesh and try to regain whatever energy you had left. You had done it. The only thing you needed to do now was to gain Cola’s attention, in any way you knew how.
And so you did just that. Using your entire body as a tool, you clawed, bit and even humped the city sized plateau in an attempt to gather any kind of a response from the giant you were living on. It should have been impossible for a speck your size to be noticed by someone with even thrice the awareness of Cola, but miraculously the bandicoot seemed to pause, clearly
Unfortunately for you, said presence was only recognized as an itch, one that Cola was quick to absentmindedly scratch at.
Realizing your mistake far too late, there was nowhere that you could run to. Even if you held the energy required to sprint, where could you run to? Cola’s finger was meteoric in size, and there weren’t any barricades you could hide behind on this vast plain. The sky darkened above you, and you awaited the inevitable.
Miraculously, your god was slightly off with her aim as she attempted to squish you, the finger instead crashing into the ground a few hundred feet away. The shockwaves caused by the impact were still more than powerful enough to cause massive earthquakes in the nipple flesh, making you lose your balance and tumble downwards.
At first you assumed you had simply fallen off the nipple and back down to the larger bosom below, but as light quickly extinguished as you continued your dive, you quickly realized that you had instead entered the nipple itself, the walls of the shaft half a football field away from your perspective.
Unable to stop your fall in any way, the only thing you could do was brace yourself for impact. Much like when first landing on Cola’s breast, the softness of her flesh was easily enough to break your fall without injury to only leave you stunned. Your surroundings were entirely dark, only a pinprick of light visible from the entrance to this cavern that was too far away to climb to. And so your only path was to venture further downwards.
Without sight to aid you as you traversed the endless caves of Cola’s mammary glands, your other senses kicked into gear. Touch helped you feel across the walls to ensure that you were moving forward and not directly into another pit. Your hearing was also amplified, the sloshing of milk being heard from all around you as by now you were deep within the bandicoot’s breast.
Knowing that you would likely spend the rest of your life unnoticed here, you slowly accepted your fate. The abundance of fresh milk ensured that you wouldn’t starve, and you chuckled at the irony of not having to deal with most of the dangers a nano would face, even though you were inside of a macro’s body.
Despite everything that happened over the past few days, the ad was right. At least you didn’t have to worry about micros anymore!