Squishy Avi - Chapter Two

On a mostly uneventful day, Avi browsed Reddit as she did so often. She scrolled and scrolled, only stopping to message a friend or two on Discord. Peering down at the time on her computer, she saw that it was 19:45 and decided she’d make her way up towards her window. The climb always took her around fifteen minutes 

Small walkways and staircases littered the edges of her room for getting around, she was extremely thankful to her family for them. It definitely took her a long time to get around but at least she could get around independently. She panted heavily as she kept climbing the stairs with her eyes fixed on her destination, the white windowsill.

Finally reaching the top in perfect time, she looked at the huge clock on her wall in the distance and saw it was just past eight o’clock. Peering outwards Olivia’s window, she was excited to see that the curtains weren’t drawn. She waited patiently for Olivia to appear but saw nothing. Thirty minutes passed and still nothing, maybe she was just a little out of sight. As Avi walked around her windowsill, she saw that a branch from the tree had fallen in such a way that it leaned onto Olivia’s windowsill.

She couldn’t help but think about that opportunity, just one closer look… She’d never be noticed at this size. But it was immoral, she should never use her size to fully voyeur on someone. Then again, she hadn’t seen Olivia in thirty minutes and she usually did. What happened if she had hurt herself? Avi would never forgive herself if she did nothing when her love was at risk.

She decided that she had to investigate, for the safety of her future bride. Repurposing one of the ropes from one of her walkways, Avi tied it to the hook one would usually use to tuck the curtains behind and headed towards the edge. She looked down at the dizzying height and gulped.

Not wanting to look anymore, Avi turned her back towards the drop and gripped the thin rope with both hands. She walked backwards until her heels reached the edge of her window. Taking a moment to breathe in before beginning her adventure, she clenched her eyes shut and slowly began to walk down the bricked wall of her house.

Slowly, she made her way downwards and only stopped when she reached the edge of her rope. Finally opening her eyes, Avi peered down at the distance she had left to drop. It was still terrifyingly high up but her arms were weak and there was no way she was climbing back up right now. 

The vibrant, green grass looked relatively soft below her. She released the rope and fell like a meteor towards the forest below. Huge strands of grass brushed against her skin as she fell, hitting the soiled ground below with a painful thud. However, she survived the drop. 

Avi rubbed her head as she sat up, covered in soil. She looked around at her new surroundings and was in awe at how tall the grass was compared to her, it was if she were in a corn field. She may have bitten off more than she could chew. However, Olivia’s life was at stake! She had to press on. She brushed off the dirt as best she could and began to traverse through the dense forest.

The ground began to change as she approached the trunk of the tree. The grass wasn’t as dense here and it was full of roots and twigs, making it much easier to walk through. As Avi continued her journey, she had a moment of dread when she remembered how many insects likely roamed this grass. She prayed she wouldn’t run into any and, just for good measure, began lightly jogging the rest of the way.

She had no idea how long it had been but Olivia’s curtains were still open so unless she really was in danger, it likely was before nine o’clock. Avi was impressed by how quickly she reached the stick and wasted no time in beginning to walk along it, holding her arms out in a T shape for balance.

Around half way up the stick, she began to feel slight vibrations under her feet but decided to ignore them and continue. As she continued her way up the stick, the vibrations seemed to be getting stronger and never stopped for even a single moment. There was nothing new ahead of her, she thought. Keeping her balance, she turned to look back, and was horrified to see a string of ants all running up the stick towards her. They were like dogs to her and their pincers were deadly, much worse than a dog's bite would have been at this size.

Desperate, Avi began running as fast along the stick as she could, totally throwing caution to the wind. Luckily, she was able to keep her balance for the duration of the run and peered back from Olivia’s windowsill to see if she was still being chased.

The highly aggressive ants were still sprinting towards her with vicious intent in their beady eyes. Avi was in fight or flight mode, she had maybe ten seconds before they reached the windowsill and then what? Turning her back to them, she peered into Olivia’s room for a moment but gave herself no time to take in the sight before sprinting towards the edge.

Avi had quickly weighed up her options, deciding that she’d rather die from the fall than be eaten alive by ants. Looking back just before she reached the edge, she saw the ants were right behind her. She leapt, screaming as she flew through the air. The first ants to reach where she just were clasped their pincers down powerfully as they tried to bite into her, missing her by seconds as they angrily watched their food fall so far towards the ground.

Avi fell in slow motion, she kept her eyes shut as she braced herself for the worst. But the worst never came. Avi fell into what felt like a pile of pillows. She opened her eyes and saw that she was in a pile of gigantic unwashed clothes surrounded by brightly coloured plastic - a laundry basket. Upon further inspection, she saw she was amongst so many pairs of Olivia’s panties that she’d have believed she had died and went to heaven if it weren’t for the fact they weren’t clean. And she knew for a fact they weren’t clean, the pungent aroma filling her nostrils told her so.

As she lay amongst the unclean clothes, thankful to have survived that entire ordeal. She took a moment to take in where she was. Olivia’s room was cluttered and messy, her laundry basket was full but stained underwear and discarded tops still littered her bedroom floor. There were plates of food left on shelves and Olivia must have been a fan of decorative glassware because bongs and pipes were all over the place. This was all a side of Olivia that Avi had never seen from her bedroom window.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open to reveal a towel-clad Olivia. Avi blushed as she noticed how barely the towel that was wrapped so tightly around Olivia went past her vagina. The giantess was headed straight for her. Avi lay deadly still, figuring being found like this wouldn’t look great, and watched as Olivia approached.

Olivia’s eyes stayed in line with the window as she headed towards it. She leaned over the laundry basket and pulled the window shut, to Avi’s horror. Avi lay on her back in awe as the giantess leaned over her, exposing her peach fuzz covered vagina and plump ass cheeks from beneath. Avi could feel her panties beginning to get soaked through, even in this dangerous situation she was immensely horny. This was the closest she had ever been to Olivia and she loved it, in spite of the filth.

With her window shut and her curtains drawn, Olivia headed over to her chest of drawers and pulled open the top drawer. She fiddled through the drawer for a moment before sighing and scanning the messy room. Locking eyes with seemingly Avi, she headed straight for her once more, only this time she was looking straight at her.

Avi’s heart raced, she dared not breathe as the giantess approached her with her eyes never leaving her exact position. Paralysed by fear, Avi could only be witness to what was happening as Olivia reached down towards the tiny girl. Avi sighed in relief as the two huge hands seemed to go past her.

However, she wasn’t as fortunate as she had been led to believe as she began to rise as Olivia retracted her hands. Avi sunk down into the fabric she lay on slightly more and noticed a pink rim of fabric surrounding her, held up by Olivia’s black nailed hands. She realised what had happened - Olivia had run out of clean panties, and judging by the brown marks Avi had noticed on the ones littered around the room, these were the cleanest pair. 

As Olivia lowered the panties towards her feet, with Avi perfectly centred in the crotch, a thunderous knock boomed through the house from the front door. Olivia peered over towards her bedroom door and stated aloud, “Oh he’s here!”. In a hurry to go answer the door, she quickly slipped her small, feminine feet in both leg holes of her panties and began to pull them up.

In any other circumstance, this was Avi’s wet dream. However, who was “he”? And why was Olivia in such a hurry to answer the door for him? Was this why she always closed her curtains at nine o’clock? Avi was seething with rage at the possibility that Olivia was seeing someone else, and terrified at what the future could hold for her. Leaving her bedroom was a mistake.

She couldn’t help but be disgusted by Olivia now. Her plans for the two of them were completely ruined so long as she was seeing someone else, especially a man. Avi watched, horrified and repulsed, as Olivia’s slightly slick vagina got closer and closer before finally making contact with her body. As Olivia pulled her panties up tightly against her crotch, Avi felt her body flattening slightly from the pressure. Olivia’s vagina, likely eager to see her man friend, oozed with anticipation and began to cover Avi’s vulnerable body.