You wondered if this turn of events was the luckiest break you could hope for. If you left now, maybe Kate would wake up and write this whole thing off as a weird dream and go about her business. You turned to make your careful descent off the bed, but we’re struck with a pang of guilt. You looked back at the unconscious giant. This was your fault. It wouldn’t be right to leave her like this. With a sigh, you turned back and walked towards Kate.

Waking her wasn’t about to be an easy task. You mapped the contours of her clothing, like a rock climber planning a route to scale the face of a cliff. It seemed like her jeans provided the easiest climb. You took a deep breath and limbered up for what would be the most intense exercise you’ve ever had to do. Grabbing a fistful of denim, you began to climb up her leg. 

You reached the summit - Kate’s upper thigh - after a few minutes. The climb was even easier than you thought, but taxing nonetheless. You wanted to stop, take a seat and a breather, but you knew she could wake up at any moment and stand, sending you to the floor as a pile of splintered bone. You pressed on, walking across her body. 

Although this mission was one born of genuine concern for her, it had to be said that Kate had one hell of a body. As you walked across her belly, experiencing the bizarre sensation of the ground rising and falling with each breath, you found yourself looking hypnotically at the large mountains ahead. You prepared yourself for yet more climbing; you felt like a pervert, but there was truly no way around. Like it or not, you were going to have to climb Kate’s breasts. This proved harder than the leg; the denim of her jeans was much sturdier than the flimsy cloth of her vest top, and as such you had several false starts before making any actual progress, and that required significantly more strength than the last time. 

But you made it. You stood on her left breast and took a moment to look back at how far you’d come. Her body was like a landscape, nothing but rolling fields of soft skin, teasingly covered by enormous tarps of cloth and denim. You felt a breeze on your back, and turned around to realise it was her breath being expelled from her nose. You were close now, just a short walk to reach her face where surely you’ll be able to wake her up.