Ellie's terrifying hands leave no room for question in your mind: you need to get behind her where it's safest. A job easier said than done. Not only is her constant flailing and hand smacking making it hard to plot a course, but she'll occasionally spin around and look for you on the floor or her palms. You try to slowly creep your way under her armpit but you're soon caught but another one of Ellie's attacks. You can see her hand padding the sweatshirt above you but there's nowhere to move, you can only pray that it doesn't crush you outright.

The light is blocked out of the sky and as you turn to look at your maker, Ellie's clammy palm slams into your face. Luckily, the hand doesn't crush you and for a brief moment, you're trapped in the stuffy prison under her palm, feeling the rigid skin rub against you as it moves downward. The hand eventually releases, leaving a thin film of sweat on your body as a parting gift. 

You resume your journey in no time, undeterred by Ellie's assault. You quickly pass under the shadow of her armpit and reach her back. Thousands of thick strands of red hair brush against the hoodie above you serving as the perfect marker for your next destination. As you get higher and higher, you start to feel Ellie's movements as she gives up trying to find you and goes to sit back down. You know an impact is coming, but nothing could prepare you for just how strong the force of Ellie sitting down could be on you. 

Just as Ellie's planetary ass makes contact with the seat, inertia rips you from your grip on the hoodie and sends you into an uncontrolled free fall off of Ellie's back. You fall dozens of stories per second but find that your terminal velocity is quite low. So now you can 'swim' through the air back towards the hoodie. You were only a foot or so off the ground when you crashed into the threads of the hoodie. Rug burn sears painfully into your hands as you try and catch yourself. Unable to get a firm grasp, you continue to tumble against the fabric until right before the bottom, you finally grasp onto a single strand of the shirt. 

You gasp and wheeze for breath, both the pain in your hands and the sheer amount of adrenaline coursing through your veins have left you in a wild state of panic. This is fueled even more by the treacherous sight below you. Ellie's ass crack is fully exposed and as dark as a black hole. The very real possibility of you falling down there eats at your anxious mind more than the entirety of the last few hours combined! Already you can smell the faint unpleasantness waft from its depths and immediately you try and scramble away from it. 

You were a couple of minutes into your desperate escape when Ellie stood up again. You catch your balance this time, but the constant tremors of her footsteps, send you swaying back and forth with her hips. Back and forth you're thrust into the hoodie until your hands slip. Your fall is justifiably much more terrifying this time and within seconds, your worst nightmare comes to fruition. Your back smacks wetly into the plush flesh of Ellie's butt. Bouncing off of it like a trampoline, your body is sent tumbling helplessly into the deep abyss of her crack. 

You slide and smack against skin that is growing sweatier by the second. By the time you land on a loose ass hair, you're covered head to toe in pungent ass sweat. Just as you try and get your bearings, the world crashes and convulses all around you as Ellie settles down on the couch. You lose your grip on the hair and fall further down onto the moist fabric of Ellie's panties. 

You're at the very bottom of Ellie's ass, the smell down here is ungodly. Desperate to escape this horrible and awkward environment, You begin searching for exits.