The next few less-than-comfortable hours drag on, and you doze of fleetingly over time. The tight spot you were in was only worse every time Beth sat down. And though you could stil breathe when she sat, you cherished the moments where she was walking from class to class, few and far between. But the girl had been prudent to place you in a pocket of space in the panties that wouldn't get you crushed right on the spot... which meant she still had plans for you later. Exhaling a nonchalant sigh, you rest your head on the fabric. Sleep evades you, however, until about four hours has passed since Beth dropped you in there. As you come to, though, things took a turn for the worst.
Slowly allowing your eyelids to part, you look around. Oh yes, now you recalled where you were: Shruken down to a half an inch, possibly by the giantess who was carrying you around with her in her underwear. You hadn't really had time to ask before she put you to work. At least she hadn't poked you more than a few times before, you think, sitting upright in the black 'room'. But something was wrong here...the sounds of classrooms and hallways were gone - there was only the consistent humming of a voice you recognised as Beth's herself. What had happened while you dozed off? Tearing yourself from a sit to a run, you peel back the outer layer of the panties and squeeze through the opening, mouth agape.
The grinning visage of Beth looking backwards. Having passed from the pants to freedom on her butt, the giantess was already feeling your soothing steps on her. Crap, and you had been hoping that there would be a chance to escape without the two gigantic searchlights (her eyes) caught sight of you. Beth snatches you up with an underhands, backward grab and you feel helpless once more in her tightly-closed fingers. It felt like being lifted away by a crane, in a sense. But you were tired of these chores, it was time to be bold or remain silent until she really got aggressive...
"Please, enough of this, can't you just let me go now?" You implore her, searching for her eyes with yours.
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