*BOUNCE*
*SMUSH*
"MMPPH! (Help!)" Jack cried. The first hour inside the girl's chest, Jack moved around as much as he could to get her attention. There were a few times he figured she might have felt him, but unfortunately each time it was just her turning and readjusting her position. After that hour was up, after being held incomprehensibly strongly, Jack lost movement in his limbs and fell limp. He began resorting to yelling, though with the sheer girth of the soft bags of flesh that enveloped him, there was little to no chance that those cries would ever make it out of the girl's shirt. Nonetheless, Jack didn't stop trying.
"MMP-I'm here! HEL-MMPPH!"
*SQUISH*
Jack briefly was able to get out somewhat of a clear scream as the student got up from her chair to leave the room, shifting her chest in the process. When the slight noise registered to her out of the room, she paused to see if she could hear it again, and this pause jostled her chest, squishing Jack once more and leaving him unable to speak. By the time Jack managed to loosen himself up enough to try and speak again, the student shrugged off whatever it was she heard as just her imagination and went back to walking, thus shoving Jack back into a monster hold. The little guy was begging that things would get better sooner than later, or at the very least eventually, but it wouldn't be until hours later that he would finally catch a break. Though there was an opening for an opportunity, the timing could not have been worse.
Approximately five hours later, the student had left campus and was heading to the apartment she was renting out with a friend. Jack was still in her massive chest, barely clinging onto consciousness. His eyes drooped, constantly falling down as sleep nagged at him to let it in. Despite this, Jack kept opening his eyes, trying to stay awake for as long as possible to make sure he sensed a chance to at least get this girl's attention. During the car ride back to the girl's place, Jack finally learned the girl's name as she read out a text message aloud. "Sarah, this..." He couldn't grab the rest of the message, but at least he had the name of the girl to try and work with. As the drive wore on, Sarah twisted in her seat a couple times, tightening her boobs together and leeching out any of the minuscule amount of life in Jack.
*SMOOSH*
Just as Sarah pulled into the apartment complex, Jack gave up. One final squeeze of her boobs had finally deteriorated him enough to the point that he couldn't try any more. Now it wasn't so much about escaping as it was surviving. And to survive, humans needed to rest and sleep, especially after strenuous physical activity. The tiny guy closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, nearing sleep just after about a minute. He suddenly felt a massive relief of pressure. Sarah's boobs had slightly parted. For what reason or how long it would last, Jack didn't know, and he struggled to wake himself up. "Wa-wait..." Jack heaved. "I-I'm a person, I'm in your chest.... help..." This pleas were just above whisper level for Jack, so to reach out to someone multiple levels bigger than him, they wouldn't work. And they didn't. For the little more time of relief Jack had, he was unable to get Sarah's attention. "No, please..." he pleaded as the squeeze of the giant boobs came back.
*SQUELCH*
Back to square one. This time, asleep.
What happens to Jack next?
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