Ichigo took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs, "RUKIA! WAKE UP! HELP ME!" But his tiny voice was lost in the vastness of the room. He might as well have been whispering into a hurricane. Rukia didn't even flinch, her peaceful slumber undisturbed by his cries for help.
Undeterred, Ichigo tried again and again, shouting until his tiny throat was hoarse. But it was no use. He was simply too small to produce a sound loud enough to rouse Rukia from her sleep.
Just as Ichigo was about to give up, Rukia suddenly stirred. She rolled over onto her side, her massive body shifting with a gentle creaking sound that sent Ichigo scurrying for cover. But he wasn't fast enough.
As Rukia's body rolled over, her right breast came crashing down on top of Ichigo, trapping him beneath its enormous weight. The pressure was crushing, making it hard for him to breathe. Ichigo's tiny hands pushed against the soft flesh, but it was like trying to move a mountain.
He was smothered by the sheer mass of Rukia's breast, unable to move or escape. Panic set in as he realized he might suffocate beneath her unconscious form. His vision began to blur, and his tiny lungs burned from lack of air.
Ichigo's thoughts grew foggy as he struggled to free himself, but it seemed like an impossible task. He was at the mercy of Rukia's sleeping form
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