"If I commit to this and I get caught, I'm absolutely screwed," Jack thought to himself. "I'm going to have to stick to this for the time being. I'm sure I'll find some way to escape some time soon". In the meantime, Jack just sat to himself in thought. Trish's rack, as impressive as it was visually, was physically dominating. If Jack could describe how tight Trish's boobs held him together, he'd probably make the analogy of being stuck in between a rock and a hard place, only what held him was soft.
During the dinner, on occasion, Trish would shift her solar plexus and send Jack bounding into one, or both, of her boobs. Every time she did this, a significant toll was taken on Jack. He was getting worn down from bouncing to and fro, up and down, squished. Anything Trish did made him lose a sliver of his consciousness. Fortunately, this didn't last for the entirety of the dinner. When Trish's father joined the table, Trish settled down, relieving Jack. As much as this was nice, Jack had lost any remaining motivation to contradict his gut and try to leave. If there was any time for him to make a getaway, this was it. Instead, Jack sank deeper and closed his eyes, dozing off.
What only felt like a few minutes passed, and Jack was jostled awake. "Huh?" he uttered, opening his eyes. Meeting his glance was the gaze of Trish. A sleek smile covered her face. "Good evening, little man, you all right? That was quite the time you spent inside my shirt," Trish said. Jack rolled his eyes and struggled a little bit getting up. "Oh! Come on, let's not get hasty here, Jack, you've been through a lot. We should relax a bit, don't you think?". Jack glared at her in response and began walking to the head of her bed, where a nightstand lay accessible. Trish giggled. "Okay, I think I get it. You just want to play a little game, I like that. Tell you what, I'll give you fifteen seconds to get as far as you can before I come after you. If you can leave my room, I'll get you back to your house. If not, you're mine for the night," the behemoth offered. Jack paused and looked back to her, clearly engaged with the idea.
"You know what, you've got a deal. But, to make it fair, I'd like twenty seconds," Jack negotiated. Trish shook her head. "The rules aren't flexible, if you don't abide to them, I'll just snatch you up right this minute. It wouldn't be that hard". Jack sighed, that was true. He may as well take what he was given. "Deal then, let's do this," he firmly responded. Trish grinned, then began counting. Without hesitation, and in spite of how sore he was, Jack sprinted to the nightstand and descended it in lightning speed. Within ten of the fifteen seconds, Jack was already halfway to the bedroom door. It was at this point that Jack heard something concerning from behind him.
"Ten... eleven... fifteen! I'm coming for you pipsqueak!" Trish exclaimed. Jack turned around and saw her leap off of her bed. He screamed and booked it to the door. Of course, it's quite hard to outrun someone so much taller than you, and given the fact, Jack didn't make it much further before Trish captured him. She tightly squeezed him in her hand and made it back onto her bed. "Trish, you fucking liar!" Jack yelled. "What about the stupid rules?". Trish warmly laughed. "Seriously? What about the rules? What are you going to do about it, squirt? There's nothing you can do, cause you're my little pet now. Be grateful". Jack struggled mightily, shaking himself more mobility from Trish's hand, but that didn't last. Trish laughed, regained her grip, then gave Jack a kiss.
"I like your feisty nature, Jack. That'll serve you well for tonight," Trish hinted. After being pulled away from Trish's lips, Jack froze in fear. "What do you mean?" he nervously asked. Trish's facial expression turned from one of mischief, to one of downright trouble. "You're gonna find out, little man, our night together officially begins".
What is Trish thinking of doing?
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