A sudden movement to the left indented Jack against Trish's left boob and was plenty of a force to wake him up. Groggily opening his eyes, Jack yawned and tried to stretch. When only one of his two arms reached into the sky, Jack paused for a moment in confusion. Snapping back to reality after his moment of tiredness, Jack grunted as he tried to release his right arm from its position pinned between his body and Trish's boob. He wriggled about, tried using his left arm, anything possible he could try in his present confinement he tried, and he made some progress. Unfortunately, he soon lost any ability to move after he was jostled into a more limited position.
Having just woken up moments prior, Trish wasn't so attentive as she got out of bed to get ready for school. Yawning, Trish crawled out of bed and walked over to her closet, having completely forgotten about the little passenger riding in between her boobs. As she walked over, her impressive bust bounced a little and tossed Jack from his fairly open position to one deeper down, with all limbs pinned against her mounds. He cursed under his breath. This clearly was not the most ideal situation he could have asked for. Sure, it was nice that Trish hadn't noticed him and been mischievous with him, yet her inattentiveness also created some problems. For instance, she could unintentionally scrunch him between her boobs. Granted, Jack was very durable thanks to the shrink ray, but anything could happen. Furthermore, Trish was about to head off to shower, yet Jack wasn't quite aware of that yet.
At her closet, Trish threw her shirt off to remain in her bra and underwear, grabbed new clothes, then began walking out of her room to the bathroom to shower. Jack, now more exposed, though still down a fair bit in Trish's cleavage, tried getting his giant pest's attention. "Trish! Dammit, Trish! You forgot about me, get me out of here!" Jack irritably watched as not a word of what he said registered to the clearly fazed out Trish, whose messy hair, bags under her eyes, and apparent yawn made it obvious that he would not be seen. When she got into the bathroom and undid her remaining clothing, Jack knew he was in trouble. If he stayed much longer in Trish's rack, he could possibly drown from the running water.
As Trish stepped into the shower, Jack made one last ditch effort to escape, and it failed. In fact, he sunk deeper into Trish's chest. Now, with little more than his forehead and hair visible, Jack was almost doomed. He heard the water squeak on and the protective screen to the shower shut. It was go-time.
For the first few minutes of the shower, Jack was actually okay. Though the water soaked him and his clothes, he never once had an issue with breathing and the warmth of the water made him quite comfortable. Eventually, the water accumulated to such a level that Jack began to slip. His feet went lower and lower, followed by his lower body, and eventually his upper body, as the slick skin of Trish pulled him down. Not knowing what to do, Jack let this happen without any struggle. Of course, he wouldn't have been able to get Trish's attention, especially considering she was humming to herself and her eyes were closed. Instead, Jack kept focusing on the present moment and what was going to come next. Soon, his body found its way out the bottom of Trish's chest and just like that, he was falling down her body. Yelling all the way down, Jack was filled with both excitement and terror. "It's like a water park," Jack laughed to himself. But he wasn't laughing much longer, when he crossed over with Trish's crotch.
A very pleasant feeling suddenly hit Trish and she flinched. "What the hell was that?" she said. She bent over and looked down, finding nothing out of the norm. Shrugging her shoulders, Trish returned to her routine without giving much thought to what that momentary feeling of satisfaction was. As fate would have it, that flinch saved Jack from a most uncomfortable situation. As he was enjoying his fall down, Jack came across Trish's bush, and though he was slick from the shower, became stuck in its many lashes. The sudden jerk and slight bend over from Trish released Jack from its grasp and he continued to slide down her leg. Jack refused to think about that again and went back to focusing on the moment. Eventually, he made it down to the shower floor and sighed in relief. He was alive for the moment, and was as free as he could be. The problem now was, how could he get away? Sure, he was no longer the center of Trish's attention, yet now he was in her shower, surrounded by her and a sloped shower that he couldn't escape from because of its incline and slick surface.
With little to work with, what happens next for Jack?
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