The Shrinking Rapture

The Shrinking Rapture. An incident that is unexplained that has effect the human population. Shrinking at an instant but at a slow rate. A slow rate where humans have falsely accused these ‘missing’ individuals of being kidnapped or some related serious crime. Little did they know these victims shrunk at an instant rate, half the size of a grain of rice. The clothes they wore would shrink along with them, which further proved that these people were kidnapped. Anyone was a victim. Your survival would be quite slim to none. Even if you did get attention from a normal-sized human, how would you react? Or how would they react? You are a bug, a dust mite. You easily would be smitten just for being the size of a bug. 

This story will focus on Jackson. A guy who would be sharing an apartment with a girl he had a neutral relationship with. A girl he had gone to school with and once again they met after not long of graduation year due to financial reasons. Jackson has to fight to survive from his roommate as she continues her everyday life. Being so tiny, so insignificant due to him being part of The Shrinking Rapture, Hannah had no idea someone would be spying on her. What would a tiny guy like him do in this situation?

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Tick - Tick - Tick…

The sound of a clock ticking was heard from my nightstand. It was Thursday morning. Jackson was a guy who had the responsibilities that any average guy his age would. Getting up, going to work or school, and coming home and doing the same shit over and over again. Today however was a different day, not what he expected it to be like. It was safe to say his perspective about things was going to change. Getting up from his somewhat messy apartment, he would walk over to the mirror to take a look at himself.

Jackson was an average-built guy, nothing special. The kind of guy that would love to wear hoodies and pants if he could, ironically living in a state that doesn’t give you many opportunities to wear those things. Jackson didn’t have big muscles nor did he ever try to flex to be. Fortunately by how things were he had been one to keep his form despite not going to the gym at all. He was a guy in my early twenties. Jackson was currently living in Florida and shared this apartment with a girl whom he didn't share many common interests with. Hannah. That was her name.

Hannah was not exactly the girl he expected to share an apartment with. Jackson wasn’t left with much choice considering how cheap the apartment was. They did go to High School together in fact at one point, graduation was just a few years ago by how much he could remember. But they never went out of our way to talk, were they even friends? No, not really to be quite honest. Somehow they found their way together again, not the way they were too keen on. But in all fairness, they were sharing this apartment and splitting the costs as this economy was a joke at this point. So they would be in the same boat in that aspect. Broke as fuck. Sparing the finer details, they had their moments but were able to get this to work as months went by. As long as they kept their space, everything was alright.

Jackson would take a look at himself, seeing the face he always had with the short brown hair he typically kept short. 

“Handsome as always? Eh, yeah, whatever…” He thought to himself.

Jackson would collect himself to come out of his bedroom, probably the most basic young guy bedroom you could find. A desk with a computer setup, a guitar, a dresser, and desk clutter - however he kept the floor clean. Jackson would put on a clean shirt and did not plan to shower at first. Considering he had a day off from work, he didn’t feel the need. Though, sharing an apartment with a female did make him feel self conscious about that. Perhaps he would plan that shower later. But for now, he walked out to get breakfast.

Walk down the halls he did, crossing paths with the doors that lead to the bathroom and Hannah’s room. His eyes cornered as he continued to walk towards the small kitchen they shared. He noticed it’s been quite hotter in this apartment than usual.

“Oh god. Don’t tell me…” He said to himself.

Jackson would increase his pacing to the AC unit that was hanging on the window near the kitchen. Jackson would inspect it, getting a bit fed up that they were paying for this lousy apartment to find out the AC went out during Florida's usual muggy weather!

Finally footsteps were heard followed by a sigh.

His attention towards the AC would be focused for a brief moment as noises were heard behind him called out to Jackson. It was Hannah. Did she come out to say the same thing or wait for Jackson to say something about it…? Was he left to say something about it as he was the ‘man’ of this apartment?

“The AC is out. I just came to tell you that.” Hannah said with annoyance.

Hannah, the girl with shoulder-length brown hair with braids that came down the side of her left head. She had a distinct hairstyle of choice. Jackson personally thought she was a modern day hippie by how she styled herself. Of course, Jackson wanted to be nice and held his tongue. He was sharing this apartment with her, and having a rough relationship with a roommate is quite a stress in his life he would want to avoid.

The girl was a year younger than him. Hannah would be idled there with a hand on the side of her left hip, wearing what seemed to be a white sports bra as she had a lighter-pink track jacket on that zipped up and covered most of her bra. Followed by wearing a black set of biking shorts on top of that, potentially exposing the panty lines from the firm contact against her skin. Jesus, what a figure she had. He avoided making much eye contact with that, scratching the back of his head as he looked to the side. Admittedly sports bras were one type of attraction he had on a girl. Hannah was one to pull it off well with his tastes, minus her weird hairstyle of choice - or maybe that’s what made it attractive?

Jackson was back to reality, giving a slight cough. “Ah, well, I think I was able to figure that out myself…” he said, being genuine with that response. Though it may have come out a bit more sarcastic than he thought. Hannah gave him a look as if she didn’t appreciate how Jackson responded. 

“Yeah, okay. Anyway, I’m going for a run. I came to tell you before I leave.” She said as she walked her way out the front door in such a hurry as if she was expecting Jackson to address the AC situation.

“You think it’s a bit hot out to be wearing a jacket…?” Jackson dared to ask, mustering the courage to ask her.

Jackson had a point though. She must’ve had a reason for it. Who takes a run outside in the humid muggy weather like this? With a jacket on? She had to be on drugs, maybe she was actually high? She looked like the girl that would do such a thing.

“How about you just not worry about it, okay?” Hannah said as if she got a bit defensive about it.

Jackson didn’t mean to strike a nerve or anything like that. He just nodded. “God, woman.” He would mutter under his breath as Hannah was walking to the doorway.

When she left, it was hard to resist staring at an ass like that hugged inside a pair of bike shorts. Jackson shook his head, letting his terrible horny thoughts get to him. Unfortunately with how much he consumed pornographic materials at times, it would persuade Jackson’s decisions poorly. It was one secret he had. If he let his guard down, for sure he would be looking up the same material online. Hell, a quick wank before the shower while Hannah was gone would leave him enough time, and might just do that.

Jackson pondered what to do next as Hannah was out the door. Shower was in the mind, so did jacking off. If he did, would he be wanking it to her or what he was specifically craving for? That was it then. She left without saying another word. He would get a hold of the landlord later after his shower, but he felt a bit hungry or needed something to lean more over as Jackson didn’t like eating breakfast all that much. He just didn’t have the hunger for it. He walked to the fridge and observed what was inside.

“String cheese, milk, ham…” As he went on with his thoughts.

Then something caught his eye. A protein shake? Huh? He didn’t like protein shakes as they usually tasted like shit with his taste buds. He knew this belonged to Hannah. She had more than one drink, taking one wouldn’t hurt. So that’s what he did, he took one of the bottles, giving it a good shake as he slammed it.

It tastes like Strawberry as advertised. Jackson didn’t mind what Hannah got this time, maybe he could ask where she got it. Of course, she was going to get pissed, he planned to buy her one to compensate. But she did take his food at times, unaware if it was intentional or not. It was fair game at this point. Jackson began walking back into his room, getting himself prepped up as he was starting to get rushing thoughts in his mind. His addiction.

He would give a good wank to himself before his shower. That was his plan. He planned to do it in his bedroom as it was an extra layer of privacy. If ever in an event that Hannah needed him, she wouldn’t barge in. At least that’s what never happened as of yet.

Jackson would start sliding his shorts off completely along his briefs, however, Jackson began to feel a little funny. Like, really funny. He felt like he was getting lightheaded as if he were getting sick. The head felt fuzzy and things started to look…bigger? What in the world? He was panicking. Like, bad. Something was up here. He felt like he was getting some sort of anxiety attack and needed to get someone! Thankfully his phone was in his room. But that’s when the unexpected happened. He would blank out where he stood as it was hard to even take a step. He felt as if he lost control, like an actual anxiety attack.

The man faded, he would be rendered unconscious for an unknown length of time. Jackson shrunk down to a size that was smaller than a half an inch, no bigger than the size of a single grain of rice. It would be half an hour before he would start to regain consciousness from his own body once again.

Lightheaded he felt as he sat up but now in a pile of clothes that left off a gamey smell. His smell. It smelt bad, he smelt this bad? Suppose when you’re smaller the smells around you are more distinct. Wait, where was he even…? Unfortunately, where he had shrunk, he was standing over the black basketball shorts he had worn freshly from before, resulting in him being where he stood now.

The realization hit him a bit, he was remembering what was happening to him. Quickly he tried to get himself out of the pile of clothes that were next to his doorway that lead to the hallway. After a small fight, and about five minutes of crawling over the detailed smelling fabric of his scent, he eventually made it out. Now he was half-naked as he only wore the white shirt he had, standing around as he saw his white bedroom door towering over him. His whole room, everything…was towering over Jackson!

The young man dropped to his knees, a panic attack was flaring up.

“...Oh shit…holy fucking shit…” He would pant out as his breathing was rapid.

Jackson didn’t know how big he was right now. The size of a thumbtack? An ant? He didn’t know! Jackson didn’t know what to do at this point. Suddenly he heard something in the distance. A yell.

"JACKSOOON!" A thunderous voice yelled from the kitchen.

Fuck. This made things even worse considering he could rely on only one person. Hannah. She wouldn't be knowing about the mess he got himself into.

The New Perspective

The tiny man stood on the carpet of his flooring, being rather almost lost by the fabric as the forestry of the white material would cover him entirely if he ducked down. Fortunately, he was able to scale through the carpet, but it felt like he was swimming through the carpet considering the effort he had to make to move from one place to another.

The man was lost, where to go. There were new things to adapt to. This guy did not know anything about survival either. He was rather fucked. Things got worse for little Jackson. He felt the ground underneath him giving a quake sensation, a tremor? It was terrifying as they only became more and more intensive. The sound of a giant beast was coming in his direction.

Toom. Toom. Toom.

“Jackson you dickhead!” Hannah called out behind the door as the ground shook as she stepped closer and closer.

It felt like the world around me was shaking as the door opened, swinging right above me. If he were any bigger, his head might’ve been gone. But now the biggest problem of all was right in front of Jackson. Hannah. She was…fuckin’ huge! That and looked pissed off. Pissed off. She even opened the door without knocking!? Good thing he wasn’t wanking it, he clearly forgot to lock the door!

“Why the fuck are you touching my shit all the time!? Now you’re drinking my supplement-” The girl said as she swung the door open, looking around as there was nobody in there.

Hannah looked around, not sure what was going on there. There wasn’t a sign he was home at all. Considering he didn’t have a car, Hannah wouldn’t know if he left or not. She stood there, tapping her pink and black color Nike shoes she wore as she had matching Nike socks that went up to her shins.

"Okay...so you aren't fucking home? Better be getting ahold of that landlord I swear." Hannah complained.

“Holy fuck…” He said in response, he couldn't grasp what to say at this moment.

Jackson stared up in awe, she was so big. So massive. Fortunately, his own fear overshadowed his own horny thoughts for the moment. For how long that would last would be unknown. Jackson had to get her attention. That was his priority right now!

“Hannah! Down here! Hannah!” He waved his hands as he ran up to her, standing right under her. There was no denying the view was awesome but he had to get her attention.

This was a dangerous position as Jackson did not realize she would mistake him for a bug of some sort. That is if she would take notice of Jackson. She was idled there for a moment, the girl just trying to process her thoughts on what to do next. She didn't seem to take notice with his clothes on the floor, that didn't help his case at all.

Jackson's next course of action was performing a mad dash to her left shoe, however, she began to walk away from him before he was even halfway. Jackson wanted to cry, actually wanted to cry as she stormed off to her room. He was left alone again. Running anywhere took ages for me to reach anywhere Jackson wanted to.

"Wait! Wait! Hannah! HANNAH!" He screamed, straining his own voice as this scream was very desperate sounding.

So that was it? So close to salvation and it was gone just like that. Jackson had to figure out what happened to him. He couldn’t give up so quickly. So what was next? What did he need to do? Well, there were a few options. Two for sure would be either going to her bedroom or hanging out around in the kitchen or living room when she comes out. The other was hiding out in the bathroom but that was much less ideal and he didn't want to be witnessed doing something like that to begin with. Sure Jackson had his pleasure, but something at that degree was quite extreme.

Jackson was left inside the room, forced to swim his way through the carpet he was stuck in. This sucked. He couldn't do what he wanted if he tried. It took him ten minutes just to walk himself out of his very own bedroom.

At last Jackson eyed the hallway, it seemed to go on forever with its hardwood flooring. It gave me a tunnel-view vision as it went on and on. His own mind was tricking him, he had to fight this and get through what needed to be done. Hannah was in her bedroom and that’s where Jackson needed to go. Tristian began to make his way

It would only be a few minutes and the walk to her bedroom door was unbearable. Jackson felt too weak to carry on as the more he stared off into the distance, the more anxious he felt. His stomach churned, he didn’t know how to get himself out of this. Jackson was so small. So insignificant now. His cries wouldn’t be heard. His mind faded, going into a deep thought “It was going to take hours to get there...” His thoughts were expressed.

Everything that had happened so far, it was a wakeup call for Jackson. His new perspective about things became a realization now. He was screwed if he didn't get Hannah's attention. Time was running out...

Her powerful footsteps cause a rhythmic sensation. Causing the world around Jacksons' pathetic tiny form once again to shake. The girl was approaching at a rapid rate, faster than Jackson could properly execute a plan. This wasn’t good at all!

He would be running diagonal and going left and right as Jackson didn’t know where her feet were going to plant down. Jackson was trying my best not to get crushed. Considering the hallway was hardwood flooring, it was easier to run on compared to the carpet. Unfortunately the tiny man was paying attention to her more than where his own feet were. He ended up tripping over his own leg.

The girl finally stood over Jackson, the heel of her white sock-covered foot stomping down just inches away from him, causing a huge shock through his body from the intense booming that was made.

Jackson covered his face as if it was just a natural reaction, screaming. The adrenaline was there. But she walked away, walking…over him like he was nothing. Was he that much to her now? Nothing? She seemed to not be far, she went to the bathroom door that was much closer to her bedroom door. That isn’t where Jackson wanted to go. But it was all or nothing.

Jackson cautiously followed her, trying to make his way to the bathroom door as she left it open. The fortunate thing was she wasn’t using it, that’s what he wanted to avoid.

Taking a few minutes, collecting himself and sneaking to the corner of the wall, sneaking inside, there she was. Hannah. The gigantic roommate. Jackson observed the bathroom, the toilet, the shower and its curtains would tower over him.

The filth was collected under the cabinet spaces were seen considering how low to the ground he was. So much to see. That’s when he stared at the toilet again. How was he going to use that now? Never mind that he’ll have to figure that out later. There were a lot of things he needed to adjust.

Jackson's attention would shift to Hannah and observe her closely once more. She would appear to be wearing the same thing as before her run. The last time he saw her normal size. Funny, this girl was a tad shorter than he was. He was 5'8 and she was shorter than that by a few inches Now she’s much bigger than that from his new perspective.

Hannah looked sweaty, at an unusual amount. She no longer wore her jacket as she had sweat stains in the middle and the corner sides of her armpit area of her white sports bra. She would be checking herself out in front of the mirror as she applied deodorant. Jackson showed some visible disgust, this girl was a sweat freak that he didn’t know about. Perhaps he just wasn’t meant to see any of this. He was quite worried if Hannah would hop in the shower, it would be something he did not plan to see.

“Ugh, I hate this medical condition, sweating through my bra…” Hannah spoke to herself as unwittingly Jackson was eavesdropping and spying on her.

Hearing and seeing a bit too much. Medical condition? She never bought any of this up before. Did she sweat more than the average person?

Jackson couldn’t grasp how loud she sounded now, so deep, but the feminine tone she gave, a tone at least he recognized at normal height. It was scary. took the risk to get closer to her as she was admiring herself - or complaining. Still, his little eyes scanned around, his eyes locking to the side view boob he got.

Jackson's little eyes would look over at her right armpit as the sweat accumulated would soaked into the bra that wrapped towards her front and back for support. He felt tingly down at his crotch. He fought his urges, running forward towards Hannah. He couldn't deny that side-boob perspective was something to admire.

The next thing Jackson would do was think of a plan, it wasn't a good one, he decided to walk his way to her feet. It was something he had to do. However, the closer Jackson got, the worse it became. The gamey smell once again came back, not his smell this time. This was someone else.

“Ugh, this isn’t right…this smell is awful…” Jackson said to himself as he was fighting to get closer.

He wasn’t a guy for feet, so this was more suffering for him than any guy with a foot fetish probably. It was now or never, Jackson was going to have to do something out of his comfort zone if he wanted to survive this.

He ran to her right foot, the smell was awful as before but was more intense as he would feel the fabric of her white sock. The source of the smell. It was insane by the detail of her socks. The stitching of the fabric was something that brought awe from his little eyes. He gripped his tiny fingers onto the fabric, climbing onto her sock. All was going well until suddenly…

Woosh! Boom Boom Boom. . .

Hannah’s foot started to move, lifting as a gust of wind flowed into Jackson’s face, his stomach dropping every time she set her foot down. She was starting to walk, causing him to be brought back and forth with every step she made.

"Wooah! Hannah! Slow down! I can't keep holding oooon~!" Jackson screamed.

He clenched onto the fabric of her sock, fortunately making it to the top of her foot as if he were anywhere else he would have been doomed. Jackson yelled with every stride she made, feeling like he was on some sort of carnival ride. But this wasn’t a ride he wasn’t enjoying at all - considering Jackson didn’t like heights to begin with.

Fortunately, the ride was short-term in reality, but it felt like it was going on for too long. Hannah would walk to her bedroom again, the sound of her door opening as she closed her door behind her and she stretched her arms into the air. Finally, her feet were planted flat on the floor beside each other. Now it was the matter if Jackson were to stay where I was or make a run for it when he had the chance. 

“No, running wouldn’t be a good idea.” He said to himself from his thoughts.

He looked up, seeing the display Hannah gave as he would be directly underneath her. Wow, this was something. He couldn’t help but stare once more, thus causing a rod on his member as it stiffened out with the bushy patch of pubic hair he had. Jackson honestly forgot he was halfway naked right now, embarrassing.

Considering he was about to wank himself off because of what Hannah displayed, he couldn’t help but gawk again. The shape of her body gave a display from this angle. Her chest showed the under-boob view of her sports bra, while he looked towards her backside, he would see the curves of her butt forming. He was getting a bit ahead of himself at the moment. He was loving this dynamic even if it caused pain in his neck by staring up.

"God damn." Jackson said, his eyes being wide as ever.

Jackson was forgetting why he was here, looking down at his stiff rod to show he was getting a sincere boner towards Hannah now even if he was smelling foot grime and sweat.

Jackson wanted to refuse his affection towards Hannah, he was just attracted by what she was wearing. Or did that mean something more? He was fighting his inner demons with those two thought processes in his mind. He looked around once again with desperation as both his hands pressed down on his rod as he stood on the top of her foot.

He was in Hannah’s room now. He was seeing that her interior of the room was essentially the same as his. But her room was…oh gosh…it was much worse than he ever would have thought. It was more messy than his room. She had more things scattered on the floor and had more clutter in general than Jackson did. Jackson was impressed with himself with that, did he have his shit together more than Hannah? This girl was…she was messy alright.

Hannah took a few more steps, calmer than before as she sat down on the side of her bed. Finally, salvation as Jackson would be clawing against the sock fabric of hers one last time. He had to reach up to Hannah, she was sitting in a position that made his travel much easier than before! Well, that was short lived as her right hand came down, reaching the top edge of her sock, pulling it down, causing the sock to progressively roll inside out. “Shit! Hannah!” He called up.

“Hannah! Hannah, down here! Stop! You need to look down!” Jackson said, trying again one last time.

Did this finally mean Jackson met his salvation!? Alas she pulled her sock down more and more, Jackson began to run away towards her toes and hoped to get out of this.

The sock would roll inside out along with him in it. The white wave of the dirtied cloth would rise over his body, like a wave in the ocean. In result of this Jackson would be wrapped around the sock, stuck inside the filth that rubbed against the fabric of it.

Hannah would then discard the sock with Jackson inside of it, tossing the crumbled discarded sock aside next to her exposed toes as her other sock would fall next to the sock he was in. He was trapped inside her nasty foot-scent fabric that would invade his lungs. The sock felt rather wet from the sweat that was recently absorbed. He yelled, trying to get out as Jackson desperately pushed the fabric around. He started to feel sick to his stomach, anxiety was kicking in.

“This fucking reeks…oh my god…holy shit-” The tiny man gagged as his little eyes began to water.

Hannah, why would she do this? No, she didn’t know. It wasn’t her fault! It was his for not thinking quickly enough! He had to remain calm.

After ten minutes, Jackson would glide his hands around the white, wet, and stinky fabric, eventually finding a way out. Salvation! After those ten minutes passed, he finally made it out, greeted with her white carpet. The same kind he had in his bedroom as their bedrooms were quite similar in layout. Which meant once again he had to fight to get around more than before.

Jackson ran to get his distance away from the discarded sock, the fresh air was a night and day difference. He was wheezing as his body was coated with sweat, mostly of Hannah's that rubbed against him. This for sure would get rid of his boner that was extended out before.

Jackson felt like he was cooking alive in there! His stomach didn’t get much better, so he started gagging. Jackson would fall on his hands and knees, he felt weak, tired. He stared up what Hannah did next.

Little Jackson looked up at the bed that Hannah was laying on, seeing her bare feet kicked up, dangling from the side of her bed. The thought of her feet left a stain on Jackson in a negative way, it made him feel violently ill. He needed to plan out the next course of action.

Jackson stood up as his gut was feeling like it was rotting from nauseating sensations and stress. This was hell. He walked away from the sock, no way he was getting close to that again. Unfortunately, that weird sweat smell lingered around, that was in fact how it smelt in Hannah’s room. This was uncharted territory. Considering how hot it was and the lack of an AC working in the apartment, this made things worse.

This was more of a smelly confrontation than what he expected. It could be worse, he was alive at the very least. For what he just went through, he wouldn't want to do it again.

It was time to make the next move, whatever that might be...

The Unexpected Ascend

Jackson stared up where Hannah would be at rest, laying herself back on the bed, Hannah unaware of what happened to poor little Jackson. It would make Jackson wonder if he'll ever get noticed. He had to figure out how to get her attention. So far, he was out of luck despite his close calls. He was still shaken by the fact he was standing where he was. At this rate could he consider himself fully adapted to his situation? Adapted to the miniature size he was? He adapted to being half-naked, he only wore a shirt at this point.

"Well, shit. I can't tell what to do next from here..." Jackson mumbled.

The man rubbed the back of his head, puzzled what to do next. He was scared to once again get close to Hannah. Dealing with the near deaths made him shaken just by the thought. That's when he began to observe his surroundings, at least what he could make up. The room was somewhat familiar because of its bland exterior, it shared the same design as his room did. One different detail was the fact Hannah wasn't much upkeep as Jackson was by surprise. His little eyes observed above the carpet fibers were numerous key points of interest

Something he observed next to her bed was a pair of running shoes that were recently removed from her run. There were her crumbled socks behind him that only brought disgust to him once more, in fact, a reminder of what he was smelling right now. He wasn't certain if that was himself or her nasty socks. Hell, her shoes could be a reason for the smell as well.

"Fucking disgusting..." Jackson complained.

Jackson began to walk towards her bed which only began to tower over him more and more. Hannah's feet would be kicked off the bed, resulting in Jackson not being able to scale up efficiently if he wanted to. Right now, he was at a total loss. He eyed under her bed where it was dark and likely cooler. There were totes to be observed along with boxes from Hannah's purchases.

"If I stay out from the open I should be fine. Under her bed should be alright for now." Jackson continued.

The tiny man fought through the carpet fibers that would pose trouble for him, however, Jackson continued to pull through as his light began to fade, and darkness began to surround him as he went under Hannah's bed. It was a different perspective, it was as if a massive canopy was over him. A canopy that was holding the weight of his gigantic roommate.

Jackson continued to have issues telling what Hannah was doing but for now, it wasn't much of a worry considering where he was. He continued to go deeper under the bed as the plastic totes became more apparent. There were clothing sets stored inside, including numerous objects. However, they were items that didn't spark any concern. The other boxes he noticed were shoe boxes that once held her fresh Nike shoes.

BZzzzz~ BZzzzz~

A violent vibration could be heard above, it was Hannah's phone. Jackson was alarmed over the empty threat was it would not affect him. It was a clear sign that Hannah was on her phone. All Jackson could do was continue onward and listen to what was going on from the big world that was out of his reach and control.

"Hello?" The loud voice from the bed spoke.

"Uh, hey there." Hannah gave out a sigh, putting her right arm over her forehead from the shattered sigh she gave. A clear indication she was upset.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. Just dying from heat is all. I'm waiting for Jackson to get the AC unit to work from the landlord but don't know where the dipshit went to." The annoyed girl said.

"So what're you up to?" She added, shuffling herself on the bed.

Jackson stopped as he would eavesdrop on the conversation above him. It was absurd as he could listen to everything Hannah would say. It felt dirty but it almost made him curious. What exactly did this girl talk about when she was alone? Actually, what did Hannah do when she was alone? That question pondered Jackson's mind. It made him quite stirred with excitement. Being tiny in a girl's room, he had it all if he did want to lose his respect, which he almost did a few times.

"I'm not a dipshit..." Jackson said back in response to what she said.

"Work, huh? Lame." Hannah said in response from the other end.

"Went for a run, waiting for Jackson, not sure what's next. Oh, wait! Okay." The girl sat up, causing the shift of her weight once more, crossing her legs.

"What would you do if some guy keeps drinking your shit without asking? Cuz' like I'm fed up with this shit. Weird question, I know." Hannah said, waving her free hand around with annoyance.

Jackson felt guilt as Hannah openly vented her thoughts about what Jackson did. This wasn't fair considering that she did the same thing, twisting her stories to the person on the other end. It was quite evil in Jacksons' eyes, it made him mad even. This caused him to move again, crawling to the edge of the bed where the outside world would be exposed. All he could see from Hannah was her hand waving around.

"No, like, Jackson, this dude keeps drinking my shit without asking. That's what I'm getting at. Like..?" Hannah said with a pause.

Thump. Thump.

Suddenly Hannah became restless, her conversation impacted her anxious feelings as she seemed to have the natural reaction to walk around as she talked on the phone. Both of her feet would press down on the carpet as she sat on the edge of her bed. Her left heel just missed Jackson as he stumbled back.

"Ah! Shit!" Jackson cried out, the ground shaking around him followed by the thunderous sounds of her feet. "Hannah! Down here!" Jackson would cautiously run out to wave his hands out. Now her body is displayed in full glory again, this time, on the phone.

"...Well..." Hannah began to stand, walking to the center of the room, unaware of the commotion she was causing for the tiny on the carpet floor.

"Maybe I should just lace my shit with laxatives? I dunno, just tired of this." She said, walking to her window, observing if Jackson were anywhere to be seen.

Hannah would begin to lean, resting her elbows on the window edge, idly playing with her right foot as it would be on its tip-toe. It was quite clear this girl was heavily relying on Jackson to do the dirty work for her. Calling the landlord? She didn't want to deal with that.

Jackson walked out further but where Hannah walked was quite impossible to reach her in a reasonable timeframe. He was just too small. However, the views were quite nice. Jackson was awestruck, watching Hannah lean against the edge of her window, showing her curves. This gave the view of the side of her bike shorts and the sports bra that she wore. This man, he couldn't help himself, this was stunning to look at. This wasn't the first time either he felt this since his shrinking situation.

While Hannah talked, Jackson knew walking out in the open was too risky. The man had to think, her room was messy. That might just mean she might walk around the objects she had on her floor. Jackson gambled, he couldn't take any unnecessary risks.

"There's a bag...and can't tell what that is. Clothes?" Jackson said, seeing a small pile of fabrics that likely contained clothes that were once worn or fresh. Regardless, these belong to Hannah.

"God, I gotta check this out..." Jackson said, his lust taking over. It was unusual for him to feel this sort of rush, all this was just making him fuzzy inside once more. Just looking over at Hannah by that window, he could spunk on himself if given the time.

"...God dammit, I might have to call the landlord as Jackson fucked off somewhere. I knew this was going to happen." Hannah expressed her frustration.

The gigantic roommate would start walking away from the window, and casually walking around her bedroom, avoiding any messes she left on the floor which certainly contained numerous discarded clothing pieces, a shoe or two, and shopping items. She knew she had to clean her room eventually, but for now, she procrastinated as always.

Jackson made his way to the shirt that was lying on the floor, crawling onto it he was brought into a whole new landscape, a softer one in fact, one he could easily walk. The material was blue but couldn't make out what was displayed on it. Little did Jackson know it was a shirt she got from a local aquarium. As Jackson knew, this was amazing. A shirt this big? It would take him a good moment to even reach one side to the other if it were sprawled out.

"This is fucking insane. This is her shirt?" Jackson pondered, not sure how to treat this situation. One thing crawled into his mind, a perverted one. It was just curiosity, after all, no harm was done.

"Just once, I...I think I already smell it anyway..." The man said, bringing his nose down into the fabric, and sniffing her shirt.

He could smell the intense laundry detergent and a mix of faint odors as this shirt was worn once but not long enough. "Damn, this is crazy." He said he had a lack of disgust for what he did, sniffing his very roommate's shirt like some animal. This wasn't too far off from the inner self of Jackson. He was a horny man with many desires with a girl.

The man was once again on cloud nine, the smell of Hannah must've gotten him to the point where he would become feral for her. Perhaps he always had these feelings, after all, she did get him horny just by what she was wearing. What a pathetic guy he was. The footsteps came closer, in fact, she began to stand in front of the shirt.

"W-Woah, woah Hannah!" Jackson said, his concentration shifted, seeing she was right in front of him. He looked up, swallowing as she spoke and completely unaware of him.

"...Okay, I'm going to call you back. I need to get this shit taken care of. I'll text you later. Uh-huh, bye~" Hannah ended her call.

Hannah stood there, tossing her phone on her bed as her feet would face toward where Jackson was. She eyed around, scratching her arm and then her belly with her right arm. She had to get this errand to get taken care of. Maybe she can go to the corner shop to get something something to drink. That's when she eyed down at her shirt, directly staring down at Jackson.

Jackson continued to admire the feminine figure that towered over him. This was it? Was she finally going to see him? This sparked a lot of joy inside Jackson! However, it did spoil his fun as eavesdropping Hannah was quite a thrilling experience.

"Hey! Yeah! Down here, Hannah! You can see me, right? Oh, I've been waiting for this moment! W-woah-" Tristian celebration paused.

Hannah squatted down, looking down at the blue shirt that she got at the aquarium a few months ago. Seems she was about to give it another wear as she didn't want to walk with her sports bra exposed. She began to grab the end of the shirt, unrolling the shirt as it was inside-out as she gave her nostrils a sniff into the fabric, just as Jackson once did.

"Hm, smells clean enough." She said, scrunching her nose and shrugged with a nod.

Jackson was given a great view considering his attraction towards Hannah. She squatted over him as if she was making a move on him. Things didn't seem to go as planned, shocker. This man hasn't had the best reputation to get himself noticed at this scale. Without warning, Hannah had fixed the shirt as Jackson was exposed from the outside. Did he just almost get sniffed up? Gross.

"Hannah wait! Hannah! I'm right here! God this is becoming bullshit!" Jackson yelled.

Jackson's next challenge would be awaiting him. The shirt he stood on was an error on his part. Not knowing she would wear this shirt and the fact it was inside out, now he was dangling from the outside. Fortunately, by a sheer amount of luck, he wasn't far from the collar of her shirt. He could feel the curves of her breasts underneath. This triggered his erection.

"Holy shit. Holy fuck. I...this is too much...." He panted, clawing his way up.

Hannah walked around the room, her footsteps causing her body to bounce. Jackson felt the weight of her body as it waked, her breasts being held firmly by the sweaty sports bra underneath. He stared up, eyeing the gigantic roommate of his as her chin could cast a shadow over him. Her strands of brown hair flowed around, the dreadlock of her hair leaning against the shoulder.

Hannah would walk to the mirror that was next to her sliding closet, checking herself out to see how she looked. It was questionable how Hannah viewed herself, but it seemed like it was enough. Jackson would notice how little he was, he couldn't even see himself in the mirror. If that was the case then she would never see him.

Jackson, however, kept climbing. Maybe if he could get up to her ears that could maybe help his situation. This man has been trying and trying. Failure attempt after another it seemed quite hopeless. He remembered where he was. This was when his downfall began.

"I've been at this for so long...too long...god she's so massive. Hannah! You're so fucking massive! I know you can't fucking hear me!" Jackson yelled up to her. He looked back at the mirror. "Can't even see myself from here! Oh fuck, this isn't going to work. If I let go, I'll die, I'll fucking die!" He continued.

That's when he would observe where he was. His erection knew where he was. Since he can't be noticed where he was, he took advantage of it. This man began to lose respect for himself.

"I can't take it...I'm going where I need to go. If you can't see me, you won't bat an eye anyways for what I'm going to do!" He yelled to the sky, climbing up as Hannah began to pace around her bedroom which seemed to be getting ready to march out of the apartment.

"I never seen breasts so big. Everything about you Hannah is so big. I'm going in whether you like it or not. I can't tell from reality or fantasy anymore." He continued, climbing up as he was near the edge of the collar of her shirt.

"All I know is I want you even if that's just my boner talking!" He huffed, feeling the horny feelings kick in. "You won't even know what I'm gonna do anyways-" He said, sounding as if he was going rabid.

The tiny man reached the collar of her shirt, near her neck as he could just hear her breathing, audible swallows as he could see the muscles of her throat get to work. The thought of being swallowed was not on his mind. It was a fear however that you had to be exposed to at this scale. Regardless, Jacksons mind was somewhere else. He was horny. He had been waiting to jackoff as that was a priority before his shrinking.

Hannah got her keys and phone as she began walking to the front door. As for Jackson, he took a leap inside her shirt, tumbling down into a pit. A pit that was musky and sweaty. The question was if he was going to end up where he wanted to go.

Hopefully, his sexual desires wouldn't be the end of him as this was quite the unexpected ascend.

The Booby Trap

Jackson fell, and the impact where he fell would be a different fabric material than the last. One that smelt rather more potent and repelling of a sweat smell. It almost was just as bad as her feet were. This time smelt like a sweaty locker room. Jackson was dazed considering he landed on his side, he sat up.

The man couldn't believe where he was. Landed on the top of her white sports bra, not very far from the edge of the top centerpiece. Just a better angle and he could have fallen right in! That might just been his goal to begin with. His lust blinded him.

Jackson groaned, feeling the bounce with every step Hannah would make.

The feeling of the sweat that accumulated on the center of her bra would be felt. The sweat dried inside the fabric, causing a repelling smell of body sweat. The world around him was so different. He was inside a girl's shirt. The blue tint would envelop him due to the sun shining through. The shirt was made out of a light material, it helped him see what was going around him at least.

At this moment of realization, Hannah has stepped out of the apartment with a cue of a door being shut. Once more she would be greeted with the warm and yet humid air that this Florida weather would provide. In all honesty, she despised it although she grew up with it. There were too many sacrifices however if she did ever want to move out of state, she chose to stay just for all the things she could do here.

"Ugh, I can just feel that fucking sweat all over me," Hannah complained.

Jackson overheard what was spoken above. His eyes stared up in response as her voice vibrated her upper body. Everything that her body did was apparent where Jackson would hear her internals. With enough focus, he might just hear her heart beating.

"Am I in her shirt now? You're smelling awful down here you know..." He said in a literal sense.

"Okay, easy does it? As long Hannah doesn't do anything careless and I should be fine." Jackson said, standing up as his arms extended out with his boner extended out.

"I have to be the first guy to be standing on a girl's rack right now." He laughed.

The man stumbled, regaining his balance. Hannah was walking at a steady pace. Jackson could hear what was going on around him. Even if he screamed, he couldn't be heard. That was the sense of hopelessness at this size. You had to rely on someone to take care of you, he realized that.

"Being taken care of by a giant girl. This has to be a fetish, right...?" Jackson pondered.

Jackson had no idea where Hannah was going. All he knew was she was walking. He could hear what was happening around from the distance. He wasn't even calling for help at this point. He was just embracing it. It was a strange thing to do considering all the attempts he made. But he made it this far, this was good, right? Maybe he was cut out for this new lifestyle.

"Is she going to the store? Friends house? The Landlord? She doesn't know I'm in here. Nobody does. Maybe this wasn't a good-"

Suddenly Jackson started to have second thoughts. Being stuck inside a shirt, anything could happen. Just before he could finish his sentence, he was bounced up, resulting in him going backward in the air as he naturally yelled from his free-falling. He couldn't tell what was the cause of this but it was enough motion to cause Hannah's body to jolt up and down.

Hannah sighed, walking down the set of stars to reach the ground floor from the balcony hallway. The apartment halls were exposed to the outdoors as if it were a motel. Truth be told, this apartment they lived in used to be one but was renovated. The steps Hannah made were aggressive, bouncing her body up and down, letting it go into motion naturally. Hannah didn't have the biggest boobs, but enough to make them bounce with enough effort. For a tiny guy, boobs were big no matter what.

Jackson once more was in a different spot, one where he wouldn't be complaining if he was more prepared for what was happening. As a result of Hannah bouncing herself up and down the stairs, there was enough of a bounce where Jacksons' new featherweight body would fly back.

Jackson fell on the exposed top part of Hannah's left boob, feeling the direct contact of the warm yet dry sweat sticky surface of her breast skin. Now this was where he wanted to be to begin with.

"Holy shit, that didn't take much for me to fly off like that!? I didn't think that would happen to begin with. What did she even do? Ugh, my head."

The man fell on his back this time, once more dazed as he felt sick from all the motion that was happening. It was like he was developing a 'car sick' feeling to the point he felt nauseous. This wasn't a good feeling if he just wanted to jerk off to Hannah's tits.

Jackson stared around, assuming he was on top of her left boob. He could look further and see the canyon that formed. With every step she made, her skin bounced and wiggled like gelatin. Jackson observed some of the veins that would come through the skin, a freaky detail for him to notice. But he was here. Touching a girl's boob. He couldn't help but get himself on his knees, putting his hands on her skin and giving a few tight squeezes.

"I could do this all day..." He said in response.

COUGH COUGH

Hannah paused to let out a few aggressive coughs as she formed a fist over her mouth. This caused her chest to cry for relief as this caused her chest to bounce even more. This would likely result in Jackson's panic in response if he wanted to stay where he was.

Jackson well heard and felt the coughs that Hannah made. They were audible and almost ear-deafeningly how deep and aggressive the coughs sounded. Jackson put his hands over his ears as he forced himself to sit down to prevent himself from bouncing anywhere else. Fortunately, he remained to stay where he was.

"Jesus Christ..." Hannah said to herself.

She continued to walk, reaching inside the front desk office. She felt the cool breeze, it was salvation for her and perhaps for Jackson as well. This only pissed off Hannah even more due to the fact she could be embracing this cool feeling back in the apartment.

She would approach the man behind the desk, putting her elbows on the front desk as she would be approached by the man shortly after.

"Hi Andy, I am here to report that my air conditioner isn't working and my roommate unlikely told you about it. So I'm here..." Hannah stated, keeping her annoyance hidden to the best of her abilities.

"That doesn't sound good at all." The older man said.

"Not at all with this heat. Did anyone named Jackson come to see you? Room 32? That's my roommate and I brought this up to him."

The man shook his head, Jackson would be well aware that Hannah was talking to the landlord. This voice sounded raspy and yet even deeper than Hannah's was. It was still enough that you could tell what a feminine voice sounded like.

"No, I didn't hear a thing. But tell you what, I'll get on it right now. I may have a spare unit somewhere. Room 32 you said? Name is...?"

Jackson would eavesdrop on this whole conversation, annoyed that he was being spoken over just like this. He didn't hear a thing? Maybe that would alarm that something was wrong with Hannah. She wouldn't be that dumb to think he went missing.

"I'm right here! Hannah! Andy! Someone!?" Jackson stood up, yelling at the sky.

"Hannah." She replied. "Yes, room 32. I have my keys right here, I do plan to go to the corner store not far from here, would that be enough time for me to stay out of the way?"

The man nodded, turning around to update his log on the computer. Hannah would wait, standing fully back up as she turned for a moment, her arm hitting the side of her boob on accident from stretching her arm out.

Jackson once again would have his world shift again. He would be standing as her arm hit the side of her boob, causing it to shake, causing Jackson to bounce once, losing his footing as he rolled down towards the crack of her breasts. The source of the smell would especially come from the crack of her breasts from the skin in content with one another.

"Woah! Hannah! Wait! Wait, wait!" He screamed.

He rolled deeper, sliding backward from his backside as he fell between the cracks. He would eventually stop sliding where the flesh of her breasts would meet one another. After he passed this point, nothing would be holding him unless her bra would be enough to catch his fall. For now, he was fine.

The smell was musky, the air felt even thicker than the hot humid days of Florida weather. This one left a stench that wasn't desired. The smell developed around Jackson and Hannah had no idea her roommate was between her breasts. It was clear Hannah had to take a bath. But why she insisted on waiting this long was beyond Jackson's knowledge.

Hannah turned back around, waiting for Andy to get done with what he needed to get done. Admittedly she was getting impatient as she wanted this to be over with. With the air conditioning room, however, she was convinced to milk that feeling. She folded her arms around her chest as she leaned down on the desk, her breasts pressing down on it, idly tapping the right tip of her tennis shoe on the tile flooring.

"What's going on now? I can hardly see as much as before! Her tits are eating me alive-" He said, coughing as the fleshy tit walls began to smother him.

"Hann-mMMmm-" He tried to scream, his air being cut off.

"So did my roommate Jackson even say anything? I went out on a jog and the next thing I knew he was gone." She asked, having some concern.

"No, at least what I'm aware of I haven't received anything. You know how young guys are, they do what they want." He chuckled. "Take it from me, I was like that."

"Well, if you say so." She said, idly keeping the same position.

Jackson couldn't hold on for much longer, the amount of pressure that was put on him felt as if he was suffocating. He just might considering the lack of air was being brought down to him. His face and backside were smothered in between. His boner wasn't as rock hard as before but it still would be grinded against her boob. He was more scared than horny at this point. He felt like he was dying which started to trigger his fight or flight response.

"Okay, room 32. Keep your keys, I have a master key. I'll have the maintenance on site to look at it. I am certain it'll be taken care of by the time you return. If not, tomorrow morning." The man said with a smile.

Hannah sighed "Ah, thank you. I'm grateful Andy. I'll be back in an hour or so, roughly. If I have to wait longer, I'll figure it out."

Hannah smiled, leaning off the desk as she stood up again, the pressure on Jackson would ease rather instantly. Hannah was grateful to have a good landlord like Andy. She began to walk herself out in the warm weather once more.

"Take care, thank you, Andy!" She said with a wave.

Jackson felt the world around him going dark. It progressively became harder to breathe as time went on. The voices above him would still call out to him, though, muffled but he could still make out what they were saying at the very least. Upon Hannah's release, her boobs no longer were pressed together. He was able to breathe again. The man gasped, and her body began to sweat once more. Jackson's body became wet, it was either his sweat or Hannah's that coated on top of him. Regardless, all he could smell was sweat.

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It had been twenty minutes since the last Jackson heard Hannah speak. The motions she gave were tame and did not cause any alarming motions. The intense heat was starting to get to him, he started to feel dehydrated as time went on. It wasn't just the sun that was beating him down, it was Hannah especially.

As time went on, Hannah's body felt as if it was cooking Jackson. The air felt more musky than before, a fresh layer of sweat that was produced in such an unnatural way. He was no doctor but Hannah might have something wrong with her if she sweats this much over just walking.

"...Are we there yet, Hannah? Can't believe your tits are going to be the death of me. Tired. Thirsty. All for what..." He muttered. "I didn't get to jerk off to your boobs either..." His head rolled around.

"This wasn't a good idea...I should of just stayed in her room...under her bed. Jerk off to something else she had and wait until she came back..." He admitted.

Jackson couldn't do much else but listen to what Hannah did, and what was going on around her. Cars, birds, and a helicopter likely heard, if that's what that was he heard. Some people had a normal life that he no longer had. Now his life was just about being in the boobs of his roommate he used to go to school with. Jackson could say he was a winner, he didn't feel like one right now.

There was a different sound that was distinct from the rest. A beeping chime like the ones you would hear to go inside a store must mean Hannah finally reached where she wanted to go.

After a hot walk, Hannah would finally arrive at the corner store she often went to. It was a place where she could get her small things and leave promptly. The place at least was air-conditioned, a reminder of what might await her when she got home. If not, could kill someone probably.

Hannah knew her body was not like this heat and was sweating more than usual once again. It is what it is and why she wore a t-shirt over her bra. Her skin underneath her bike shorts felt sticky and the shorts or even her panties were just sticking to her skin. It was a disgusting feeling, especially with the change of hot and cool environments.

Hannah went shopping, nothing out of the ordinary aside from the tiny guy she brought with her. There was this cute guy however that caught her interest that was inside the store an aisle over. The guy was slightly taller than she was, wearing a muscle shirt and shorts. His brown hair shared her color, he wore glasses which she did have a thing for with guys.

"Damn, didn't think I'd see someone like him around here. Fuck, he's probably taken already..." She mentally said.

Jackson would be quite disappointed to hear about this, it was clear she had interests with other guys if he could see it. But this guy wasn't in a pair of girls' tits at the moment, Jackson would likely use that argument. The man at the end just wanted to get out of the mess he was in.

Hannah continued to observe but not be awkward either. She decided to go where a stand of glasses was, playfully acting like she was trying on the glasses. These would mostly contain reading glasses but some that were sunglasses. She would try them on and keep an eye on the guy.

"Hm, should I...? Can try to lead him on..." She whispered.

Hannah pondered, she would decide to spark a conversation with him. Perhaps drop something intentionally. She saw the guy walking her way, she turned away for a moment, avoiding eye contact. She could feel the breeze he made, it made her go into bliss. Was this how falling in love felt like? She hooked up with guys before, but she never felt this sensation. It only made her body sweat even more with excitement.

"I'll do it this time..." She whispered once more with encouragement.

She turned around, her feet facing where the guy was as he was likely staring at the items behind her. Things weren't how they were however, the guy she was just admiring looked as if he just vanished. She took a step forward, her eyes darting around a few times. Her chest started to beat faster. It was anxiety and paranoia. Her breath was just taken away as this guy walked away from her so quickly.

She walked to the other side of the aisle, trying to make haste but not look desperate either. Then she walked to the other side of the only four aisles this corner store had. Gone. This guy was just gone with a lack of trace. This was weird because she didn't know if she was hallucinating or not. Hannah was disappointed.

"Whatever, he was probably taken anyway." Hannah would admit defeat.

Hannah walked back to the stand that would display the glasses and yet still glanced around, even looking over at the windows to peek outside as this guy was clearly on her mind. Hell, she'd chase after him if she could. She couldn't help but look down for a moment, this place surely had an infestation of ants as she swore she just saw one crawl under the shelf. She wasn't surprised by how old this store was.

Hannah went to collect her items in the store. A bottle of purified water, soda, and a bag of gummy worms. Nothing more. She held the bag she had received with her purchases as she walked down the sidewalk to make her way back to the apartment. She hoped the air conditioner was fixed.

Jackson would continue to be out of it, unaware of what happened from Hannah's perspective, he was dehydrated just as Hannah was. The poor little man's shirt was all soaked and wet. Whatever Hannah was saying out there was hard to make out of without proper context.

"Is it finally over...?" He said, squirming.

Jackson felt numb, his body wanted to move. The more he moved, the more of a risk her sweat would lubricate his body to slide even more. There were times he felt sticky just as Hannah did while she was inside the air-conditioned environment It wasn't considered but if he fell, he wouldn't know where he would end up. This was all a new territory for him. Who knew being inside a giant pair of tits would be so miserable. That's what you get when your horny thoughts win.

Hannah would take a rest halfway home, she had been drinking her bottle of water throughout the walk back. She felt her boobs sweating, especially between the cracks. She must've had extra sweat from before with her anxiety. Hyperhidrosis, that's what she had. A medical condition that made you sweat more than you would want, a curse for Hannah and especially Jackson.

Hannah turned to a blind corner of one of the buildings that would be out of sight from the public. She did this for a sense of privacy for what she was going to do. She lifted her shirt, revealing her bra that once again had numerous fresh sweat stains on her body. The immense heat that was trapped inside her shirt would release rather instantly. It was bad even she could smell it. Her skin once again felt cool as the breeze brushed against her belly and other exposed areas.

"Ah, that's so much better~!" She began fanning herself with the shirt, sounding like she had an orgasm of delightfulness.

Jackson could embrace some of the air that would be released from inside. All that musky and sweaty air of hers would release and give Jackson a very small amount of satisfaction as a small breeze came through her sports bra. It still was not enough to be satisfying.

A crinkle of a plastic bottle would be heard, the cap being unscrewing as Hannah would make an audible gulp, holding her shirt up to expose her armpits and general upper body. Her sports bra had numerous sweat stains to where it was just overly embarrassing. To her armpits and the center part of her bra, the wet stains formed almost to the center where the black Nike logo was displayed. Both Jackson and Hannah were going to get relief.

Jackson needed something. He was desperate. Water. Anything. His throat and lips became dry. In reality, he would be fine for hours yet, dying of thirst was a feeling he never felt before His mental screams were heard and would be rewarded. A rush of cold water would begin to drip down the crack of her breasts. A stream of cold and purified water.

"...I'm going to die..." Jackson said dreadfully. "...I'm going to..." His body froze, going into shock. He was being showered with fresh water. "...Water...Water!" He gasped.

Hannah would use some of her bottle of water to cool herself, not in a way most would do. As she leaned her upper body forward, she dumped a stream of water between her breasts to help ease the sticky and wet sensation that was caused down there. Hannah continued to be unaware that she would reward Jackson for what he was begging for.

Jackson was gifted this water that Hannah would give him. He swallowed what he could for what streamed through. He was desperate enough to lick her actual skin of flesh that would be sweat-covered and left a salty taste in his mouth. It did more harm than good, he kept drinking. The water, however, would cause more of a problem. It caused Jackson to flow with the current, causing him to slide even deeper into her breasts. To the point, that he began falling through.

He was freefalling once more, landing on his back on a wet material that held him like a hammock. The bottom piece of her sports bra. It was strong and his weight did not cause a dent on it. He would lay on his back, staring up as the water splashed down on him. He smiled, laughing.

"Ahah! You can't kill me..." He said. "...You can't kill me, Hannah..." He repeated, being exhausted and in need for a rest.

All he could see at this moment was the under-boob view he had. It was wonderful to see. The droplets of the purified water would drip between the cracks, dripping into the bottom of her bra along with Jackson. The water he dank would be a mixture of the bottle of water along with the natural sweat provided from Hannah. It was better than dying from thirst at least, Jackson took what he could.

It was safe to say from this very moment wherever Hannah goes, Jackson goes too.