Leslie casually dropped the device. "Oops," she faked. Jack looked at her. "What the hell are you-" he was stopped mid-sentence as he heard a crack beneath him. Jack turned his eyes toward the ground and noticed Leslie had stepped on it with her heel. He turned back to Leslie, in a rage. "What the hell is wrong with you, you dumb bitch! That was my only way to get back to normal! Now I have to buy a new one, but how am I supposed to do that when I'm this small?!". Leslie kissed Jack again, this time making it last. The suction of her kiss nearly dragging Jack's whole body into her mouth. When she was done, Leslie pushed Jack away, gave him a breather, then gave him another kiss. "Ack!" Jack cried. After the second kiss was finished, Jack looked himself over, his new apparel now decked in pink. "What... why would you do this to me?" Jack asked, dejected. "I can't... I can't get back to normal. What's going to happen with my life?".
"I'll tell you what's going to happen," Leslie spoke, grinning. Jack looked at her with a helpless face. "You're going to come live with me, and you'll llove it, I promise". Jack shook his head. "But... but I have a life... Leslie, what..." Jack's voice trailed off. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this hopeless and pathetic. "Hey, hush now, handsome. Let's go back to my place, I think we've completed our stay," Leslie soothed. She motioned him toward her massive chest, and Jack didn't have the fight in him to resist. She slid his legs in first, slowly pushing him down, stopping when his upper body was showing. "Oh, wait now, we can't having you falling out or someone finding you, you better go down a little bit deeper," Leslie smiled. Jack let out a long sigh, looking up at Leslie as she happily pushed him downward. In just a quick second, Jack could barely make out the outline of her head. Everything was dark. There was a tight squeeze on either side of him. Her chest smelled of alcohol and perfume. She began walking, her chest swaying and her boobs bouncing into Jack. He sunk a little bit deeper. Soon, he could no longer see any part of Leslie, other than the fleshy, smooth orbs that were squeezing on him. Was this really what he was destined for? Without a shrink ray, it was certainly looking that way.
At some point, Jack dozed off. He remained in Leslie's chest for quite some time, he lost count after only ten minutes. When he awoke, he was still in Leslie's chest, but something was off. Jack was edging his way further down, something about Leslie's movements was off. Even from inside her cleavage, Jack could feel her whole body swaying to and fro, off balance. He heard the faint creak of a door, and felt Leslie take her imbalanced steps, presumably inside. The door shut behind her, and Jack heard the switch of a light flick. "Oh," a slurred voice spoke from above him. Jack felt Leslie's slightly pudgy fingers wrap around him as she lifted him out of her compound of a chest. Jack looked at her face and could tell from her slow blinking that she was drunk. "Uh, Leslie?" Jack asked. Leslie smirked. "Ye- *burp* yes, cuteness?". It took a moment, but Leslie's off breath reached him, and Jack plugged his nose. "Uh, are you drunk?".
"Why, yes I am, thank you for noticing," Leslie drunkenly giggled. Jack shook his head. "Of course. Well, how's about you let me go?". She shook her head, stepping to her left in the process. "No, no, I can't- can't do that. You're- you're living with me now, remember?". Jack gulped. "Uh, n-no," he stammered, "You told m-me that you were letting me go earlier, don't you rem-remember?". Leslie put a finger on her chin, and slightly lowered Jack, giving him another view of her exposed cleavage. "D-did I? Well, if I did, th-that was a mistake. Now come on, handsome, let's get ready for bed". She set Jack on her night stand, then stripped down to her bra and underwear. She turned back to Jack, who was trying to climb down her nightstand. Leslie laughed her slurred laugh. "Where are you going, little boy? You ge-get back here". She was so drunk that she actually missed her first shot at grabbing Jack of the nightstand. "Oh, what a- a klutz I am," Leslie stuttered. She made up for her mistake by snatching Jack the second time.
"Aha!" she said. "Got you, you little rascal. Now come to bed with me, it's time- time to sleep". Jack struggled with all his might, but Leslie kept her grip firm. She shut of her bedroom light and crawled into bed, throwing her blankets over her. "Okay, nighty night, my little knight," Leslie laughed as she rhymed. She rubbed him on her lips, a failed kiss, then set him back in her chest and rolled on her side, smushing Jack into a boob sandwich. Jack was at least glad he could breathe, but he was doomed. Or at least for the time being.
Is Jack freed during the night?
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