In her cleavage.

8"

"Now I have to go for attendance for my next class, but where should I put you?" Amber pondered.

"Ah I have an idea!" Amber said, pinching my shirt and pulling me up above the chasm that was her breasts.

She then dropped me, and I plummeted for what felt like a 10 foot drop, until I was sandwiched between her two voluptuous boobs.

"Ah dang it! Why do you have to be so big!" Amber complained, "If your head peeks out of my cleavage then you could be seen!"

As if on queue, the warmth of Amber's breasts began to overwhelm me, and I felt my face turn red as I sunk further into the darkness below me.

5"

"Wow, perfect!" Amber gleefully exclaimed.

"Okay you better stay quiet, or else I'll do this." Amber authoritatively stated, before pushing her breasts together with her biceps, making the walls around me encompass my small frame.

It felt like two mattresses being pushed together by a hydraulic press, as while the surface itself wasn't very painful, the pressure felt so immense I felt like I was going to pop.

Amber released the pressure, and began to walk to her next class.

Each step she took felt like a huge tremor, sending vibrations throughout the entirety of my small frame each time her foot hit the ground.

I looked up and saw what looked like the ceiling of the art building, the walls adorned with art, leaving no space uncovered. This makes sense seeing as the two classes me and Amber share are Gym and Art, and I knew I had Art next in the day.

I saw Amber open a door, step into the classroom, and sit down.

Amber then looked down at me with a sinister grin, and Ms. Willo began role call. When she got to Amber's name, amber responded with "Here" but to me it felt like a megaphone, shaking everything around me like I was standing near a speaker at a concert.

"Is Davey here?" Ms Willo asked, and I peered out to see her looking at my empty desk, and I considered flailing my arms outside of Amber's cleavage, but before I could, Amber took her finger and discretely shoved me deeper into her bosom. I felt my legs dangle out the bottom of her boobs, and I began to feel myself slip.

Ms. Willo had continued class, and I felt myself fall more and more, until I fell onto Amber's lap, still trapped by the fabric of her tank top shoved into her belt.

I realized how treacherous this could be, as I would probably be crushed between the fabric of her top and her abs if she stood up, so I needed to get her attention, but how?