Arrival

I wake up to nothing. I just wake. Samantha is not in bed, the bathroom light is on and there's soft humming coming from it. Someone sure is excited to start school today, but I'm not. I'm sure she has some nervousness inside her gut. Everyone is nervous about their first day at school. Maybe she's excited to get her last year of school over with. I know I'd be excited.

I curl back up in the sheets, having no real desire to wake up and go to school. It's gonna be one of those scenes in the movies where the mom comes upstairs and wakes up their kids by flipping on every light possible.

But Samantha does things calmer.

I can hear her walk over and turn on the nightstand lamp. "Caesar," she whispers gently. Warm fingers rub up against my back and shoulders like a nice massage.

"What?" I moan tiredly.

"It's time to get up," Samantha says.

I turn over and bury my face into the sheets. "Nooooo,"

"Come on, quit your complaining." Those warming fingers dig under the sheets and pick me up.

I curl up more, hugging whatever is closest to me. It makes Samantha giggle seeing my cute little actions.

"I'll let you sleep for a little longer," She slips me into her breast pocket and buttons it back up so I don't fall out.

In all honesty, I'm too tired to care about where I am or what is happening. All I care about sleeping and maybe getting something to eat then going back to sleep again. Yeah, that definitely sounds like the life, but I can't because of damn school. Lovely.

So mother fucking peachy!

I curl up in a tighter ball and cuddle up against Samantha's breast. Should I be embarrassed? Probably. Do I care? No.

It's so nice, and warm, and... "Soft," I mutter.

"What did you say?" Samantha's chest rumbles as she speaks.

"Nothing," I say, falling back into the sway of her breast pocket. Gods, it feels like heaven or a close second to it. It'd probably feel like actual heaven if I were in between her... Never mind. "Head out of the gutter Caesar."

I'm too tired to be thinking about that shit right now.

The breast pocket opens again and some shorts are slipped in. It isn't a good idea to go to school in your underwear kids so don't do it. Neither is vaping, don't do that either.

"Thanks," I say taking the shorts and plucking them free from the fingers. I slip on the shorts over my cast and underwear.

"I'll tell you this as a heads up, but I'll have to move you to a better spot then my breast pocket." Samantha bounces down the steps. I don't think it's her bouncing, it's more her top-heaviness if anything.

It looks like I'll be getting my dumb drowsy wish after all. Should I complain? I don't know. We'll get there when we get there.

I stand up and poke my head out of the closed pocket. Samantha has entered the kitchen and takes a seat at the island. Julie has made breakfast and slips it on the island for Samantha to eat.

It doesn't take long for Samantha to shovel the eggs in her mouth and spare me a few pieces of bacon and eggs.

Julie hands the teen a brown paper sack, her lunch if you haven't figured it out, and we take our leave immediately, Samantha saying goodbye to Julie before walking out the door.

"Get ready, traffic is going to be crazy," Samantha says buckling up and starting the car. "Sorry if you get queasy."

"What does that mean, Samanthaaahhh!" I'm nearly flung from the pocket.

She speeds out of the garage and down the driveway. "If you wanna beat the crazy traffic then you gotta be the crazy traffic."

Oh, I'm definitely going to be sick. I fall back into the shirt and hug the cloth of Samantha's shirt as tight as possible, gripping the white fabric while my eyes are squeezed shut. I do my best not to think about the crazy swerves and loud honking from other cars. It'll only make my head spin out of control more.

"Hold on for a little longer, Caesar, we're almost there," Samantha says taking another sharp turn and I'm flung across the pocket.

No matter how tight I hold on, I'm always flung across something.

"Sorry,"

I hold my hand over my mouth to keep my breakfast down. My leg throbs, aggravated and in pain. Darkness looms over me and I look over my shoulder to see a hand shaped shadow take over the pocket.

I'm pinned between the hand and the breast, too tight for my comfort.

The car comes to a slow stop for once and I can release a sigh of relief. "Finally."

"We're here," The hand pulls away and the button comes undone. I see Samantha looking down at me with some concern, but mostly an apologetic look. "Sorry about all that, but city traffic gets crazy in the morning and sometimes you have to be aggressive to get to where you're going."

"I've noticed," I grumble, trying my hardest to reposition myself.

"Don't bother, I'm going to move you somewhere else for the hectic morning periods when everyone is rushing to get to class and I don't want you to get crushed," Samantha explains while reaching into the pocket and plucking me out gently.

"It's not in your backpack is it?" I ask. If you guys ever travel in a backpack, don't with a capital D. It's the worst experience ever if you get motion sickness as I do.

Samantha's face grows pale. "Oh, my gods," She whips her head around to the back seat and sighs with relief. "Thank the gods, I remember this time."

A smirk crosses my lips. "Did you forget it last time?"

Samantha sighs heavily, her shoulders slouching. "Yes, and it was on the same day the button popped off my stupid shirt. Gods, that week was a wreck, a complete train wreck."

"Really? What else happened that week?"

Samantha pushes her lips together and responds flatly. "We're not talking about that week."

Okay, moving on.

"Where are you going to put me if you're not keeping me in your pocket or your backpack," I say, knowing exactly where this is going.

Samantha's cheeks become pink. "Well, you remember that day when Ashley and I hung out? The day we went shopping?"

"How could I not," I grumble.

"I'm doing it again," Samantha says.

It's not that I hate this plan, but it's just not comfortable for both of us. Last time was a merical we were able to pull it off, but now I don't know. Maybe I'm not giving Samantha enough credit here. Maybe she's gotten used to it.

"The people in this school are rough with each other, especially the boys. There's a lot of pushing and shoving and to add on top of that you have to squeeze through some crowds to get by and sometimes it gets uncomfortable. I know it may sound like an excuse, but I really, really care about your safety Caesar." The giantess explains. "I don't need you getting hurt anymore than you already have."

She's being genuine and thoughtful, and as much as I hate this, absolutely despise, this idea, I'll let it slide for the sake of Samantha's paranoia. If it makes her feel better then I'm okay with that.

"Okay," I say without disagreeing.

"Are you sure you're okay with staying in my... in there? You might be stuck in there until the end of the day?" She warns.

"Yes, yes. Let's hurry so you're not late to class."

"We have twenty minutes until the first bell." Samantha points out.

"I wanna get this over with, Sam. It's not going to be fun for me either you know."

There's a slight twitch I noticed on Samantha's lips. "I know."

She sets me down with ease on the dashboard, her hands not moving until she knows I won't slide off it.

She proceeds to unbutton her gold and red school jacket then her plain white blouse under it.

I turn my head away, letting Samantha have her little moment. Seconds later I'm plucked off the dashboard and staring down the large cleavage.

My face lights up like Rudolph's nose and I think my own nose is starting to bleed itself.

"You're staring again." Samantha's voice breaks me out of my trance yet again.

I wipe the small drop of blood dripping from my nose and apologize quietly. "Sorry,"

Samantha must not have heard what I said since she only responded by dangling me mere inches above her cleavage. "I-in you go." She sputters.

It's squishy almost plush like and so warm. Well duh, it's warm, they're boobs. Boobs are usually soft and warm. It's a good thing too or else my broken leg would be throbbing with pain. Willow says I have a few more days until the cast is gone.

Samantha squeezes me close to her sternum and begins to button herself back up. She says nothing doing so. It's an awkward silence between the two of us as darkness over takes me. I'm head deep in the fatty skin prison. Being stuck between boobs isn't a bad thing as long as nothing bad happens.

"I'm going to pretend you're not in there for the next three and a half hours. When lunch comes around, I'll take you out." Samantha's chest vibrates like a low thunderous rumble. Her heart is pounding loudly too, but not as fast as the first time we did this. "If you need something or you're feeling uncomfortable just pinch the skin and I'll fix it as best I can." She goes on to explain.

I won't be doing that any time soon. All I want to do is get this day over with.