RR Janet Greene - Chapter 12

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Reduction & Relocation: Janet Greene

Chapter 12 - Actions. Have. Consequences.

[February 13th, 2010]

Matt expected to see light and breathe fresh air shortly after Janet got up to start her day. Her bedsprings creaked and his world of jiggly peach fat rotated ninety degrees, but there was no acknowledgment to him.  Not unless you count blasting him with noxious gas acknowledgment. 

She was on the move now; where to? He had no idea.  And then the peachy fat that consumed him  turned into hardened globes of cement as she sat down.  He could tell from the lack of cushion that she had taken a seat at her dining room table as opposed to her office.  What was she doing? Eating breakfast?  If so, great.  Matt was stubbornly committed to his hunger strike and even though she might look at this as a punishment, having to smell her rank ass crack was the most effective deterrent to hunger he had going for him. Normally he would have heard the clanging of silverware and plates, but he heard none of that.  Instead, he heard thin plastic crinkling. And then he heard the shear sound of scissors.  How strange…

And then she was on the move again, her bulbous cheeks clenching violently with every step.  He heard keys jingling and he knew that she was sitting in her car.

The rumble of the car engine roared to life, and Matt was jostled by the vibrations as Janet settled dramatically into the driver’s seat. The pressure increased tenfold as her full weight bore down on him, smothering him even further into the unforgiving depths of her heated seats. He could hear the muffled thrum of the road as she drove, but all he could focus on was the oppressive heat radiating from her body and the slick layer of sweat that was already beginning to form. 

It was even hotter than yesterday! He heard it on the radio!  Why was the heat blasting and the heated seats turned on?

By the time they arrived wherever they were going, Matt’s world had turned into a humid nightmare. He had no choice but to endure, helpless as she strode inside a building and when Matt heard the sound of weights slamming, his heart sank.  And just like that, Matt was forced to accept that a break from Janet’s deep, sweltering crack, no matter how brief, was nowhere on the horizon. Luck was laughing at him, and her laugh was just as ugly as Janet’s.  No, never mind…that was Janet’s laugh. Without a word to Matt, Janet began her workout.

The temperature in her sweltering crack soared. The squats, the stretching, the lunges…they all sent waves of pressure crashing down on him, the movement churning the already moist air into a suffocating, heavy haze. She moved on to leg lifts, which were agonizing. At full extension, when her feet were straight up, her glutes lifted from the thin exercise mat and spread just enough to dislodge and disorient him.  And then her legs came down and so too did her hanging cheeks, compressing with a vengeance into the mat.  This went on and on.  Sweat began to drip freely from her skin, pooling in the crevices where Matt was trapped. But he refused to let any of it anywhere near his lips…best he could, anyway.

And if Matt thought things were sweaty then, they were about to get so much worse.  The general hustle and bustle of the gym quieted down.  At first he thought she was finally leaving, but he should have known better.  He heard a heavy wooden door close and the strong hissing of steam.  Somehow, the faintest notes of pine and eucalyptus seeped in through the many layers of sweat-soaked fabric and penetrated the doughy gluteal walls.  The biggest indicator was the unbearable heat.  Someone had grabbed the temperature knob in Janet’s ass crack and turned it to the max setting.  Janet settled onto the wooden bench, her gelatinous ass deforming around the wooden slats.  

She was in a sauna.  And Matt was in pure agony.

As the session dragged on, Janet occasionally shifted, adjusting her position and casually grinding him further into place without a second thought. For her, this was relaxation. For him, it was a grueling test of his endurance, but there was no reward on the other side…only the one he’d make for himself.  He knew what she was doing.  She was trying to get him to cave.  SHe was trying to surround him with her sweat.  As gross as it even was to think, she was trying to tempt him.  

Get real.  

He trembled, he shook, and he prayed for it to end.  But even as the copious sweat pruned his fingertips and toes, he allowed not a single droplet of the ass sweat ocean to pass his lips. And when she finally got up to leave, Matt allowed himself the slightest hint of pride.  He’d been through the ringer, and he didn’t cave.

** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Janet lifted her left glute from the hard wooden seat of her kitchen just enough to slide a few fingers down between her cheeks.  Once they found him, Matt resisted in no way.  Was he happy to get out of her ass crack?  Of course he was.  But he hadn’t forgotten how incredibly angry she’d gotten last night.  Honestly, Matt was afraid of which Janet he was going to be seeing.

Luckily for him, her face wasn’t wrinkled up and contorted into that ugly expression of anger.  Instead, it was the typical ugly expression of smugness and a hint of sociopathic self-superiority.

“Good morning, Linty.” Janet said, setting him down on the table in front of her. 

Matt swallowed nervously. “Good morning, Miss Janet.”

How was he supposed to handle this?  She looked annoyingly chipper enough.  There’s no way she could have forgotten–could she? 

“How are you today, Miss Janet?” Matt asked.

Without looking down, Janet tore a paper towel square and gently dabbed the sweat from her forehead and neck.  “Oh, I’m doing just fine, Linty.”  The silence continued as the hand dabbing at her collarbone dipped below the table’s surface and the two of them stared for what felt like minutes. Janet didn’t look upset.  She was shifting in her chair, almost as if she were dancing…but then she clasped her hands together and interlocked her thick fingers. Her breasts rested heavily on the table’s edge as she leaned intimately close. “Alright, so I’m gonna cut right to the chase.  I’m going to give you one chance–just one…” she squinted her eyes and held up a single finger.  “...to apologize to me.”

And there it was.  Inside, Matt’s mind raged.

You smug, insufferable whale.  Do you really think I don’t know what you are?  How fucking sad and vile everything about you is?  You’re a bully!  You’re a goddamn tyrant!  A disgusting, self-absorbed monster who gets off on making someone helpless feel just as miserable as you surely do.  You want me to grovel?  Fine.  You can have it if you’re going to make me.  But you can’t make me do everything.

“Miss Janet…” Matt’s words stuck to his throat like molasses.  God, this was so hard.  “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I shouldn’t have called you…” Matt paused.

That word was the most accurate thing I’ve ever said to you.  It doesn’t do justice.  I’m literally covered in the blasts from your farts and yet you’re even more pathetic than I am.  I regret nothing.

But he didn’t even dare repeat it again.  He knew full-well the word’s power to send any woman into a rage.

“...that word. It was wrong of me to use it.”

Janet touched a finger to her lip and thought for a moment. “I don’t care as much about that, Linty.  Yes, you’re going to be punished for it. Of course.” She said with a light laugh as if it was as obvious and logical as the sun setting in the west.  “But you’re going to be heavily punished for interrupting me.”

Matt was ready to argue, but then he remembered he dare not break another one of Janet’s terrible rules.  That…and he was pretty sure he did actually interrupt her.

He treaded lightly, allowing at least a full two seconds buffer between the end of her sentences and the beginning of his. “I’m sorry I interrupted you, Miss Janet.  I…I got carried away.  It’s just that I was so hungry.  I wasn’t thinking clearly. And I was tired…still trying to get used to this.”

Janet laughed; however, it wasn’t a polite chuckle or a friendly giggle.  It was that mean-spirited cackle–the kind that bullies do perfectly.  All she was missing was a pudgy finger pointing at him. 

Who the hell laughs at someone who just apologized?  Evil, sweaty bitch…

It looked like things were back to normal now…or whatever the hell this was, anyway. “Well, you seem much more reasonable now.” Janet sighed and gestured to wipe a tear from her eye, riding the falling crest of her jovial laughter.  “So I guess you had a midnight snack or two?”

Matt shivered and almost puked.  

No, I didn’t lick ass sweat out of your crack, you circus pig. And I NEVER fucking will!

“No, Miss Janet. I…” Matt took a deep breath.  Could he really do this?  Or rather–maybe the better question was could he really do this without invoking her wrath again?  “I want to be as respectful to you as possible, Miss Janet.  I swear. But…I just…I just can’t do it. I really just can’t.”

Every muscle in his body tightened as he sat there, helplessly waiting for her response, waiting for her to explode on him again, but her chipper smile remained untarnished.  If anything, she looked even more at peace than before. Good god, was he actually convincing her? Was he winning? If not winning, he was definitely ahead.  

And what do you do when you’re ahead? You get more ahead.

“I…I know how much you’ve done for me, Miss Janet.” Matt lied.  “And I appreciate it.  I know…it’s not easy taking care of me but you…you do it so well. Could you please just…find it in your heart to feed me some normal food?”

Janet rested her chin on her palm and bathed in the silence.  “Oh my sweet little Linty.  You’re really not going to cave on this, are you?”

Matt felt a smile creeping in behind his lips but he didn’t dare show it yet just in case. But he was having a hard time hiding the light of excitement in his eyes.  Had he really just charmed this thick spinster into finally feeding him?

“I’m just so hungry, Miss Janet.  I’ll do anything.”

“Okay, Linty.  You win.” Janet said. The wooden chair supporting her weight creaked and groaned as she readjusted, reaching directly behind him.  “Open your mouth and close your eyes.”

Matt stared up in silence at Janet.  Did that really just work?!  Was that all it took to push her over the edge of consideration?  Flattering her with halfhearted compliments on her intentions?  God, he didn’t think it was possible but he’d just lost even more respect for this lonely, sad woman.  In all the self-reflection on his success, Matt hadn’t realized that the seconds were ticking by; and Janet now raised an impatient eyebrow.

Terrified of being perceived as insolent, Matt slammed his eyes shut.  

“Close those eyes tighter.  And open wider, Linty. Don’t make me change my mind.”  Upon hearing the flicker of attitude, he opened his mouth so wide that his dry lips cracked. He could feel the cold air touching the backs of his molars. His tongue felt like sandpaper gripping against the ribbed roof of his mouth as he extended it out like he was trying to catch raindrops.  Perhaps it was stupid, but he allowed himself to really believe that he was about to feel a morsel of food fill his mouth.  Something savory like steak or sausage.  Or perhaps something delightfully sweet like coffee cake or a donut.  Did he dare dream about it being a bagel with cream cheese?

He felt the air shift around him as Janet moved. Something dry and soft grazed against his face and then against his parted lips and tongue.  Was it food?  It didn’t feel like it…and it certainly didn’t taste like it.

“Shoot, I cut it a little too big. Oh, it’s probably fine.  II–hey! Don’t you dare open your eyes!” Janet said firmly.  

“I’m not Miss Janet. I pro–mphhh!”

Matt’s assurance wasn’t very valuable to Janet; he was cut off mid-word as something strange and cushiony was abruptly shoved into his open mouth.  Matt’s head and neck were far too weak and they buckled under the force. Janet wasted no time in assisting him, her fingers curling around the back of his head to hold it firmly in place. With his resistance decidedly neutralized, she was free to press the object further into his mouth.

Was it some sort of impossibly dry cake?  It definitely wasn’t a pleasant taste either. Almost soapy. The dry, porous dessert lacked any pleasing flavor, and even after his entire oral cavity had filled with the bone-dry, overcooked batter, Janet apparently was determined to fit even more into his mouth.  She wanted him to take an even bigger bite. 

“Mmrrphh! Mnnfffphh!” Matt tried to speak, but his words were completely muffled by the intrusive object filling his mouth–garbled into unrecognizable squeaks. The strange, spongy texture expanded against his tongue and it left no room for coherent sound to escape. 

Matt raised his hands toward his face, instinctively trying to resist, but Janet was ready.

“Oh, no you don’t.” she said, her tone light and carrying a hint of amusement.  

She forced his hands back to his sides with just a pinky and ring finger, and there his arms remained at his sides with no apparent strain on Janet’s part. With her other fingers, she continued to push hard enough for Matt to feel like his tiny little head might explode in her fingertips.  He squirmed and kicked, but it was like fighting a steel vice–her grip just didn’t budge.  He just wanted to know what she was feeding him!  And somehow she was turning something as incredible as a normal feeding into a traumatic event.  

He let out a muffled whimper, his body trembling as he was shown once again just how powerless he was to stop her.  Matt clenched his jaw and bit down, figuring that every mouthful he could swallow would be one less mouthful of precious volume dominating his space.  But he was far too weak.  Far too small.  Maybe he should try biting off a piece and swallowing whatever this was? He gnashed his teeth into the plain dessert but the surface area indented with his bite.  Was he really so weak that he couldn’t puncture a slice of cake?  Was it because of how stale and bland it was?  

Why is she STILL forcing more into my mouth?!

“Almost done, Linty.” Janet said, rubbing the back of his head. There was barely any free space in the cavity of his mouth now, and the strange, compressed texture was weighing heavily down onto his tongue. And then he felt something stretching over where her finger had been.  Over the back of his head.  He felt like he was at a doctor’s office, having some horrifying procedure done to him and tears began to form in his closed eyes.

“Okay, Linty. You can open your eyes.”

The first thing he noticed was Janet’s fingers fluttering away from him. They now drummed along the tabletop as she stared on with a satisfied smirk, and yet the incredible pressure on the back of his head wasn’t relenting. And the chunk of cake in his mouth wasn’t going anywhere, despite him practically breaking his tongue trying to force it out. 

It was then that his eyes fell upon what was in his mouth.

It was teal and purple.  Not very common colors for cake…or for any kind of food.

And that’s because it wasn’t food.

Much to his horror, Matt slowly came to accept that what Janet had forced into his mouth was not cake.  It wasn’t food.  It was a giant cut square of teal and purple sponge! Matt’s first instinct was to try spitting it out but Janet’s fingers were already sliding against the back of his head, adjusting a set of small pink straps that tightened against his cheeks and temples. 

It was like a ball gag! Only instead of a bright red ball, it was a cut-up piece of sponge.  But why?!  If she didn’t want to hear him talk, she could have just stuffed him up her butt like she usually did.  

“There we go.” Janet said with a satisfied hum. “I’m used to Rusty so I cut the sponge a little too big, but we made it fit didn’t we? Bodes well for us that you’ve naturally got such a big mouth, huh?” 

Matt’s hands shot up to his face, clawing at the straps digging into his skull.  He pulled frantically but quickly realized that any attempts to remove the straps only seemed to tighten them, digging further into temples and cheeks, not to mention forcing the dry sponge square even deeper into his mouth.  Now it was pressing against the roof of his mouth, even displacing his tongue in order to take up as much oral volume as it could.

“Relax, Linty.  Stop fighting it.” Janet said with a soothing voice.  “We didn’t need to do this, but you forced my hand.  And now you’re going to have to get used to it…at least for a little while.”

A few seconds passed and Janet raised an eyebrow.  

“Do you understand what I’m telling you, Linty?”

Unbelievable…she’s really going to make me talk with this fucking ball-gag of a sponge in my mouth?

“...ynnphh, Mmf Jnnnt”

Janet gushed down at Matt and his cheeks burned red.  He couldn’t even imagine how pathetic he must have looked to her right now–cheeks puffed out and deep-throating this sponge with a net of pink straps stretched around over his face and head like thick, heavy-woven spider legs.  Somehow, seeing the look of pity on her face made him even more embarrassed than when she pointed and laughed.  It just spoke to how one-sided this battle was.  How one-sided every one of his battles were with her.  She always got the upper hand.  She always won.  And she knew it. 

“I get that this is a lot for you.” Janet said.  “You’re coming from a girl who was clearly way too lenient with you. I sort of blame her for this–both your attitude and your sense of entitlement; it's because of her that you’re getting the shock treatment here. She did you a disservice; tsk, tsk, tsk.” Janet leaned onto her left side and plunged a hand down the back of her sweat-soaked leggings.  Much like she did when she was retrieving him from her crack.  “But at the end of the day, you need to understand that your actions have consequences.  And Miss Janet’s gonna teach you, little pumpkin.”

It was lucky that his pleads of protest, laced with profanity and disdain, were muffled by the wad of dry sponge in his mouth. But he shouted at her all the same as she smiled with a casual pleasantness. 

When her fingers returned to view above the table top, they held a crumpled paper towel.  It was once a pristine white, perforated square but now, after what must have been just a few moments in her ass, it now resembled an off-white, thoroughly soaked clump.  These weren’t the cheap paper towels, mind you.  They were super absorbent.  And yet the material seemed saturated to the point that excess droplets peaked and easily rained atop the dining room table.

“See this?” Janet asked, gently waving the soaking wet paper towel mush.  “All natural.  Packed with electrolytes, vitamins, minerals.  Everything a little Linty needs.”

One finger looped in under his ass, a second one across his back.  And the third finger cradled his head in place as the other hand positioned the paper towel over top of Matt’s trembling body.  She craned his neck back, putting him into full ‘baby bird’ position, and then Janet began to wring the saturated paper towel out over top of his upturned face.  Beads of sweat sprouted from the paper towel as her grip tightened. They quickly grew too large and cruel gravity pulled them down from the paper towel toward Matt’s open mouth. He instinctively tried shutting his mouth but the sponge wouldn’t allow it. The first droplet hit the sponge with a soft splat. His eyes widened as he watched the curvy dome of the sweat droplet disappear and quickly absorb into the dense sponge fibers. 

“That’s a good boy.” Janet cooed.  Another drop fell. Then several. For every ounce of resistance Matt offered as he watched more and more droplets greedily absorbed by the increasingly less-dry sponge, Janet was prepared to offer counter-resistance to keep him firmly locked in place. The rapid-fire shot of droplets turned into a stream. 

The sweat moved agonizingly slow through the fibers of the sponge, like the ocean taking her time to claim a proud ship.  He first felt the hot perspiration against his nose, cheeks and chin.  And then against his lips.  Right now is where he would have slammed his mouth shut but he couldn’t.  Not normally a problem when he was buried in her butt.  Even with all that oppressive cushion and hideous jiggle, she wasn’t stopping him from covering his mouth.  Now she was.

“Did it get through yet?” Janet squinted down, eyeing the nearly saturated sponge with fascination.  And then she burst into laughter as Matt exploded into a frenzy of writhing that was so over the top and unexpected he almost broke free of Janet’s grip. Almost.

“There it goes.” Janet’s sing-song tone reeked of condescension thinly veiled by mock compassion.  

The sweat pooled, inevitably as it would, at the generous portion of sponge tucked in Matt’s mouth. He now fully regretted the flailing and flapping of his jaw; it proved counterproductive to say the least, as his teeth were now fully embedded, gripping the sponge like the teeth of a bear trap. There was nothing he could do to stop gravity as Janet’s ass sweat collected on his tongue, assaulting his taste buds with salt and the molecular concoction of her unique and vile body odor.  He gagged in reflex, but there was no getting away from this.  There was plenty of sweat seeping through the sponge, and yet Janet continued to wring every last drop from the flattened paper towel.  A good portion of it dribbled down his chin and around his cheeks.  Those streams of ‘Janet Juice’ would waste against the wooden table top, destined to evaporate and re-enter the apartment’s air supply.  But the droplets that passed through the sponge and between his lips?  Not a single drop would be wasted, try as he might. They were on a one way trip.  

Matt continued to fight in any way he could.  And why? Because he had to.  The sweat crept over his tongue and tickled his palette, but just as the salty fluid reached the back of his throat, Matt slammed his tongue into the roof of his mouth.

No way he was giving up without exhausting every possibility.  No way he was giving up without a fight. But much to Matt’s horror, this strategy was not working for him.  With so much sweat still pooling through the sponge and entering his gaping mouth, and with nowhere for it to go, Matt’s gaping maw may as well have been a swimming pool.  If he could have shut his mouth, his cheeks would have been bulging with Janet’s ass sweat.  His tongue was literally marinating in the salty, stinging flood. The sweat filled his mouth and coated every square picometer of his taste buds.  

Just don’t swallow.  Don’t do it. Please.  You’ll never be able to un-do this…

Matt bit down harder against the sponge in frustration and the excess sweat gushed like the juice of a ripe pear, trickling through the narrow gaps in his teeth. He wanted to resist.  He had to resist. Swallowing meant defeat, but the liquid just kept coming, collecting in his mouth until he felt like he was drowning.  In the end, it was his own body that betrayed him, giving up far sooner than his mind would.  His gag reflex kicked in and his throat convulsed.  With one involuntary gulp, the seal created by his stiff tongue pressing against the roof of his mouth loosened…and the flood gates opened.  The warm, viscous fluid flowed freely down his throat with an unstoppable, relentless power, like a beer bong filled far too high.  

The perspiration was thick.  Gritty.  It burned like fire going down his dry, cracked throat but at least his super sensitive taste buds were no longer submerged in ass sweat. The strong and continuous flow finally began to narrow, but that didn’t mean new mouthfuls weren’t collecting rapidly right behind the last.  Matt breathed in sharply through his nose between noisy gulps. Matt lacked the vocabulary and clarity of thought to fully explain even to himself how humiliating this was.  But the worst part of it all?  The absolute most horrible thing about swallowing Janet Greene’s ass sweat?  

It was actually quenching his thirst. And satiating his hunger.  

As his stomach began working to break down the sweat molecules, it was as if a dingy sheet of cellophane had been lifted from his eyes.  The gnawing ache in his limbs had dulled, replaced with the hints of faint energy. His breathing felt less labored. His muscles less stiff.  He could see clearly now, and his reflexes were returning.  The ass sweat was doing for him exactly what Janet said it would.  

No matter how much he hated her…no matter how much he positively loathed himself for swallowing even a single drop of her perspiration, Janet had been right.  Janet’s body had fed him.  Janet’s body was keeping him alive. And with that, his survival was now even more intimately linked to her.  

“Well would you look at that.” Janet said, biting her lip and squinting her eyes down at Matt.  “Your little face isn’t as pale anymore.  And those sad little eyes have a bit more life in them.”

Matt refused to meet her gaze, clenching his fists at his side, but best believe he mumbled out a garbled, muffled ‘Yes, Miss Janet’.

“I hate to say I told ya so–actually, no I don’t.” Janet cackled, stroking Matt’s soaking wet chest.  “I told you, Linty.  Didn’t I?  I told you this was for your own good and that you needed it.  You fought me, you doubted me, and yet here we are.  You’re looking healthier already, and it’s all thanks to ‘Janet Juice’.”

Matt squeezed his eyes shut, and shot out another ‘Yes, Miss Janet.’

“I think you get it now too, but you know what the best part is?” Janet asked, leaning in like it was a state secret.  “The best part…is that I don’t even need you to understand.  Not with this fancy little device.  You can sulk, pout, cry, and resist all you want.  Be as big of a spoiled little infant as you want. It doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t…not unless you’re trying to make me gush over how cute your struggles are.” Janet laughed.  “I could have just let you keep going without nutrition.  Another girl less gracious than me might have let you just waste away into nothing…even less than you already are. But not me.  Not Miss Janet.  I’m here for you, Linty.”  

Janet smirked, stroking his sweat-slicked hair back. “Aw, Linty.  You’re learning so much, aren’t you? I feel like I’m probably blowing your mind right now.”

The flow of sweat from the sponge hadn’t completely stopped, but the flow was drastically less now.  Only a few droplets every few seconds, not anywhere near the rapid mouthfuls of just a few minutes ago.  Matt’s breath slowed, his chest rising and falling as he stood there, trying to recover from the ordeal. It was over. Finally, it was over. As much as he despised what had just happened, at least he could cling to the fleeting comfort of it being finished.

Janet’s massive fingers descended toward him, wrapping around his body with infuriating ease. He found himself voluntarily climbing into her grip, desperate to have this sponge and strap assembly removed from his head.

"Alright, my dear," she said with a sing-song tease, lifting him off the surface but no higher than the protruding pouch that was her stomach. She was being so nice now.  And why shouldn’t she?  She had won.  No, winning doesn’t even begin to describe what she just did. She asserted a level of dominance over him that he didn’t even know existed.  Matt felt as if he’d lost his identity.  His past. His future.

"Dinner’s over. Playtime’s over. It’s bedtime for Lintys."

Matt’s sweat-filled stomach dropped and a wave of muffled panic escaped his throat. 

“Mmmphh! Mphhh!” His hands shot up toward his face, clawing desperately at the soaking wet sponge strapped over his mouth. He didn’t care how pathetic it looked; he had to get it off before she shoved him back into that suffocating prison of flesh, fat, and funk.

Janet noticed immediately. Her laughter filled the air. “Oh, you’re being SO dramatic, Linty. Keep acting like this is the worst thing in the world; you’re this close to convincing me.” Janet moved him around to the back of her yoga pants, exposing her crack. “You’re going to wear that sponge tonight, and you know why?"

She tilted her head, her mocking smile finding him hovering near her hip before she lost sight of him at her lower back. "I’ve never seen so many of my rules broken so fast. Rusty had some pepper in his step but he was nothing like you. Do you have any idea how angry I was with you?  If you knew how close you came, Linty…good heavens…the last time I’d gotten that wound up…”

Janet’s eyes wandered as if she was somewhere else, and she let out a chuckle.  “Honestly you have no idea how easy you’re getting off here.  Maybe I’m just turning into a softie. Anyway…what has the theme of today been?  

“Actions.”

“Have.” 

“Consequences. So now you’re going to think about what you did while you keep wearing it. Understand?”

Matt felt all the fight leave his body like carbonation from a now flat soda.  “And I didn’t hear you say ‘Okay, Miss Janet’ so now you’ll be spending all morning in there while I sleep in. Understand?”

“...ynnphh, Mmf Jnnnt”

“Wow, look at that. Learning has occurred.”

He returned with bitter agony to the deep cleft and glided like a lubricated rocket between her overly plump, overly slick butt cheeks.  For as drenched as that paper towel was, there was still so much ass sweat she’d left behind between her glutes..and now that he was properly seated in the depth of her gluteal cleavage, the damp sponge was quickly becoming soaking wet once more. Janet’s hefty buns rocked and swayed as she climbed into her full-sized bed.  She slept soundly, evident from the snoring loud enough to crack glass.  

But Matt didn’t sleep a wink.  How could he? He didn’t have time.  

He was far too busy swallowing.

~

Stay tuned for the next chapter in Janet Greene's story!

Chapter 13 - Matt's Guardian Angel