RR Janet Greene - Chapter 11

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Reduction & Relocation: Janet Greene

Chapter 11 - Girl Food

[February 12th, 2010]

Matt remained sandwiched between Janet’s sweaty ass cheeks up until the moment she was back in front of her trusty recliner.  When he came out, birthed by her booty once more, it felt as if he’d never left. The cold air attacked his glistening nude body as she frantically shimmied out of her leggings and dropped him with little care or announcement back into his mason jar. Janet laughed as Matt immediately began rolling around in the socks like a dog reeling from just having gotten a bath.

“You look like an excited little puppy, Linty!” Janet cackled with mean-spirited cheerfulness, getting comfy in her seat and popping open her large chicken fried rice.

‘Excited’ was a stretch, to say the least. Was he excited to be away from her sweaty rump? Sure.  But in reality, Matt was actually rolling in the clean socks to get the copious coating of Janet’s thick, musty, repulsive, gritty ass sweat off his skin. He couldn’t get it all off, but Matt managed to pass a majority of Janet’s rank perspiration into the absorbent cotton material of her socks–enough that he could finally smell other things than her ass.  But that was its own curse on its own.

The scent of her chicken fried rice had found its way into the top of his mason jar and once again Matt’s stomach screamed like a castaway trying to flag down the last ship on earth. 

He’d made it as far as he could.  He’d swallowed his pride more times than he could count, holding out and waiting for Janet to offer him food.  But a thousand more swallows of pride wasn’t going to fill his dissolving stomach.  He needed food, and she was clearly going to make him ask or watch him wither into nothing.

“Miss Janet, can I have some food?”

Janet paused mid-chew, her eyes flicking toward him with a look of surprise. Fortune cookie crumbs flew from her heavy, swinging breasts as the rest of her upper body followed and she raised an eyebrow at Matt.  “Miss Janet, can I have some food what?”

Matt swallowed nervously, afraid that his temper was going to get him killed.  He managed to stifle his anger and push his atrophied sense of pride down yet again.  “Please?”

“There you go.” Janet smiled.  “I figured you would have been full after the ring. And you had plenty in the car on the drive home…but maybe my little Linty is feeling like a piggy, huh?”

Oh, I’m the pig?  That’s rich. The fuck would I have eaten while I was cleaning the ring?  Or on the drive home in your ass? 

Matt wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if the soggy, mushy potato chip chunk she’d wedged in her crack before had somehow survived the shower and was still there, accumulating more of her natural salt and musk.  No way he was eating that shit.  

“Are you talking about the potato chip, Miss Janet?”

Janet tilted her head and Matt could pinpoint the moment she remembered what he was talking about, evident by a punchable smile.  Guess it was more memorable to him than it was to her. 

“No, that door closed, remember?  See, I was being nice since you had just gotten here, but potato chips are girl food, Linty.  So are hamburgers and bacon.” She held up her large cardboard container of half-eaten rice.  “Chicken fried rice with crumpled up fortune cookies sprinkled on top is to die for.  But you’ll never know that because…survey says…it’s girl food.  And so is ice cream and pretzels. And bananas.  And broccoli. You don’t get girl food, silly Linty!”

“What am I supposed to get then, Miss Janet?” All this talk of food sent Matt into a delirium he’d been trying to avoid–delirium from not only the lack of nutrients and sustenance, but from the growing fear that he was going to go yet another day without food.  

Impossible.  Literally fucking impossible.  

There was no way he could go even another hour without something in his stomach to process and break down, let alone the rest of the night.

“Wait a minute. Are you telling me that you haven’t ‘eaten’ since I got you?” 

The air quotes Janet made around the word ‘eaten’ confused and terrified Matt.

“You haven’t fed me, Miss Janet.” Matt uttered quietly. “How could I eat if you didn’t feed me?”

“Careful, Linty.” Janet cautioned.  He could see the wheels in Janet’s head turning. They were both sifting through a mud pool of confusion–getting to some conclusion, but she was getting there ahead of Matt.  And then she smiled. She knew something.  What was it?

“Linty.” Janet said in a sing-song tone.  She definitely knew something.  “What did your last owner feed you?”

“You’re talking about Kelli, Miss Janet?” Matt asked.  He knew the answer of course, but by playing dumb, he could at least respectfully refuse to see the implication of ownership.  Kelli didn’t own him then, and Janet didn’t own him now.  

“Duh, Detective.” Janet said.

“Meat loaf, meatballs, mashed potatoes.  Sometimes fast food. Snacks, candy. And umm…cream cheese bagels.” He considered telling her that the latter was his favorite food, but maybe that would only make eventually getting a bagel that much more difficult.

Janet laughed. “Are you serious?  You’re telling me that Kelli didn’t take the vitamins?  Don’t lie to me, Liny!”

What the hell were ‘the vitamins’? 

He mentally thumbed through his mind’s catalogue of memories with Kelli.  Most were terrible, although through the lens of today they didn’t seem all that bad.  He found a single memory of Kelli on the phone, probably with one of the evil succubi from RR Labs.  Kelli sat on her bed, her foot tucked under her butt and she was absentmindedly fiddling with her toes–a nervous tick dedicated for when she was uncomfortable.  She was talking about vitamins, Matt remembered that much…but god, the memory was so fuzzy! What was she saying?  Something about them being mean…but how the hell can vitamins be mean?  There was more conversation but he couldn’t recall the details clearly enough.  What he could remember clearly, however, was that he’d been watching a TV show and he shouted for her to shut up and keep her voice down.

“You’re taking an awful long time to answer.” Janet warned like a stern mother. She plucked Matt out of the mason jar and set him on the end table. It was shocking how removing that thin layer of glass from between the two of them reminded Matt so vividly of just how intimidating Janet could be.

“I promise, Miss Janet.” He mustered as much sincerity as he could.  “Kelli never mentioned vitamins to me, and I have no idea what they are.” He clutched his stomach, laying on the drama but honestly not having to exaggerate all that much.  “I’m so hungry, Miss Janet. Can I please just have a little bit of your food.  I don’t need much.  Please.”  

“I told you…this is girl food.” Janet leaned away from Matt far enough for her left cheek to slowly decompress and then eventually rise up from the cushion. Her hand disappeared behind her back, slipping beneath the tight waistband. “But you can have Linty food.” Her response was high-pitched, taunting with incredulity at what she, for whatever reason, thought was a stupid question.

There was a flurry of movement under the seat of her pants. Her fat globes jiggled as her exploring fingers dug and twisted.   When her hand finally emerged, her fingers were slick and glistening, covered in a thick sheen of sweat as if she’d just dipped her digits into a jug of water. The overhead light glimmered off the thick sheen of sweat as she held her hand out toward him.  “This should hold you over till bed.”

Acidic bile billowed up from his empty stomach to the back of his throat as Matt fell backwards away from Janet’s glistening wet fingertips angled down so that he could reach. He watched in horror as the liquid on her extended finger collected at the tip. 

“What are you doing?” Matt uttered timidly, somehow already knowing what his towering torturess intended.

Janet blinked.  “What do you think, Linty? You said you were hungry, and you clearly don’t know how to feed yourself.  So I’m feeding you.  You should thank the heated seats in my car. Plenty of flavor here for ya.”

The wave of mortification washing over Matt nearly crippled him as the words sank in.   

She can’t really mean this.  She expects me…to live off her sweat?!

“I…I can’t do this.” Matt said.

“Yes you can, Linty.  And yes, you will. I like to let you make your own mistakes and learn from them but starving yourself is dangerous…and that’s a game that I will not allow.” Janet said with firm finality.  The excess sweat accumulated into a droplet the size of a baseball and it landed with a splashy plop at Matt’s feet. “Even on its own without the vitamins, it’s got electrolytes and stuff that are good for you. And the vitamins give it that extra boost to be all the nutrition your little body needs. So be a good boy and lick it up.”

“Miss Janet, please.” Matt’s eyes were welling up. He’d never felt so despondent and hopeless in his entire life, watching more of the sweat pool on the floor below Janet’s finger.  And there was still plenty on her digit to drip.

“How do you know you don’t like it if you won’t even try it, you little baby?” Janet teased.  “The vitamins even help with the taste. Miss Janet’s got a great sense of humor, I’ll admit that but I’m being 100% serious right now.  I really do think you’ll love it if you give it a chance.”

Matt would be the first person to admit his natural inclination to insolence, but right now he was frozen in nothing but fear, unable to even back away from this mountain-sized problem from which there was no escape. Whatever the reason for his response or lack thereof, it was clearly disrespectful in her eyes–Janet’s smirk shrank.

“Don’t make me shove it in your mouth,” Janet warned.  Her tone grew more stern, though her grin hadn’t fully dissolved.  “I don’t want to, but I’m not letting you waste your food like some sort of cranky, stubborn, ungrateful little child.”

Matt’s entire body tensed up as Janet’s sweat-slicked finger loomed closer.  His stomach churned; he couldn’t even picture himself doing it.   How could he?  This was so far beneath him!  So far beneath any living person!  He’d literally swam in her ass sweat, but that was nothing compared to licking it.  Tasting it.  Accepting it into his body.  

“Linty, you’re wearing Miss Janet’s patience thin and you’re making her angry,” Janet said through clenched teeth.  “I am not going to ask you again.”

No way.  No fucking way you fucking psycho.  I’m not drinking your–

“Bleh!”

The slick pad of Janet’s index finger made direct contact with Matt’s face. The generous layer of sweat trail started at the top of his forehead and the sweeping pressure of her digit felt nearly enough to rupture his eyeballs and break his nose.  The sweaty finger had trailed down over his eyes, nose, and continued over the pursed lips of his mouth–wildly overshooting past his chin in her clear frustration and all the way down to Matt’s genitals.  Despite the finger pad’s path along Matt’s entire upper body, there was still plenty of sweat left on her retreating finger.  The ass sweat seemed to spread over his face. The hot, sticky, viscous layer of clear, foul oil grew endlessly, causing Matt to sputter and hack.

“There…” Janet said with a satisfied smirk. “Now was that so hard?” She rubbed the remaining ass sweat gingerly between her thumb and forefinger, inspecting it casually before wiping the remnants of her perspiration onto the armrest of her recliner.  

Matt clawed at his face.  There was so much salt content in the sweat, Matt thought his eyes were burning out of his skull.  

“And the Oscar goes to Linty.  Would you care to thank the academy?” Janet rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as Matt collapsed to his knees. “At least admit that it tasted good.”

Matt forced his burning eyes open to leer up at Janet. His chest heaved with anger and shame, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. For so long, he had swallowed every insult.  Every dense, heaping helping of humiliation, but he couldn’t take another ounce.  Janet’s sweat pooled at the tip of his nose and chin. Something inside of him snapped.

“I can tell you kinda liked it, Linty.  It’s okay to like Janet Juice, haha! Do you want–”

“--I DIDN’T TASTE IT, YOU RAGING, IMPOSSIBLE CUNT!” Matt spat, his voice trembling but razor sharp as particles of ass sweat flew off his lips in a fine misty spray. For a full second after the explosive retort left his perspiration soaked lips, the outburst felt cathartic.  But immediately after that second came a sense of dread for what was to come next: 

Actions.

Have.

Consequences.

I said it out loud.  Oh god…OH GOD!  I didn’t just think it. I said it out loud…

For what felt like a thousand years, the only sound in the room was the lowered volume of reality TV.  Janet’s eyes widened in surprise as if she was still trying to catch up to Matt’s outburst.  It was the most human she’d looked this entire time–and something about that just made her even more terrifying. Her expression darkened and her face twisted into unrecognizable, unbridled rage. 

“What did you just say to me?”  Now it was Janet’s voice that trembled quietly, barely above an intense whisper. This was the dangerous, venomous calm before the storm. Matt had seen Janet annoyed before, irritated even, but this…this was brand new territory.  Her voice carried an edge that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Her fingers curled around the arms of her recliner, gripping them so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The creaky wood groaned as she pushed herself to her feet and the entire room seemed to shift.  And then the recliner, the TV, and Matt’s pounding heart were all drowned out by the thunderous crack of her voice.

“I said ‘What did you just say to me?’” Janet bellowed.

“M..Miss Janet, I–” Matt stammered, falling backwards over his own feet, but he didn’t get a chance to finish.

Crash!

Janet grabbed the edge of the recliner and flipped it onto its side with a guttural roar, sending her leftover Chinese food and an open two-liter of Diet Coke into flight. The soda gushed across the already stained carpet, pooling beneath the overturned chair, but Janet didn’t even glance at the mess.

Her massive arm swung across the end table with devastating force. The trash flew like dead leaves on a windy autumn day. The mason jar shattered against a wall at least six feet away, colorful cotton sent flying and shards of glass glittering as they scattered to the floor. Her framed picture of Matt’s bikini-clad guardian angel moved at the speed of sound, crashing into the wall and falling into disarray a whole room away. The entire surface of the end table was cleared in an instant—all except for Matt, who stood frozen, his tiny body trembling on the edge of the now-bare table.

“Say it again, you ungrateful, unappreciative little shit!”  Janet snarled. The heavy thud of her footfalls sent vibrations through the table beneath him. Her massive frame blotted out the light above and Matt felt as if he was standing before Satan herself. “I dare you to say it again. I want you to say it again.”

She eclipsed him entirely, her swollen, quivering body crowding his space with an oppressive weight that made it hard to breathe. Her hands quivered atop her wide hips, her fingers twitching as though she was fighting the urge to grab him right then and there. Matt’s platform on the table was perfectly level with the bulging pastel pink crotch; he felt like a village sacrifice presented to an angry goddess. The fabric stretched unpleasantly tight across her mound and it almost brushed against him as she leaned forward.

Above him, her massive breasts loomed like two storm clouds, rising and falling rapidly with her heavy, angry breaths. The sheer size of those voluminous tits, the way they jutted forward as she leaned closer, made him feel impossibly small. 

She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood and she balled up a heavy fist. The collision of her fist against the wooden table was like a nuclear bomb to poor Matt.  He knew she was strong compared to him, but he couldn’t have imagined just how much strength she had.  She struck the surface so hard that Matt flew up several feet.

“I’ve got to hand it to you, Linty.” Janet said, jutting out her hips to bring her intimidating and strongly-scented crotch even closer to him. And Matt couldn’t tell if that was on purpose or not.  

“I put the notepad away because I didn’t think I’d need to track your rule breaking after the first day.  But not only did I lose count, but I think you literally just broke three of my rules all at once.”

“I’m…I’m sorry for breaking your rules, Miss Janet. I…I really am.” Matt said, dropping to his knees and sitting back on his feet. He could feel the heat from her crotch, the source of her feminine power; one source of many, anyway.   “But I just...I’m not going to drink it.  I deserve real food.”

Matt suddenly felt a finger against his back and then he found himself flying forward, face-first into the small cotton triangle of her panties between her thick thighs.  

“It’s called ‘girl food’, Linty.”

Matt sunk deep against her crotch as her finger pushed harder, and he could feel the division of her puffy labia.  And then he felt pressure down at his ass and an upward scoop.  She traced him up her crotch and over her bellybutton, up between her fat tits, and then she plucked him to two fingers once he peeked through north of her cleavage.  

“And best I can tell, you aren’t a girl.”  

Her eyes drifted to his dangling penis, and then she flicked it.  Hard

Matt screamed and recoiled, his body curling up like a pillbug.  But wearing an expression sour with anger and thirsty for revenge, Janet forced Matt’s recoiling body straight once more.  And she flicked again.

“Please stop!”

“I don't know, Linty.  You want ‘girl food’.  Sounds like you want to be a girl.”

She flicked again, harder than before.

Matt wailed and sobbed, trying to protect his aching genitals.  

“I can make that a reality for you if you want.  Is that what you want?”

Matt tried to answer but the words couldn’t find their way through the tears.

“Is it!?” Janet bellowed, blowing his saturated hair back.

“NO, MISS JANET!”

“Then beg me to go home.” Janet shouted, large particles of spit flying off her lips and into Matt’s face. She held up her thumbnail and ran the sharp-enough edge against his shoulder.  It didn’t draw blood but it definitely left a mark. “Beg me right here, right now…before I turn you into a girl.”

“Please let me go home, Miss Janet! Please let me–”

“Better than that, you filthy bug!” Janet barked in a tone deep enough to vibrate his bones as she ran her fingernail down his stomach and gently touched it to the base of his shaft.

“Miss Janet, I’m so sorry! Please, I’m begging you! Please..have the..have the mercy and grace to let me go back to my home. It’s where–”

Matt was unable to take another breath to continue speaking as Janet’s grip shifted around him once more.  There was no room for his chest to expand.  Not against those fat fingers.  His eyes bulged from his head and his peripherals began narrowing in.  She was squeezing him so hard he nearly popped. 

“Hhh…Nngh…Miss Jang–Hhhhr.” Matt’s instinct to survive ping-ponged back and forth between fighting to breathe in and trying desperately to send out the last of his lung supply to beg her for life.

“Shut up. And listen.” Janet barked. “Do you realize how good you have it with me?  I don’t ever want to hear words like that coming out of your mouth.  Ever.  Do you understand me?”

Matt’s increasingly purple face bobbed up and down frantically as the crushing force of her chubby fingers threatened to snap his tiny ribs. 

“Does your little brain really not get that I’m in charge? Can you not see with those beady little eyes how much lower you are than me?” Janet asked, her tone carrying a haunting sincerity.  “I could march into the bathroom, take a shit, and literally wipe my ass with you.”

She brought him within inches of her face, so close that through his greying vision he could see the whiskers hiding in plain sight at the corners of her thin lips.  “Really think about that, Linty. Nobody would stop me; least of all you. And I could make you thank me for doing it.”

The strength in Matt’s limbs had faded to nothing and just when the grey darkened to black, threatening to swallow him whole, Janet’s thick fingers loosened. He gasped for air but all he got was a rush of Janet’s stale, humid breath flooding his lungs.  He coughed, sputtered, and took another lung full.

“I’m so sorry, Miss Juh–”

She lowered him so quickly that every ounce of blood rushed to his head and he lost consciousness for about three seconds.  He came back to his cursed reality just in time to feel that familiar pulsing of her asshole against his upper body. And he heard the waistband snap against her lower back, sealing him in her crack.

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I’m not going to cave. 

I’m not going to give her the satisfaction.

I will literally fucking starve myself.

I’m not going to cave.

As Janet snored and shifted in her sleep, her massive, loosely packed ass cheeks jiggled and flexed around Matt.  Each time she rolled into another sleeping position, the movement of her plump glutes exposed new pockets of sour musk and lingering heat that clung to Matt’s skin.  He’d only just recently stopped trembling from the terror of Janet’s wrath several hours earlier but in this moment, on the second night trapped in bed with her, between her natural, disgusting pillows, his own temper was returning. 

Janet’s fat ass cheeks jiggled and jostled as she rolled over onto her other side and Matt lost the ‘comfy’ position he’d found buried deep in her crack.  He’d managed to burrow through the packed flesh and create a respectable distance between him and Janet’s asshole but sure enough, the jiggly flesh quaked and shook him to a new crevice where the sweat hadn’t fully evaporated yet.  And he could tell by the smell that he was much closer to the source than he wanted to be.

Instinctively, he clenched his lips shut and then fought against the supple, intensely yielding flesh to secure enough empty space for him to bury his face into the crook of his elbow.  It was the only way to keep the plump fat of her glutes from completely sealing over his mouth and nose, but the action was mostly a symbolic gesture of escape considering his forearm was covered in just as much of Janet’s sweat as her ass crack was.

Janet’s enormous cheeks had swallowed him completely, their soft, fleshy walls pressing tightly against him from all sides. He couldn’t move, couldn’t see—he was entirely at her mercy, trapped deep within the humid prison of flesh, fat, and muscle.

Once the rippling cheek meat calmed down, the faint rumble of her snores vibrated through the settled flesh, low and rhythmic, like the rumbling of distant thunder. But Matt knew better than to get used to it.  The calmness wouldn’t last. Even the tiniest motion—an unconscious twitch of her leg, a shift in her hips—sent waves of motion rippling through her body that always ended with a glutequake.

When she rolled onto her side, the pressure intensified. Her cheeks squeezed together even more tightly, pressing Matt so firmly that he could barely take a breath. If her ass hadn’t been 99.9% gelatinous fat, it would have been enough force to flatten him into a pancake for sure.  He could feel every slight tremor of her body as she adjusted herself, her massive thighs creating deafening friction as they rubbed together just inches below him. And then the rumbling started. This was going to be another long night…

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

Chapter 12 - Actions. Have. Consequences.