RR Lori Warren - Chapter 58

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Reduction & Relocation: Lori Warren

Chapter 58 - A Great Multi-Tasker

September 29th, 2006

“I heard about you!” Lori blurted out suddenly, the intensity of her revelation actually startling Brandi. “From Michael!”

Jane’s head snapped to the side, her dark eyes narrowing as her shoulders stiffened. “Who?” she asked. There was a flare of something adorably territorial behind her sharp and tight tone.

Lori was caught off guard by the sudden change in Jane’s voice.

Brandi, of course, let out a cheerful little laugh and waved one hand through the air toward Jane. 

“She’s talking about subject 119m,” she clarified, flashing a playful smile into the rearview mirror.

The tension melted off of Jane instantly. 

“Oh.” Her mouth pulled into a flat, unimpressed line. “Right.” 

How quickly Jane had recalibrated her emotional investment the moment she realized Michael wasn’t a full-sized man. It also informed Lori that Jane hadn’t been paying much attention to Lori’s earlier mentions of him. But Brandi seemed delighted. She even remembered his name! Or at least the name they’d given him a year ago.

You remember my Michael?” She gave a small, deliberate bounce upon the backseat—just enough to resettle her broad hips and full bottom deeper into the warm leather. Her immense cheeks parted and then pressed close again even tighter, swaddling the tiny man in a plush squeeze of warmth and safety; so much more than he needed. He was in his own world there in Lori’s crack, but she wanted to bring him back to her reality, if only for just for a moment, to know that the big people out here were talking about him. 

It was a subtle and private gesture–some more of the silent language they’d developed over the last year. A little ‘attaboy’ between Lori and the inch-tall man nestled in the soft cleft.

Brandi’s eyes flicked up in the mirror, her smile lighting the space between them. “I think so! A little bit,” she chirped. “I did a quick skim-through of your file this morning while I was having my coffee. I always like to brush up on my Participants and subjects before a follow up.”

“Oh? Anything stand out about him?”

“Mm-hmm!” Brandi nodded, her braid bobbing against her shoulder. “I mean, every subject is special in their own way.  Let me think…” She tapped a bright-orange painted nail against her chin, eyes lifting toward the ceiling in recollection. “He seemed sweet. A bit on the delicate side. Kind of a classic Adjustment Phase profile, honestly.”

Lori leaned forward, intrigued. “Do you remember anything specific?”

Brandi paused, squinting slightly as she summoned the words from memory—perhaps not personal memory, but something more distant. Text on a screen or in a report, not a face. “I had written down,” she began reading her notes directly from the pages in her mind, fingers raising to form lazy air quotes, “‘Displays promising receptiveness to direction and rarely interrupts when being spoken to, but needs continued support in growing those great listening skills into consistent task compliance.’ And he had some initial trouble with what we call trust progression, so there was a note about encouraging ‘faith in the acclimation process.’”

There was a softened, sterilized cadence to her voice–sounding like someone reciting a clinical note that had been carefully rewritten to sound nurturing instead of disciplinary. 

Anyone really listening could tell what those bullet points truly meant: Michael had been a handful. And Brandi had handled it. With encouragement, yes. But also with pressure. Soft, all-consuming pressure. And Lori was under no illusions; as sweet and sugary as Brandi seemed, Lori didn’t doubt for a second that the girl was more than capable of providing the firm hand when needed.

“Oh, that sounds about right.” Lori chuckled. She let her shoulders relax as she leaned back, her wide hips tilting and shifting. Her cheeks swelled and flattened against the seat once more, burying poor Michael back into the deepest part of her gluteal cleavage. She could feel his tiny, instinctive squirm. Not struggling—just reacting to the changing pressures and softness. Reacting was such a big part of his life now.  Reacting to her.

“He always struggled with authority, but he’s come such a long way.” Lori said, her tone rich and warm like that of a proud mother’s. “We’ve worked hard on it. I’ve worked hard on it.”

“I’m not surprised,” Brandi beamed. “Most of them do come around. It just takes the right—” she paused, her pretty eyes wandering down to Lori’s widespread hips, then grinned. “—environmental reinforcement.”

“Well, it definitely sounds like he got off on the right foot with you.”

Brandi seemed pleased to hear it. But the expression was fleeting as her pretty eyes returned to the road. She didn’t offer up any more nuggets of information about her experience with Michael or what she remembered. And that was for a very simple reason.

She doesn’t actually remember him, Lori realized. Not really. Not personally. Not physically.

Not in the way Michael probably remembered her, anyway.

Brandi’s recollection was text on a screen. Bullet points in a file. Summaries reviewed over her cup of coffee. She was trusting the notes she took, back in those fleeting moments when Michael was at the center of her attention. And really, how could it be anything else?

Lori didn’t take offense. She didn’t feel slighted or overlooked. If anything, it made perfect sense.

Brandi saw dozens of subjects a month. Maybe more. To her, Michael had just been one of many. Another subject to be logged, processed, acclimated, and moved to the next stage. Just one more name in a long column of successful transfers.

Michael surely didn’t see it that way. Brandi was his first.  And boys never forget their first, or so Lori had heard.

That was the butt that broke him in. Right there within reaching distance from Lori, splayed widely across that driver’s seat, vibrating with subtle, youthful jiggles along with the asphalt imperfections of the road.

Hers were the first pair of glutes Michael had ever been wedged between. The first squeeze. The first scent. The first time he’d felt the weight of a woman’s hips settle around him like soft, living walls. And even though it didn’t last long–practically nothing compared to his time with Lori—Brandi and her ample bottom were probably seared into his mind forever.

But she probably had no idea–just how many minds she lived in. She didn’t need to know. To her, he’d been just one more nervous little thing to gently tuck away under her massive backside and forget until the timer went off. A success story. A properly acclimated subject, ready for transfer.

She had collected so many names, so many trembling bodies pressed into the deep cleavage of her glutes. Michael spent his time sinking into the mass of her bottom, and now he had joined the ranks of those long forgotten. He was just another notch on her belt.  

But that was okay.  He should feel honored.

“I’ve got to tell you…” Lori started, wanting to keep talking about Michael 

“...I do remember that little ‘needs-to-trust-the-process-more’ phase of his, and oh, boy,” she chuckled. “At first, he thought I was punishing him. Like I was just trying to make his life miserable!” Her fingers fluttered to her chest in mock offense, then dropped back to rest on her thigh. “And god, the way he would pout. Like one of my daughters when she didn’t get her way. He’d just stew in there. Defiant and rebellious—well, as best he could manage at that size. The little sulker.”

Brandi giggled, eyes glinting in the rearview mirror.

Lori smiled wider, a slow, proud curl of her lips. “He held onto that bitterness for a while, bless his heart. But eventually, he figured it out. That pouting? That stubborn streak? It wasn’t getting him anywhere.” Her gaze pulled to the window, but her mind was recalling the memories with vivid detail. “He realized it wasn’t a punishment. Not a punishment at all.”

Lori pressed her palms against the seat cushion and gave her hips a firm, deliberate shift—just enough to make sure Michael could hear what she was about to say.

“And once he let go and trusted me–once he stopped trying to think, talk, or muscle his way out of it, it became his home.”

Brandi let out an appreciative, surprised laugh. “I’m so stealing that.”

Even Jane, from the passenger seat, gave a rare snort of amusement. She didn’t look back, but the edge of her smirk was visible in the reflection of the window.

“So he’s doing better now?” Brandi asked with genuine curiosity, but Lori wondered if she was more interested in hearing about Lori’s success than Michael himself. 

Lori nodded, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile that was equal parts proud and satisfied. She lifted her palms, passing her full weight back into her splayed glutes. “Oh yes. So much better. It took time, and patience, and a firm hand, but we got there. There’s still give and take, of course.”

“Oh, of course.” Brandi echoed. “No subject is perfect; least of all a new one!”

“...but we’ve made real progress. I didn’t let him skip a single hard day and I really do think he’s better off for it.”

Brandi smiled, clearly impressed. “It sounds like you’ve got a really good system.”

“I don’t believe in babying them,” Lori continued, her tone still kind and warm, but carrying the weight of someone who’s earned her success as a Participant. “Not when they’re depending on you for everything.”

“Right, you’re literally shaping their new world.” Brandi said.  “They need structure, repetition, and boundaries.”

“He still does.” Lori chuckled. “And he gets plenty of each.” She shifted slightly in her seat, just enough to reassert her hold on Michael without making it obvious. 

“There’s no substitute for consistency!” Brandi said. 

“Especially when they live somewhere like this.” Lori said with a smile, patting the denim-clad outer wall of her splayed glute.

Brandi’s grin stretched wide. “God, I love that. I really do.” But then her grin soured. She adjusted her posture in the driver’s seat, her hips rocking with enough motion to pull a subtle glance from Jane that only Lori noticed. “Some girls—most of them, actually…when you meet them, it’s written all over them. They’re in it for the paycheck, the novelty, maybe the power trip. But that’s it.”

She raised one finger. “Especially the younger ones. Some of them get caught up in the control. And yeah, sure, the control is obvious—what’s more undeniable than the power a Participant has over a subject? Hell-ohhh!” Brandi gave a low chuckle, her glutes flexing slightly as she settled again in her seat, just enough to make Lori imagine the helpless little man trapped beneath them.

“But real power?” she continued. “That’s something different. That kind of power can go both ways. I know it sounds silly, imagining power going both ways between a Participant and subject, but when you keep them down there long enough? It changes them. And it changes you too.”

Lori smiled softly, her own hips shifting against the backseat leather with a familiar creak. Everything Brandi said was true. Her thighs pressed just a little closer together, causing her glutes to firm up like inflating spheres of flesh. And Michael’s tiny form adjusted to the change of glute density–startling as it might be for him, it was just as safe. His soft, near-weightless presence was just as much a part of her now as the stretch marks on her hips and belly.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Lori said. “For everything we’ve been through—we’re both better off than we were a year ago.”

Brandi gave a knowing grin. “Exactly. Once they find their place…” she paused, giving her seat one deliberate, soft grind, “...it’s amazing how natural it feels for everyone involved.” 

“I don’t think I’d have believed it a year ago, and Michael? Forget about it!  But I think I can confidently say that we’re both believers now.

“I love it.” Brandi said. “There’s this moment I hope to see in every subject that comes across my desk. They come in all nervous, all jumpy. Sometimes they’re stone quiet and sometimes they’ve got a lot to say–if they’re big enough you can actually hear it!  And sure, they can squirm A LOT when you first wedge them in. Even though I’m practically an expert at this point, it’s always their first time–I make sure not to forget that sometimes they need just a little extra patience and understanding. But eventually…most of the time, that moment I’m hoping for comes: They stop resisting as much. They stop shouting.  The wriggling and squirming still happens, but it’s not to escape…it’s to get comfy. And that’s when they’re ready to leave my nest.  That’s when they’re ready for the real magic.”

Brandi gestured toward Lori, who’s face had turned red.

Brandi continued in a soft, warm, and almost dreamy tone. “The body heat, the pressure, the closeness, the pheromones—it gets in their heads, you know…and their hearts. They can fight it, but they can’t control it.  If they’re lucky, one day it just clicks in their minds. And before they know it, they’re practically smitten.”

Lori smiled knowingly. “Exactly.”

“I knew I was right about him,” Brandi added with a wink.

After another few minutes, they were getting off the highway. And about five miles down the less-crowded country road, Lori could see flashing red lights. The faint, rapid chiming of bells was getting louder. 

Brandi eased her foot onto the brake, and the black Malibu rolled to a smooth stop just as the striped gate arms lowered with a rusty, mechanical screech. A distant horn blared and the rumble of an approaching train from the north filled the air. The girls sat in stillness as the train thundered past, car after car blurring by in a steady clatter of steel with occasional sprinklings of graffiti.

“Ugh..look how long it is.” Jane said, rolling her eyes. She was right–linked passenger train cars as far as the eye could see. “Lucky us.”

“I know, right? Lucky us!” Brandi replied with a bright smile, as if the two were an old couple that had just settled into their recliners to watch an entertaining movie.

Lori chuckled to herself.  Funny how these two girls could say the exact same words and mean completely different things.

The red lights continued to flash against the interior of the Malibu, and the long safety arm stood like a protective barrier between the women and the tracks ahead. The rhythmic clatter of train cars continued with no clear end in sight. Lori glanced forward, her eyes tracing the reflections of Brandi and Jane in the rearview mirror. Brandi had put the car into park and took the opportunity to curl her arms over her head and stretch her long legs best she could in the confined front seat. Jane watched–and admired.

“So,” Lori ventured, adjusting the seat belt across her lap, “how’d you two end up working for RR Labs?”

Lori looked to Jane first. She’d returned her gaze to the blurring train cars and her shoulders lifted slightly, as if she were physically brushing off the question.

“I applied,” she said flatly. “They said yes.”

Brandi let out a small laugh, flicking Jane on her knee. “Come on, Jane’s being humble. I heard leadership was tripping over themselves to bring her onboard. She’s like scary smart. Some crazy combo of engineering, biotech, and—what was it—AI interfaces?”

“It’s not that big a deal.” Jane shrugged. “I just get bored easily.”

“She’s collaborated on some seriously prestigious papers in her field already.” Brandi said with a proud smile. “If that jealous, jerky doctor hadn’t refused to put her name off the authors’ list, she might never have left and joined the RR team.”

Jane snorted darkly. “I wish that was all he did. I’ve been made to ‘collaborate’ with enough men to last a lifetime.”

Lori couldn’t help but say, “Oh, dear.” There was a darkness in Jane’s eyes and a firming of her lips that suggested she’d just gone somewhere else. Somewhere that looked painful. “So… this is a good fit for you then? With the ladies at RR Labs?”

With that question, Jane left wherever she’d been in her mind–and back to the front seat of Brandi’s black malibu. Her lips curled—not into a smile, exactly. But something like it. Her own version of it, you could say.

“Oh yeah,” she said softly. “It’s perfect.”

The train kept thundering past and for a moment, the only sound was the steady hum of the car’s engine and the hollow echo of metal wheels rolling over track which did a good enough job of filling the uncomfortable silence.

“What about you, Brandi?”

Brandi lit up instantly.  “I actually first got involved with RR Labs through their outreach programs. They do a lot of that—scouting people from schools, universities. That kind of thing. I was still in undergrad when I met Dr. Walker. I wasn’t even looking for a job at the time,” Brandi continued. “I just totally fell in love with the mission. Helping people. Advancing science. Making a real difference. Plus, I’ve always been a people person. And the more I saw of the place, the more it just felt like a natural fit, you know?”

She smiled, looking over at Jane. “Unlike the other girls, I had already gone through some of the, uh… protocols, let’s just say,” Brandi added, her tone playful but measured now. “So I had a unique perspective.”

Lori’s brows lifted. Protocols?

“You mean, like the training?” she asked.

“Mmm. Sort of,” Brandi said thoughtfully. “Let’s just say I’d already had some hands-on experience before joining the team. But sometimes when you move up, you have to say goodbye to certain things.”

Jane let out a short, amused breath.

Brandi shot her a look. “Don’t.” For the first time the gorgeous blonde wasn’t smiling or bubbly, and Jane definitely took notice.

“I didn’t say anything.” Jane said, a new expression painted on her face that resembled a mix of defensiveness and apology.

Hands-on experience? The phrasing tickled something at the back of her mind, but she couldn’t quite place it.

“Anyway, it was just a no-brainer for me. I just fell in love with the work, and here we are.”

“And you said you’re studying too, right?” Lori asked.

Brandi’s grin returned in full. “Mm-hmm!  Nearly done with the master’s. One day I’ll be Dr. Brandi Thompson, Lead Acclimation Therapist. In the heart and mind of every subject.” She laughed.

“And them inside you.” Lori smirked. “For a time, at least.” 

What an interesting world this was, and what a driven young woman.  Lori only hoped that her girls would find this same thirst for success and advancement.

“Well, between my glutes…on the top of the pants.” Brandi chuckled.  “Not inside the body…that’s someone else’s department! But yeah, that’s pretty much it. Mind you, I do have other responsibilities but acclimation is definitely the biggest one.  There’s almost never a moment when I don’t have a subject with me.”

Lori opened her mouth to speak; the words didn’t come out. But Brandi already knew what the next question was going to be. She saw, through the rearview mirror, Lori’s eyes fixated on the center console.  It was where Brandi had stashed that peculiar little pill container at the start of their journey to RR Labs. And the wheels in Lori’s head were turning.

“So… that container then?” Lori asked carefully, her eyes drifting from the box’s last known location in the center console…and then over to Brandi’s waist. So narrow. So trim–and cinched even tighter by the seatbelt, as if she were wearing a makeshift corset. Brandi didn’t answer at first, but her blue eyes met Lori’s in the rearview mirror, sparkling with amusement.

“The container? What about it?” she asked with a heightened, exaggerated tone of innocence. The corners of her lips twitched into a knowing smile. Jane let out a breath that might’ve been a chuckle—or maybe a sigh, depending on how you read it.

Brandi gave Jane a nudge with her elbow, still smiling. “I think Lori just figured out the third reason why they like me around here,” she said, giving her flared hips a theatrical little wiggle.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re very popular,” Jane muttered, trying and failing to sound annoyed. “Should I start a fan club or something?”

Brandi flipped her long braid over her shoulder with exaggerated flair, like an old-Hollywood starlet. “Oh, please. You’re already my biggest fan.”

Lori had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep in the laughter at the way poor Jane stiffened like a startled cat. She looked ready to combust. And yet Brandi still didn’t seem to notice. She was now trying to catch a glimpse of the end of the train still thundering past. Her upper body dipped slightly as she peered out—causing her hefty right cheek to lift subtly off the seat cushion. The end of the train was nowhere in sight.

“Hmm..I think we have time.” Brandi said with a satisfied smirk.

And that’s when she reached under herself.

Brandi’s hand disappeared into the narrow space beneath her lifted hip, fingers probing like she was reaching for a wallet in her back pocket. 

“The biggest reason they like me at RR Labs?” Brandi said, her voice filled with pride as her hand emerged from under her black, lycra-clad bottom. And resting delicately between her orange-tipped fingers was a shrunken man. 

Naked. 

Limp. 

And so, so small.

Brandi grinned and held him up like a proud magician pulling a rabbit from a hat. 

“Because I’m a fantastic multi-tasker.”

Lori stared, stunned—not at the fact of it, but at the ease of it. This tiny person had been under Brandi the entire ride. Beneath that body. Pressed into the cushion under all that weight—and Brandi hadn’t even mentioned it.

Lori leaned forward, her eyes locking onto the tiny, fragile figure resting between Brandi’s fingers. Shrunken men were nothing new to Lori—Michael had spent the last year living in her bottom, after all—but this was different.

At a meager two inches tall, Michael was small–of course. Remarkably so. But this little man squirming in Brandi’s fingers made him seem like a giant. Brandi’s fingers curled posessively, cradling him with a refined and earned confidence as the sunlight bounced off her glossy, feminine nails. He looked impossibly delicate. 

In the increasingly rare moments when Michael was not tucked away between Lori’s buttocks, she often worried about misplacing him; how easy it would be to knock him off a counter or dresser with a careless elbow or hip!  But this tiny boy in Brandi’s hand…wow, it wouldn’t have taken more than an enthusiastic sneeze to send him flying! 

Lori’s lips parted, but no words came out at first. She was stunned.

“This little…wow.  This was..I mean…he was under your bottom…this entire time?” Lori asked in disbelief.

“Mm-hmm!” Brandi nodded with a huge grin and then looked to Jane. “This is my third session with him, I love bringing him along for long car rides. What did Dr. Becotte call it the other day at her apartment? Had me spit wine out of my nose?”

“She compared him to a sinking raisin, folded into two giant loaves of dough.” Jane replied with very little hesitation. 

“I think that was literally word-for-word what she said.” Brandi giggled. “That’s a stellar memory, Janey.”

Their banter may have continued; or not.  Lori wasn’t processing it. Her eyes were glued to the miniscule dot.

The tiny man in Brandi’s fingers—if man was even the right word anymore—couldn’t have been more than a quarter inch tall. He was smaller than the vitamins she took to feed Michael! Smaller than the rubber eraser on the tip of a pencil. Smaller than Brandi’s bright-orange pinkie nail. 

His limbs twitched slightly, sluggish and stunned, like he was trying to remember which way was up. Lori’s heart gave a quick, strange squeeze for him.  He was adorable. Not in the way one might think of a pet, or a baby—but in that surreal, too-tiny-to-be-real way. Like something out of a dream.

“Oh my god…” Lori gasped. She had to lean forward–so far that she was practically in the front of the Malibu with the two RR girls. 

“I’ve…I’ve never seen something so small!”

Brandi beamed, clearly pleased with the reaction. “Right? Isn’t he precious?” She held him a little higher, turning him in the air so he caught a bit more light from the windshield.

Lori could barely believe it. She’d had Michael between her cheeks for over a year now—she knew the feel of him intimately, the subtle shifts of his body against her warmth, the way he wriggled or relaxed depending on her posture, her mood, and even her diet. Two inches tall was incredibly small, but he still had presence. Weight. He had the strength to impart at least some noticeable pressure on the walls of her plump glutes, and more than enough strength to put pressure on those more sensitive areas!

But this?

Lori had seen bigger crumbs fall from her morning muffins. And Brandi had just sat on him the entire drive like he was nothing!

The mystery of the container stashed in the center console was now solved. Brandi and Jane must’ve gotten to the airport and left him there waiting, only for him to be taken back out upon their return like he was a pair of sunglasses or something. And right there in front of Lori, who didn’t realize at the time, Brandi just settled him in underneath herself with that breezy smile of hers, and then casually lowered all that mass right on top of him.

“I…I didn’t know they came that little!” Lori said in awe, covering her mouth.  She didn’t dare exhale too sharply.

But Brandi seemed completely at ease, her charm bracelet twisting around her wrist as she let him shift against the soft ridges of her palm and fingers like a coin she was casually fidgeting with. She was completely unbothered, not to mention unchallenged, by the breath-mint sized man’s unpredictable squirming. “Mm-hmm! Some of them get even smaller than this, if you can believe that! This one’s a quarter-incher—easily one of my favorite sizes.”

Lori leaned in even closer.  She narrowed her eyes, squinting and trying to focus on the finer details of his nude body. She’d have brought her reading glasses if she knew about this adorable little thing!  

Brandi smirked at Lori’s interest. 

“Lori, this is subject-093s.” Brandi said.  “Subject-093s, meet Ms. Warren.”

~

Stay tuned for Chapter 59 - So, So Little