RR Lori Warren - Chapter 54

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Reduction & Relocation: Lori Warren

Chapter 54 - Seasons Change

January 28th, 2006

Victoria, who had been sprawled out on the floor with a throw pillow hugged against her chest, perked up at Michael’s entrance from Lori’s exit.  

“You should make him do what he did to Gina’s feet that night you and Bella went out.” Victoria chirped.  She had been the one to pick out the movie but now the movie had lost all of her attention as she adjusted her position to better see the spectacle near Lori’s propped up feet. “Do it, Paddy.” Victoria said with a commanding sparkle in her eye

Lori raised a quizzical eyebrow.  It was true that she had found Michael inside of Gina’s sock, nestled in the natural curl of her toes, but Lori still didn’t know exactly what happened before he was put away.  She didn’t dare ask Gina, lest Lori embarrass her. And she didn’t want to ask Victoria, lest she embarrass herself.  And she definitely didn’t even bother asking Michael; it’s not as if she could trust anything he said anymore anyway. But this way, she didn’t have to ask any awkward questions.  And Lori trusted Victoria to correct Michael if he tried being deceptive again. 

“Go on.” Lori said. Her wiggling toes blocked out the warm, cozy light of the living room over top of Michael, partially casting him in an imposing shadow that someone of his size didn’t have the right to ignore.  She laid the foot closest to him down on its side and watched Michael set his open palm against the wrinkled sole. 

Michael hesitated again, his gaze darting nervously between the bare foot and the expectant eyes of the women around him. He disappeared from Lori’s view as he moved closer to her foot, and then Lori felt the smallest of touches against her sole, feather-light and tentative, as his lips met her skin in a soft, obedient kiss.

Victoria let out a delighted little hum from her spot on the floor, resting her chin in her hand as she watched with a smile.  “See?  He’s got experience.” She said proudly as Michael continued planting respectful kisses upon Lori’s arch. Feeling lips against her feet…this was definitely a first. 

What a strange place for lips to find themselves…pressing up against the bottom of her foot. 

“Is he doing a good job, Mom?” Victoria asked.

“Well, I was expecting a massage.” Lori admitted, staring down at Michael who was working his way up her arch toward her toes.  “But I suppose it might be silly, expecting him to have the strength.”

Victoria nodded with enthusiasm.  “Mm-hmm! He’s much better at this, right?”

Lori shot Victoria a stern look, and the teenager rushed to say, “I mean…that’s what I would think.  You know, from watching him on Gina’s feet and now on yours.”

Since this was all so new to Lori, she couldn’t really compare the experience to anything else.  His efforts were slow, measured, and very respectful.  Lori had to give him credit–he wasn’t rushing through it, wasn’t trying to half-heartedly get it over with.  But then again, why would he?  Every second he spent at her foot was another second of non-rear time.  

Lori sighed, letting her head fall back against the cushion as she turned the volume back up on the television.  She didn’t need to keep an eye on him, not so long as he was within arms reach of her feet.  And feeling that weak, trembling breath tickling her wrinkled soles and weaving between her toes was all the assurance she needed that he was safe.  Now, once that delicate and precious pampering stopped, well, that would be when Michael would return to her crack. 

But he stayed right there the whole time.  He even switched from the left foot to the right foot after about a half hour, not needing to be told or anything. When the credits rolled, Lori reached down and plucked Michael from between her toes.

“Did he do good, Mom?” Victoria asked. 

“Hmm…” Lori bit her lip, taking a closer look at Michael.  He must have donated A LOT of his saliva to her soles and toes.  His lips looked cracked and pale, as if he’d been walking through a desert.  Maybe she’d sleep under a heated blanket for the first few hours tonight…just so that he’d have enough to rehydrate in the early hours of her slumber. “Let’s just say he earned his break tonight.  Maybe we’ll do this more often.”

“Yay!” Victoria cheered.  “I’m glad you liked my idea.”

Lori rolled her eyes.  She knew Victoria well enough to know exactly what was coming next. 

“You know, Mom…”

Here it comes.

“...since it was my idea and you wouldn’t have known about it otherwise, I think it’s only fair if you let me try it out, too.” Victoria said.

“Oh, is that right?” Lori asked.

“Yeah, Mom.  Seriously.  You know, I could have played with Paddy while you were gone.  Gina probably would have let me.  Or if I was really ballsy I could have stolen him.  But I didn’t.  You know why?”

“Because you’d be grounded until your retirement?” Lori guessed.

Victoria chuckled, “No. Because you said I couldn’t.  And I always listen to you.”

“Oh, this is rich.” Lori laughed, wiping the excess lint and dead skin from Michael’s face and naked body.  

“Mom, seriously.” Victoria shifted her weight on the carpeted floor, sitting with her legs tucked beneath her. She twirled a lock of her dark hair around her finger and leaned forward, eyes wide with eager anticipation. “I just want to see what that feels like. Can I please?”

Lori looked down at Michael, who was wide-eyed and shaking his head profusely.  He shook his head so hard it looked like he might topple over. And then she looked back up at Victoria.  Lori didn’t outright and reflexively say no, so naturally Victoria was upping the intensity of her pleading.  

“Puh-lease, Mom! I’ll literally do anything!” Victoria whined, scooting closer and placing her palms on Lori’s knees, her soft lips pouting dramatically. 

She glanced over at Isabella, who was perched cross-legged on the recliner. Isabella too must have sensed the absurdity in Lori not immediately shutting down Victoria’s request, because she seemed just as shocked.

Lori let the silence simmer for a moment longer before speaking. “I’ll tell you what..” 

Victoria fell dead silent and her eyes grew impossibly wide. Michael also froze in place within Lori’s palm, save for his tiny chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. Lori didn’t acknowledge him—there was no need. He wasn’t part of this decision.

“If you bring home an A on your report card.” Lori paused, her voice calm but firm. “Just one A…”

Victoria shot up to her knees, practically bouncing. “Then he can kiss my feet?” she blurted out, her excitement spilling over before Lori could finish.

Lori smirked, offering up a slight but significant correction. “Then I will think about it.”  That was enough for Victoria, who shot up to her feet, practically exploding into the air like a thick, 5’4” stack of dynamite.  “Oh my god! That’s gonna be so easy!” she squealed.

“And it can’t be gym.” Lori added.

Victoria froze mid-dance, her grin faltering for a brief moment. “Oh,” she muttered, hands on her hips now, her lips pursing in thought. “Well... a little bit less easy. But I’m still gonna do it!”

Lori turned her gaze back to Michael, who remained rooted to the spot, his tiny face filled with dread. He looked like he wanted to protest, to beg, but he stayed silent. Maybe he didn’t want to give Victoria the satisfaction of his reluctance. Maybe he was too afraid to object to anything Lori said anymore. 

“Wait…” Victoria said, a troubled expression flickering across her cherubic face.  “Does that mean Bella automatically gets to play with Paddy?  Since she gets straight A’s? Her deal should have to be harder.”

Isabella sneered at Victoria. “I don’t want him anywhere near my feet.”  The petite brunette princess looked over at Lori and her sassy demeanor and expression softened.  “No offense, Mom.”

“It’s okay, dear.  I know you’re not crazy about Michael.” Lori said.

“I’ll never understand that.” Victoria said. “He’s just so adorable. Look at him!”

Lori chuckled. “Well, take one laslt peek, sweetheart.  Michael’s heading back home for the rest of the night.”  She looked down at Michael. Despite everything, he looked almost eager to get back into his usual spot in Lori’s bottom.  

“You’ll get an hour before bed…so long as you’re good.  Understood?”

Michael nodded quickly and with that, Lori tugged at the back of her waistband. Her massive, doughy cheeks loomed before him, soft and plush like two great pillows, radiating a warmth accumulated from an evening of relaxation, and they were ready to share with him. Without ceremony, Lori slipped Michael effortlessly between the soft embrace, and her cheeks greedily swallowed him up. He was gone in an instant, engulfed with a final wiggle that sealed his fate.

The elastic waistband snapped shut against her lower back with a satisfying pop, sealing him away within the ample confines of her motherly curves.  As far as he was concerned, the world outside no longer existed.  Lori sighed. Now that he was home, that tiny, persistent worry in the back of her mind dissolved.  And she was sure he was relieved, too.  No more foot-pampering. No more gawking teenagers.  Just Michael–alone with the two, big, soft buns hugging him so, so tight.

Lori’s gently rippling glutes had barely come to complete rest around Michael, and Victoria was already making her way to the stairs.

“The movie’s not over yet.” Isabella called after her.

“Don’t care.” Victoria shot back, her heavy footsteps thudding up the steps. “I gotta go study!”

Lori and Isabella exchanged glances.  Her middle daughter rolled her eyes, but they both smiled.

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Days turned to weeks and life continued on.  The weather changed and so too did the length of each day. But what remained consistent was Michael’s routine. He continued spending anywhere between 15 to 22 hours of his day protected by Lori’s enormous, plush ass cheeks.  Winter settled in, and January brought the coldest stretch of the year. It was the coldest winter in a decade, in fact, and there was no shortage of grievances from her summer-hearted daughters, but Lori heard no complaints or over-exaggerated teeth-chatters from Michael. To him, the freezing air might as well have been legend–a fuzzy memory distant as the taste of normal, solid food. 

As she walked through the crisp, freezing air in thick leggings, Lori found a strange sense of pride in knowing how perfectly safe and warm her insulating, protective plush curves were keeping little Michael.  The wind could easily send a shiver up Lori’s spine, and she could feel the cold bite of February everywhere, from the end of her nose to the tips of her toes, and everywhere in between.  Even along the curvature of her well-rounded cheeks. 

But not between them.  

They were far too thick, far too fleshy…and the cold had no chance of permeating that deep. Like most years before this one, Lori had overindulged and put on a little holiday weight. And like with all Warren ladies, the extra servings of pumpkin pie and egg nog went straight to her hips, thighs, and rear.  But unlike every year before this one, Lori wore the extra weight proudly.  It wasn’t overindulgence just for the sake of it, right?  No, it was to benefit little Michael.  To make him feel safer and more secure.  She was like a mama bear, preparing her little cub for the long winter. And oh, how the environment between Lori’s glutes laughed in the face of winter! Their sheer size meant that Michael was practically entombed, shielded from the cold like a tiny ember trying to burn, tucked within a furnace of peachy, supple warmth. The thought brought a smile to Lori’s face as she adjusted her scarf and coat, relishing her own body’s ability to protect him so effortlessly.

Snowflakes drifted through the air as Lori brushed ice from the windshield of her car, and those flitters of fresh snow found homes in her hair, on her shoulders, and neck.  But nowhere near the cleft between her cheeks. Should a rogue, adventurous snowflake somehow find it’s way down the back of her leggings and underwear, and should it somehow muster the wreckless, adventurous inclination to delve between those glutes, the little snowflake would become a little water droplet seconds into its journey. 

Her soft, plump cheeks kept Michael nestled in place, shielded from the winter’s chill. “At least he’s warm.” she muse under her breath as she scraped. Lori’s core tightened with each scrape against the frigid glass and her ample flesh rippled, reminding Michael that his home hidden within her was alive. By the time her windshield was cleared, Lori’s fingers were numb, but the soft and unrelenting press of her ass cheeks continued to hold Michael tight, cocooning him in delightful warmth, never once allowing winter’s sting to reach him. And once they were in the car with those heated seats, her chilly buns would toast quickly..and Michael as well, if he wasn’t already toasty enough 

The heated seats were great, but Lori surmised that the times when Michael was the warmest were the intense moments immediately after the natural build-up of gas in Lori’s stomach had nowhere to go but…well…out.  Poor little Michael…he’d be as deep in her crack as he could go, interested in not even the slightest hint of cold weather, and whether he knew it or not, he was positioning himself perfectly for just the opposite! With a soft tightening of her abdomen and a subtle grunt, Lori would flood the tiny space where Michael was snugly lodged and it’d feel like she was housing a miniature fireball. She imagined the warmth must be immediate and intense, like a sudden burst of heated air from a furnace. Sure, he might not enjoy the smell, but in the grand scheme of things, wasn’t a little unpleasantness worth the added comfort?

“Bet that warmed you right up,” she’d think with a chuckle, savoring the knowledge that even her most mundane bodily functions served as a constant reminder of her natural aptitude for his care.

Spring arrived in its typical fits and frustrating false starts, with warmer days teasing their way between stubborn stretches of lingering cold. When the cold weather was finally and truly behind her, Lori adjusted her wardrobe accordingly. She exchanged her thick winter fabrics for lighter joggers and clingy yoga pants. Each pair hugged her massive, doughy cheeks, the soft material practically molding to her curves. Michael, as always, remained firmly wedged between them, swallowed without effort or attention by the sheer immensity of her backside.

The first morning it was warm enough to leave home without a coat, Lori decided to take a leisurely walk at the local park. She’d gotten Michael at the very end of last fall, and now, as the sun peeked through scattered clouds, she was quickly reminded just how much a few degrees of temperature could change things.

The warmth of spring was a mild pleasantry for Lori, but it was surely a very abrupt change for what Michael was used to. Lori’s soft and vast glutes were a little too good at capturing and holding heat, and her crack became a humid cocoon that trapped him in oppressive heat. Each step caused her cheeks to ripple and shift, their pillowy mass undulating and shifting Michael around. The growing warmth brought with it a thin, clingy sheen of sweat that slicked the light-void confines of her bottom, the moisture mingling against the plump flesh into a humid, salty musk that Michael surely loved. Yet Lori hardly noticed. The added heat and friction were nothing more than a vague awareness—a minor shift in her ever-present comfort. But for Michael, there was far less friction, and in the moments when Lori was actually paying attention to him, she noticed him shifting and reorienting within her crack regularly, as if he were a hard candy being shifted about in a hungry mouth.

She barely spared him a thought. After all, a little extra warmth wasn’t going to hurt him. If anything, it was a ‘him’ problem. She had plenty of ‘her’ problems that he surely wouldn’t spare a calorie thinking about so why would she do the same for him? Lori wondered if Michael had thought ahead to the coming months.  If Michael found the sweat and stickiness challenging now, he had better brace himself for summer. The thought brought a faint smirk to her face as she passed blooming cherry blossoms. Maybe the growing dampness even did him a favor. With how wet it was becoming back there, he could drink to his little heart’s content. Practical, really.

And still, she walked on, the scenery changing, the sounds of birds and distant laughter filling the air. No one else in the park had the faintest idea of the tiny man trapped beneath the massive swell of her cheeks. Families strolled past, couples walked their dogs, children raced along the pathways—all blissfully unaware of Michael's reality. Lori carried her secret with a growing, earned, effortless confidence, her enormous curves concealing him so perfectly that not a soul could suspect his presence. The weight of her body, the plush softness of her glutes, the slight jiggle that accompanied her steps—all of it masked him, leaving him utterly invisible. As he should be.

Occasionally, Lori would feel a slight twitch or squirm, a meek little reminder of the man tucked away within her. But the pressure of her cheeks would simply roll over him, silencing any sign of struggle before it could amount to anything. To everyone else, she was just another woman enjoying a spring afternoon, her shapely figure earning the occasional admiring glance. Little did they know how much power those soft, smothering cheeks held!

Moments like these only further confirmed Lori’s belief—her bottom really was the perfect home for Michael. She could carry on with her day, carefree and comfortable, while he remained snug, secure, and ever so small. It was just the way things were meant to be.

Summer barreled through with full force, baking the pavement outside. And with it came a relentless, oppressive heat unlike any year in recent memory.  Shorts and skirts were a great way for Lori to stay cool, but she had to stay stocked on gold bond or else she’d die of thigh chafe. Her enormous cheeks jiggled freely beneath the flimsy fabric, every step a reminder of just how much soft flesh surrounded Michael. No amount of light clothing could stop the heat from collecting deep within her crack. The sweltering heat kept him calm and timid, and he dare not burn too much energy…and he slept more, which was nice. But the wardrobe changes themselves really didn’t do much for Michael.  This was his first summer living in someone’s bottom and even though Lori had never come close to the level of cordiality and ‘buddyness’ they once had, she was still capable of sympathy.  After all, he was being subjected to a whole new level of confinement.  

The simplest tasks turned Lori into a walking furnace. She’d barely be outside a few minutes before beads of sweat formed along her lower back, cascading down her spine and disappearing into the plush canyon of her ass.  Part of the tickling also came from Michael, squirming and wriggling in his friction-free environment.  “I bet you’re just loving this.” Lori would say, her bare feet cooling off in a pool of water as she soaks in the sun of her backyard. Meanwhile, Michael was soaking in something else.  

One particularly sweltering July afternoon, Lori took Victoria and Isabella to her mother’s house to swim in the in-ground pool. Lori lounged on the poolside in her conservative black two-piece, basking in the sun and reading her book to the pleasant sound of her two daughters splashing in the water.

Isabella emerged from the water first, droplets cascading down her elegant frame. Her smooth, tanned skin glistened in the sunlight. The vibrant pink bikini she wore struggled to contain her breasts, and the neighborhood boys were not subtle in the slightest with the way they stared from over the fence line. 

"Ugh, I think I got water in my ear," Isabella murmured.

She slipped into her black flip flops and rushed to block her squinting eyes with her oversized sunglasses like a glamorous starlet. 

“That’s what happens when you lose ‘queen of the float!’” Victoria cackled from atop the orca whale pool float. Victoria had rarely wore swimsuits but now that she was older, she opted for her first two-piece. Unlike Isabella, Victoria's figure was a reflection of Lori’s own — wide hips, thick thighs, and a plump, round rear that filled out her swimsuit with ease. The low scoop back left her ample backside fully displayed and it rippled as she struggled to stay atop the uncooperative orca. 

Victoria was the last to leave the pool, and it was only because the burgers on the grill were ready to be eaten.  She toweled off, sitting on a lounge chair next to her mother.

"Bet Michael's having a blast," Victoria quipped, her grin wide as she dried her hair. She leaned against Lori’s chair, drying her chest, stomach, and thighs next. "All that butt sweat? It's basically like a waterpark in there."

Lori rolled her eyes, shifting her massive cheeks slightly. She could almost feel the defeated squirming from Michael, drenched in the humid confines of her flesh. The slick warmth of the summer sun only intensified the moisture trapped between her glutes, making his tiny, futile movements feel even more insignificant. 

Isabella, ever the princess, wrinkled her nose in disapproval. "Ew.”

"He’s hydrated, at least!" Victoria giggled uncontrollably. 

Isabella graduated that summer, an emotional milestone that brought tears to Lori’s eyes. Within weeks, she was off to college, leaving the house quieter than ever. As much as Lori cherished the pride she felt, she couldn’t deny the pang of loneliness that lingered. At least Victoria was still around, having been held back in school. For once, Lori didn’t mind. An empty nest wasn’t quite as daunting when she had her youngest daughter’s quips and antics to keep her entertained.

By August, Lori had grown so accustomed to Michael’s presence between her cheeks that she honestly had a hard time discerning him from beads of sweat trickling in her crack. He’d had become so much a part of Lori that she barely noticed him. The line between the feeling of her sweat droplets and his writhing body blurred completely. Long afternoons in the sun, the gentle lap of pool water against her legs, or the rhythmic thud of treadmill strides—through it all, her massive, sweat-slicked cheeks kept him firmly in place. She couldn’t deny the convenience. No worrying about his comfort, no thought spared to his comfort because why wouldn’t he be comfortable? He was simply there. A permanent, unnoticeable presence in her crack.

Except when Gina babysat him, of course. Lori leapt at any excuse to pay her eldest daughter a little extra. Gina got spending money, Lori felt good supporting her, and Michael…well, he got a change of scenery. If marinating in Gina’s shoes or under her feet counted as scenery. It was basically a win/win for everyone. Gina was permitted to–and took full advantage of Michael’s foot-focused gifts.  It may not have been his favorite passtime, evident by how each time she passed him off to Gina, he gripped Lori’s fingers just a little bit tighter. 

She still wasn’t allowed to leave the house though.  So in all reality, he probably loved that staying with Gina’s foot meant that he was in air conditioning.  Lori could ‘condition’ the air between her cheeks too, but it all depended on what she’d had to eat the day before.  When trapped in her crack, sometimes he’d squirm a little more than usual, like one particularly humid afternoon at the farmer’s market.  She barely acknowledged it.  “I know, I know.” Lori muttered, fanning herself while looking at flowers outside. She slid a finger in under each of her bulbous cheeks and bounced them violently. That was how he knew to stop; and he did.

“It’s hot for everyone. Not just you.”

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