RR Nina Beckett - Chapter 16

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Reduction & Relocation: Nina Beckett

Chapter 16 - Ballistics

[February 17, 2010]

The first thing David noticed upon being brought into this new, unfamiliar room in RR Labs was the intense bright lights.  Nothing made a light look brighter than emerging from a dark sock after a few hours but this was truly insane.  He could tell it wasn’t just him because even Dr. Stanhope was squinting, static in the doorway and patiently waiting for her vision to adjust before continuing in.

David and Dr. Stanhope were not alone.  Standing near a complicated network of server equipment was Rose Torres.  Rose had a significant place in David’s memory; despite her being relatively sweet and friendly when he was large, she was at best pleasant and at worst indifferent now that he was small.  But hey, it could have been way worse…at least she didn’t treat him like–

“--Jane, what’s wrong?” Dr. Stanhope chuckled.

Despite having entered the space long ago enough to have acclimated her gaze, the gothic intern was stil shielding her eyes like a pale vampire caught in a high-noon sun.  

“It’s just so bright.  Does it have to be this bright?”

“Oh yes, absolutely.” Dr. Stanhope replied emphatically.  “The more light, the better the tracking technology operates.”

“Tracking technology?” Jane asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

“Of course.  Didn’t Brandi tell you what we’re doing today?”

David’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the blonde bombshell of a woman, dressed in a cute orange tank top and hip-hugging, low-rise blue jeans.  

“Now why would I do that and ruin the surprise!” Brandi leaned in to give Jane a playful hug and squeeze.  Jane’s eyes widened and her body stiffened like a rod.  “Since she’s this big hotshot creating the GyroToes experiment, I figured I’d leave her hanging on my experiment.”

Jane must have felt all eyes on her because she’d started wrangling in her panicked, smitten expression and posture, trading it in for a more relaxed, albeit forced, pose. She was actually even leaning into Brandi’s hug and she seemed all too disappointed when it finally broke, 

“And ever since her success, there have been so many experiment ideas for David I figured I had to throw my hat in the ring too!”

Jane’s nervous expression soured and shapeshifted from that of a timid kitten to an angry werewolf. “Wait…you’re doing an experiment with…him?”

“Yup!” Brandi sauntered over toward Dr. Stanhope and peered down at the toe ring, and David cowered as she smiled at him.  “You and I are going to make a great team today, little cutie!”

David pleaded with the cutesy blonde who was now tickling the pink jewel.  “No, no, no! For the love of god, take it back!  Don’t call me that!” Jane crossed her arms with marked defiance and anger. He recognized the fire in her eyes and he wanted to be as far away from it as possible. “You’re going to get me in so much freaking trouble!”

 He didn’t ask for any of this!  He didn’t want to be anywhere near Brandi! 

“Are we ready to start then?” Dr. Stanhope asked.

Brandi nodded with a chipper smile and slid her feet out of her pristine white sneakers, revealing clean white ankle socks.  The socks came off next, revealing bare feet, tan and cute just like her face. Her bright orange toenail polish popped against the boring linoleum floor and David spotted a footprint of condensation left on the floor when she lifted her foot to scoot her shoes and socks away.  “Great…it was only a matter of time before she wore me, too.” David complained, getting ready to be slid onto one of those wiggling toes.  “But why with the theatrics?  Most of these girls just sign me out, put me on, and go about their day.”

The true confusion came when Brandi unzipped her skin-tight jeans. The fabric slid down her shapely thighs, but it didn’t give up without a fight.  The dark jeans revealed their soft white underbelly as they turned inside-out, clinging to the blonde beauty’s bare legs for as long as they possibly could.  The jeans were so tight, the clinging continued all the way down, pooling at her ankles. She stood there in nothing but a t-shirt and black thong.  The smooth contours of her cheeks swelled prominently, accentuated by the snug black cotton of the thong that plunged down, dividing her ample glutes and disappearing between them, thanklessly expected to handle the brunt of their pressure. Michaelangelo had his brush, Beethoven had his piano…and good lord, Brandi had that mind-boggling ass.

It was moments like these when the critically-thinking, scientific mind of David took a backseat to the primal instincts and drives of his biology and the fire of his heart.  Was he weak for giving in?  Or was it some sort of defense mechanism to view these goddesses as if they were normal women?

He’d had plenty of fantasies picturing Dr. Bexley on his arm–knocking up on the door of his parent’s home in Vermont.  They’d answer the door and David and he’d say ‘Mom, Dad,  this is my girlfriend, Alexandria Bexley…but you can call her Alex’  …and oh, they’d be so impressed with her!  

David’s fantasies surrounding Brandi were quite different…and perhaps even more complicated than with Dr. Bexley. He’d have preferred not to have them at all, fearing that the angry black kitten might, for all he knew, develop a method of prying into his brain and seeing his perverted thoughts.  Thoughts of bending Brandi over the arm of his couch..thoughts of tightening his grip on that long blonde braid…and thoughts of plowing his rock-solid cock into that tight pussy from behind.  God, the way those cheeks bounced against him in those fantasies…he’d last 2 pumps inside of her, tops. And if he could even manage to control himself long enough, he’d pull out and explode all over that huge bare ass.  

As weird as it sounded, thinking about fucking Brandi helped him to forget his actual relationship with her…with all the girls there.  And right now, it was hard to tell who’s eyes were bugging further from their skulls, Jane’s or David’s.

“Whoa…what’s going on?” David asked as Dr. Stanhope approached Rose.  She explained that the devices presently flashing and beeping like server networks were actually controlling over 400 miniature cameras meticulously mounted throughout the small room.  Rose accepted the toe ring from Dr. Stanhope promptly unscrewed the jewel as the red headed doctor continued her explanation. 

“Rose has been working diligently on a tracking technology capable of monitoring The Anomaly over a range of dynamic movement patterns.  And then our very own Brandi had the splendid idea of expanding on The Anomaly’s previous drop tests with some soft ballistic collisions.”

Rose brought David closer to a new device he’d never seen before.  It wasn’t as intricate or confusing as the Reduction Therapy Device, but it looked just as intimidating.  Was it a gun?

“What are you doing with me?” David shouted as Rose turned the floor of his jeweled prison into a ceiling.  And since he couldn’t stick to the ceiling, he fell directly where Rose wanted him to.  He was literally transferred from the toe ring to some sort of reservoir connected to the ‘gun’. 

“Yeah! By shooting David directly at my butt, we’ll be able to put Rose’s tracking tech to the test, but we’ll also be able to see how he responds to…well…” Brandi’s hand met her colossal left butt cheek with a resounding and echoing slap. The impact rippled through the supple flesh and David found no strength within to look away as the wave continued, sending a mesmerizing cascade of rippling peach waves through the abundant glute. “...direct impact.” Jane literally gasped and her knees threatened to buckle.

“Is that what they’re freaking putting me in?!” David realized too late–as if he could have done anything if he realized sooner–that he had just been loaded into the chamber of a high-pressure projectile launcher. “THEY’RE LOADING ME INTO A GUN?!”

“Can you set these on the table, Jane?” 

It was a simple request from Brandi as she extended her neatly folded jeans but Jane was having the hardest time coordinating the movement of her hands and fingers to complete the task.  

“Are they that slippery?” Brandi asked with a coy smirk. Jane only chuckled nervously, picking them up a second time off the floor before setting them neatly on an adjacent stainless steel table. 

‘How can she be such a nervous wreck with Brandi and such a confidently sadistic bitch with me?’ David wondered.

“Guys, don’t do this!” David shouted

Rose tinkered with the settings on the projectile launcher. “Ready to get in position, Brandi?”  

“Sure! Where do you want me?” Brandi asked.

“See that X in purple tape on the floor?  Just stand facing away from the launcher, center your left foot over the X and stand with your feet shoulder-width apart…” Rose bit her lip, spinning knobs and cranking wheels, clacking away at three different keyboards and tapping a large touchscreen display.  “...and I’ll take care of everything else.”

“Oh my god..” David uttered, watching the fleshy meat of Brandi’s huge ass jiggle as the blond made minor standing adjustments to comply with Rose’s instruction. “I know I could handle the drop test but…you can’t freaking shoot me out of a gun!”

David heard deafening servo motors spinning all around him, making adjustments to his position that were so rapid he felt sick to his stomach.  The adjustments slowed down, becoming more precise as an illuminated green laser dot danced over the peachy curvature of Brandi’s right ass cheek.  “Guys! I don’t care how soft it is and how strong you think I am!  This is gonna kill me!”

The minor adjustments continued, and David watched the green laser mostly disappear between Brandi’s cheeks, swallowed up like light in a black hole and David held his breath.  He sighed when the light reappeared at its full brightness when it climbed out of Brandi’s crack and painted her left butt cheek in a green glow.  

The servo motors stopped.  “Everyone ready?”

Dr. Stanhope smiled with a nod.  

Brandi gave a thumbs up.

Jane was staring, practically slack jawed.

“Isn’t anyone going to ask if I’m re–”

Bang!

David shot out like a cannonball, moving faster than any human had the right to move.  He was moving so fast he feared that his skin and scalp would falter and rip under the immense air pressure.  The particles were so much larger to him now, after all.  This was deadly.  This was so irresponsible. 

It felt like his heart was beating a million miles a minute but in reality, he’d closed the distance to Brandi in less than half a heart beat. He exploded against Brandi’s plush left butt cheek like a harmless little comet striking a big, jiggling plane. David’s collision was epic and traumatizing–to him.  To Brandi, it was as if nothing had happened at all, her bubbly posterior absorbing the blow with little more than a gentle jiggle.

“Could you tell which buttock we struck, Brandi?” Dr. Stanhope asked.

“Umm..he’s so tiny it was honestly harder to tell than I thought it would be!” Brandi giggled.  She bit her lip and cautiously offered up her best guess.  “If I had to guess…hmmmm…I’d say my left cheek?”

“I was actually aiming at the right glute.” Rose said with a chuckle. “But don’t worry, no one would blame you for not being sure. I can’t speak for Jane or Dr. Stanhope, but I don’t think the impact visibly disrupted your buttock tissue at all!”

“No, there was a little movement…in her right cheek.  I saw it.” Jane tugged at the neckline of her lab coat, quickly clearing her throat. 

Brandi looked over her shoulder, down at her expansive bare rump.  “So, are you able to track him, Rose?” 

Brandi didn’t know it yet, but David had struck her dense butt cheek so hard that he was literally stuck to her.  Any harder and he feared he might have passed through her skin, only to become submerged in the bountiful, soft fat of her glute.  

“Let’s see.” David heard Rose say.  He wasn’t sure if ‘luckily’ would be the right word for it, but fate dictated that the tiny naked man’s back would adhere to Brandi’s large ass cheek, which allowed him to watch the other girls crowd around a single monitor.  

Rose’s eyes lit up and her finger rushed to the screen as the other girls smiled. “See, there he is! You can see him coming out of the nozzle.  And the camera's auto-followed him up until impact.”

“Can I come see?” Brandi asked, her hands clasped together playfully and then she waddled over. 

“Fantastic job, Rose.” Dr. Stanhope said.  “Look how the tracking centers on The Anomaly even as Brandi walks and her buttocks jiggle.”

“It’s because all the cameras fixated on him are sending high resolution images to the software that’s creating one massive composite image, refreshed at a rate of 30Hz.”

David wasn’t in the condition to admire the technology in the way that the women were, as each bouncy step sent epic, undulating waves through the cushion of Brandi’s bare bottom. From his minuscule vantage point, the sheer expanse of Brandi’s backside was overwhelming. He was a mere speck, helplessly stuck to the vast, undulating landscape of her enormous, curvy cheek.

Brandi twisted slightly, trying to get a better look at him but there was no way she was going to pick up on something so small with her naked eye.  She resorted to looking at the monitors like the other girls. “Oh my god, my butt is huge.” Brandi giggled, her voice filled with amusement and a hint of pride. “It looks even bigger on TV.  And wow, there he is, all flattened out! Jane, check this out! Doesn’t he look like an adorable little tattoo on my cheek?”

David could see the mixture of emotions in Jane’s eyes as she stared down at him. Jealousy and anger simmered just beneath the surface, visible only to David. “He sure does, Brandi,” she said in a strained tone.

David’s face burned with embarrassment. From his tiny, plastered position on Brandi’s bare cheek, he could see the intricate network of tracking equipment. The several hundred cameras on the walls made minor adjustments, keeping him in their crosshairs. The women discussed the complicated logistics and constant recalibration processes of the tracking equipment, oblivious to his plight.

Brandi laughed, clearly enjoying the situation. She gave her hip a little shake, sending another wave of motion through her curvy behind and bringing David along for the ride. The force of the movement was disorienting, making him acutely aware of just how small and insignificant he was in comparison to Brandi’s massive, jiggling cheek.

“Him and I actually talked about tattoos before his reduction therapy,” Rose said.

“Awww, that’s cute,” Brandi replied, tucking her fingers under her glutes and gently bouncing them, sending more ripples through her flesh and further jostling David, and yet he remained hopelessly affixed to Brandi’s big butt cheek. “Maybe he really would wanna be a tattoo then.”

David’s mind raced as he tried to block out Brandi’s teasing and Jane’s smoldering jealousy. He couldn't help but imagine how terrible life would be if he truly were a permanent tattoo on Brandi’s butt cheek.

The thought was horrifying. 

As a tiny, insignificant mark embedded permanently into the curve of her cheek, each day would be a relentless cycle of being squished, stretched, and jiggled as Brandi went about her life, completely uncaring of his presence or experience.

Mornings would probably start with being pressed against the fabric of her underwear as she got dressed, and then would come the tightness of her jeans pressing him further into her soft flesh. Each step she took would send shockwaves through her body, and by extension, through him. The constant motion would be disorienting, making it impossible to find any semblance of peace until hours later when she went to bed…and that was assuming she’d sleep on her stomach!

David cringed at the thought of Brandi’s workouts, feeling cascades of sweat roll over his tattooed form…and what about if she went to the beach?  She seemed the type to bake her buns in the warm summer sun…and David would have no way of protecting himself from the curved peachy plate of her expansive glute. 

Most terrifying of all was the thought of Brandi’s complete control over him. He would be a permanent fixture on her body, subject to her whims and unaware of his feelings. Brandi’s playful nature might mean more teasing, showing him off to friends as a quirky joke, never realizing—or perhaps never caring—about his discomfort.

“What do you think, David?  Wanna come home with me tonight?” Brandi purred playfully as she cupped her hefty glute.

“Please stop talking to me,” David whimpered, feeling the heat of Jane’s fiery gaze on him. He knew she was fuming, though Brandi remained oblivious. “Please stop giving me attention.”

Brandi giggled again. “Aww, I really wish we could hear the little guy. You’re the center of attention now!” She gave her cheek another playful shake, causing David to bounce in a continued circle along with the undulating flesh of her buttcheek.

Jane’s eyes narrowed as she watched Brandi’s teasing. Her jealousy flaring hot enough to burn David’s skin. “I don’t think Dr. Bexley or Dr. Walker would be okay with that.” Jane said, her tone more cold than normal, especially when speaking with Brandi. 

“She’s right, Brandi.” Dr. Stanhope agreed. “We’ve got A LOT planned for this little anomaly.”

“Okay, are we done yet?” David asked weakly. As if to answer, Dr. Stanhope dropped down to her knees, bringing herself eye-level with Brandi’s monumental ass. From David’s perspective, the doctor appeared as an enormous figure, her face looming closer to the vast expanse of Brandi’s cheek. She pushed a stray strand of red hair from her green eyes and squinted, zeroing in on his tiny, plastered form.

“There he is,” Dr. Stanhope announced, her voice a booming affirmation that sent a shiver down David’s spine.

From his position, David could only see a fraction of Brandi’s butt, but even that was overwhelming. The sheer scale of her glute stretched out like a curving horizon, the smooth, pale skin a supple and creamy landscape.

Dr. Stanhope’s fingernail moved toward him with deliberate slowness. To David, it was like watching a guillotine descend. The edge of her fingernail slid under David, lifting him slightly and breaking the strong bond between his back and Brandi’s warm, soft bun. The sensation of being pried away like a barnacle on a boat was surreal and humiliating, each second feeling like an eternity.

David’s world rumbled as a playful giggle came from above him. “It’s actually kinda funny.  I couldn’t feel him when Rose shot him at my butt, but I can definitely feel him being scraped off,” she said with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

Dr. Stanhope’s nail worked with surgical precision, peeling him away from the cheek he had been adhered to. “There we go,” Dr. Stanhope said with a satisfied smile. “Got him.”

As he was lifted higher, he could see more of Brandi’s enormous butt stretching out below him. The expanse was almost too vast to comprehend.

Brandi glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Bye-bye, little tattoo. Hope you enjoyed your stay!”

David’s face burned with shame as he was carried away from the enormous butt that had been his world for what felt like an eternity. The experience had been a stark reminder of his own insignificance but at least it was over.

“Ready for round two?” Rose asked. Brandi eagerly nodded, returning to her position.

“WHAT?!” David shrieked.  “Not again!! Come on!” David wriggled atop Dr. Stanhope’s fingernail and plead for mercy, but as usual his weak protests fell on deaf ears. He was once again deposited into the otherwise empty chamber and prepped for another shot at Brandi’s bulbous bottom.

He shot out of the launcher once again, just as fast as before.  This time, however, Rose’s aim had been slightly off.  Or the calibration settings for the launcher were not as brag-worthy as the tracking cameras.  Rose had intended on firing him into Brandi’s right glute this time; he saw the green dot. 

He only had a split-second worth of time to realize what was about to happen.  To realize that his destination was not the center of her right glute. 

Reduction & Relocation: Nina Beckett

Chapter 17 - Return of the Angry Black Kitten

[February 17, 2010]

It was several inches to the left.

There was no time to scream or cry. No time to bargain or self-deprecate.  

He’d been fired from the launcher directly centered on Brandi’s big, bare ass and there was nothing he could do to even redirect from the obvious location he was targeting, let alone put an end to this whole thing. With a whoosh of compressed air, David was forcefully fired from the muzzle, hurtling toward Brandi.  He plunged headfirst into the crevice between Brandi’s soft, globe-like butt cheeks, rocketed deeper between her glutes than anything even a thousand times larger than he could have ever hoped to get on its own.

The warm air, uncommon as it may have been at this depth into Brandi’s crack, was thick with the scent of her skin, a heady mixture of fragrant soap and teasing hint of sweat.  His surroundings pulsed with life, the rhythmic sway of Brandi’s buttocks gently rocking him back and forth like a tiny ship adrift on an endless sea of flesh. 

“Uh-oh”. Rose rapidly tapped the touchscreen display.  “I think something went wrong with the projectile launcher…or the cameras came off line for a moment.”

“No shit!” David shouted, his voice completely inaudible amidst the dense, pillowy cushion surrounding him. He was shocked he could even hear Rose’s voice through all this plush flesh enveloping him. The pressure was overwhelming, yet it was so…comparatively tolerable. Perhaps it was the fact that he was comparing the experience to when the very same big-booty blonde had sat on him, pressing him between a firm bike seat and the world-sized glute. Now it was soft, pliable peach cushion on all sides. The warmth and softness of Brandi’s buns all around him were almost…pleasant. No one was in a better position than him to fully understand (and greatly appreciate) just how hygienic she was and how big a difference it made!

“The cameras are pointing down,” Rose frowned.  “That means they’ve lost track of him.”

“Oh you don’t say…” David said indignantly. “Maybe because I’m buried in ass…”

“I guess he fell off my buttcheek?” Brandi suggested.

David braced himself as Brandi began to move. The sensation of her walking was surreal. With each step, her cheeks shifted and squeezed him rhythmically, the massive glutes clenching and unclenching, creating waves of motion that made him feel like he was in the middle of a soft, warm ocean. The flesh around him molded and yielded in ways that were almost gentle despite the overwhelming scale, and yet he could sense (and felt strong fear and respect for) the powerful gluteus muscles hiding under all that comforting fat.

“The cameras aren’t showing anything,” Rose said.

Brandi squatted down, probably to look for David on the floor around her feet. The action parted her big, dense butt cheeks just enough for David to feel a terrifying lessening of pressure. He could see the world outside through the narrow gap, a sliver of light and movement beyond the confines of Brandi’s rear. As she continued to squat, her cheeks spread wider, and he began to slide downward, the slick, soft skin guiding him out of his fleshy prison.

David tumbled out of her crack, falling unceremoniously onto the cold linoleum floor. He landed between Brandi’s bare feet, feeling a mixture of humiliation and relief. 

‘Okay…this is the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to me,’ David thought with snide self-deprecation. He’d just been ejected from his host in a way not too different from how she ejected waste from her body. Was he just waste? As he lay on the cold floor, feeling the chill against his skin, he couldn’t help but feel that way.

David stared up in awe, his tiny body trembling on the floor. It was insane how quickly he’d adapted to the strong warmth of Brandi’s crack and now he felt all of that built-up heat draining from his body into the linoleum floor beneath him.  Brandi loomed above him like a goddess and her presence was borderline ethereal. 

There was a delicate sharpness to her features that gave her an almost elfish quality–fine, near invisible freckles dusted her elegant nose and her high cheekbones and the slight point of her ear peeking through loose strands of hair that had escaped her rushed braid. 

“Where are you, little tattoo?” Brandi asked.

He couldn't help but drink in every detail of her. Admiration as well as fear coursed through him as he stared up in supreme vulnerability. David's heart raced as he continued to stare up at her in supreme vulnerability. From this angle, he could see the way her full bottom lip dented under the pressure of her teeth as she focused on her search for him. 

Her squat over him deepened and her massive, dense butt cheeks cast an ominous shadow over his form. The sheer scale of her body was overwhelming from his position. Her thighs, powerful and thick, framed his view, leading up to the expansive curve of her hips and the monumental glutes that had been his prison. He could see every subtle contour and curve, the way her muscles flexed beneath the smooth surface of her skin.

“I’m not seeing him.” Brandi stood back up, her beautiful face exploding up out of view.  “Any luck with the monitors?” 

She pivoted on one foot, taking a step toward the girls at the display and cast David in a monumental, foot-shaped shadow. She stepped as if she was trying to be careful where her foot fell, at least wanting to avoid stepping on him.  

David’s eyes widened as the flawlessly smooth sole as large as a continent came crashing down.  He’d been wedged so deep in Brandi’s crack that he could literally feel her silky smooth thong string against his skin, but now he was about to deal with a very different kind of pressure.  Different even from when she sat on him–different and much, much worse. 

The creamy, smooth sole of Brandi’s foot came down fast.  As it got closer, he noticed her foot, previously tinged with a light glistening sheen from being confined in her sneaker, had gathered up dust and debris from the mostly clean linoleum floor.

The full weight of Brandi’s body passed onto him, flattening him paper-thin beneath her unaware barefoot. 

“How come it's all static-y?” Brandi asked, fidgeting her foot.  The fidgeting was enough to send David on a forced tour of her scrunched up sole.  He became lost in the intricate wrinkles, growing and disappearing with the rapid movement.  There was no such thing as up and down.  Left and right.  Right and wrong were even far too complex and abstract concepts to wrap his head around as he tried merely to survive amidst her bouncing foot.  He eventually came to lodge between her big and second toe, clinging to a cluster of sock lint.  How miserable an existence to be anchored in place by something so small that a normal person probably wouldn’t even recognize its presence.  

“At least it doesn’t smell as bad as Jenna’s…” David said, trying desperately to find the bright side. “...and it’s not nearly as sweaty.”

“I’m not sure…everything’s going haywire.” Rose said.  “I think there’s a discrepancy in the focal length of the aperture settings.  They’re all trying to maintain global when there should only be a dozen or so local groups.”

“Ah!  Okay, picture’s back.”  Rose said.  “Can’t unzoom quite yet, but there he is.”

“Why’s it so dark?” Brandi asked.

“Cause you’re squeezing your toes together, you ditz!” David shouted up toward the woman towering over him. “I can barely see anything!”

“I dunno….I think the alignment slipped right before propulsion.  It’s possible he…well…slotted into your gluteal cleft.” Rose replied.

“Hmmm…let’s see.” Brandi’s fingers sunk deep into the doughy flesh of her buns, creating a strong, contrasting shadow around each of her sunken fingers as she pried her glutes apart and then bounced on her heels.  “Come on out, David.” Brandi chuckled.

“Stop bou–stah—stop bouncing!” David stammered, her goliath toes squeezing the life out of him with each spring. 

“Wait, the cameras are trained down.” Dr. Stanhope pointed out.  “And the video feed is still dark.”

It took much longer than David preferred for them to finally discover that David had actually been trapped between Brandi’s toes the whole time.  They had a nice long laugh about it, which only upset David that much more.  

“Jeez, David! If you wanted so badly to go between my toes, all you had to do was ask!”  Brandi giggled, flexing her toes and watching the camera remain fixed on David.

There was someone far more upset than David though, and seeing the fire in her eyes created a frantic timidness in the tiny naked man now being raised toward Brandi’s face.

“It’s not my fault Jane!  I didn’t want this!” David pleaded.  Even if she could have heard him, she wouldn’t have cared. He could see the wheels spinning in her mind, and he wanted to cry.  She was going to win.  There was no way she wouldn’t.  The game was stacked against him.  Impossibly unfair.

Brandi planted a big kiss on the tip of her finger where David lay..and she had to make a point to smear him off of her lower lip and back onto her fingertip. “I’ll see you again, David!  After all the fun you had today, I’m guessing I should sign out the toe ring so you and I can hang out more!”

David was then placed back into his prison of a toe-ring but before David was deposited into Dr. Stanhope’s breast pocket, he caught one final glimpse of Jane.  She looked positively furious.

          *

The Next Morning (02/18/2010)

          *

“Are you SURE that’s not that AdheX stuff?” Quinn asked again.

Jane replied patiently but flatly, “Yes, I’m sure.  Here…smell.”  

The fellow intern accepted from Jane the small vial and raised the tip to her nose. 

After two sniffs, Quinn broke the silence, “What am I smelling for?”

“AdheX has a sweet, distinct bubble gum smell.  This doesn't have that smell; it’s just regular super glue.”

“Oh okay, just making sure!” Quinn said with a smile, handing the vial back to Jane. “Dr. Bexley might have a cow if the Employee of the Month was permanently stuck to a ballistic peg!”

Jane’s upper lip curled as she squeezed a small dab of super glue out of the tube and onto a small foam peg in her hands.  Made of a compressible foam, very similar to disposable ear plugs, the peg was colored pink and it was about an inch long.

‘What a stupid name…’ Jane thought, rubbing the smallest fleck of super glue out evenly along the flat-edge surface of the cylindrical shape.  Of all the dumb nicknames the lab had come up with for David Dennison, ‘Employee of the Month’ was the one that caused Jane’s eyes to roll the hardest–but only when it was used unironically.  Some of the girls who called him that were actually making fun of him for his naive belief that he could actually work for RR Labs.  She was okay with that…but not everyone meant it that way.

She wasn’t even a fan of ‘The Anomaly’, which was Dr. Walker’s name for him.  Dr. Stanhope, Dr. Zhang, and Dr. Kleinhardt called him that, too. It made him sound cool, which Jane did not like in the slightest.  

He wasn’t cool. He was a tiny, dumb boy that didn’t deserve a quarter of the attention he was getting. Who cares that he was reduced with stability to 1/32”?  Who cares that he can withstand intense pressure?  It’s not something to congratulate HIM over!  

If anything, Rose should be getting all the credit that he’s getting.  And Jane deserved some as well of course for starting the very successful GyroToes experiment.  Dr. Walker was a great help, incentivizing RR staff to wear him for certain amounts of time in exchange for merit points in their employee files.  Employees could choose to wear the toe ring on their feet or on their fingers if the ring fit.  Dr. Bexley had worn him on her foot once or twice but had taken to looping him onto her necklace.  And he didn’t even deserve credit for any of that, either.  Hell no, Jane would roll over dead before she attributed any advancements in GyroToes to little toe-lint boy.  It was the girl wearing him that was putting in the work.  

When Jane returned her attention to the room, she realized that Quinn had been talking this whole time…about the dumb little foot-speck.

“...and thanks to him, we were able to break the shrinking barrier.  I heard some of the doctors saying they couldn’t remember the last time they saw Dr. Walker so excited. And Dr. Bexley is talking about Injection Therapy as being a possibility again. This is just such a great time for RR!”

“Yeah, yeah. Where is he?” Jane asked flatly, holding the pink peg in her hand.

Quinn looked down at her stack of papers and a frown spread on her face.  She checked the pockets of her lab coat but both hands came out empty.  Jane was just about to chastise her fellow intern when Quinn began chuckling. 

“Oh, duh!” Quinn playfully tapped herself on the forehead. Three of the cheap clasp buttons on her labored lab coat popped as she plopped down on a low-height cushioned stool. 

“I forgot I checked him out this morning.” Quinn rested her left ankle atop her right knee and unlaced her left shoe.  The Reebok sneaker she’d worn without interruption since 8 AM that morning landed with a thud on the linoleum floor.  

“Well…technically Dr. Bexley hand-delivered him to me. She pulled an all-nighter and apparently wore him the whole time.”

Much to Jane’s displeasure, the feminine, flowery fragrance of Quinn’s foot lotion barely concealed the natural, vinegary scent of the intern’s ‘end-of-the-day’ foot as she stuffed one of her discarded, well-worn black socks into the toe section of her empty sneaker.

Quinn’s feet, just like the rest of her, were petite and cute.  The aqua blue paint that carefully and meticulously decorated her toenails juxtaposed aesthetically against her pale white foot.  

Jane had worn the dorky little runt twice now.  The first time was on her foot but then when she found out that he had decorated Brandi’s midriff as a belly button ring, Jane sought Dr. Walker’s permission to wear him in one of her tongue rings.  She made sure to time that session around one of her rare but wonderful lunches in the breakroom with Brandi.  She was still fuming about all the up-close-and-personal time he’d gotten with Brandi’s ass during that first ballistics test.  The thought of it awoke an irrational, alarming rage in her…she wanted to march into the woman’s bathroom and flush him down the toilet, but somehow she resisted the urge. 

Quinn flexed her toes, granting Jane a view of her smooth, porcelain-white sole.  Her toes were so rounded and plush that Jane couldn’t even see the underside of the toe ring, not until the five toes on the intern’s left foot straightened and uncurled, revealing the guarded pink jewel. The ring had been turned upside-down, which encased the pink jewel in the flesh of her toes.

“That’s gotta be uncomfortable.” Jane remarked as Quinn reached down to remove the toe ring.

“You think so?  I figure it might be kinda nice for him to be so anchored in place, ya know?  I mean..the movement of the foot has gotta be so extreme that any kind of–”

“--I’m not talking about for him.” Jane interrupted as Quinn slid the ring off of her toe. “I meant for you…wearing a toe ring upside-down like that.  Doesn’t the jewel dig into the bottom of your toe?”

“Oh.” Quinn replied caught off guard, surrounding the toe ring with a citrus-scented sanitizing baby-wipe.  “It felt kinda nice, actually.”

“So it’s another ballistic test today then?” Quinn asked, setting the nV’s toe-ring down in Jane’s open palm.

“Yeah.” Jane said, holding the ring up close to inspect the jewel. “Dr. Walker said we’re going to go harder..and we’re going to adhere him to a peg to make sure that he’s front-facing during impact. I think this’ll be the one to break him.”

“Ya think?  I dunno…he’s REALLY durable!” Quinn giggled.  

Jane unscrewed the jewel and unceremoniously dumped the tiny nV into her palm where the ring had just been.

“The maximum muzzle velocity of the pellet launcher is 1,800 ft. per second.  That’s 66% the speed of a gunshot.  And he’ll be facing off against a brick wall, concrete wall, and then a 4-inch thick sheet of titanium.”

“Oh, wow.” Quinn giggled, “That’s definitely a step-up in difficulty from Brandi’s butt!”

Jane’s face turned beet red.

“Did you hear about that?” Quinn asked.

Jane felt her neck grow warm and her upper lip twitched.  “Yeah, I was there.”

“Oh, that’s great!  I read Rose’s notes on the experiment but haven’t gotten a chance to chat with her about it yet!  I helped a little bit with the tracking tech, ya know.  So why did they pick Brandi?  I’m guessing cause they needed a soft, cushioned target for the first ballistic test?

“Something like that.” Jane grumbled, her face growing hotter.

“Well, I’m excited for today.  According to Rose’s notes, that first test wasn’t anything too fancy.  He was only propelled at something like 250 ft. per second.  Slower than a paintball, I think. Did her butt get bruised at all?”

“Let’s focus on today’s ballistic test.” Jane snapped back. She felt her blood beginning to boil, the hand holding him trembling with rage.  She hadn’t forgotten Brandi randomly mentioning that the nV was cute prior to his reduction, but how was he still getting all this positive attention from everyone? 

“Okay, okay.  What’s up your butt today?” Quinn asked, dumping David from the toe ring into Jane’s open hand.  

“Nothing…sorry, not your fault.” Jane said.  

She shuffled the pathetic nV within her hand, making sure that he was face down into the skin of her palm. When he tried flipping over, Jane sternly instructed him to remain on his stomach as she lowered the sticky end of the bright pink peg onto his body.  She pressed firmly against his back as if it were a glue stick on a sheet of paper and when she lifted the bright pink peg up, the n-V was stuck to the tip.  

“Gee…I wish I could stay and watch…” Quinn said, sliding her foot, now plain with no toe ring, back into her black sock and sneaker. “...but I have to go back and help Dr. Zhang.” The petite blonde intern  tickled the bright pink peg and wished the stupid little speck luck before exiting the lab, leaving Jane and the nV alone.

Jane scowled down at the nV, watching his struggles become less and less productive as the glue hardened.  She knew that it was silly to feel jealous of something as insignificant as a subject..nevermind a non-Viable!  However, she hated how much positive attention he was getting from the lab..and especially from Brandi. The stupid little thing was trying to talk to her.  It was probably incredibly lonely being that small. 

Good.

She hoped he was miserable. Jane hoped, despite spending nearly every second of his life with a woman, that he felt isolated and alone.  Inferior.  Damned.  

The foam pink peg was set; she’d done her job.  Now all she had to do was set him down for the coming ballistic test.  Jane prepared to leave but she caught something out of the corner of her eye.

It was a stack of pegs. Foam, just like the one she’d glued David to.  But instead of pink they were bright orange. She suddenly remembered what the orange pegs were for and a devious smile spread across her face.  

This was too good of an idea not to do.  She actually chastised herself for not thinking of it sooner.  The idea was so good, she was going to go right to the experiment reservation tool and cancel the next ballistic test.  What she had in store for David was going to be so much worse than simply being shot into brick walls or concrete.  Oh, it was going to be so good…and with some luck, maybe this time he wouldn’t be found.

She roughly removed David from the peg, hearing the faintest hint of a squeak as he almost certainly must have left some skin back on the pink peg.  “Oh, you’re going to have so much fun, you worthless little shit,” Jane growled as she glued him to the bright orange peg.

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