RR Lori Warren - Chapter 51

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Reduction & Relocation: Lori Warren

Chapter 51 - Between Fingers and Fate

January 28th, 2006

Gina’s POV

Gina tried not to think of Michael, as it would unavoidably bring to mind her mom’s unmentionables..which was pretty gross.  It had gotten easier whenever her mom started keeping him in her butt for much longer, and then even easier once Gina finally left home.  But the rare moments when he did actually grace her mind, he was just this weird little thing that lived in his mom’s butt. Sometimes she’d think of him when swiping her debit card at Starbucks. She knew that her mom was transferring money the two were making from the weird experiment they were doing.  And since Michael didn’t have use for money at his size, it was going into Gina’s account. 

Still, it almost didn’t even seem real. She’d go right back to not thinking about him before the barista smiled and handed over her receipt. But now, as his tiny body made contact with her skin, Gina was forced to recognize just how real this all was. He felt almost too authentic, like holding a living, breathing doll. Her first reaction was a flicker of disgust at the sensation of his warm little body settling into her hand.

For a moment, Gina just stared down at him, blinking in disbelief. 

It was bizarre. He wasn’t weightless, but the pressure on her palm was so subtle that Gina thought a strong enough gust of wind could have knocked him off.

She could feel his minuscule limbs twitch, his chest rising and falling in a rapid, nervous rhythm. His skin felt soft, warm, yet insignificant, like the rest of him.  And even as he sat there, she could feel the warmth imparted by her mother’s closed palm leaving Michael’s body.

He’s so… small. So tiny, so fragile. 

It wasn’t her first time looking at him, but holding him now in her hand, something inside her clicked.  Gina understood completely that he was not meant for this world.  She learned about this kind of thing in Freshman Biology–the natural order weeding out the weak and unfit. Michael, with his frail, doll-like body, seemed less like a person and more like some evolutionary joke. His continued existence was a mockery of nature and had no business being anywhere but at the bottom of the food chain. And the only thing standing in the way between him and certain death was…well…a big soft set of butt cheeks.  

As surreal as this revelation was–how vulnerable he was and how dependent he was on the softness of a butt to survive, Gina didn’t feel any rush of maternal instinct like she thought she might. No urge to even protect or shelter him. No urge to baby him.  It’s not like she was babysitting a literal baby.  Hell, he was older than her! There was no deep responsibility beyond the fact that she was supposed to keep him safe for a few hours while her mom and sister went off to celebrate. 

He was just a job, really—a strange, gross job.  He was just for Gina to earn some extra spending money while at college.  If anything, a faint thrill crawled up her spine as she realized just how utterly vulnerable he was in her palm. She could feel every twitch of his little body, his helplessness right there under a ceiling of fingers that wanted to curl.

Gina finally broke eye contact with Michael’s scared and nervous eyes to look up.  Everyone was staring at her. Even her mother.

“Umm…I hope you don’t think I’m gonna do this with you all gawking at me.”

Lori cleared her throat, breaking eye contact with Gina and Michael.  “You two heard your sister. She gently clapped her hands at Isabella. “Let’s go, Miss Scholarship.  The show starts in an hour and I want to make sure we find our seats.”

As Isabella wiggled into her flip flops, Lori turned back toward Gina, who was texting Danielle to tell her she wouldn’t be able to hang out.  “Honey, if you have any questions or if there are any problems…I don’t care how small or silly they may seem….”

“I know, Mom.  Call you.”

Lori smiled. “Right.  And if I don’t answer, just call again.”

“Sure, Mom.”

The two walked out the door but before Lori pulled it shut, she poked her head in once more.  “And if I still don’t answer, I left RR Labs emergency contact number on the refrigerator.  Ask for either Dr. Walker or Dr. Bexley.”

“Mom!” Gina laughed with a tinge of annoyance and indignance. “I got it, okay? I’m babysitting a bug, not diffusing a bomb”  Gina modeled little Michael in her hand, and the little thing stared toward Lori, as if he were longing to go back to her.  “We’ll be fine.  Go have fun.”

Lori made one more gesture before leaving, and it was a silent shift of her eyes toward an oblivious Victoria who couldn’t take her eyes off Michael. There was a stern headshake from Lori, and then a smile and nod from Gina.

“Alright…” Gina sighed, flicking on the single light fixture and ceiling fan for some background noise.  “Let’s get this over with.” 

There was a soft, muted click as Gina pulled the bathroom door shut behind her. 

Now in the privacy of the upstairs bathroom, Gina felt free to let her curiosity run uninhibited. Not interest or enjoyment, mind you!  Sheer, morbid curiosity!  She raised little Michael to her face to take a closer look.  He tried to cover himself, of course.  Her mom had probably told him to.  She’d tried getting him to wear clothes whenever he was out and around Gina and her sisters, but she guessed they either didn’t fit or wouldn’t stay on so her mom eventually gave up.

It was actually kind of cute to watch his hands darting between his legs. The idea of something so little and weak…something that literally lived in her mom’s butt crack…something like him trying to hold on to some semblance of modesty and pride–it would have been funny if it weren’t so sad.

“What’s going on?” Michael asked.  He was clearly aware that he and Gina were alone in the bathroom.  And he was clearly uncomfortable. “Where’s Lori?  Why did she leave me with you?” He fidgeted nervously in Gina’s hand, as if getting out of her hand would somehow get him back to her mom who was already in her car driving.  Living in a butt for so long must have made him stupider or something.

“You didn’t hear her? Mom’s taking Isabella out to celebrate her college scholarship.”

Gina hadn’t gotten many close looks at Michael.  The first look was on that first day she became aware of him. He’d been scurrying on the ground like some kind of little bug, and Vicky nearly crushed him like one.  He’d been spying on Gina and her sisters–that’s what Lori thought, anyway.

“This…this doesn’t feel right.” Michael stammered.  “Can you…please take me back to her room?  I don’t want to be here.”

Gina ignored his pleas, instead taking in the sight of his naked body. She continued recounting her memory up to this point.  Her second time seeing him up close was much closer although she didn’t get to look for very long.  It was when Victoria had dangled him in front of her face at dinner.  God, that was so gross!  He smelled so bad it made Gina cringe just thinking about it!

“Gina, please let me go. No offense but if Lori’s not here, I’d rather be by myself.” Michael pressed against her enormous thumb; it was large enough to be a bully and that’s exactly how Gina used it, pinning him down. 

He wanted privacy?  How about ‘no freaking way’?  She wasn’t getting paid to give him his privacy.

“Stop squirming for a second. It's not like I’m going to drop you.” Gina instructed.  Unlike those two previous encounters, Gina was free right now to stare to her heart’s full content.  She feasted her eyes on his entire anatomy.  If her memory served right, he had more muscles back at the start of all this.  That made sense.  Not like he was exactly lifting weights, and there was no way he was strong enough to move any fraction of her mom’s butt cheeks. He was definitely thinner than she remembered. 

‘And a little more tan than I remember.’ Gina thought. ‘Which is weird.  Why would he look more tan if he’s constantly in…’ 

Her thought trailed off and she looked down at him in disgust as if it was his doing.

‘Ewwwwwww…’

The tan made sense now. And the thought of why made Gina’s stomach churn. She was not getting paid enough for this.

“Listen, you don’t smell bad, but you don’t smell good either.” Gina said out loud.  “And I’m sure my mom did okay cleaning you but…ya really can’t be too careful, right?”

Was Michael going to respond?  No one would ever know because Gina didn’t wait for a response. She simply plunged him under the gushing cold water of the sink.  She lathered him up in the foam hand soap, allowing him to slip and snake through her fingers. The cold water gushed over him again, making him flail like a panicked goldfish. 

“Don’t be so dramatic, it was only water.” Gina said.  Gina couldn’t help but laugh as his tiny arms slapped at the streams of soap sliding between her fingers. “Okay, that should do.” When she pulled him from the water, he was sputtering and hacking. Gina reached for a hanging towel.  Victoria’s was the closest so she proceeded to slip him into its folds. She left him under the stream of water though–until all the suds were gone.   

“It’s disgusting!” Michael wailed.  

“The water is disgusting?  It’s tap water.” Gina said. Wow, and you’re one to talk about ‘disgusting’ by the way.” Gina mused.  “Imagine…a piece of butt lint being snobby about our water quality.”

Michael blubbered in the college girl’s dripping wet hand.  “Why didn’t she bring me?  She brings me with her everywhere.”

Gina was only half paying attention, checking a text from Danielle.  She had gone along to the movies anyway without Gina!  

What a bitch…she better not have taken Amanda with her.

 “I….uhh…..I have no idea. She said something about celebrating. Didn’t ask for details.” Gina said, clearly distracted as she sent a lightning-fast text message with her free hand before clapping the flip phone shut with a loud snap.  “But come to think of it, Mom actually did say that she didn’t want you to go with her.”

“But why?” Michael's question was shaky with misery. 

Gina shrugged with growing annoyance. Her phone chirped again; another text message. “I have no idea, I didn’t ask her.”

“Do you know where she’s going?”

Gina rolled her eyes, trying to split focus between Michael and her friend. “I told you.  She’s taking Bella out to celebrate her college stuff.”

“I know…but where?”

“I don’t know, Michael.” Gina sighed with a theatrical exasperation.  “To see some lady comedian.”

Gina watched the air deflate from his body.  He was already difficult to hear but now he was so soft spoken that even the few water droplets sprinkling from the faucet were rivals for Gina’s attention.

“...Was it…Sarah Silverman?”

Gina nodded, “Actually yeah, I think that’s it.”

Suddenly, Michael went completely limp in her palm, like the life had been sucked right out of him.  For a fleeting moment, she felt confused.  It was just a comedian, and Gina didn’t really find her funny at all. And just as quickly as Gina’s confusion had come about, a persistent disinterest was right around the corner.  Whatever was going on in his tiny little empty head, Gina didn’t have the time for. 

“Okay, enough moping.” Gina said. She had no interest in figuring out why his world had deflated with just six words.  “We’ve gotta get you situated.”

Gina loosened the white drawstring of her plaid fuzzy pajama pants. The soft fabric responded by shifting and sagging against her hips. The pajamas were a bit too big on her, but loose-fitting sleepwear was just how she liked it. 

Comfortable. 

Lazy. 

Cozy. 

She tugged them down just enough to expose the top half of her bare cheeks.  Lori had warned Gina that if there ever was a moment when Michael would struggle and fight to get away, it would be this moment.  

What they’d told Gina reminded her of something she’d learned in her Criminal Psychology class last week about people and handcuffs. In a lot of cases with people being placed under arrest, even those that were compliant and cooperative with police officers, they would suddenly become resistant or even combative. And it would all start with the click of those handcuffs.  Gina’s professor believed that the click triggered a fight-or-flight response because it signals that the person was about to completely lose their control and freedom.  She wondered if Michael felt that way when he heard the zipper fly of jeans lowering. Or the loosening of drawstrings on a pair of pajamas. Or the stretching of a pair of panties.

“Make sure you’re holding him tight.” Lori had warned.  “When you start moving him toward your bottom, he’ll get very animated!”

Her fingers tightened around Michael, but his body remained as limp as an overcooked spaghetti noodle. It was like all the fight and resistance had left him.  Weird.  Whatever . 

The bare skin of Gina’s hips were so much warmer than his skin as he glided around her narrow waist. Her free hand shot around her other hip and tugged at her underwear, ensuring that he wouldn’t get snagged and she guided him toward the slot where her naked, round cheeks met. Gina bit her lip and stared up at the ceiling as the soft flesh of her perky glutes parted just enough to permit him entry into her crack. Now his little legs began to flutter.

And holy crap, the fluttering!

Gina immediately thought back to the day her mother had proposed this ridiculously silly idea of “butt babysitting” as Gina had called it. No part of her was excited about it (other than getting paid), but Gina found herself very curious about what that sensation of a tiny man in her butt would feel like.  She didn’t dare ask her mother.  Hearing her mom talk about a boy in her butt?  She may as well have asked for a Birds and The Bees Marathon talk!  But still, the curiosity gnawed at her. It gnawed at her so much that immediately after hearing her mother’s proposition, Gina found herself searching her dorm room for something around the same size as Michael.  She rifled through her snack drawer until her fingers landed on something that seemed perfect–a Starburst candy.  

It felt kind of silly but she figured it was a decent enough stand-in for Michael, at least for a test-run. The Starburst candy was just about the right size: small enough that it would fit completely between her cheeks but solid enough that she would definitely be able to feel it. She tucked the tiny morsel down the back of her jeans and settled it into position, snug and secure in her crack.  It definitely felt weird, mentally and physically, but after a few minutes she was completely over it.  The only time she noticed the Starburst candy over the next several hours was when she adjusted her sitting position. Other than that, it was barely even a problem.  In fact, she had completely forgotten about the candy until she had to ‘powder her nose’ and she heard the pronounced little splash the moment she sat down.  That was some good practice; she’d have to remember not to do that with Michael!

But anyway, back to today. 

Back to the upstairs bathroom.  

Back to the fluttering.  

That Starburst candy did a whole lot less than Gina thought it would in the effect of preparing her for rear-housing.  The way Michael squirmed and kicked within her crack was so incredibly distracting, you’d have thought that this was his first time being in a butt or something! “Shouldn’t he be used to this by now? How can Mom get anything done with this going on in her butt?” she mumbled out loud.  Gina’s eye twitched as she hiked her bottoms back up over her ample backside, giving one vertical trace along her cleft to make sure he was nice and snug.  She tightened the drawstring of her pajama bottoms, effectively adding another layer of insulation and protection between him and the outside world. He wasn’t going anywhere now. 

Gina washed her hands in the sink, unable to ignore the reluctantly welcome warm presence wedged securely between her buns.  She felt her loosely packed cheeks jiggle with the motion of her hands, and the movement seemed to invigorate Michael even more! Nothing about this was fun.  Sure, it made her feel a little powerful to have so much control over him, but she also had control over all the ants outside. What’s it matter having control over something that has no power?  That was the way she saw it, anyway.  

“Holy crap, calm down.” Gina said. It probably was a good thing she wasn’t going to the movies, after all.  There was no way she’d be able to focus on the big screen with all this going on between her butt cheeks.  She reached down and began pressing her cheeks together. At first, she wasn’t sure how hard she could press, but then Gina remembered the day that she slapped him out of Victoria’s hands.  If he could handle not only being slapped, but slamming into Isabella’s boobs harder than a baseball into a catcher’s glove…

“...then you can handle this…” Gina said, her small biceps flexing as she pressed hard on the outer walls of her glutes.  “Just stop moving, my god. If you can handle my mom’s huge butt, you can handle mine.”

Turning to the sink, Gina ran her hands under the warm water, scrubbing off the traces of her own faint body odor from her fingertips, and grabbed a towel. As she dried her hands, something caught her eye—a faint shadow shifting under the edge of the closed bathroom door.

Gina’s eyes narrowed. 

Of course.  Why wouldn’t she be there?

A smirk played across Gina’s lips.  She wasn’t about to let Victoria get away with this.  With a deliberate quietness, Gina crept until she was mere inches from the door.  The brass doorknob understood the assignment; it was deathly quiet as it twisted ever so slowly in Gina’s hands.  She paused for another second, watching the shadow move again. But it didn’t shy away from its position.

With a sudden, swift movement, Gina threw the door open. And it didn’t make it far.  There was a loud thud and an expressive yelp as Victoria jumped back, clutching her foot and hopping awkwardly on one leg. 

“Ow!” She whined.  She looked more embarrassed and frustrated than hurt.

Gina crossed her arms leaned against the door frame, her round cheeks compressing into the hardwood enough to compress little Michael against the supple flesh with even more pressure.  

“Get a good listen-in, Vicky?” Gina asked, a satisfied smirk on her face.

“I think you broke my toe!” Victoria wailed dramatically. 

“Oh, stop being a baby; I barely hit you.” Gina said. “Why don’t you go get Mr. Pouty Lips to kiss it for you.” 

As if all the fun of pretending had evaporated upon Gina’s accusation, Victoria’s “injured” foot returned unceremoniously to the carpet. “I’ll bet he would if I asked him.”

“Right, good luck with that.” Gina said, walking past her sister. 

“Gina, wait!”

Gina stopped mid-stride, turning to face Victoria with a raised brow. "What is it?" she asked, her tone clipped.

Victoria hesitated, her usual bubbly confidence replaced by a rare flicker of awkwardness. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her fingers nervously toying with the drawstring of her shorts. “At least… umm… tell me what it’s like.”

Gina’s eyes narrowed. “What’s what like?”

“Oh, come on,” Victoria whined. “You know what I’m asking.”

Gina sighed, closing her eyes for a moment as if summoning patience from the heavens. “You’re seriously asking me this right now?”

“Yes, seriously!” Victoria pressed, stepping closer, her eyes bright with intrigue.

Gina’s lips tightened into a thin line as she shifted her hips slightly. She clenched instinctively, feeling the soft, pliant flesh transform into tight, unyielding muscle. “It’s… I don’t know. Weird, yeah. Like having… I don’t know… a grape stuck in there or something.”

Victoria burst out laughing. “A grape? That’s your comparison?”

“Okay, fine,” Gina shot back, her cheeks—both sets—flushing pink. “Imagine the smallest, squishiest stress ball, but it’s warm and it moves. There. Happy now?”

Victoria cackled, nearly doubling over. “Oh my god, that’s amazing!” She straightened, a wicked grin lighting up her face. “Do you think he’s just, like, in there freaking out? Or is he finally used to it?”

Gina smirked, her irritation giving way to a touch of amusement. “Oh, I’m sure he’d rather be back with Mom.”

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