RR Perspective Shift - Louis Jackson

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RR Perspective Shift #1 - Louis Jackson. 

Part 2 of 2

March 15th, 2012

None of this felt fair.  Here Louis stood, shrunken down to microscopic proportions, stuck in a vial with potentially 9 murderers, thieves, and fraud enthusiasts, having a mental breakdown with hundreds of questions running through his mind: and Gabby was the one getting reassured! I can empathize with Gabby’s curiosity but the stakes are much different for me! Granted, I’m not getting microscopic people injected into my ass: I’m the injection going in an ass! Caught in a loop of self pity, Louis kept going in circles with no positives in sight; his plight as insignificant as he was to Gabby, Dr. Walker, and Emma.

However, rational thought began to creep its way back into Louis’ brain.  For a moment, he was grateful that he and the rest of these “volunteers”  were all so small.  The chances of running into anyone were astronomically low and although math wasn’t his strongest subject he at least knew that much. He had to remind himself: Everything’s okay.  

Louis had seen Katie and Emma doing something near Gabby’s abdomen before they started playing with Gabby’s ass. It seemed innocuous…even boring at the time but with what he knew now, he could only assume that they were retrieving another foolish soul who found themselves in the lab’s care.  He had to find the bright side of the situation.  There always was a bright side, right? Of course there was.

A light seemed to be shining off in the distance, towards one end of the syringe, gradually encompassing him more and more.  The vibrations in the fluid still hadn’t ceased.  Blaming Emma’s never-ending nerves, Louis felt just as shaky as his environment.  He didn’t trust her with Gabby’s well being earlier but now his uneasiness was a lot more personal.  Emma didn’t just hold Gabby’s safety in her hands anymore.  She held his life.  

They must be clearing the air out, prepping for injection.  I’ve seen doctors do this all the time on TV.  I just need to relax.  This whole nightmare will be over before I know it.  It’ll be fine.  I’ll be fine.

Then, Louis felt as if he were in a pool and that pool’s drain plug had been pulled. And instead of the water simply leaching out into the earth, there was a powerful motor sucking the water. Louis’ body suddenly accelerated toward the light at breakneck pace. Recovering from whiplash, he braced himself for what awaited on the other side.  Louis slammed his eyes shut; he didn’t want to watch what was about to happen to him–what he’d seen happen to those other poor souls. He didn’t know what life was going to be like in his new and hopefully temporary home of flesh, muscle, and fat.  He could only assume the best though.  Warmth and space like he couldn’t believe.

This is it, he thought, his eyes locked and sealed so tight that gray sparkling stars played across his otherwise pitch-black vision.  Into the dark abyss of an ass cheek belonging to a hot soccer babe.  Well, there were worse fates a man could ask for… Probably.

Louis was stunned. His little microcosm of a fluid tumbling and shaking until he finally crashed.  He kept his eyes shut.  He was afraid to accept his situation at that moment. Maybe he didn’t want to accept it. So there he lay, denying himself the curse of sight, as if that alone might change his fate.  His other sense refused to be denied though. It was silent and cold. 

Not much to listen to when you’re surrounded by adipose tissue, he thought.  Shouldn’t the inside of an ass cheek feel warmer than this? 

Louis couldn’t say he’d ever wondered what it would smell like, but this kind of musty smell was not what he’d have expected.  The liquid that held him was dissipating, flowing away and leaving him on a weirdly textured surface that definitely was not a soft or cushiony buttock. Time to face the music.  Louis opened his eyes to an unexpected, overwhelming brightness and reflexively covered his face with his hands.

Why isn’t it dark? How is there light in here?  I’m in a butt cheek, aren’t I? Wait… Am I even in anywhere???

Louis took a hard look as his eyes steadily readjusted.  The ground was soft and orange.  It looked like rolling hills of tightly woven cables.  When he looked up he saw a similar  pattern of woven fabric above him except it was jet black like a starless night. To his left and right he could see these massive lakes of white reflecting what little light entered this strange setting.  He tried looking off in the distance but all he saw were orange walls and a strange pair of pillars connecting the ground to the sky.  One of the pillars had massive shiny silver chain links wrapped around it.

I’d love to explore and figure out where I am but who knows how long that would take.  I knew I was small but this is just ridiculous. Good lord is this frustrating!

The acoustics of Louis’s body began to go haywire.  He gazed off towards the horizon of this strange place and watched as two new sets of beige pillars moved across his vision. As they rose and fell, he could see their bottoms trail off into shiny black and debris fluttering beneath it. Almost like flats or heels…

Everything started to make sense and Louis gulped hard at the realization.  He observed his surroundings much more closely and the context of it all was scaring him to high heaven.  Those pillars were legs.  Those chains were an anklet. The lakes of white reflecting light was the linoleum flooring of the lab. 

No… no fucking way…  I’m not in Gabby’s ass cheek, I’m on the floor…and I’m in her crumpled-up shorts!

It was hard for him to get a full grasp of what was happening but Louis could just barely see the scowl written across Emma’s face.  She was visibly distraught.  However, it wasn’t long before she left his view as she was quickly shuttled away from sight and the door audibly opened and closed.  He wasn’t left alone with his rapidly panicked mind though.  A pair of soft and puffy feet swung into frame only a few seconds after the door closed.  

As they transitioned from suspended to stable on the ground, they quickly bee lined towards his position.  Louis’s nylon prison began to fold and crumble around him.  It shook and deformed his view to the outside and the cause became revealed: Gabby was absentmindedly fiddling the shorts with her toes.  Thinking she was alone, Gabby began to talk to herself…and Louis could do nothing but hang on tight and listen.

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I hope everything is alright with those two.  Especially Emma. She's seemed unnecessarily nervous this whole appointment!  This is taking longer than I expected and as much as I pity her, I’m gonna be late to practice at this pace! They already put one of those tiny people in my butt cheek.  Is this other injection really that important? 

Gabby looked down at her clothing and noticed a damp spot nestled across the seat of her shorts, under her thong.

Ew! Am I really sweating that much? I mean, I know it's hot and all but to see my shorts actually soaked is NOT what I was hoping to find.  They better not stain! Jenna will never let me live it down if she notices.

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Louis wanted to hurl.  Between the scent of Gabby’s toes fanning over him like a nasty breeze and the knowledge that the sticky feeling and heat he felt coming from the ground below him was attributed to leftover ass sweat, he felt sick to his stomach.  Louis felt dirty and sullied.  This was not something a future music star was meant to be enduring.  Hardship usually meant couch surfing and playing free shows; not being microscopic and tangled in ass sweat soaked nylon.  

Dr. Walker and Emma joined the two college students in the room once again and Louis noticed that Emma, while still nervous looking, had a more determined visage written across her face.  Sweat was still rolling down her face and the device in her hand was still shaking ever so slightly but she was singularly focused.  With Gabby now standing up, the doctors felt it unnecessary for her to lay down again, deciding that they can perform their experiment as is.  Emma caressed the bulbous butt cheek of her patient with the syringe.  Her thumb hovered with trepidation over the pink plunger before slowly and methodically sinking downwards.  Her face and eyes showed something beyond the nerves.  

There was something primal lurking inside of this girl.  

A deep seated arousal that was oh so easily missed by her peers and superiors, but inescapable from the stranded survivor of her earlier mistake.  

It was impossible to miss for Louis.  Her shallow breaths.  Her rose tinted cheeks.  The glossy look in her eyes that seemed to look deeper than their point of focus.  All of these factors led Louis to believe three things: Emma is clearly a novice compared to the skill of Dr. Walker, Emma is a voyeuristic nut job, and the nagging belief that maybe his situation wasn’t an accident.

Dr. Walker soon joined Emma in her crouched position as they pummeled and pounded on Gabby’s cheeks.  Their hands sunk into the flesh like jello and mercilessly harassed the fatty twins.  Louis almost felt worse than before for the subject in Gabby’s left cheek.  He had to endure this massage-based abuse twice now.  Louis’s ears perked up after Dr. Walker and Emma were finished violating those left in the vial.  He was intent on finding answers as to what was happening.  

“Well, that was lovely.  It was like a massage at the end there!” said a loud, innocent sounding voice.

A massage? Like the one they did earlier when they rubbed her ass cheek? I’M STUCK IN SOME DAMP SHORT’S FIBERS SMALLER THAN DUST AND THESE BITCHES ARE GIVING GABBY A MASSAGE?! 

“Go ahead and get dressed, Gabby.  Don’t want to be late for your practice now!  It was a pleasure seeing you. And if you have any more of those calculus questions, feel free to reach out.” Dr. Walker said in a tone not unlike a mature sister.

Hold on.  If they were giving her a massage that must mean they think the injection was a success.  Was I the only one they lost? Do they really not know I’m down here? 

Louis was so confused.  He couldn’t help himself and wonder if this was truly bad.  Unlike him, the people that were in Gabby’s ass must’ve been going through hell.  He knows first hand just how much power and movement those glutes were capable of.  Those guys must’ve been launched at least a mile from their starting position the moment the doctors started fondling and kneading that plump cheek.  Their brains must be rattling in their heads and their sense of direction absolutely obliterated.  

Louis gulped: Did they even survive Gabby’s ass being groped by these doctors?  Anyone with half a brain could recognize that the softness of her cheek was probably like being hugged by clouds but the doctors’ grip and strength could maybe overcome that softness.  Maybe he was lucky that he didn’t end up there.  

It’s great that I’m alive and spared from being squeezed like putty by some perverted doctors but who’s going to help me!?

Explosions of sound boomed in the distance.  They were methodical and steady, the sound of scraping and suction trailing each monstrous plop.  Louis felt deprived and nervous like a horror movie victim seconds away from doom.  He could almost swear that Anna Drubich’s devious composition was playing as his anxiety and dread rose.  Wiggling toes and wrinkled soles fell from above.  Stale air laced with an earthy scent washed over him as they made contact with the lakes of light to his sides. The jet-black sky shot upwards, rising higher and higher until it was sucked between two milky, unblemished, white planetoids.  His heart plummeted in his chest. 

It was her thong; she was literally just putting it on... My entire sky was the thinnest part of her damn thong! She just turned the literal sky into a wedgie - and if she has the power to swallow the sky into that huge ass of hers, what does that mean for me!?

Louis thought back to when she passed by his syringe earlier, and realized why he hadn’t seen an outline of underwear at the time: her ass literally consumed it.  He scrambled and fumbled for an escape.  He was tripping and stumbling across the damp fibers of this babe’s workout attire until he spotted Dr. Walker.  She was bending down, her thick framed glasses sliding ever so slightly down the bridge of her nose.  Louis thought those glasses were massive on her face when they first met but now they were otherworldly windows into Dr. Walker’s beautiful honey amber eyes. He yearned for her attention but all his jumping and screaming were for naught.  The humongous beauty was simply looking elsewhere.  Something did catch his eye though: Two small, iridescent sparkles were hanging on the ridge of her neck and on the left lens of her glasses.  They looked like droplets of the same vial contents that landed him here! The situation was dire.  There was no doubt about that. 

And yet Louis still couldn’t fight biology.  He was utterly transfixed by the twin cannons Dr. Walker toted across her paradoxically petite sternum.  The thin connection between her breasts was so enticing that even if he wasn’t focused on the droplet he’d still be staring.  Only the top button of her shirt was loosened but there was still at least 3 inches of captivating, deep cleavage visible.  He could only imagine the softness and warmth trapped between those tits.  

Dr. Walker rose from her hunched position and the droplet on her neck started to roll. Gravity had predetermined the insignificant droplet’s destiny, and it inevitably disappeared into the valley of her cleavage. Even after the droplet tapered out of sight, gone but absolutely not forgotten, Louis held his jealous stare.  If anyone was caught in that droplet, their experience might rival his own at the moment.  The confusion and awe running through their minds must be immeasurable.  

Every minute movement would send them careening around the silk smooth chasm like a pinball.  Every moment a fight not to fall through the other side.  If those immensely plush mammarian walls came together, the unwilling passengers of that droplet would be flattened like bread in a panini press.  Most importantly: they’d be surrounded by the sweet alluring scent of Dr. Katherine Rose Walker.  Close to her heart.  Feeling every rhythmic thump and bump.  Alas, it seemed that the droplet rolling across those mountainous breasts went completely unnoticed by the giga-beauty

That could’ve been me.  If I was the one in that droplet, Dr. Walker surely would’ve noticed!  Of all the places, why did I have to land here!?

In another in the long list of many self loathing moments, Louis went to bury his head in his hands. Another spark in the distance caught his eyes though, not unlike the one he just saw disappear into the cavernous cleavage of the cute doctor above. His jealousy and envy remained with the souls left to rot between Katie’s tits and all he could spare was some self relief.  

The droplet he found himself staring at was nestled between two dark and murky mires amongst an ocean of worn foam.  In the macroscopic world, it was simply towing the border between the toe prints of Gabby’s extremely worn flip flop and the accompanying thong strap.  All the dirt and detritus had kept it from being instantly absorbed into the foam but it was ultimately a losing battle.  His anxiety riddled mind jumped to the worst possible outcome.

Anyone unlucky enough to find themselves in that hell had two possible conclusions to their journey.  They would remain “above ground” and have to scavenge, forage, and attempt to survive on the inhospitable surface.  There would be no guarantees to succeed; rather it was almost inevitable that they would perish there.  Not only would they have to fight their own biases and make tough calls for food and water but they’d also have to contend with Gabby herself.  It was clear this was her favorite footwear.  

Louis saw how much she absentmindedly fiddled with her toes earlier and couldn’t fathom that kind of abuse being amplified and focused upon him.  The other outcome, while “safer” , seemed just as terrifying.  The subject would join the droplet and be absorbed into the foamy interior of the flip flop.  Louis likened it to the fools in Gabby’s cheeks but even worse.  He didn’t know what they’d eat or how they’d manage physically.  What he did know was that every time those sandals were worn, they’d be inundated with nothing but dizzying motion and torrents of foot sweat.  Louis was truly thankful he didn’t end up there; even if he was still clutching his chest over the pain of his current situation.

Unfortunately, Louis’ pity party was rudely interrupted.  The orange ground beneath him was turning into an orange elevator.  He was pushed down hard by the pressure, pressing him so ferociously into the cloth that residual liquid was pooling around him.  The force of his ascent was dissipating into her legs.  Louis watched as the small ripples in her calves turned into turbulent waves rolling through her thickening thighs. 

To his right Louis saw that same star shaped birthmark from earlier.  It was so close and yet so far away, beaming down on him like a real star would.  Its appearance made him whimper.  He always wanted to give it a smooch before today but not like this.  It used to be small enough to be engulfed by his lips.  Now it eclipsed his size hundreds of times over.

Louis stared upwards, hyperventilating, staring into a dark abyss. He snapped his head towards the voices of Emma and Dr. Walker.  He didn’t expect to find Emma staring down at him with an almost sickeningly satisfied smile. She whipped her head back and forth from him and the terror twins above him, panting slightly like a dog in heat.  The crazed look and trembling that overtook her only worsened his mounting panic.  She knew he was there.  

She knew what awaited him,  She knew everything.  Louis had never felt smaller and more betrayed than this very moment.  The people he trusted with his safety had effectively doomed him for nothing more than fleeting sexual arousal.  Did Katie know this about her mousy peon? Did she care at all about him and the others this psycho effectively murdered?

Emma: “Were the subjects I just introduced to Gabby’s cheek TD Boosted?” 

Dr. Walker: “I’d have to check, but I believe roughly 60% were.” 

What the fuck is TD Boosting and why haven’t they saved me yet!? Don’t they know I’m not in her cheek right now??  Save me Emma!!! I’m right here!  Just PLEASE see ME!  DON’T LET ME GO IN THERE!

Gabby bent at the knees and her fleshy globes parted like the Red Sea, seemingly jumping for joy for their new snack.  Those twin moons up above clapped and jiggled ceremoniously.  It seemed like they were applauding, as if to say “Welcome home Louis!”   When her shorts made contact with the underside of her glutes Louis was sent flying upwards into the dark chasm of her crack, getting caught near the apex of his ascent by her cheeks. Gabby was winning her battle to conceal her huge, rebellious ass, slowly sealing Louis away in a tomb of restless muscle and meat as her shorts crested over her behind.  

Gabby’s struggling came to an abrupt end as she hiked her shorts all the way up. Her cheeks clamped down on Louis like a vice. Soft flesh poured into his personal space in droves, letting him know he was the guest in their home. Their overbearing greeting did not make Louis feel especially welcome.  Louis was unapologetically smashed and smushed. The temperature began to rise and sweat began misting out of her skin. 

The cramped and arid environment he found himself in rapidly turned into a slick swamp of skin.  Gabby took a single step forward–the first of so, so many. The shockwave shot up her meaty thigh and dissipated in the humid echo chamber of her immense cheeks—and Louis felt all of it.  His body bent and contorted with the motion, becoming one with the waves of flesh. It hurt.  

He could hear them talking amongst themselves above him, chatting pleasantly while he steamed and suffered. Wasn’t someone going to mention him???

“So how many are in my butt then?” Gabby’s voice, curious but unconcerned.

“One in your left buttock and ten in your right.” Dr. Walker’s voice, informative and equally unconcerned.

“So crazy. But if they’re going to be in a butt, it may as well be a big one!”

“Our thoughts exactly!” Dr. Walker chirped.  “Isn’t that right, Emma?”

Emma cleared her throat. “The bigger the better.”

Louis was met with a resounding clap and smash as Gabby gently patted her prodigious rear, her gentle taps turning into chaotic tremors for the miniscule man caught between her buns. As he absorbed the aftershock of her quaking flesh, Louis heard soft, polite chuckles from Emma and Dr. Walker.

She knows what they’re putting inside of her? What happened to the cute and innocent Gabby I saw chuckling with her friends?!  No way, this can’t be real.  They think I’m in her cheek.  They saw the vial spilling.  They saw me land in her shorts.  Emma was staring right at me. Someone please help me! Dr. Walker PLEASE!  For the love of God fucking SAVE ME KATIE!

Louis wailed and cried for his nerdy goddess’s attention... But she wasn’t listening. No one was listening.  Who would listen to the speck of ass lint stuck in a collegiate soccer star’s shorts?  

I’m one of the ten! Louis shouted to no one. You forgot meeeee!  I should at least be one of the ten! He complained as if his denial into her fatty glute was an injustice. But being immersed in all that glorious, horrying jiggle was probably safer than being wedged between it.

As Louis wallowed in self pity, Gabby began to walk, the cosmic gusto of her sway sending the tiny man in her shorts on the worst, most violent lazy river he ever had the displeasure of being in.  Every step she took caused claps with the force and sound of thunder, assaulting Louis in every way imaginable. He was molded, mashed, and rolled across her crack, his limbs stretching thin and bending at horrific angles.  Pain consumed every fiber of his being and yet death’s sweet embrace was denied to him.  Louis’ vision fluttered in and out, sometimes due to the crushing and other times due to the clapping and clenching of his humid prison.  

There was a moment of peace.  Almost like the calm before the storm.  He could hear his fallen angel speaking to a familiar voice.  It was the voice of the receptionist when he first came here.  Except this time, her voice carried the cadence of a customer service professional; sweet and smooth with respect laced between every word.  It was a stark difference to the cold, rude, and curt responses he’d gotten.  If Louis had an emotion to spare, it would be anger.  His motto of “you get what you give” clearly didn’t matter here.  He should’ve known that from the moment this bitchy receptionist basically told him “sit down and shut up”.  Tremors started rolling up around him and the voices began to fade.  Gabby was leaving the lab - and so was Louis.

Gabby’s stroll suddenly shifted gears into a jog.  The stadiums of fat and muscle that she called ass cheeks went from a modest applause to a standing ovation.  The space between them heated up to the temperature of a furnace.  The slight mist of sweat was now becoming a tsunami, capturing Louis in its waves.  He had little to no autonomy in his movements or his situation— he was a mere denizen of this inhospitable world now.  Gabby’s World.  Louis could only question how it was even possible for his body to endure such hardship.

What did they do to me? What the actual fuck did they do to me?! I should be dead ten times over by now and yet I’m alive to suffer through this.  Is this how that watermelon’s pulp and seeds felt? Getting chewed like a snack by these damn monsters? No. This has to be worse.  She probably felt those, but I’m nothing to her…

Maybe someone up above was listening to Louis the Butt Snack because as time passed and Gabby’s cheeks had their fun, Louis was getting obliterated and thrashed by the undulating masses less and less. Maybe his journey was reaching its end? Had Lady Luck finally shined upon him?  Louis smacked against a wall and looked ahead of him, an orange filter now firmly placed on his vision.  He saw dimpled flesh crashing back and forth as far as he could see – a little strip of glowing neon orange flashing like a traffic light in between collisions. He tried to move but couldn’t – his body’s limits were thoroughly reached. He looked around with what limited mobility he had and sighed with a semblance of relief.  He was shocked that all his limbs and appendages survived the hellish ordeal.  Louis used this moment of forced reprieve to take stock of his new home.  

The flesh he was stuck to was darker than the mighty masses of meat that laid waste to him moments ago. It was lined with jagged crevices that seemed to pulsate in an odd rhythm.  It felt ribbed and bumpy, not unlike the massage chairs you’d find in a mall. The ground opened up beneath him, sending Louis sliding down into one of those crevices. Louis couldn’t fight his descent even if he wanted to.  He laid there totally defeated, too tired to even whimper, as it began to close once again, sliding his face along the slimy surface as he rose back up.  The scent of rancid, earthy air was strongest here.  It filled his lungs and permeated his soul.  No amount of coughing or writhing could spare him of it’s overbearance.  Louis simply closed his eyes in accepted defeat.

I’m so tired of this.  It smells, I’m soaked, and I need rest.  I’ll just close my eyes for a moment.  J-just a moment..

Finally allowing himself to drift, Louis fell into a slumber – the cycle of sliding and rising along the crevice of Gabby’s sweat-lubricated asshole continuing even as he drifted to a happier place.

Up above, Gabby reached her college campus and gathered with her teammates outside under the blazing Carolina sun. Exchanging pleasantries with the gals over at R&R had put her behind schedule, forcing her to get a pre-practice workout just to avoid being late.  Her cheeks gobbled up her neon orange shorts, turning them dark from the modest amount of sweat that was collecting between her cheeks.  She was numb to the feeling due to how often it occurred, not that it ever bothered her anyways.  

It didn’t seem to matter what she wore; her tush sucked everything into its embrace like a vacuum!  Gabby approached a circle full of her teammates and didn’t miss a beat.  She didn’t waste a second in joining the synchronized movements of her fellow soccer stars and seamlessly began to gossip with her best friend, Jenna.

Gabby: “Hey Jenna gurl.  Did I miss anything particularly interesting?”

Jenna: “‘Sup Gabs! Nothing really.  Coach is even later than you!  Nevermind that: how was your little appointment?”

Gabby:”Oh god I can’t get too into it right now but you know I can’t help but tease you a bit.  I’ll give you some hints and after practice we can compare what you think happened and what actually happened.”

Jenna: “Oh man that sounds spicy! What are you waiting for? Hit me with it!”

Gabby: “You asked for it!  I’ll give you three hints: buns, boys, and a hot and bothered intern.”

The two girls gushed and jeered at one another as they both easily lost themselves to the rhythm of the group.  One particular stretch demanded her to sit down and touch her toes, forcing her to fold like an accordion and reach out. As a way to try and make Jenna crack, Gabby didn’t hesitate to plop down and do a pseudo butt drop.  It was a blink and miss moment, but it had the desired effect.  Jenna was almost rolling with laughter, thinking that her bestie just bruised her prized possessions.  Gabby just joined her in laughter, exclaiming the caught some air time after she hit the ground.  

After such a light moment, the two girls focused a bit more on their newest stretch.  Gabby closed her eyes and reached out to grab her wiggling toes.  She felt the warmth of the sun soaked turf sprinkling and spiking her thighs.  The breeze flowed through her now spread cheeks, sparking shivers and chills up her spine and drawing a contented sigh from her lips.  That relief came with consequences though – a small toot snaked its way through her gut, ending with a cute noise escaping her rear and a blush forming on her face.  She and her teammates all laughed together at the sound (no one laughing louder than Jenna), like a tight knit and loving family.  Life was good for Gabby…

And it’s gotta be good for the boys in my buns too!  I’m not just doing this for me anymore.  Now there are 12 of us on this fun little adventure, at least for the next 3 months! I told that suuuuuper sweet receptionist that I had a great time and to not be surprised if I reschedule my next appointment for an even later date.  Between this rush of confidence and the money that they are giving me, I can’t complain!  Jenna loves it too since it basically covers our rent each month.  I wonder if they’ll let her join the experiment too?

Either way, I know these boys are gonna have a blast!  We’re gonna do so much together.  All my soccer games, all the parties, beach trips on the weekend, maybe even some naughty times.  That DJ at all the parties is kinda cute.  I wouldn’t mind if he wanted to grab up on all of this.  Maybe next time I’ll crush TWO Watermelons.  That’ll definitely get his attention!

Down in the depths, Louis’ brief rest was interrupted by the sound of a bomb detonating against his head and a haze of stench rolling around him like fog across a graveyard.

Good lord.   What the actual fuck was that? Am I still in Gabby’s ass?  Why can’t I move?

Try as he might, Louis couldn’t move an inch. He struggled to cough as he choked on the fetid breeze that washed over him. He felt like a statue, buried in a warm blanket of flesh. He looked to his left and right, and saw the same sight as before, only now covered in fog and ooze—and then it clicked.

This tight pressure all around me and the slimy texture of the walls hugging me… I’m stuck in a pore.  I’m stuck in a pore on the asshole of some abundantly blessed soccer girl! Oh god why.  

When Louis found himself here earlier, it felt like he was stuck to a wall.  He imagined that’s what it felt like to be a bug on fly paper.  It was clearly different now.  That wall turned into the ground and the ground clearly swallowed him up.  His eyes were level with the floor and the only part of him not cocooned by steaming anal flesh was his head.  Trenches stretched endlessly in front him.  When he craned his neck as far up as possible he could see that same arc of orange light that led to the outside world.  It was much closer than before which could only mean that Gabby was experiencing a mean wedgie.

The same mean wedgie that used to give me a stiffy.  For fucks sake… Is this really going to be my life from now on?!

Someone please help me!  I’ll go in her ass cheek.  Fuck, I’ll even take being stuck between Dr. Walker’s tits, but not this! Please…

Louis’s pity for the suckers in Gabby’s ass cheek turned into envy.  They didn’t have to deal with this.  They got to swim around in an endless ocean of fat.  They got to bask in the warmth of the sun when her shorts were off.  They probably have food and water and whatever else you find in the fat of a woman’s ass cheek.  Not him. No.  He could look forward to shit laced sweat, bathroom visits, farts, and a certified battleground as a view; that was of course assuming he wouldn’t plummet from her bountiful, sitting backside and into the toilet bowl, only to be flushed away with the other things a woman as beautiful and elegant as her couldn’t even be paid to care about.

He wanted to find a bright side to this divine punishment.  He wanted to find something to take his mind off of this torture.  He could feel the blood coursing through her veins against his body.  There was a steady pulsation in his fleshy cocoon. It was constant.  Smooth.  Louis counted in time to the pumping, trying his best to build a beat and form a satisfying drop.  The crowds would go wild with this organic and original music.  Applause came from behind him–no wait, it was a low guttural gurgle; and it erupted with a vengeance, splattering him with a gritty liquid he didn’t want to acknowledge.  His train of thought completely derailed.  Instead of a beat drop, Gabby provided him with the most organic bass drop known to man.

Louis just sat there in disbelief and trembled and cried.  His tears rolled down his face and mixed with the translucent sludge that covered it.  He didn’t have the energy to struggle anymore.  He didn’t have the energy to think.  He didn’t have the heart to dream of music.  All  Gabby allowed him was to whimper and sob and wallow in filth.  He mentally pleaded for something, ANYTHING, to end this nightmare.  He heard another guttural rumble start vibrating behind and beneath him.  This was his life now; not a world renowned music artist and not the person that tried melting the icy heart of R&R’s lead scientist.  No.  He was just another piece of dirt lining the asshole of a hot girl with just a little too much junk in the trunk…