RR Nina Beckett - Chapter 11

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Reduction & Relocation: Nina Beckett

Chapter 11 - Pumped Up

[January 27th, 2010]

“Oh, it’s just Taylor.” Dr. Bexley said.

“She signed up too, right?”

Dr. Bexley smirked, “Same day as Brandi.”

Signed up?  For what?

“Well…let’s see if she picks this one.” Dr. Walker’s fingers were only a few inches away from David as she patted the seat and stood quickly. “More data doesn’t hurt!” 

David’s heart sank when Dr. Bexley nodded in agreement.

“Wait, don’t leave me here!” David shouted through tears of vulnerability and desperation as the two women rounded the corner to their hiding place. “You’re not really going to make me do this again, are you?!”

“Hey Taylor, nice shorts.” 

Dr. Becotte looked down at her sky blue bike shorts, hugging her hips and thighs like an obsessed lover.  “Oh, thanks! Brand new..gotta break them in!”

Initially relieved that Dr. Becotte took a seat atop the bike that Jane was riding, David’s heart was destined to break again.

“Oh, that one doesn’t work, Taylor.” Dr. Bexley said, patting the bicycle seat that David was still glued to. “You should use this one instead.”

“Oh, thanks Alex.”

David was hyperventilating, betrayed and abandoned yet again by someone who he thought was becoming a friend as Dr. Becotte straddled the bike seat.  Her sky blue biking shorts came into view over his world, lording over him and just begging to swallow him into oblivion. Each of her butt cheeks were so big they may as well have been worlds themselves.  They weren’t as large as Brandi’s but it seemed that at David’s size, every pair of butt cheeks was an insurmountable landscape of doughy flesh that dwarfed him.

David somehow managed to rip his eyes from the imposing ceiling of twin sky blue cushions to see that Dr. Bexley was looking at him.  His eyes widened.  “Alex!  Help!”

Dr. Bexley didn’t say anything.  She didn’t help him.  She only mouthed the word “sorry”.

And then everything faded to sky blue–and then black–as Dr. Becotte took a rough seat atop David, sealing him under an earth’s depth of ass and began peddling. Her ass wasn’t nearly as large as Brandi’s, but it was still massive compared to him and hurt all the same. 

“How long you going for, Tay-tay?” Dr. Bexley asked from, by David’s estimates, very far away. 

“Oh, just fifteen minutes.”

David heard the girls say perfect as the door shut behind them.  And Dr. Becotte kept pedaling. 

The experience under Dr. Becotte’s ass was remarkably different from Brandi’s. Sure, a butt cheek was a butt cheek…and David sank deeply into the sweltering hot cushion of fat and muscle all the same, but there were two strong differences.  Difference one: Dr. Becotte’s ass wasn’t as big. It was slightly more firm as well, which actually made David’s experience immersed in the cushion of her cheek less pleasant.  David never would have guessed that being under a bigger ass would actually be more ‘comfortable’.

Ugh…I can’t believe I just used that word….’comfortable’.

Difference two–by far the worst one:  Dr. Becotte’s brand new sky-blue biking shorts were pretty and they made her ass look great.  But they were apparently nowhere near as sophisticated as Brandi’s leggings.  Even after just 10 minutes of pedaling, the ass sweat was accruing and accumulating all around him. David could literally feel the droplets growing all at once–all at different rates, like fruit on a tree. 

It wasn’t long after that David was submerged in sweat once more, but this time it wasn’t just a droplet.  It was an ocean.  And it wasn’t sweat from a cute elfish girl’s face.  It was ass sweat from a supermodel-pretty scientist peddling on her bike like her life depended on it.

Much to David’s horror, he felt another stirring down between his legs.  He was being forcibly edged all over again, this time by a completely different and equally unaware woman.  He didn’t have anything left to give!  But that wasn’t stopping this blonde supermodel of a doctor from taking it anyway.  He grimaced and groaned, the friction of her shorts viciously teasing his poor cock.

But the real question: could it get worse? 

Of course it could.

And worse it got as David finally felt the Adhexial bond break enough for him to move his arms.  Too bad the fat of Dr. Becotte’s ass cheek had him pinned down and squeezed so tight that there was nowhere for his arm to move.  He could wiggle his fingers though.  

But why would that be bad?  Why would it be bad that David could actually move again after nearly 2 hours of being stuck to a bike seat?  Well, simple…being stuck to the bike seat meant that David couldn’t get stuck anywhere else.  And his short-lived excitement about his small gain of autonomy and mobility presented itself for the horror it was.  

Dr. Becotte’s peddling pace quickened, inspiring rapid and rhythmic shifting of her glutes against the tiny seat.  When Brandi did this, David was just forced to rub up against the soft lycra material while staying firmly affixed to the seat.  It was a tether that kept him from being swallowed up into her deep abyss of an asscrack like that poor soul from earlier. 

But now, David had no such protection.  He was loose. The adhex was gone.  And he was almost immediately shifted among the seat, cursing fate with bitter tears up until his feeble voice was silenced by the jiggling, sweat-caked buns that swallowed him whole. 

Dr. Becotte had unknowingly brought him within milliseconds of another orgasm but it was all ruined now, his aching member pressing painfully and fruitlessly into the yielding cushion of her cheek. He’d been freed from the bike seat, but now he was gobbled up in Dr. Becotte’s crack.  As disgusting as it was, the stimulation on David’s tortured penis was too great.  His soul screamed for a release.  He frantically reached for his throbbing, agonizingly sustained erection, knowing that he could at least end his forced arousal by pumping out a dry orgasm. But the pressure of her gleeful glutes on either side proudly denied him that right as they continued to jostle around him–spreading and reuniting, and jiggling as if to sing ‘Ha ha, you can’t cum.’

                      *

“How much sugar, Katie?” Dr. Bexley scraped the bottom of the sugar container, assembling a third and final spoonful for her coffee.

“Hmm?” Dr. Walker’s gaze flickered up from her world of data in paperwork. She had to allow a moment to play back her friend’s words in her mind. “Oh, none for me.  I stopped adding sugar in my early 20’s!”

“Early 20’s?!  You’d better cut that out.” Dr. Bexley’s spoon clanged and rattled in the empty sinkbed. “You’re making me feel old.” A few stray droplets of coffee dribbled from the edge of two coffee cups set sharply atop the wooden table top in the RR breakroom; one for Dr. Bexley and one for Dr. Walker.  

“Oh, stop it.  You’re not that much older than me.” Dr. Walker closed her eyes and sipped the piping hot beverage as Dr. Bexley leaned forward in her seat, pressing her elbows into the tabletop. 

“Yeah?  I’ve got a fun idea for you to try.  You ready?” Dr. Bexley asked. “How about you try babysitting a ten year old girl...”

“Mm-hmm” Dr. Walker smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“...maybe her parents and your parents are friends so you become the regular babysitter . You bring over your ‘super-cool’ AP college-prep chemistry textbooks because she’d rather draw polymer structures instead of dogs or dream houses or whatever else average ten year old girls draw ...”

Dr. Walker’s smile had grown so large and her adorable cheeks so pink that she felt compelled to hide it all in her hands.

“...and then, after that, let a few decades go by…” Dr. Bexley continued. “...and listen to that same little girl talk about giving something up back in her early 20’s.  And please, Dr. Katie R Walker, tell me that you wouldn’t feel old!” 

The two friends had a long laugh and after Dr. Walker conceded to her (only slightly!) older friend, the two went back to business. They discussed the various lab duties and which interns would be completing them.  Subject Monitoring came up, as did the Reduction Therapy Device’s quarterly inspection, done piecewise from a variety of manufacturers who were never allowed to see the whole device at once.

Against all odds, the conversation somehow shifted back to David when Dr. Bexley began expressing her optimism on the results of David’s specimen sample.  

“I really think that he’s the key to Injection Therapy, Katie.” Dr. Bexley took another long, poised sip of the coffee, studying her younger friend’s reaction.  

“I think you may be right.  Anything that gets us closer to IT, I’m on board. Speaking of which…” Dr. Walker looked at her thin wrist watch…and then her eyes widened.

“Shoot..what time is it?” Dr. Bexley’s cup of near-empty coffee clapped against the table as Dr. Walker twisted her wrist watch toward her friend.  It had some bad news.

                      *

Dr. Bexley and Dr. Walker whisked around the corner, their lab coats billowing behind them like superhero capes as they briskly made their way toward the fitness center. Their purposeful strides brought them around a tight corner and into a collision course with an intern named Shawna, a recent hire.  She attempted to veer out of their path, but her reflexes were quick enough but the avoidance of a collision didn’t come without consequences.  She carried in her hands a stainless steel tray of recently inoculated subjects and the weight of the tray shifted precariously in her hands, threatening to spill the scrambling subjects to the polished linoleum floor. 

“I’m so sorry!” Shawna gathered the disrupted subjects, laying strewn about the tray like fallen bowling pins, back toward its center.  

“No, that’s on us, Shawna.” Dr. Bexley said to Shawna, already stepping backward to avoid the petite, strawberry-blonde intern.  “We are in a bit of a rush though.” Dr. Bexley added. 

In her nervous state to get out of the way, Shawna overcorrected, moving with a little too much intensity and gathering the tiny men with a little too much gusto. As a result, one subject tumbled along the slippery stainless steel surface and plummeted down Shawna’s rose pink button-down shirt.  The poor girl almost dropped the entire tray of subjects as she plunged a hand down into her cleavage.  “He’s alright there for now, Shawna.” Dr. Bexley remarked.  “Take your time, get the other subjects staged and then you can remove him.” The doctors skirted around the flustered intern, their attention already refocused on their destination.

“He’s not here!” Dr. Bexley huffed, running her fingers smoothly and slowly over the left portion of the small bike seat.  It was warm…and uncomfortably damp.  But Dr. Bexley felt nothing. “This is bad, Katie!”

“I know…we’d only just started with the data collection.  We were both so close to significant breakthroughs.  Anomalies like that are so far and few between.  I wish we could have gotten more out of him.” Dr. Walker rubbed her narrow chin. “Do you suppose we’ll be able to conclude the research without him?”

Dr. Bexley hesitated.  “I…suppose, technically.  Thanks to the sample collection over in The Third R, we do have a sufficient amount of his genetic information.”

“Alright then.” Dr. Walker smiled, rising back up to her full standing height. “We checked the seat; no one could say that we didn’t try to locate him.”

Dr. Bexley felt a nervous pang through her chest.  Were they really just going to abandon David like that?  For all she knew, he was right there in the room with them, shouting for help.  Subjects go missing now and then; it's not a common occurrence but it does happen.  And then they’re recovered, either intact or otherwise.  David’s fate would be strikingly different if the two women gave up searching for him.  No one would ever lay eyes upon him again at his remarkably small size, and while Dr. Walker seemed not the slightest bothered by the notion, Dr. Bexley wasn’t ready to give up on David.

Still, the situation was rather bleak.  The adhexial bonding on David had broken and he could literally be anywhere right now. Dr. Walker surmised–rather coldly–that David had most likely remained plastered to Dr. Becotte’s glute as she stood from the exercise bike only to be shaken loose by its violent jiggling after several steps. How many steps did it take to dislodge and send him to the floor? Who could possibly know? Even less–somehow–could be known about what’d happen to him after his fall from Brandi’s bottom. 

The floors of RR Laboratories were busy!  He’d no doubt find himself trampled or run over.  Perhaps by one of the many mobile equipment carts rolled around from labspace to labspace, or maybe by Anita’s janitor cart.  Maybe if he was decidedly unlucky, little David would end up in the shadow of a busy intern’s step, lodged into the tread of her sneaker alongside a wad of malleable bubble gum.

Suddenly, Dr. Bexley had an idea and her eyes lit up. “How is progress coming along on the tracking cams?” She sought hope from her partner’s face but there was none.

“Rose had been modifying their operation to fit our plans for the ballistic tests.”

“Great! So we could use the tracking cams to find him?”

Dr. Walker chuckled. “Oh, no. Absolutely not. Those cameras are not portable and have to be specifically mapped for the space.  We could uninstall and reinstall them but the cost of time and resources is too high.  Mostly though, there just isn’t any point.”

“How is there no point?”

Dr. Walker tilted her head. “Are you serious, Alex?  Even if the Anomaly was still here in this room, by the time we burned money to relocate the equipment to scan the space here, he’ll have been stranded here in the fitness center for at least a week.  The chances of him still being here after all that time would be practically zero. It’s a waste of our staff’s time and our budget trying to find something that’s almost certainly already gone.” 

She was right. Boy, did Dr. Bexley hate it when her friend and cofounder was right. Any scans for David in this fitness center would have to be done with their naked eyes. And finding a needle in a haystack would have been easier.

“Do you think it’s worth talking to Taylor?” Dr. Bexley asked hopefully. “She was the last one to sit on him.”

“You’re really reaching, Alex.” Dr. Walker said.

“I don’t think I am. I think it's entirely possible that David became adhered to Taylor’s cheek.  For all we know, he could have become wedged between them.”

Dr. Walker sighed, “I’d rather not compromise the secrecy of this particular experiment on such an unlikely scenario. It's not in our best interests to reveal the details of the unaware experiment to Taylor, regardless of the fact that she offered up blanket consent.”

“Well, if we’re going to accept that David is gone, what’s it matter?” Dr. Bexley countered, frustration in her voice. “If he’s lost for good, we won’t need to perform any more unaware experiments anyway.”

“Listen, Alex.” Dr. Walker didn’t miss a beat in her response. “Let’s assume the unlikely possibility that Taylor is unknowingly housing the Anomaly between her buttocks…because you and I both know that any other scenario means that he is gone and unrecoverable.”

“Granted.” Dr. Bexley grumbled.

“If we caught Taylor as she was dismounting the bike, then maybe we could have gotten lucky and found him in her gluteal cleavage.  But we didn’t.  She’s probably already returned to her office, changed out of her work clothes, and condemned him to the floor of her office…assuming the movement of her buttocks down the hallway didn’t dislodge him sooner.”  

Dr. Bexley nodded grimly.  And just as she was about to stand and leave, she remembered the feeling of the bike seat.  She touched it once more. 

“It’s warm.”  

Both doctors’ heads turned in unison, as if they were controlled by synchronized gears like animatronics, to the fitness center’s locker room.  

“She might have gone into the locker room to change.”

The door to the locker room creaked open, admitting Dr. Katie Walker and Dr. Alexandria Bexley into the dimly lit space. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and disinfectant and the girls could hear one of the showers running.

They quickly spotted Dr. Zhang, wrapped only in a white towel and black flip-flops and making her way to the shower after her long session in the sauna.  And squatting down at her assigned locker, busy rummaging through her gym bag was her friend and colleague, Dr. Taylor Becotte. 

The blonde doctor’s favorite color was sky blue, and it was sky blue that hugged her hips and upper thighs. Where the stretchy material worked the hardest was over each of her buttocks. Aided in part by the tightness of the garment, her cheeks protruded enough from her slender, glistening frame to create a dark crevice of cleavage.

Dr. Bexley gawked at the sky-blue buns, hoping that somewhere along their circumference was the near-microscopic man she’d done her best to take care of.  She shared a knowing glance with Dr. Walker and the two approached their friend.

"Hey Taylor," Dr. Bexley said. “How was the bike?"

“Hey, guys…pretty good…” Dr. Becotte took long, labored breaths between every few syllables, mopping sweat from her forehead. The intense workout had clearly taken its toll on the blonde doctor, leaving her skin glistening and her cheeks flushed.

“How was the bike?” Dr. Bexley took a closer look at her blonde co-workers bountiful rump.  It wasn’t the biggest bottom at RR Labs, but it was more than enough fleshy curvature for David to become lost in forever.  

“Oh, I did about 20 minutes.  She’s right about that seat, by the way.  Just a little too small for me.” Dr. Becotte raised her hands in a ‘fish this big’ gesture, but in reality she was saying ‘a booty this big’.  “With how much bigger her butt is, I can’t even imagine how uncomfortable it is for her to sit on!”

“Right…” Dr. Bexley waited for the blonde to return her focus to her locker before resuming her visual scan of Dr. Becotte’s butt.  She felt grateful Dr. Zhang wasn’t there to see the blatant, borderline harassment-level staring going on.  Dr. Becotte’s tight shorts were light enough in color that David, even as diminutive as he was, should have been noticeable.  

“Anything else?” Dr. Bexley asked.

"After the bike ride, I did some jumping jacks…some crunches…but the squats in the sauna are what really put me out of breath!”

Dr. Zhang laughed from the shower room.  “She was a trooper for sure! I thought she might have broken the bench from how hard she collapsed afterwards!”

“Hardy har, Ming.” Dr. Becotte quipped, but Dr. Zhang had already turned on the faucet of the shower and now the shower room became filled with the deafening roar of steaming hot water.

“That’s great, Taylor.” Dr. Bexley said with distraction and discretion as she concluded her visual inspection of every square millimeter of Dr. Becotte’s cheeks. 

There was no David. 

She looked to Dr. Walker. A twitching frown overpowered the perpetually uplifted corners of her lips and she shook her head no. She hadn’t spotted him either. Up to this point, Dr. Bexley thought they could recover David without notifying Dr. Becotte of what happened.  The two women communicated with no words, and Dr. Walker silently agreed that they’d be blowing their cover.There was one last place to look…and it would be impossible to do that without Dr. Becotte’s permission.  

"Um, Taylor, did you happen to... sit on something unusual during your workout?" Dr. Bexley ventured, her tone carefully neutral.

“During the bike ride?  No, nothing was there…no one came in after you guys left and the place was empty ‘cept for Ming.  Why?”

Dr. Walker whispered to Dr. Bexley. “Of course she wouldn’t notice, Alex.  He’s barely even visible to the naked eye!”

It was time to come clean.  Dr. Bexley couldn’t believe her physical reaction; she was actually blushing!  “We were conducting an experiment with David and he…well, we’re sort of hoping…maybe–”

“--Taylor, we’re hoping that you sat on The Anomaly and that he’s wedged between your buttocks.” Dr. Walker took a seat on the wooden bench and leaned forward, getting eye level with Dr. Becotte’s wide behind.  Dr. Bexley sighed, taking a seat next to her longtime friend and joined the inspection of their first-hire’s rump. “He’s definitely not adhered to your glutes….would you mind separating them for a moment, Taylor?”

Perspiration had already made a subtle appearance on Dr. Becotte’s lower back and upper portion of her shorts, but the sky-blue color steeped into a significantly darker hue as she parted her cheeks.  

“You’ve got better vision with your glasses, Katie.  Do you see him?” Dr. Bexley squinted, her face mere inches from Dr. Becotte’s parted cheeks.  She consciously held her breath, wishing not to breathe in the earthy, musky aroma of her friend’s perspiration riddled crack.

“He’s not here, Alex.” Dr. Walker said.  

“So wait, he was on my bike seat then?” Dr. Becotte asked.  “Ming did some pedaling too after me, ya know.  I’m 99% sure she used the same bike as I did, too.”

Dr. Bexley’s eyes widened with excitement.  “So he could be stuck to Ming’s exercise gear?”

Dr. Becotte’s beautiful face darkened. “Oh golly.  I hope not.”  The two doctors followed their friend’s gaze over to the corner of the locker room where the washing machine was rocking and vibrating.

“It’s okay!  David demonstrated that he might be impervious to all normal damages.  Even if the water is boiling hot, he may still be perfectly okay.”

As if on queue, the washing machine concluded its rinse cycle.  The long, ribbed tube stretching from the back of the machine to one of the drains embedded in the tile began to sputter…and then water gushed  out the mouth of the tube, rushing down into the sewer system.

“Sorry, Alex.” Dr. Becotte said with sincere compassion as she patted her friend on the shoulder.  

“No one could say we didn’t try.” Dr. Walker added.

Dr. Bexley had finally given up on the idea of recovering David.  Her gaze fell to the floor, and in her peripherals, she watched Dr. Becotte release the iron-clad grip she’d had on each of her parted cheeks, and they bounced with force back together.

But wait…Dr. Becotte’s fingertip had been concealing a small section of the inner wall of her left glute.  And when the masses of sky blue flesh rushed back in together, Dr. Bexley swore she saw something where that fingertip had been.  Something very small..and now completely swallowed back up in the cleavage of Dr. Becotte’s bottom that was just starting to cease jiggling.

“Taylor..wait.   I just…I think I saw something.”  Dr. Bexley said.  “Can you…sorry..can you let me see one more time?”  

“Okay but hurry, Alex. I really do need to get back to work.” Dr. Becotte pried her heavy, round cheeks apart once more.

Dr. Bexley leaned in excitedly and so too did Dr. Walker, admittedly not mirroring Dr. Bexley’s excitement.  

“Also, you know I’ve got his semen sample at The Third R, right?” Dr. Becotte asked, the definition of her biceps apparent from handling all that flesh.

“Yeah, I told her.” Dr. Walker replied. 

Dr. Bexley wasn’t going to be swayed though.  She saw a glimmering flicker of something in Dr. Becotte’s crack..and it just had to be David.  It just had to be.

“Is that him?” Dr. Walker asked.  

“Where??” Dr. Bexley’s short lived joy turned to disappointment.  “That’s just lint, Katie.”

“No, no. To the right of the lint.  The thing that’s WAY smaller.”

The raven-haired beauty’s eyes lit up as she identified the slightest hint of movement coming from the tiny little speck buried deep in Dr. Becotte’s crack.  He looked so helpless and vulnerable, flanked by such large, hefty masses…but in reality, David was only still here because of the tightness of Dr. Becotte’s shorts…and her significant gluteal depth. The most important factor of all, however, might have been Dr. Becotte’s sweat.

“It’s him!  You found him!” 

“Oh my god, are you serious?” Dr. Becotte laughed, accidentally losing grip on her parted cheeks.  They slammed back together, swallowing David up once more but she was quick to spread them again.

It was a miracle.

“Do you mind, Taylor?” Dr. Walker asked. 

“Only cause it’s you, Katie.” Dr. Becotte giggled.  

Dr. Walker’s unpainted fingernails sunk deeper into the sky-blue pillows and pulled them even further apart.  Little David, plastered to the sweat-stained portion of the shorts, moved along with the stretching material like a tiny little rescue boat in a swelling ocean. 

“Do you have the ring?” Dr. Walker asked.  Dr. Bexley hurriedly fumbled within her breast pocket, removing the toe ring used for David’s transport and began unscrewing the jewel.  

“In you go.” Dr. Walker gently scraped the edge of the jewel’s opening up along Dr. Becotte’s tight shorts.  The jewel glided along the sky-blue surface, denting into the plush, pillowy glute until it scraped and collected not only David but also a stray droplet or two of perspiration.  

“That tickles, Katie.” Dr. Becotte giggled, sending a light ripple through her cheeks.

Dr. Bexley could have said something as she watched Dr. Walker gently tighten the jewel back onto the toe ring, but that could all be sorted out later. Right now, it was much more important to get David back to Dr. Bexley’s office and into his cage than separating him from a few harmless sweat droplets.

“Against all odds, it all worked out.” Dr. Walker grinned, dropping the toe ring into Dr. Belxey’s breast pocket.  The ring bounced against her breast and finally settled at the bottom of her pocket, but Dr. Bexley’s focus was elsewhere; she was watching Dr. Becotte’s cheeks jiggling back into position at the very moment she released them.  To think that David might have remained trapped between those big soft glutes if they had not thought to look for him there.

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