RR Perspective Shift - Louis Jackson

Remember THIS POST about Emma's experience sitting in on an Injection Therapy session?

Below is what I like to call RR Perspective Shift #1 - Louis Jackson. It was commissioned by me and written by none other than one of RR Labs' biggest fans, this Patreon's very first patron, MiniPinguini. If you can believe it, this is one of his first written stories and it would mean a lot to both of us if you left feedback and let us know what you thought of the story.

It is a re-telling of Gabby's Injection Therapy session but instead of being told from Emma's perspective, you'll see it through the eyes of one of the injectable subjects. I am ecstatic with how it turned out and happy to call it an official part of the RR Universe. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

This is the first RR Perspective Shift. It will be early-access to SUBJECTS and higher on 12/23 and will be posted publicly some time in January. Will there be more? That's up to MiniPinguini. And you.

I admit that I have a strong leaning toward the female experience in these stories, and I understand there is a desire to see more from the eyes of the poor subjects. If you want to experience RR scenes from someone else's point of view or see lower-detail scenes expanded upon, I strongly recommend commissioning MiniPinguini. Not speaking too strongly for him, but I expect he would be happy to take on 'Injected' story content as well (he loves Jordan). No guarantee that he will have the availability but its worth trying! He can be found on my Discord or you can reach out to me and I can put you in contact.

Now, without further delay, here is Part 1 of RR Perspective Shift #1 - Louis Jackson

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RR Perspective Shift #1 - Louis Jackson. 

Part 1 of 2

March 15th, 2012

Odd.

Submerged and surrounded by a veritable ocean of pink liquid, Louis could think of no other way to describe the baffling sensation.

So I’m not drowning. Great.  Let's add “Not drowning while underwater” to the list of things that are making my head spin.

Naturally, his lungs couldn’t help but ache as his mind grasped with the concept of breathing liquid, and yet despite that he was just… Fine. The fluid filled his vision and no matter where he looked it seemed endless.  Dispersed with him were stray bubbles that looked to be his size but he couldn’t be sure.  He could only guess they were just as imperceptible as he was in this vast vial of mysteries.  The only “normal” in this abnormal situation was his view of the outside world: 

Through a massive window of glass lay a run of the mill exam room, not an uncommon sight at a doctors office, except this one was at an uncommonly huge scale, every piece of furniture spanning what seemed like miles across to Louis. However, the view made little difference due to it being just as lifeless as his current situation.  It would’ve been great to know how long and dull the wait would be when he was initially deceived. Louis could do nothing but sigh, cross his arms behind his head, and float aimlessly through the transparent, static liquid. His drifting thoughts eventually settled on why he even found himself shrunk and contained like a science experiment.

Louis was your average guy.  Not especially handsome, nor tall, nor smart. Just average.  His dreams, however, were anything but average; He was obsessed with music.  He could find it anywhere.  Walking to class, staring at the sky, attending social events.  He’d count beats and construct melodies in the time it took someone to brush their teeth in the morning.  

Louis just knew he was meant for success.  He knew his dream would become reality.  Other than his unshakeable confidence in his ability, he got confirmation from a fortune teller a year ago.  His girlfriend at the time was a bit of a superstitious nut case and dragged him to get his fortune.  She blabbed on and on about how she just knew their shared fortune was something along the lines of “being destined to be together”. 

 He couldn’t even remember what their shared fortune was since it was so idiotic and unimportant but he would never forget his personal fortune.  Verbatim, the teller told him “That he’d shoot right past the stars and find his true place in this universe”.  It only proved to provide affirmations that his music career would be a forgone success.  His career as an artist would be full of success and fame.

But just like every artist, patience was the name of the game and with that patience came some of life’s biggest problems: time & money.

Those green sheets of woven linen were just as elusive as that big break he so desperately needed! But Louis himself was not desperate; he had his methods.  He leveraged his talents as a DJ for hire, mostly for the infamous parties his university was known for.  They’d happen all across the school with a new group of people seemingly throwing one every night.  

Everyone seemed to find a home at these parties–the nerds, the sports teams, fraternities & sororities.  Hell, it wasn’t a surprise to see some of the younger professors in attendance! It was such a win/win for everyone involved, and it was a great method that solved so many of his issues and really catered to his strengths.  Attending parties? Check. Practicing his musical style? Check. Making money? Maybe.  The paychecks were nothing to write home about but they kept him afloat. 

Of course, the party gigs served another purpose, too.  Louis loved watching others enjoy his passion.  If there was anything he loved more than making the music, it was the looks of joy and excitement among his audience.  He couldn’t get enough of the rush when the floorboards creaked and pulsed in time with his music under the weight of bodies colliding on the dance floor.  That steamy aura of a room packed to the brim.  

Guys and gals expressing their freedoms without a care in the world. Forget Differential Equations. Forget English Lit. Nothing mattered except the beat that kept their vibes just right. He always stayed fresh with the Top 40 hits, but Louis relished the challenge to mix outlandish requests into his setlists, finding satisfaction in shocking any naysayers or doubters… Doubly so whenever the request came from a pretty face in a skintight outfit. Anything to impress the ladies, right?

But no matter how buxom or bodacious their bodies, how easily their smiles could turn his knees to jelly, or how much joy they exuded on their faces when they spoke to him; it was all so fleeting.  These women never stuck around as long as Louis wanted them to; they had alcohol to consume and bodies to grind on after all! There wasn’t time to hang around the DJ. Pretty faces and curvy bodies were always fun to look at, but there were a few girls that especially caught his eye; his “regulars”. Whether the reason was good or bad, it didn’t really matter. Certainly there wasn’t a shortage of girls spilling drinks or throwing up or stumbling all around. 

“Wooooo!!! Girls on elevated surfaces!” they’d yell, almost always right before face planting and running away with their heads in their hands. If they were lucky, a clear-headed friend acting as drunkard babysitter would be a few footsteps behind. Louis felt bad witnessing these moments but couldn’t help but chuckle. Sure it was funny but damn did it have to hurt! No one deserves that kind of pain when all they want is some excitement. 

There was always one group especially that captured his attention. They wordlessly demanded attention when they walked in a room, and the people obeyed. Every man and woman damn near broke their neck to catch the slightest glimpse. It was the Girls’ Soccer Team. He never caught their names but it wasn’t as if knowing them would somehow grant him immunity to their gravity. Legs smooth and wobbly as jello, yet strong with firm muscle. He once saw them crowd into a tight circle around one of their  teammates. 

Through the pack of engaged ladies, Louis stole a glimpse of what they were all crowing to see: her squeezing a watermelon to death between her thighs. She gracefully interlocked her ankles and let out the most adorably high-pitched ‘umph’ Louis had ever heard. Then the beauty’s powerful leg muscles flexed; the thick green rind fractured and exploded, decorating her bare thighs and jersey shorts with smatterings of pink juice. She rose with practiced grace and did a cute little celebratory spin, and Louis could’ve sworn he saw errant pulp and seeds get sucked up between her canyon-like cheeks. 

That girl was something special.  I’ll never forget, she had the cutest birthmark on her inner thigh that looked like a star.  If I was that lucky watermelon, feeling the pressure start to increase beyond a pleasant hug to agonizing force, I would’ve turned to the left and given that star a farewell smooch on my way out! To feel that warmth and muscle beneath those jiggly, heavenly gates before my soul left my body and disappeared forever between those plush pillows of ass…  Helluva way to spend your last moments, huh?

As silly a daydream as it was, she’d never actually hurt Louis if he was that watermelon.  She was way too nice for that.  And not just watermelon girl; the whole soccer team were always sweethearts who’d come and chat, offer drinks or a dance. It was almost too good to be true, he’d think. There’s no way girls could look that good, demand that attention, and still have hearts of gold. That’s why he never bothered building bridges with them. A fictional black cloud felt like it was waiting to form if he did so. Black clouds bring lightning, lightning brings fire, and fire can burn bridges. 

Despite the occasional attention paid to him and his work, Louis felt mostly ignored and alone at those parties—just like he was mostly ignored and alone now, floating around in this transparent, breathable liquid. 

…until all of the sudden, the spotlight was on him. 

Click

The exam room’s heavy door opened and closed, immediately grasping at Louis’s curiosity. A small woman, no older than 22, shuffled inside the bright white room. She looked a bit timid based on her body language alone, but Louis felt the slightest tinge of fear as she approached. Even the most gentle and peaceful person on the planet could pose significant danger when they were miles tall. Yet, as the towering young woman paced around the room  gathering supplies, the pieces of the puzzle began to fit in place. 

The shine from her recently-issued lab coat, the nearly unnoticeable beads of sweat glistening under the bright clinical lights, the nervous fidgeting, the ripples caused by her pacing; this girl was an intern. He had seen a few during his interviews for his participation in the study, so he felt confident in his assessment. There had been one that accompanied him throughout the interview process…

What had her name been? Tammy? Trisha? Natalia? 

He supposed it didn’t matter. Unless he planned to continue his participation, he’d likely never see her again. She was cute though. Just as cute as the anxiety ridden girl standing before him. Different from the chesty chestnut he met prior, but cute in her own way. She reminded him of the wallflowers, waiting for some anxiety ridden boy or girl to make the first move and ask her to dance. It always brought a smile to his face when he’d play their favorite song and watch them uncontrollably break free from their comfort zone. 

Based on the tempo of her incessant taps, I’d recommend some Tiest-OHHHHH

A blaring noise made his body stiffen and his brain bobble in his head, seemingly signaling him of upcoming danger, but it only took a moment for the alarm to dissipate. He looked out to see what was going on and saw the girl tap her phone, silencing its ringing. A smile written across her face transferred her former anxiety right into Louis. 

She snatched up Louis’s vial and began transporting him somewhere new. His window to reality now blurry and skewed by the blitz of motion. He felt like he was on an unstable rocket ship. 

I wished she’d handle me as gently as she handles her phone.

The dizzying journey ended when the intern tossed him onto a tabletop, the momentum from her rough treatment rolling Louis' clear syringe under a spotlight that brightened his surrounding fluid to a blinding sheen.  He raised a hand to block what he could, but it was a marginal improvement at best. He heard a voice yet he couldn’t make out the words except for a name being thrown around.  Emma? 

Must be the name of this intern.  Where did this girl take me and why was it taking so damn long for her to notice that I’m being forced to bake under this blistering lamp!?

Gradually the light began to dissipate—shadows fending off the light that glowed even through his fingers. He lowered his guard and as he investigated, his jaw lowered with it. 

A massive pair of objects filled his vision. At this size, they looked to be planets ripe for exploration—smooth orbs of flesh connected to a deity.  They were breasts and good lord were they massive!  There was nothing subjective or average about their size and perfect shape. If the situation wasn’t evidence enough, reality’s perception is all too easily manipulated and distorted. 

The same could not be said about the otherworldly being making her presence known. While in reality she was just a woman of below average height and above average looks, the goddess above him—the keeper of those two pale planets of lust-laden flesh—was a celestial being, a thing of divine beauty. Just like the contained chaos of the breasts swinging with every minuscule movement , dominating his view, the woman they were attached to was just as unforgettable. 

Dr. Katie Walker. 

She grabbed his world, quite literally, and smoothly whisked him away from the table. Unlike the intern’s callous grip, she hadn’t sent him careening away from his window to reality. 

The delicate handling of a doctor I suppose. 

He couldn’t believe the contrast. The grace and gentleness with which he was leaving the table surprised him. He felt like a piece of driftwood caught in a typhoon before, but now he felt like he might as well have been floating on a calm summer lake.  With the utmost care, he was placed back on the table, feeling a rumbling behind him.  This time though, Louis found himself lucky to have his window oriented away from the bright lights and back on Emma and Dr. Walker, who held some strange science gadget in her other hand.

Louis’s view wasn’t painful anymore, but it wasn’t anything special either.  All he could stare at now was the swishing, lab coat covered rears of Dr. Walker and the intern.  There was an idle sway from the two scientists, imperceptible to a normal sized person, that hindered his view immensely. He could just barely make out another person in the room through the gap between the two scientists.  

It was hard to tell, but it looked like they were going commando with some tight orange workout shorts and a black tank top.  There was no white in her outfit like the scientists, so clearly no lab coat.  Was she a patient of some sort? From what Louis could tell, this person—maybe an athlete—must’ve had lots of muscle, because that outfit was form fitting to say the least.  Louis squinted his eyes and just barely caught a glimpse of brown & blonde hair draped around a sleeveless, coat-less shoulder.  

Louis’s view of this potential bombshell was then hindered by a wall of white fabric as the gap between the two scientists closed.  He found the now lifeless view ahead uninteresting and with nothing else to do, Louis’s mind started to wander.  The recurring subject was the one who was responsible for his situation: Dr. Walker. 

He truly had nothing but respect and adoration for her.  The few times he met her before agreeing to this arrangement, she was enchanting and ravishing. Now that’s a woman! Louis thought after their first meeting. There was just something about the way she talked and moved - an aura of dignity and maturity seeping into the shared air between them. She couldn’t have been much older than him or the women he usually found around campus, but she was magnitudes ahead of them. Her elegant appearance only elevated her into another level of beauty that had him charmed from the moment she walked into the screening room. 

Her outward demeanor was so cold.  If she was a peer they’d surely call her the “Ice Queen”.  Louis saw more though.  He wanted to be the one to melt that icy shell. He wanted to share his warmth with the cold woman standing before him. He’d never forget how visceral the moment she unknowingly swooned his soul was... 

He’d rambled on and on to her about music and his dream of making it big one day. He was so caught up in the moment he almost missed the clearly uninterested look she gave him while he spoke. So he flipped the script and asked her: “Got any dreams?” From there, he saw it. That spark. She transformed into a completely different person from that point forward; expressing how she was living her dream and finding new goals to strive for every day she came to work. She beamed brightly the whole time, nearly forgetting he was there in the room with her!  She was glowing with pride as she explained to him how she built her team of researchers and interns.  

It clearly took hard work and determination and the fact that he was standing in front of her meant that her efforts bore fruit.  The most interesting thing in her raving was her cohort: Dr. Bexley.  Whenever she mentioned her name, Louis would be shown the cutest smile with the most adorable dimples.  If there was one detail in this exchange that Dr. Walker wouldn’t let him forget: Dr. Bexley was her best friend and was just as talented and incredible as herself.  Dr. Walker started to compare how building this network was like a spider weaving its web but then seemed to flinch and stopped right there and then. If Louis was honest with himself, he didn’t catch too much of the fine details.  The main reason was most likely those mind boggling breasts and deep cleavage on display and how they rippled and moved with every joyous movement she made.  Louis would never admit that was the reason though…  

 Dr. Walker tried her best to regain that stoic and frigid front of an attitude, yet the radiance of her obviously infrequently-seen smile screamed otherwise. There was fiery passion behind that smile and Louis almost felt obligated to contribute to that passion! It was a win-win really. He made money to continue chasing his dream and she made progress towards hers. On his way out that day, Louis made a joke about writing a song for her in the future, exclaiming that she was going to be famous for her work. Dr. Walker, riding the high of her unexpected emotional euphoria, let out a cute little laugh, followed by a faint, almost silent snort, saying she would follow up with him soon about his participation. That’s when Louis knew he had to make her dream a reality, no matter how small the contribution. 

But now, she wasn’t the tiny doctor screening him for some dinky experiment. She was the goddess of his universe. Bookish yet powerful. In his heart he knew that she was small but what laid before his eyes was living proof that height was just a set of numbers. Just thinking about Dr. Walker brought a lot of mixed signals to his twin heads.  Louis felt smaller in her presence even before he saw The Sizer. She dominated him with composure and words alone. Now he became what he felt. Less. He still had to try though, right? After this little experiment of hers is done and he has some pocket change to spare he would definitely swoon her.  Somehow…

Even now while lost in his thoughts of sweeping her off her feet; he could hear her flexing her knowledge about some kind of math and science to the others in the room. Just hearing the sound of her voice made his heart soar.  He allowed himself to drift into fantasy–he could see their future together already, telling their kids the story of how Mommy met Daddy.  He’d cuddle her and sing her serenades he wrote after she came home from work, her head snuggled into his neck while they cuddled and watched the sunset on their massive porch (that she paid for, of course). 

The booming of thunderous steps sent strong ripples that distorted his imaginative future and forced his eyes open. Half his vision was dominated by the bright white of lab coats, and the other half by a blistering orange.  Louis and his home were thrust into chaos when the booming turned into shaking. Just as he realized that the blistering orange was actually a field of tightly woven nylon, it was gone–replaced now by smooth tan skin.  Among the landscape of supple skin was a patch that was darker than the rest, standing alone like an advertisement board in the desert.  

The blemish was the only of its kind for as far as the eye could see, and it almost looked like a star. It reminded him of someone unforgettable.

No way! Watermelon girl!? What were the odds that I’d run into her here of all places?  Based on how fat that ass is and that adorable, now not-so-little birthmark, there's no doubt it’s her!  I always wondered how long it took her to clean those shorts the next day. And did she even find all those watermelon seeds?

As the shapely soccer player turned and walked back towards the examination table, the view from Louis’ vial was to die for.  Ass cheeks wobbling and jiggling with near cosmic gusto bombarded his eyes.  He could almost hear her tight, sporty orange shorts screaming for reprieve as they were pummeled by the mundane act of walking, but the thought was replaced by the sound of her cheeks actually clapping.  

It was probably imperceptible to the two professionals or maybe it was something that only a man with particular tastes could pick up.  If they did hear it, there was no indication.  An ass like that was not common and should demand attention regardless of gender.  Professionalism and respect aside: Louis’ ears were entranced by that booty’s serenade.  It was steady like a smooth sonata of drums and snares. Snares the size of the sun and made of pure ass fat.

Lucky me, Louis thought. Maybe we’ll be working together on Dr. Walker’s project…

Louis didn’t quite understand what they were doing to his sweet, watermelon demolishing co-ed.  Whatever it was, they were clearly so experienced and methodical in their actions that Louis knew this wasn’t the first time they’ve done such a thing.  It seemed very much like prep for a procedure that you’d find at a normal doctor’s office.  Of course, this place was anything but normal.

Dr. Walker clapped her hands, “Okay...normally we would conduct a screening of the extracted subject before we proceed, but Gabby here has soccer practice in 2 hours and we don’t want to keep her waiting...so we are just going to proceed to the injection. Gabby, why don’t you remove your bottoms and lie down on your stomach?”

So the Watermelon-Destroying Soccer Girl has a name: Gabby.  It’s even cuter than that squeal of hers.

Gabby took off those tight shorts.  The now nude buttocks contrasted the hue of her thighs.  The sight before Louis reminded him of the point where the Atlantic and Pacific oceans meet.  It was mesmerizingly beautiful. If his jaw wasn’t already on the floor from the walk to the table, it would’ve smashed through the ground and left a crater. Dr. Walker offered up more guidance to the beautiful young woman but her words sounded as clear and understandable as the teacher in Charlie Brown.  Gabby settled into position on the table and the two unblemished hills of jello and muscle shook and wobbled flawlessly.  

Her backside jutted upwards in a shaky salute for his continued appreciation.  Louis drank in all she had to offer.  Gabby wiggled her toes in excitement and absentmindedly flexed her ankles.  Deep wrinkles formed and deformed all along her sole.  Her breasts, although dwarfed by her ass and contained by her top, splayed out enticingly into the table.  Gravity and the force exerted by her position hindered them yet they still held an alluring plumpness that made his mouth water.  

Good lord I feel like a perv.  This feels wrong to watch but I just can’t look away! What the hell are they even going to do to her?  I trust that Dr. Walker will be kind and caring with her but I’m not so sure I trust Emma.  She seems way too fidgety.  Whatever they do: they better be careful.  I’d hate to see Gabby get hurt!

He didn’t realize what was truly happening until the far less endowed scientists approached the hulking hills of Gabby’s backside.  

Dr. Walker coldly threaded a vial of fluid, not unlike the one Louis found himself adrift in, on to the syringe she held.  The pink fluid of the syringe quickly rushed into the subject vial, immediately glowing and visually humming.  The way it shimmered made Louis think it was otherworldly…

He was so confused and for some reason… frustrated? Here he had the woman of his dreams literally fondling the biggest ass he’d ever seen all while doing crazy science stuff; yet instead of the obvious arousal he should be feeling, he was nervous.  It was almost a primal anxiety, his body screaming and itching to flee.  

Dr. Walker’s cherubic face twisted and contorted into a visage of pure, deep focus; her eyes boring a singular, tiny hole of Gabby’s massive glute.  Only when her face released that divine tension did Louis shift his gaze.  The mile long needle was gone, completely swallowed by the pillowy tissue of Gabby’s rear.  The chesty brunette then gracefully and skillfully positioned her thumb atop the plunger and pushed, feeding this alien concoction to the bodacious booty.  It was art; Katie Walker was DaVinci and Gabby’s ass was her Mona Lisa.

Dr. Walker removed the syringe and scanned the pin pricked area with some device.  After hearing some confirming beeps, she started speaking to Gabby and Emma. However, the words weren’t registering for Louis, who was caught in a downward spiral of despair and fear. He could only watch with bated breath as Dr. Walker and Emma massaged, wobbled, and jiggled that ass cheek like it was dough.  Not even the tantalizing view of Gabby’s ass being worshiped by these women could salvage this moment.  

The sensation of drowning was finally claiming him.  That was the moment his misunderstood fears all made horrible sense.  Louis realized what his role was in all this and fell into a wide eyed panic.  Louis saw the process from start to finish; and it terrified him.  They didn’t once glance towards the now empty syringe. It simply laid on the table lifelessly.  No glow.  No fluid.  It was as drained as Louis. That poor person that was in there was gone and they certainly didn’t think twice about them.  

If they didn’t care about torturing them like this, why would they think twice about doing it to me?

That unlucky fellow, now trapped in that bulbous mound of undulating flesh, was probably experiencing earthquakes the likes of which have never been seen.  It’d be a miracle if they survived this death sentence and an even larger one if they were recovered.  That scared Louis but the nail in his coffin? He was next…

Dr. Walker made me feel so important to her dream, yet her master plan for me was THIS?! N-no.  No way this is real. I held my tongue when she shrunk me.  I didn’t say a peep when they put me in this fluid or liquid oxygen or whatever.  I didn’t question a single thing, but there’s no way I can go in there!  It’s too big! How will they ever find me again in all of that!? Why would Dr. Walker do this to me?  

Between the situation unfolding before him and his racing mind’s inability to offer a solution, Lous felt helpless—frozen.  Thousands of thoughts flooded his head and all of them were negative.  If there was a shred of hope to be found, he couldn’t find it.  Most of all, he felt betrayed.  He couldn’t believe that this was what lit the fire in Dr. Walker’s eyes.  He couldn’t believe that Gabby, his bubbly and sweet Watermelon girl would be involved.  So many things were so unbelievable, and yet they were all happening.

Dr. Walker grabbed the vial and the fluid surrounding him began to vibrate as she handed it to Emma.  Her shaking hands vibrating the fluid and him more and more until Louis literally started spinning.  It didn’t take long for the spinning to stop but by then the damage was done.  The outside world was out of focus. With his sight gone, he paid very close attention to what was being said. It came through gargled, but he managed to make out the words.

“That is an excellent question!”Dr. Walker said. “Since you’ve done this before, I don’t mind sharing.  The 10 subjects going into your right glute are a mixture of willing volunteers and convicted felons.  No need for concern though! As you’re well aware, they are so small that it would be more than a statistical anomaly for you to notice them, nevermind them actually causing you harm.”

Felons?  She put me in here with murderers and thieves? And—God forbid—tax evaders!?!  Those convicts may not be able to hurt those goddesses outside of this syringe, but they can definitely hurt me!  What’s the worst they could do to those gals… give them a paper cut?  No.  We couldn’t even manage that if we all focused on the same spot.  At best we might provoke some kind of unconscious itch.  

Fucking hell would one of these women even notice something so insignificant? This place… it must be like heaven for these scoundrels. Pure lawlessness where no one is around to stop them from committing the very acts that landed them here in the first place.  And if they don’t go for each other, then I’m the target!  I seriously don’t know what’s worse: me being stuck with these psychos or the fact that if these gals could actually see us that they wouldn’t be able to differentiate me from them.

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PART 2 will be available on 12/29