Emma Parker's Fumble

Hello everyone. Do you remember Gabby from Mayumi's story? The Informed Participant who had several subjects injected into her glute? And then...other things happen?

I have separated that scene, experienced through the eyes of the RR Intern Emma Parker, from Mayumi's story and posted it below. If you are a fan of the micro/injection niche, I strongly encourage you to read this and refamiliarize yourself with the content.

Why am I asking you to do this? You'll see next week!

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Emma Parker's Fumble

RR Highlights

March 15th, 2012

“Hey Emma. I’m heading for our Thursday’s glute injection. Would you like to observe?” Dr. Walker said, peeking her head into the break room.

Emma Parker looked up from her novel and half-eaten pear. The mousy brunette pushed her round-framed glasses up the length of her nose to her widened eyes.

“Yes of course, Dr. Walker!” Emma said with a brief expression of excitement that caught Dr. Walker off guard. The young, short intern shut her book without even marking her page and stuffed it into her backpack.  Emma stood up and regained her composure, straightening out her button-up blouse over her slacks.

“Great!  Go ahead and take this paperwork over to logs and sign out what I’ve itemized here on this withdrawal form. Its very important that we get everything here!” Dr. Walker said, handing the intern a stapled document packet. “I’m going to meet our IP in the waiting room and get her set up. Can you meet us in Exam Room A?”

Emma nodded her head with a huge smile, and Dr. Walker thought it adorable the way the mousy young woman was trying to contain it.  

“Okay, Dr. Walker.  I’ll see you there!”  

Emma didn’t even finish her pear, opting to toss the half eaten fruit into the wastebin.  She put on her paper-thin labcoat and briskly walked in the wrong direction.  Dr. Walker corrected her on the right path to Logs with a playful smile before heading to the waiting room.  

Dr. Walker and Dr. Bexley shared the responsibility of hiring interns.  Nicole was hired by Dr. Bexley and Emma by Dr. Walker, and for this reason Dr. Walker ever-so-slightly favored Emma.  She saw a slight bit more of herself in Emma than she did Nicole, but both young interns had time and time again proven to staff that they were hard working and dedicated to the experiment and that they loved science.  

While Dr. Walker had looked up Nicole with the sincere thought that she may have been a model, Emma came off as a scientist from the very beginning.  She was mousy but cute, soft-spoken and math-minded, not flat as a board by any means but not as...blessed as some of the participants coming in for injection therapy.  It was sexist and judgemental, sure, but nobody is perfect and everyone has biases.  Emma, coincidentally enough, reminded Dr. Walker a lot of that girl in Harry Potter. She knew the girl in the movie’s first name, coincidentally enough, was also named Emma.  

Dr. Walker found Gabby sitting in the waiting room by herself, a textbook and notebook laid out on her crossed legs.  They wouldn’t have fit on her own lap or Emma’s lap, but arranged with room to spare across Gabby’s wide thighs and hips.  

“Its great to see you again, Gabby. How are your classes going?” Dr. Walker asked the 19-year old college Sophomore as they left the waiting room and made way for Exam Room A.  

“They’re going good, I guess.  I just started signal processing and I’m already regretting it. I just can’t figure out this convolution and laplace stuff.” Gabby said.

“Oh? What’s the problem?” Dr. Walker asked.

“Well, the professor told me during office hours that for our homework, we were supposed to convolve inverse laplacians but that just doesn’t make any sense cause in lecture he said something like ‘we do laplace transforms so that we didn’t have to convolve’ or whatever.” 

Taking little more than a second to think, Dr. Walker responded, “Well, that’s true...the convolution of two functions in the time domain is the same as multiplying the Laplace transforms of those functions in the s domain.  However, judging from the problems I saw on your homework, it looks like he wants you to find the Inverse Laplace transforms of a complicated Laplacian function by separating it into two simpler functions, F(s) and G(s)...”

Gabby scrambled for her notebook and began writing notes as the two women walked down the hall.

“...you convert F(s) and G(s) to their respective time domain functions, f(t) and g(t). Then all you have to do is just convolve the two functions with respect to tau, solve for the laplacian of the resulting convolution integral and you have your answer.”

“Dr. Walker...that makes perfect sense; thank you so much! You explained this so much better than that dusty old professor ever could.” Gabby exclaimed happily.

Dr. Walker chuckled, “That’s not a very high bar to clear from the sounds of it, but thank you Gabby.  I’m happy I could help.”

The two women entered Exam Room A and Dr. Walker pressed the button on the chair to recline it to about 60 degrees.  Gabby set her backpack down next to the declining chair. 

“Take everything off then?” Gabby asked as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her bright orange nylon shorts.

“No, not yet. For now you can leave your clothes on. Just have a seat here on your back and lift your shirt. “Dr. Walker said, patting the declined chair. “We have to check your last injection.”

Emma entered Exam Room A with a pre-assembled tray of injection items to find Dr. Walker fiddling with some gadget she’d yet to see during her internship.  There was a cute girl about her age with curly brown and blonde hair climbing up onto the reclined chair.  Emma saw a glimpse of the brunette’s tight shorts stretch over her wide ass and a pronounced cut of her thong underneath before she sat down. The chair had reclined to about a 60 degree angle.

“You can set your tray down on the other side of Gabby and have a seat.” Dr. Walker said without looking up from the equipment. Emma couldn’t help but note the way Gabby’s ass splayed out so widely on either side of her from the compression of her weight against her backside, jutting out in impressive, bright orange arcs.  Emma set the tray down and sat, returning a friendly yet slightly nervous smile from Gabby. The two women were in silence waiting for Dr. Walker, who was now squeezing a type of petroleum jelly onto her gloved fingers.

Dr. Walker leaned in toward Gabby’s exposed stomach.

“The injection point healed up so nicely I don’t even see it.” Dr. Walker said, bringing her face even closer, “My notes say to the left of the belly button.”

Gabby lowered a finger about 2 inches to the left of her cute “innie” belly button and pressed, her fingertip sinking half an inch into the plush padding.  

“I’m pretty sure it was about here, doctor.” Gabby said. 

She was by no means fat but her stomach was pleasantly soft, more than acceptable for an injection, and the angle at which she sat made it protrude cutely and it looked plush.

Dr. Walker thanked her and generously applied the petroleum jelly to the left side of Gabby’s stomach.  

“We do this,” Dr. Walker said both to the intern and the college Sophomore, “so that the device can more accurately fixate on the subject.”

Dr. Walker then lowered the device she’d been configuring atop the injection site. The device looked to Emma like one of those handheld things that ultrasound technicians hold to women’s bellies when they’re pregnant.  Gabby even made a joke about Dr. Walker looking for her baby, which all three women had a nice laugh over.  

Dr. Walker moved the device very slowly in silence.  Finally, about an inch south of Gabby’s healed injection point, the device began chirping and lit up and flashed just once with a green light. 

“Bingo.” Dr. Walker said, tapping a button with her thumb.  Dr. Walker looked up at Emma and said, “If we get 2 beeps and red, it means the subject did not survive the immersion.” The three women stared down at the device anchored to Gabby’s belly. 

“BEEP BEEP BEEP.”

Three distinct beeps emitted from the device along with a flashing blue light, and Dr. Walker smiled.

“Great, that means he’s alive and well.” Dr. Walker said with a smile, using her free hand to open a compartment on top of the detecting device.

“That’s just so crazy...he’s been in there for like 2 months.” Gabby said.

Emma’s heart skipped a beat.

“It’s actually been 3 months as of last Monday.” Dr. Walker corrected, inserting a needle with a small, cylindrical, transparent chamber at the tail end of it into the top of the device and shutting the compartment lid.

“Okay, Gabby.” Dr. Walker said as she placed the device back over Gabby’s belly.  It lit up with  different colors and as she made very slight adjustments in placement, the colors were flashing quicker and quicker until finally they were solid.  

“You’re going to feel a quick pinch and a bit of discomfort, but it will be over VERY quickly.”

Gabby looked a little nervous but Dr. Walker assured her that everything would be okay.  She pressed the button and if you’d have blinked, you might have missed it.  The tip of the needle plunged out and into Gabby’s stomach, through her skin and deep into the layer of her subcutaneous fat.  The needle retracted incredibly quickly, like a tattoo gun...and then that was it.  

“You did great, Gabby.” Dr. Walker said proudly as she brought the handheld device back to her own lap and opened the compartment.  Emma was quick to apply an alcoholic swab and some gauze. The doctor opened the compartment and removed the small chamber.  She handed it to Emma and said, “Here, Emma; set the subject down next to the tray.” 

Emma’s eyes widened as she accepted it, “He’s...in here?” 

Emma brought the reservoir up to her eye. Gabby also leaned forward to peek in. Dr. Walker chuckled. “Yes, he is but I very much doubt you girls will be able to see him there.”

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?”

Gabby squeezed out of her incredibly tight orange shorts, inadvertently pulling down her black thong with them.  She stepped out of her gray flip flops and allowed the shorts to crumple down next to them.  

Dr. Walker set the declining bench to a full decline, “So Gabby...as we discussed on the phone, we’ll be re-introducing the extracted subject to your body, this time in the underside of your left buttock.”

Gabby nodded as she climbed onto the seat and lied face down, her bubble butt quaking and swaying.  Her huge jiggling ass cheeks faced up at the ceiling and slightly parted under the pulling force of gravity.  They were still rippling as Dr. Walker attached the recently extracted subject’s chamber to a new syringe, one that had already another smaller chamber filled with a cloudy, pink liquid.  Dr. Walker cleared the syringe of air and lowered the tip toward Gabby’s bubbly left butt cheek.  

Emma watched fascinated as Dr. Walker’s gloved hand grabbed a full handful of glute and squeezed it as the needle kissed Gabby’s cheek.  The long tip grew shorter as it sank without resistance into the Gabby’s fleshy cushion and then Dr. Walker’s thumb gently pressed the plunger down, forcing the pink liquid from one chamber and the subject from the other into the only direction they could go...through the stem of the needle and deep into the fat of Gabby’s large ass cheek. 

As soon as the empty needle came out, Dr. Walker quickly placed a small square of gauze over the injection point.  “Why don’t you apply some petroleum jelly to the injection point, Emma?  Let’s make sure the subject was properly injected.”

A bit nervous, Emma began lathering up Gabby’s huge butt cheek, focusing most of the petroleum jelly over the small injection point.  Emma appreciated how patient Gabby was as Dr. Walker explained in detail to Emma how to use the handheld device.  It chirped in approval once it located the subject deep in Gabby’s butt cheek and Emma smiled proudly.  “Looks good, Dr. Walker!” Emma said.

Dr. Walker smiled, lowering a hand to the surgical tray Emma had brought in earlier and lifted the other syringe.

“Alright Gabby, now we’ll be doing the other injection.” Dr. Walker was speaking to Gabby but looking at Emma, making sure that she understood what was happening.  “The injection into your left buttock contained only the subject that had resided in the fat of your stomach for the past three months.”  

Dr. Walker handed the syringe to a wide-eyed Emma who hesitantly accepted.  She mouthed the words, “Me?!”.  Dr. Walker smiled and nodded, continuing.  

“This injection will be in your right buttock, and it will contain 10 subjects.”

Emma looked at the needle nervously.  It was crazy enough holding one with a single subject inside..but now in her short, shaking, and uncertain fingers she held the lives, fate and future of 10 people. It was an insane rush and she was grateful that her labcoat and blouse hid her stiffening nipples.  

As Dr. Walker had done, Emma pressed the plunger to clear the air but she pressed too hard.  Droplets came out far too quickly, actually arcing from the needle tip.  This only caused Emma to panic and lose grip of the needle. She tried her best to keep it from falling, which seemed to only make things worse.  The few droplets that might have just fallen to the ground were now propelled to splatter in several directions.  Emma couldn’t have counted them in the seconds this all took place, but she noticed Dr. Walker reflexively blink as at least one droplet splattered against her glasses.  Emma also felt a droplet hit her own lower lip.  She lost grip of the needle and it plummeted to the linoleum floor.  The good news was that it did not shatter upon contact with the ground.  This was only because Gabby’s flip flops and shorts broke the syringe’s fall.  Dr. Walker had removed her glasses to look at the droplet as Emma dropped to her knees, red faced and embarrassed as she reached for the syringe.  She saw two droplets had contacted the toe section of Gabby’s right flip flop and it was quickly absorbing into the well worn, dry sole.  After what felt like a century, Gabby stood up looking as if she might cry.  

“Gabby, please just give us a minute.” Dr. Walker said as she signaled Emma to join her out in the hallway. Emma was panicking, convinced that she was going to be fired on the spot.  Once out in the hallway, it was a good thing no one was around because that was when the tears really started coming.  

“Dr. Walker, I’m SO sorry! I was just nervous, I didn’t mean to do that!” the young intern wailed.  Dr. Walker gripped her shoulder.

“Emma, please calm down.  I’m not angry.” Dr. Walker said in a very calm, sincere tone.

Emma couldn’t believe it.  “Really?” She said.

Dr. Walker smiled and nodded, drying her glasses off with a handkerchief she promptly returned to her back pocket.  

“Really.  It was an honest mistake.  Sometimes things like this happen.  Don’t tell her I told you this, but on our very first injection therapy session, Dr. Bexley was clearing liquid over top the rear end of our very first participant...a woman named Anna.  Dr. Bexley accidentally cleared too much liquid and instead of being injected into Anna’s glute, we lost the subject permanently between Anna’s buttocks.  We didn't have the refined technology to detect or trace him, so we had to dismiss her and acquire a new subject for injection into her buttocks. We never did recover that subject.  It wasn’t the end of the world back then, and its not the end of the world now.”

Emma smiled and wiped the tears from her cheek.  

Dr. Walker broke the silence, “Now, lets see how many we have left.”

Emma’s hand was still shaking, but her grip on the syringe was strong.  Dr. Walker scanned the syringe and read the printout.  

“Okay….the detector is telling me we only lost 6 subjects.  That still leaves 4 subjects to be injected into Gabby’s right buttock.  See, Emma?  Everything is fine.”

“I’m still really sorry, doctor.  I promise nothing like this will happen again.” Emma said, grateful for Dr. Walker’s forgiveness.  

Dr. Walker just smiled and patted both of Emma’s shoulders.  “Let’s get back in there and finish the injection so Emma can get to practice.” 

Dr. Walker walked back in and Emma right behind her.  Before she went back into the room though, she remembered the droplet that had hit her lower lip.  Amidst the tears that had streamed down her face, the droplet was still there on her lower lip, somehow having clung there through their entire conversation.  Emma savored the moment and then ran the underside of her tongue slowly and forcefully against her lower lip, gathering the tiny droplet into her mouth.  She took her position with Dr. Walker next to Gabby’s exposed backside with a fire between her thighs, running her tongue around the inside of her mouth...imagining the incalculable number of ways that tiny little droplet might have dissipated in the cavern that was her mouth. 

Nothing would break her focus now, though.  Not even the animalistic surges of pleasure and control radiating through her body.  Under Dr. Walker’s watchful eye, Emma lowered the syringe to the underside of Gabby’s big, curvy right butt cheek and injected the 4 remaining subjects deep into the fleshy fat of her soft, pillowy glute.  

“Good job, Emma.” Dr. Walker said.  The doctor began kneading Gabby’s right ass cheek.  Its sheer size required the use of both of the short doctor’s hands in order to fully cover.  “Before we let Gabby go, we have to knead and work the muscle and fat to properly immerse the subjects.  

Emma followed suit.  She squeezed and pressed, flattened and kneaded, poked and rubbed.  She forced Gabby’s huge left cheek up against her right cheek, lengthening the cleavage created by their contact.  Once all done, Gabby sighed, “Well, that was lovely.  It was like a massage at the end there!”

Gabby got up and began dressing, first pulling that cotton black thong and those tight nylon shorts up her long, smooth legs.  Emma noticed a very light, very small wetspot on the inside of the shorts as they were hiking up her thickening thighs, but regrettably she did not see where it aligned with the teen’s body. As the young intern cleaned up, she made sure not to miss Gabby’s cute, pale foot sliding into the flip flop where the droplet had landed, her painted toes scrunching and wiggling into position. The water spot had dried, but its location was seared in Emma’s memory...and now it was covered by the teenage participant’s toes.  

Dr. Walker did a final check on both syringes to confirm all subjects were successfully injected.  None remained in any of the syringes so the only place the remaining 4 could be was in that giant, swaying ass packed so tightly into those orange nylon shorts.  Emma watched in amazement as it shook and swayed with each step.  She wondered if Gabby normally walked with such a victorious swing in her hips or if the teenager had felt some kind of subliminal or blatant confidence boost.  

Even once the teenage booty was out of Emma’s view, it had hardly left her mind.  She wondered what it must be like for those subjects, immersed in all that ass fat.  She pictured Emma sitting in class on that big booty, learning from her professors while the subjects lived in her cheeks.  She pictured Emma on a beach blanket with her girlfriends, tanning on their stomachs while scoping out hot guys...and she wondered if the subjects would feel the heat of the sun through all that fat.  She figured if they were near the surface of her huge cheeks, they might be able to feel it...but the ones buried deep in her ass fat probably couldn’t...but who knows?

Emma snapped out of her curiosity when Dr. Walker congratulated her on how well she did. Dr. Walker then went to meet Gabby at the receptionist’s desk to schedule her follow-up appointments, which were usually 1-week and 1-month to start. 

Emma was on cloud nine. The only thing that would have made the day even better would have been if she was on the list as support for the injection taking place tomorrow morning.  Some big-titted Japanese girl was coming in first thing in the morning and Emma had briefly considered scribbling out Nicole’s name and adding her own.  No way she was going to risk losing such an incredible job with such incredible women though.  It wasn’t an easy decision though...to do the right thing.  She’d seen the boy they were going to be injecting into those massive tits.  He had brown hair and green eyes, just sitting in that waiting room...and she could not stop thinking about him disappearing in all that tit flesh. She had to be strong. There would be other injections to witness.  Still, she would absolutely be reviewing tomorrow’s procedural notes.

The moment that Emma finished cleaning up Exam Room A and returned the spent supplies to Logs, she rushed to the women’s restroom, locked the door, and began masturbating.