RR Nina Beckett - Chapter 9

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Reduction & Relocation: Nina Beckett

Chapter 9 - AdHex

[February 1st, 2010]

“Come in.” Dr. Bexley said distractedly and David listened with unshakeable intent to hear who it would be.

“How are you feeling, Alex?”

The feminine voice sent shivers up David’s tiny spine..  As if he didn’t already recognize the very voice that turned his blood to ice…there were only a few doctors at RR Labs who referred to Dr. Bexley by her first name. 

“Feeling like I shouldn’t be drinking wine on Sunday nights anymore!” 

“Not if you’re going to run with me and Jenna, you shouldn’t.” David cringed and winced under alert as the chair across from Dr. Bexley’s desk squeaked.  The other half of RR Labs’ brain had taken a seat.  It was Dr. Katie Walker, of course.

David had never seen her dressed in anything other than a lab coat.  Dr. Walker wore short black shorts with a gray stripe running up either side, showing off short but reasonably slender thighs. A tight white shirt clung to her body, the impressive and eye-catching swell at her chest confined under a gray sports bra barely peeking through the thin, damp fiber of her shirt.  

“She’s a demon.  She’s a monster.  She’s ruining your life.” David thought, pressing his thighs together to hide his growing erection from himself.  “She’s a witch.  A witch. A witch.”

A sweaty, sexy witch with huge, round, suckable ti–

–STOP!

Dr. Walker fussed with her hair, pulled into a messy bun that had no doubt appeared neater at the beginning of the run.

“How much further did you and Jenna go, crazy girl?” Dr. Bexley asked.

“Just another two miles or so.”

“Katie! Seriously?”

“What?” Dr. Walker chuckled.  “We were in the zone!”

“Well, now I understand why you haven’t changed clothes yet!” 

It was a surreal marvel listening to the two of them speak.  And to hear Dr. Walker’s first name. David had always associated the name ‘Katie’ with traits of cuteness and harmlessness.  How could that name belong to such a morally bankrupt demoness? Dr. Walker’s mere existence laughed in the face of not only that association but nearly everything else that David thought he knew about women.  

She looked down at her outfit and David saw her toes wiggling, black nail polish peeking through the stretched fiber of her moist socks. “Oh, I could have but I wanted to come straight over.  We’re working on a strict window of time, remember?”

‘Strict window of time? What was she talking about?  What was she up to?’

“Yup, just finishing up one more email.” Dr. Bexley replied.

“Brandi’s starting her workout soon…” Dr. Walker cautioned. 

Dr. Bexley’s eyes darted to the corner of her screen to check the time and her eyes widened. “Shoot…you’re right, Katie.  I forgot she starts early on Friday’s.”

“Almost as early as us.” 

‘Brandi?  The girl with the huge–’

“--Are we ready to go, David?” When Dr. Bexley’s bright, pretty face came into view under the desk as she reached for David’s cage, the tiny captive felt his heart soar.  It was so difficult going day by day, feeling like no one cared about you or what you were going through–so difficult that any pleasantries felt overwhelming.  Her smile felt warm and genuine, and he yearned for her to see his. “Whoopsie.” She let out a playful laugh when she finally saw that her sock had fallen into David’s cage.

“You’re really sticking with that, I see.” Dr. Walker said, her tone tinged with disapproval. If her breasts weren’t already so compressed by her sports bra, her judgmentally crossed arms, tight over her chest would have definitely done the job. With an uncharacteristic but not entirely unfamiliar gesture of attitude and defiance, Dr. Walker propped her sock-clad feet up on David’s cage, crossing her left ankle over the right.  A few particles of dirt and dust that had been clinging to the brunette’s soles fell down and clung to his body.  She’d worked out even harder than Dr. Bexley, and yet the aroma coming from her feet was uncomfortably pleasant. 

“Well…what do you suggest we call him, Katie?” Dr. Bexley asked, picking up the sock and roughly stuffing it back into her sneaker, this time all the way into the toe section.  “He’s not a non-Viable…not in the technical sense of the term.  He’s not an injectable, although I suspect he alone could actually survive Injection Therapy.” Dr. Bexley’s eyes wandered to the ceiling as she peered into her own brain.  Something about what she’d said had put a profound thought in her mind and she was digging into it.  She returned to reality as quickly as she departed. “But he’s far too valuable for such an unexplored field.  I digress.  Anyway, lastly, he sure as heck isn’t eligible for rear-housing.”

“Right..I don’t disagree with any of that.  But first names are not a good idea.” Dr. Walker reasoned.

“So you’d have me call him Mr. Denison?” 

Dr. Walker’s cherubic face wrinkled up into an ugly sneer. “No, that’s even worse.” 

‘You mean even more respectful…’ David thought with misery and resentment for the beautiful brunette doctor with the black, thick-framed glasses. 

“We have a protocol for referencing post-RT subjects, Alex. It specifically prohibits the use of their given names.”

Dr. Bexley looked frustrated.  Challenged.  And she was going to push back.  She mirrored Dr. Walker’s position, crossing her arms over her chest and propping her feet up on the other side of David’s cage.  A pair of white sock clad feet on one side and a pair of black nylon clad feet on the other.

“Unbelievable.” David said. “If I could just go ONE DAY without being surrounded by feet, that would be great!”

Even as she advocated for him, Dr. Bexley inadvertently disrespected David.  It made him feel even smaller…if that was even possible.

“I know what the protocol says, Katie.  I helped you write it…in fact, I believe I wrote most of it.  but I’ll say once more: he’s not really a subject.”

She shot a glance down at David’s cage, her socks shifting along the cage just enough to identify where he usually stood.  Her gaze was icy and uncaring. “He’s closer to a subject than he is to one of us.” Dr. Walker said with firm finality.  

That stung.

“Fair point…” Dr. Bexley conceded.

Oof.  That hurt even worse.

“...but we can’t assign him an injectable ID number or a rear-housing ID number…Taylor’s not going to incorporate him into the Third R treatment, too many variables…and we’re not treating him as an nV, I don’t really know what we should be calling him.”

“I’ve been referring to him as ‘The Anomaly’ in my research reports.” Dr. Walker said.

‘At least that sounds kind of cool…’ David thought, ‘...she thinks I’m like Neo in the Matrix.’

“We can talk about this more later…” Dr. Bexley said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.  “To your point,  Brandi is starting her workout any minute.  We really need to get going.”

‘Her workout?’ David watched as the womens’ gazes shifted down to him, both looking at him for the first time since he was lifted from under Dr. Bexley’s desk.

“Go ahead and hop into the toe ring, ‘The Anomaly’.” Dr. Bexley said, her tone playfully sarcastic as she addressed David. Dr. Walker rolled her eyes as her close friend playfully and gently pushed her.  Despite his fear and trepidation, David didn’t dare object to Dr. Bexley’s order or cause waves…certainly not when Dr. Walker was around.  He’d learned already that she was far less personable than Dr. Bexley.

—---------------------------------------------------

“Is anyone ever going to tell me why we’re in the Fitness Center?” David asked out loud to no one that could hear him and yet he was still flummoxed and upset by the lack of response.  Dr. Walker and Dr. Bexley passed weight benches, free weights, and treadmills.  They stopped dead in their tracks and David yelped as Dr. Bexley’s fingers protectively closed with rapid intensity around him in the toe ring.  “Is that her?” Dr. Bexley hissed, gesturing toward the sauna.  

Dr. Walker squinted and then sighed, “No, that’s Ming.  See the black hair?”

Dr. Bexley’s deep breath released in relief and they continued.  Through the incessant barrage of gossip David had been subjected to during his occasional bouncing between RR Scientist and Inter, he’d heard that Ming, otherwise known as Dr. Zhang, had personally leveraged for a sauna to be installed in the RR Labs Fitness Center.  David didn’t know the intricate details but Zhang enlisted the help of that big-booty intern Brandi in getting the funding.  They apparently submitted paperwork saying something about it aiding Brandi in her job, which David assumed must have just been some kind of workplace fraud BS.  

“If that’s Ming in there, she’s not coming out until well after we’re finished.”

The doctors arrived at the bank of exercise bikes along the wall.  “You’re sure this is the one she always uses?” Dr. Bexley asked.

“Who?” David asked, and then raised his voice. “Alex, who?”

“Yes, it’s the one with the smallest seat.” Dr. Walker replied with confidence. “Brandi favors the smaller seats because they maximize the gluteal compression factor on the subjects she’s acclimating.”

“God, I love that girl.” Dr. Bexley grinned.

“What the hell are they talking about?” David asked.  “Stop speaking in code and tell me what’s happening!”

While Dr. Bexley unscrewed the pale pink jewel of David’s toe ring prison, Dr. Walker was uncapping what looked like a travel-size bottle of lotion. The bottle was plainly white, void of any graphics or color, with a single word printed across the front. 

AdheX

“Remember, just a small dab.” Dr. Bexley cautioned as Dr. Walker squeezed a tiny droplet of the lotion onto her bare index finger and then smeared it onto the left side of the exercise bicycle seat.  

“What are you—-waaaaaa!” David’s world literally turned upside down as Dr. Bexley hurriedly dumped David from the toe ring jewel onto the spot of lotion on the bicycle seat’s left side.  He felt the thick, syrupy lotion contacting his skin and coating the back half of his body.  It covered most of his back and a bit of his shoulders, but the alarming part was that he noticed a warm sensation quickly spreading throughout his body.

“Hey! What the hell are….what is this?!” David felt a panic-inducing claustrophobia as the girls looked down at him in fascination.  His arms and legs flailed as he tried to stand up, but it only took seconds for the entire back side of his body to adhere completely to the bicycle seat.  

He couldn’t move a muscle!

“Wow, I’d heard it kicks in quick but that’s impressive.” Dr. Bexley remarked, “Is that a new prototype?”

“It is.” Dr. Walker replied proudly, applying another small droplet to the other side of the bicycle seat far away from David, “Carla and her team sent 10 milligrams to the board for review last week.” 

David thought back to his second girlfriend Mindy.  She had a thing for tying her boyfriends up and David was no exception.  While it was a little nerve wracking to put all your trust into someone like that, he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t hot to have a pretty girl straddling his chest (and later his face) while his arms and legs were restrained.  It was never something he sought after that relationship ended–rather explosively, he might add but that’s a tale for a different day–but the experience sometimes came back to his mind.

Yeah…this was like that..but on crack. 

David felt his penis twitch, admiring the way the girls stared at him from above, straddling him with their cat-like, curious eyes.  He understood why he was terrified, that emotion made perfect sense…but why was he also turned on?

The two beautiful doctors’ faces were mere inches from the bicycle seat and David had never felt so vulnerable as Dr. Bexley gently poked at his naked body. He expected some of whatever weird sticky stuff was holding him down would stick to Dr. Bexley’s finger but it came away clean.  Not a drop or single notice of shine on that fingertip. “Wow, he’s REALLY on there.  You’re sure we’ll be able to get him off?”

“The interfacial bonding phase starts immediately but it takes about six hours to complete.”

“And after the six hours?”

David’s eyes darted from Dr. Bexley’s question to Dr. Walker’s sociopathic answer. “Oh, it becomes irreversible.  Upon completion, the adhexial bond is permanent.”

“What!?!  I can’t be stuck to a freaking BIKE SEAT!  Alex…please! You can’t seriously be okay with this!”

“I thought I’d heard Carla mention something about two projects related to AdheX. I assumed we’d be working in tandem on a solvent to undo permanent adhesion?”

“Fair assumption!” David shouted through the side of his mouth.

“No, that other project is something else. Our original proposal to the board had provisions for research into reversals through all phases but believe it or not–”

“--they gutted the proposal.” Dr. Bexley finished, rolling her eyes.

“Of course they did.”

David begged with his eyes, but to a goddess like Dr. Alexandria Bexley, they were as small as his voice, which was completely undetectable.  However, to her credit, she at least wore some expression of hesitancy and uncertainty about David’s situation.  Dr. Walker seemed to pick up on it. “But don’t worry…as long as we act before the interfacial bonding phase completes, we can disrupt it with this.” 

David, even more interested in the answer than Dr. Bexley, watched the brunette doctor retrieve from her tightly stretched breast pocket a small misting spray bottle. She applied a spritz to the finger she’d used to apply the thick liquid on the bicycle seat. “A single spray will completely neutralize the adhexial compound.”

“So we just have to spray the neutralizing spray before 6 hours passes? Okay, that’s plenty of time.”

Despite David’s reservations and concern, he felt slightly better to see a hint of relief in Dr. Bexley’s face even though time had shown again and again that his and her priorities were not exactly in a constant state of alignment.His frantic pleas for more information were not heard, but Dr. Bexley must have known his confusion and discomfort. Her emerald green eyes lingered on him for a moment and he thought he saw pity.  

“Don’t worry, David.  We’re only using the AdheX so that we don’t lose you during this.  It might be a little scary and uncomfortable but we’re EXTREMELY confident that you’ll be just fine.”

Dr. Walker’s chocolate brown eyes scanned David’s body and then both sets of eyes, brown and green, shot up toward the door.  “She’s here!”

“Shoot! We’re not ready, Katie!” Dr. Bexley whispered, the two women frozen over top of the bicycle seat.

David followed the doctors’ gaze, best he could with only his eyeballs, toward the door and he saw a blonde woman approaching, her eye line level with the door handle. The door handle twisted from inside but then the handle noisily returned to its static position as the blonde turned around, delaying her entry.

She’d been approached by someone.  

“She’s distracted talking to Jane.  Hurry, Katie! Add the other one!” Dr. Bexley hissed as Dr. Walker retrieved another item from her breast pocket.  A tiny capsule. It looked a bit like a Tylenol but instead of red and blue caps, they were blue and pink.  She cracked open the capsule like an egg over top of the other side of the bicycle seat..the right side, directly over top of the second lotion spot she’d created. David didn’t know what he expected to see come out, but he was surprised nonetheless to see another tiny naked man tumble out.  

He was the same size as David…

It was hard to make out his features considering how many body-lengths away the other side of the bike seat was from David.  To the towering scientists, it looked to only be a few inches but to David the distance between him and the other flailing naked man was nearly 2 full football fields. 

“Okay, they’re in position!  Both adhered.  Both face-up.  Both ready. Quick!” Dr. Walker said.

“Wait, where are you going?  You’re leaving me here!?” David shouted as the two women stood back to their full heights.  He’d gotten used to them squatting over the seat, close enough for Dr. Walker’s chestnut hair to cascade around him like an aromatic forest of luscious brown locks but now as they ascended to the heavens, David was reminded that they held that much more size over him.  That much more power. 

“Come back! Come back!” David watched helplessly as they quickly left through another door on the other side of the fitness center. 

David recognized her as soon as she came into the fitness center.  Her blonde hair. Her pretty, elfish face.  Above all else, he recognized her huge, curvaceous ass.  

It was none other than Brandi Thompson.

Brandi was one of those girls who probably felt comfortable anywhere but she strutted into the fitness center like she owned it, commanding attention in her pale pink sports bra that perfectly showcased her toned midriff, and dark gray leggings that hugged her every curve. Her long, blonde hair braided down her back bounced with each confident step she took. 

Trailing behind her, almost as if in her shadow, was another RR intern: Jane, the petite girl with short, jet-black hair that framed her face like a dark halo. Jane was the angry kitten of the group, a stark contrast to Brandi in every conceivable way. Where Brandi's clothing screamed confidence and readiness, Jane's attire somehow couldn’t agree if its message was rebellion or indifference. She wore a pair of faded, tattered jeans that were baggy enough on Jane to probably fit Brandi.  The same could be said for her  plain black t-shirt that looked as if it had seen better days.

Jane's gothic appearance, with her smudged eyeliner and dark lipstick, made her look more suited for a midnight concert than a morning workout. She stole more than a few glances at Brandi's voluptuous figure, her gaze lingering on the swell of Brandi's huge swaying ass as they moved closer to David and the row of bikes.

“So you wanna do some pedaling with me then?” Brandi asked.

“Yeah, figured I would…ya know…give it a try.  Is that alright?”

“Of course!”

“Oh no…don’t come anywhere near me.” David uttered, watching Jane approach the bike he was adhered to. Even as small as her ass was, it was still planetarily large as far as he was concerned. 

Jane, ignorant to David’s presence, pleas, or wellbeing threw a leg over the exercise bike that David was affixed to and he watched her small, slender bottom start to lower toward him. Even as petite and thin as Jane was, she was still an imposing threat just like every woman of RR Labs. Her ass cheeks, comparatively small as they were, could still inflict a fair amount of pain.

“Oh, do you mind sliding over one, Jane?”

David ripped his eyes away from Jane’s ass to the sound of Brandi’s request. “Oh no…you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Oh, is this one yours?” Jane asked, her fingers tracing the seat.  An innocuous gesture on her part, but David listened to the screaming of his stranger partner on the other side of the bike seat as Jane rubbed him.

“Who are you people? Why is this happening?!” He shouted.

“Yeah, I like to use that one cause it's got a smaller seat. Better experience for the subject.” Brandi said, patting her big, bulbous left butt cheek.  Her massive ass was packed tightly into a pair of super tight leggings, but not so tight to keep her glute from jiggling after the impact of her slap.

He’d been looking up at Jane’s ass in fear, but now he looked at it longingly as she dismounted the bike.  David could tell from the very beginning that Jane didn’t like him…he had no idea why…but now he was praying for her to say no to Brandi and take a seat atop him.  He knew what the alternative was…and he didn’t want it.

“Sure, Brandi.  No problem.” Jane said sweetly.

“No, please!” David was actually begging for Jane to sit on him, looking for that smaller ass to protect him from the larger, more terrifying ass but why would things work out for him? Why couldn’t she be mean and sassy with Brandi like she was with literally everyone else, especially him?!

A gust of wind equal to that of a hurricane’s blast rushed over David’s immobile body as Brandi’s huge thigh flew over top of him and the other poor subject who was still screaming for mercy.  The gushing blast of air carried the fruity perfume and natural scent of Brandi’s body, overwhelming and intoxicating to someone as little and impressionable as David.

His poor, confused cock twitched.

“I appreciate it!  This one’s going out to meet his Participant soon.” Brandi’s expansive left glute quaked violently as her palm slapped the flesh. “Maybe this week actually.  And I gotta make sure he’s nice and ready for her.”

“Oh, is that the one for the girl coming in today?” Jane asked. “Samantha Beaurmont?”

“Yup! That’s her!  Adorably sweet girl but she’s got to work on her confidence. Hopefully I get a chance to chat with her later today.”

“You’re going to be there at her screening then?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna try to be.” Brandi said with hesitation. “I’ve got two biters I have to break and you know how involved that can be! But yeah, I’m gonna try to make it.”

“Oh cool! Me, too.”

“You’re going to Samantha’s screening? I thought you were helping Dr. Bexley analyze the samples from that new itty bitty guy that everyone’s talking about.”

“No, no…I’m…umm…” Jane was verbally tripping over her own feet. David remembered talking like this to girls he liked in high school. “I meant that I was helping Dr. Bexley tomorrow..yeah.”

“Why’s your face all red?”

“Oh…just not used to working out, I think.”

Brandi giggled and rubbed Jane’s shoulder.  “We only just started, silly!  I gotta get you in shape, don’t I?”

David, jaded by more than a week of emasculating and dehumanizing experimentation, shouted that neither of them would get any.  He was flanked by two immense Lycra-clad thighs and directly overhead were two planet-sized ass cheeks.  They were too large for words…too large for emotions.  It was as if his very soul was being channeled from his body, funneled up and split evenly between those two jiggling glutes. He stared up in horror and wonder. They were so much bigger than Jane’s.  No, that didn’t even come close to explaining it.  Just one of Brandi’s expansive buns could have housed not one but both of Jane’s…with room to spare! The cheeks jiggled as Brandi fussed with her hair.  God forbid those golden locks fall into her face while she’s sitting on top of David and the poor soul to his right, expanding and reshaping as Brandi lowered her frame toward his imprisoned body. David knew those big, soft glutes were about to harden significantly once they compressed into the comically small bike seat.

There were a few moments during his screenings when he swore he’d been busted staring at that big bubbly ass, either by one of the doctors or Brandi herself…once he was even caught by Jane who, judging from the fire in her eyes and sneer on her pale face, seemed to care more than anyone that he was staring.  Now he gawked at Brandi’s bubbly butt as if it were two spherical, planet-sized asteroids preparing to strike his prison atop the narrow exercise bike.  

“I can’t do this! Please!” David pleaded. “It’s too big!  They’re TOO BIG!”

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