RR Lori Warren - Chapter 43

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Reduction & Relocation: Lori Warren

Chapter 43 - Best and Biggest Lie

[January 21st, 2006]

Isabella reached a free hand into her cleavage, wiggling her dainty fingers into the warm crevice. “I seriously cannot believe I’m about to do this, "she mumbled, feeling the heat radiating from her skin onto her open palm and fingers. Isabella curled her first three fingers over the curvy expanse of her chest and with a determined sigh, she pulled her large, heavy right breast away from its sister. The soft flesh reluctantly molded to Isabella’s will, creating a small space just wide enough (and plenty deep enough!) for something very small to fit.

“Don’t you dare make a peep!” Isabella instructed urgently. She didn’t give Michael a chance to agree or nod, or to even really mentally prepare for where he was about to go. There was no time for that. 

In one swift motion, Isabella stuffed Michael down head-first between her breasts, deep into her cleavage. The sensation must have been overwhelming for Michael, but it couldn’t have been worse than being stuck between a set of butt cheeks. Admittedly, the fact that her bra was at least one cup size too small surely made it even more cramped for him. 

Isabella fluttered her fingers against the inner walls of dense breast flesh, creating pockets of air for Michael to tumble through and fall deeper, until finally he nestled naturally into position at a suitable depth in her cleavage.  She could feel him squirm slightly as he adjusted to his new, incredibly confined surroundings. Isabella withdrew her fingers that held the twin masses of flesh apart and Michael flailed as if he was drowning in an ocean of peach. Now unrestricted from contacting each other, her breasts jiggled back into resting position, meeting over and around Michael as if he didn’t even exist anymore. The weight and density of her breasts pressed in on him from all sides, making it impossible for him to escape on his own, but he could still move. Oh, could he still move!

Her skin tingled with the sensation of him trapped so close to her heart, his tiny body completely enveloped by her overwhelming presence. Isabella took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing pulse. She could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the slight jostling of her breasts with each breath making Michael’s situation even more precarious.

Time had slowed to a near halt as the adrenaline flowed through Isabella’s veins.  The closest floorboard winced and groaned under her mother’s heavy footfall.  She was right around the corner from seeing Isabella!  And Isabella was mere footsteps away from being caught!

“Stop moving!” Isabella whispered sharply.  Her palms settled on the outer walls of her humongous mammaries and she gave a sharp squeeze. Shivers ran up and down her spine from the sensation of his struggles against her sensitive skin. “How can Mom handle this in her butt?”

Michael was already engulfed in darkness and warmth, but the soft, pliant flesh around him that served both a cushion and a prison probably became agonizing as the teenager squeezed her heavy tits together.  

It worked like a charm. 

Isabella could feel the slight vibrations of Michael’s muffled breaths against her skin, but no more struggles. She adjusted her posture slightly, making sure he was securely nestled and wouldn’t be easily discovered. Her large breasts, now fully settled, created an impenetrable barrier around him.

Isabella had time to give herself a final smooth-over to her revealing top before her mom rounded the corner. She looked more disheveled than Isabella had ever seen her. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, with loose strands escaping every which way atop her plain white V-neck sleep shirt. The sight of her mother in such a state of distress sent a pang of guilt through Isabella’s heart.

Her eyes were tired and red-rimmed, as if she had been crying. Mom hadn't looked this distraught and disheartened since the time Isabella and Victoria caught her lying in Gina’s bed the night after Gina left for college. The memories of that night and the echoes of quiet sobs came rushing back. It only amplified the guilt gnawing at Isabella.

“You didn’t see him down here, did you honey?” her mom asked.

At the sound of her voice, Michael apparently forgot Isabella’s instructions and felt empowered with a surge of limitless energy.  The struggles and frenzy in the depths of her cleavage felt so strong, Isabella was sure her boobs must have been jiggling and bouncing all over the place! But she didn’t dare look down lest she draw even more attention to her chest than her fashion decisions already did. It was basically the only time Isabella had regretted the prominent display of her womanly charms.  

“No, Mom, I haven’t seen him,” Isabella lied, her voice somehow steady despite the turmoil within her racing heart and between her heavy breasts. 

Her mom’s shoulders slumped further, and she ran a hand through her messy hair.

“You’re definitely sure he wasn’t in your drawers?” Isabella asked. She already knew the answer, of course.  But she wanted to know how thorough her mother had looked.  And if Micheal’s plan would work. 

Her mother frowned, “No, I took everything out.”

“Maybe he’s sleeping in one of your socks?”

Lori chuckled, “I seriously doubt it.  Michael doesn’t like feet.  He even stays away from my clean socks.  But anyway, I did check everything.  My socks, my underwear, my bras.  I just…I don’t understand this.  He couldn’t have run away.”

“I know, Mom.  You take really good care of him.”

“I know!” she said, conviction and indignance growing in her tone. Not directed at Isabella though, Isabella knew that.  “There’s no way he would do that, I just know it.  We’ve gotten to such a good place, he wouldn’t throw all of that away.  I only make him stay in my bottom for–” 

“--Mom, TMI.” Isabella said, to which her mother weakly smiled. 

At that moment, her mother’s gaze fell upon Isabella’s chest…and the gaze lingered.

Could hearts really beat this fast without it being a heart attack? It must have sounded like a deafening drum to little Michael.  Isabella forced herself to maintain a calm exterior, though inside she felt like she was falling apart. Michael was nestled deep in her cleavage, hidden away from her mother’s desperate search and hopefully it would remain that way.  He was moving, and she couldn’t exactly squeeze him like she did before.  Her mom was still looking!  

God, please just let them not be moving

Isabella couldn’t imagine the trouble she’d be in if she were caught red-handed.  Or would it be red-boobed? 

Her mom’s eyes lingered for another moment on Isabella’s chest and then she gave a quick look up and down. “You look nice, Bella.  A little nicer than I’d like you to look for school…but nice.”  

She let out a relieved sigh, as lightly as she could.  Isabella normally would have rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth at her Mom’s comment about her clothing, but the relief washing over her made everything else seem trivial. That, and Isabella’s mind was preoccupied with the naked man still struggling between her huge tits..but at least the struggling wasn’t strong enough to overcome the compression granted by her bra. 

“Well, anyway…like I said, I checked his entire drawer.” Her mom said. “Oh, and the funny part?  Which really isn’t funny as much as it is sad–I found a small hole in the back corner and got excited thinking he might have fallen through to the next drawer, so I checked that one…nothing.”

Isabella’s heart leapt back up into her throat.  So much for that plan…She wondered if Michael heard that from between her boobs. It was a really good thing Isabella asked instead of just trusting Michael and his stupid, hare-brained plan.

“I looked through the entire room, my bathroom, my closet.  Every shoe I own…”

“Did you check your…ummm…” Isabella trailed off as her eyes lingered on her mom’s soft, satin pajama bottoms.  The horizontal green stripes made her broad hips look even wider.  It was a gross question to ask…not to mention completely unnecessary since Isabella knew he couldn’t possibly be in her mom’s butt. Still, the question would make her look like she was trying to be helpful. 

“Yes, dear,” Isabella’s mom chuckled, a faint blush gracing her make-up free cheeks. “Believe it or not, that was one of the first places I checked.”

“Well, maybe you should check down here?” Isabella suggested, hoping her Mom would take her advice.  As long as she was down here, that would give the sneaky teenager plenty of time to return Michael to her mother’s bedroom.  Where, exactly? Isabella had no earthly idea.  But she’d figure it out when she got up there. She had to.

“That’s a good idea, sweetheart,” Her mom said, preparing to start a search downstairs.  “I can’t imagine what he’d be doing down here but it's worth a try.”

Just as Isabella’s mom was stepping toward the kitchen, a door upstairs whipped open and slammed shut, calling the attention of both women.

“Oh, that must be Victoria.” Her mom, staring up through the ceiling with the x-ray vision she’d earned as a mother. “Since she’s up, I really should go ask her if she knows anything about where he is. Lord knows the girl doesn’t look where she walks…and we don’t want him under her foot again.”

Isabella watched her mom start to walk away. She followed closely behind, hoping that her thoughts alone would be enough to stop her mother but it didn’t work. She set one bare foot atop the first step of the staircase as Isabella blurted out.  

"Wait a second, Mom!"

The sudden outburst reverberated through the quiet house, startling both herself and her mother. Deep within the warm, confined space of her cleavage, Michael was clearly jolted as well. His tiny body, already pressed uncomfortably against the soft, yielding flesh of Isabella’s massive breasts, reacted instinctively to the shock of her loud and abrupt voice.

Isabella felt the tiny invigorated struggles of Michael against her skin. She clenched her jaw, trying to ignore the tickling sensation. Living in a butt all the time probably meant he wasn’t used to being so close to loud voices. 

Isabella’s mother paused at the bottom of the stairs, turning back with a puzzled expression. She had stopped abruptly at the first step but her big and barely restricted butt kept on moving and continued to jiggle.

"What is it, Bella?"  There was a hint of impatience in her voice. 

"I...I," Isabella stammered, rubbing the back of her neck nervously, trying to think quickly. "I was just gonna say…I doubt she would know anything about where he is. You said it yourself that she’s sick, right?  And plus, I don’t think Vicky would actually take him."

And that was the best and biggest lie ever. 

Isabella’s mother smiled, as if she was admiring the beautiful naivety of her middle child. ”Oh, sweety.  I appreciate that you’d stick up for your sister like that.  It’s very sweet. But we all know she’s been infatuated with Michael since day one.”  

Isabella’s eyes widened as her mother stepped into Isabella’s space.  She pulled her in gently for a hug and as she did, Isabella felt her much larger chest compress against her mother’s.  

He’s not gonna like this…

And he sure didn’t. Evident from his thrashing.  

Isabella lightly touched her mother’s back and rested her chin on her shoulder.  Isabella slammed her eyes shut and silently prayed that her mom wouldn’t feel the frenzy of struggling deep in her cleavage between her displaced breasts.  

The struggling felt more pronounced as Michael was sandwiched between the two Warren ladies.  If he was going to be discovered, it would definitely be right now.  And the little thing knew it! After an eternity, Isabella felt a gentle hand patting her back. 

“It really can’t hurt to ask her, but again I think it's wonderful that you’re trying to stick up for her.”

Even the thought of sticking up for Victoria in that moment was enough to make Isabella want to gag.  But as her mom turned to walk up the steps, Isabella leaned against the doorframe, her chest heaving as she fought to keep her emotions in check. She’d lost the battle of keeping her mom downstairs, but at least she managed to avoid getting caught during the hug.

Her mom bounced back upstairs, her big butt jiggling under the pajama bottoms and the forest green horizontal stripes making it appear even bigger.  

Poor mom… Isabella thought again, feeling the full weight of her guilt once more. She hated the fact that she was harming innocent people just to get back at her sister. This was a terrible feeling, a deep, gnawing remorse that made her wish she could turn back time and undo everything. There were so many other ways she could have gotten even.  She could have put hair-dye in Vicky’s shampoo.  She could have texted Vicky from a fake number, pretending to be the dumb boy she was crushing on.  She could have poured sticky honey in Vicky’s favorite sneakers. There were a million other ideas that wouldn’t have involved her innocent mother or wouldn’t have resulted in Isabella getting grounded for life.

If she could have gone back, Isabella would never have taken Michael out of that drawer.  But you can’t unburn toast once you’ve burnt it.  And you can’t put miniature little butt companions back in underwear drawers once you’ve taken them out.  

It was too late for that now.

The second that Lori was out of view, Isabella’s right hand shot up.  She couldn’t possibly have gotten Michael out from between her breasts fast enough.  A dainty set of fingers plunged into her cleavage, with much less finesse and reserve than when she put him in. She fished frantically in the deep, fleshy chasm until finally she felt a leg.  Her large breasts jiggled as she plucked him out by a single foot.  Was he okay? She brought him up to her face for a close-up inspection.  

She scanned his naked body, her eyes stopping below his waist and she arched an eyebrow.

“Ew, Michael. Was it the smell of my coconut lotion?” Isabella said, curious as any teenage girl would be with what she saw before her. She was sure this wasn’t the first time she’d inspired an erection in a boy, and Michael was kind of like a boy…but this wasn’t the time for staring.  Her judgemental eyes and curled upper lip spoke volumes of her disapproval. She could see the shame in Michael’s eyes and his body language as he feebly covered his hard cock. Isabella knew that look in a boy’s eyes.  If he wasn’t already only two inches tall, he’d have shrunken from embarrassment alone.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to; I didn’t want to! I can’t control it…It just–”

Isabella shushed him, hearing something much more important than the pathetic little thing’s feeble apology.  Upstairs, she heard knuckles whisper softly against wood…and then her mother’s compassionate voice.  Isabella had to go to the base of the stairs to hear.

“How are you feeling, sweety?” Her mom asked.

Isabella set a foot on the first step and leaned in, cupping her ear to amplify the sound from upstairs.  She heard Victoria’s muffled, faint voice from the other side of the bathroom door upstairs 

“I…I still feel really really bad…I'm sorry for getting sick, Mommy.”

“Don't apologize, angel! You didn’t do anything wrong!  Do you think it was from the restaurant last night?”

“I don’t know…maybe.” 

Do you need me to come in and hold your hair?”

“No, I’ll be okay Mommy.”

“Ugh. You’re 17 years old, you brat. Call her Mom” Isabella grumbled under her breath with very little compassion for her ‘sick’ sister. 

“Okay, well when you’re finished in there just go back to bed and feel better, okay?”

Isabella rolled her eyes at the sweetness in her mother’s tone and let out a bitter scoff.  “God, I can’t believe that works so well.” 

She was thoroughly convinced that Victoria was faking, probably had a test or something today she didn’t study for.  But then again that might have been assuming that she even cared about passing her classes. Their mom was usually pretty sharp and keen to things like this, but something about seeing her babies sick made her gullible. Isabella listened as her mother returned to her bedroom instead of coming back down. 

She checked the clock again and gasped. The teenager returned her gaze to Michael. “There’s no time.  Listen, I’m sorry but your idea…the one about the hole in the drawer?”

“Where I’d say I fell through it into the next drawer down?” Michael asked.

Yeah, that one…I guess it could have worked in another life but clearly it's not going to work now.”

“What?  Why not?”

“Were you not listening when my Mom was talking?” Isabella hissed impatiently.  “She said she checked that drawer already!  She checked all of them!”

The light of optimism in Michael’s eyes extinguished like a flame in a hurricane.  “No…no, you’ve got to be kidding…” Michael uttered, cradling his head with his trembling hands.

“You think I’d be kidding right now?!  This is serious!” Isabella replied.

“Well…we…we did the best we could.  No one could ever say we didn’t, Isabella.  I think…I think we just have to come clean…we have to come clean with her.  And you have to…you’ve got to…just please give me to your mom.” Michael stammered.

“You want me to just go up there and hand you over to her?” 

She found the proposition preposterous. Insulting, even. Isabella didn’t miss a beat with her response to Michael’s eager head-nodding.  “Oh, absolutely not.”

Wide eyed, Michael responded, “What?! Buh-but…But you just said–”

“--I said I’m getting you back to her. And I will.  She’s losing her freaking mind up there trying to find you.  So I have to get you back to her…but you cannot tell her that I took you.”

“What?! How is that going to work? No!  Isabella, no!” Michael squeaked. “If your mom doesn’t know that you took me, she….she’ll think that I tried to run away on my own.”

Isabella replied, “Yeah, that’s probably what she’s going to assume…and that sucks…but the only other option would be for me to tell her that I took you.  And if I do that, then I’ll end up getting grounded for a whole month!  Maybe even longer since I just blatantly lied to her like 850 times this morning!”

“But she’ll be even angrier with me!” Michael sputtered. “Do you have any idea how much trouble I’ll be in?”

“Oh come on!” Isabella said, rocking out her hip and resting her free hand on her waist.  “What’s it even mean for something like you to get in trouble?  What the heck is she gonna do to you?  You don’t go anywhere, you don’t do anything.  You already spend basically your whole life in her butt anyway!”

“Isabella, please!  She doesn’t keep me…there all day anymore!  She….we’ve built up trust…she gives me freedom…and I’m going to lose all of that freedom if you do this. Please don’t make me lie to her!”  Michael frantically begged. “Please don’t do this to me!”

“This is not a debate.” Isabella said firmly.  “This is not a discussion.” She raised him up to her face,  “...and I swear to god…if you say ANYTHING…” Isabella’s bright, beautiful face contorted and wrinkled into unpredictable teenage anger, holding him close enough that he could have reached out and touched the braces surrounding her gritting teeth.

“...if you so much as hint to Mom that I took you...if I get grounded and have to miss Jenna’s party next week because of you, I swear you’ll pay.”

He was practically coated in the humidity of her minty breath and squeezed by her fingertips, pawing pathetically at her fingers and yet he still begged.  She was taken aback by his insistence. 

“Isabella, I’m begging you with everything I have!  Just tell her you made a mistake! She’ll understand! She’s kind! She’s forgiving! She’ll be okay with it; I know she will!”

Why does he want to go back to my mom so much? He was a cute young guy; you’d think that if he had to live in a butt, he’d want it to be at least a young, perky butt.  No offense to my mom, but she’s old and not exactly skinny…and her butt is…well…really fat and pale and kinda cellulite-y.

“Just….just take me with you to school…okay?  Like you were going to have Victoria do to me.  It’ll give me a little more time to think of a way to get us out of this.  You can even put me back in Victoria’s socks if you want to.  I’ll go in her socks, your socks, your friends’ socks! I don’t care!   I just need more time to think! That’s all I need! I just need time to come up with a plan…I know that I can do this, I just need time!

Isabella gave Michael’s proposition some serious consideration…for about four seconds.

“Nuh-uh…I can’t do that to Mom.  She’s freaking out trying to find you; I can’t make her wait that long to get you back in her butt.”

Michael had clearly given everything he had. Isabella could tell that with the slump of his shoulders he was starting to miserably accept he wouldn’t be changing her mind.  

“Stop pouting! We tried to prank Victoria and it didn’t work.  Get over it, Michael.  We just have to roll with the punches, okay?”

The teenager watched the naked man in her fingertips begin to cry. 

And then he exploded into a mini-fireball of unabated aggression. “No! You’re making ME take ALL the blame for this and I didn’t even do anything!  This wasn’t my idea!  I was minding my own business in your mom’s underwear drawer! I was doing everything I was supposed to be doing! You’re the one that stole me out of my safe, warm drawer.  You’re the one that stuffed me into your sister’s disgusting fucking socks just to get back at her in a petty, bitchy way.”

Isabella felt an anger stirring inside of her. 

“This is petty, childish garbage!" Michael spat, his voice dripping with unrecognizable defiance that made Isabella’s entire body tense with confusion–and then anger. "All of it! Only some immature, clueless teenager would think this was a good idea! You’re sitting here criticizing Victoria, saying she needs to grow up—what about you? Look what you’re doing! This isn’t fair! This isn’t right! I never asked for any of this!”

“Are you finished?” Those three words sliced through the air, cold and controlled, despite the storm that raged inside her. Her plush lips barely parted, but her jaw was clenched so tightly that it ached. Michael froze, the confidence he’d worn like armor during his outburst suddenly crumbled before her icy glare. 

She watched as the realization hit him, the regret flooding his eyes, but that wasn’t enough to stop the fire brewing within her. It only fueled it. She could have left him trembling with just those three words—but she wanted him to feel it. To feel her fury. His defiance leaked from him now under her angry gaze, slow and pathetic, like air hissing from a punctured tire, and Isabella wasn’t about to let him off that easy.

"Are. You. Finished?" she asked again through clenched teeth, her voice low and threatening, and he obeyed, his feeble head bobbing like a coward.

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