RR Nina Beckett - Chapter 4

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Reduction & Relocation: Nina Beckett

Chapter 4 - You Never Forget Your First Compression

[January 27th, 2010]

“Help me!” David shrieked.  He wasn’t sure if she heard him, but just as Rose was beginning to lower the scanning device toward his seat, her eyes squinted in his direction and then widened.  

She saw him!

“Umm…..Dr. Bexley?  Dr. Walker?” Rose said with confusion and hesitancy in her voice.  

She stood up and turned away from David, leaving him on the seat in the perimeter enclosure and abruptly left the enclosure space. In her abrupt movement during this urgent situation, Rose’s lab coat had flipped up in the back, exposing to David once again the captivating view of her tight gray slacks, snugly hugging Rose’s derriere which was now mind-bendingly massive to little David.  She returned with the two doctors and now there were three huge, feminine faces staring down at him. 

And just like that, it was as if David felt the cute intern’s fingers on his stiff cock again…and it didn’t matter that her fingers were too large even for his own body, let alone his tiny little prick. Why was he such a slave to these feelings?  He was in serious danger, this much he knew…and yet all he could do was stare up in wonder at the subtle jiggle of Rose’s massive glutes, wondering what it would be like to sink under those slacks and hunt for that tattoo she’d teased earlier. 

David waved his hands wildly, trying to be seen by the towering, powerful women as if he were a castaway on a deserted island.  He sighed in relief when he saw Dr. Bexley’s jaw drop.  Even Dr. Walker, who was usually so stoic and professional, was exhibiting some subtle indications of interest. 

“He’s….visible to the naked eye…” Rose pointed out.  “...that means–”

“--he’s not non-Viable…” Dr. Walker finished.  “At least not by default.”

Dr. Bexley nodded her head, “My goodness, Rose.  He didn’t reduce to the target size of 2 inches…we can clearly see that.”

“But…” Dr. Walker continued, staring down at David with curious fascination, “he also didn’t enter what we call an ‘RRL’.”

“What’s that?” Rose asked.

“It’s a Reduction Runaway Loop. It’s what we think happens to default non-Viables.  We think that they enter into this loop of iterative reduction processes by a fixed percentage of their height.  Basically, they reduce by…say…10% of their height…and then another 10%...and another 10%. The iterative process continues at roughly once every 4-5 seconds.”

“Until what?” Rose asked.

“According to our calculations, the number of iterations greatly exceeds the average male’s natural life expectancy…so for all intents and purposes, their iterative reduction remains constant for the rest of their lives.” Dr. Walker replied.

“Hmm…so clearly he didn’t enter an RRL…otherwise he’d be the size of a quark by now.” Rose said, looking down at David. “How big is he then?”

With little hesitation, Dr. Walker squinted her chocolate brown eyes and replied, “I’d estimate somewhere between 1/16th and 1/32nd of an inch.”

“A successful reduction of that size isn’t possible, Dr. Walker,” Dr. Bexley replied incredulously. 

Dr. Walker nodded in agreement with Dr. Bexley.

“Well…it wasn’t successful though..right?” Rose added quietly, her left arm crossing over her chest as she grabbed her right wrist. “...we had set the reduction target to two inches…and he is over 50 times smaller than that.”

The raven-haired doctor turned away from David to give her full attention to Rose.

“That’s not exactly how we define what a ‘successful reduction’ is,” Dr. Bexley said. “A ‘successful reduction’ is a reduction that results in a stable size..and a subject is said to have achieved their stable size if they maintain it for over one minute. Over that minute, the probability of the subject entering a spontaneous RRL event asymptotically approaches zero. The interesting thing is–”

“--Dr. Bexley is leading research efforts into micro-scale Reduction Therapy and she’s had some good success. One of the more interesting discoveries that came out in the math was that there appeared to be an unattainable range of target reduction size inherent in our technology.”

“What she means..” Dr. Bexley said, “..is that we’ve had success with reducing subjects to the ‘inch-scale’ typical for rear housing.  We’ve also had very recent, mixed success with reducing subjects to the microscopic scale…”

Dr. Walker continued where Dr. Bexley left off, “...but reduction of a subject to sizes larger than micro and smaller than around 1/4 inch was determined to be impossible.” Dr. Walker said, tickling her chin in deep ponderance. 

“Until today, apparently!” Dr. Bexley chirped cheerfully, gently patting Rose on the shoulder.

“Aside from The RTD settings, was there anything that stood out as outside of our normal protocol?” Dr. Bexley asked.

Rose thought for a moment and then she looked down at her hands with wide eyes. “Oh my god…I…I forgot to wash my hands before inspecting David’s body!”

Dr. Bexley replied, “Oh, that’s probably not an influencing factor here.”

“Not so fast, Dr. Bexley.” Dr. Walker said, turning to Rose.  “Was there anything on your hands prior to when you touched David?”

“No, nothing….except…” Rose brought her hands up to her face and smelled them.  “Lotion.”

Dr. Walker immediately pulled out a tiny notebook from her breast pocket.  “You’ll need to tell me the name of it.”

“Do you really think this was caused by a common lotion?” Dr. Bexley asked.

“It’s not common.” Rose blurted. “…my grandparents sent it over here from the Dominican Republic.”

The intern took on a look of combined fear and optimism, “Did this happen to David…because of my lotion?”

“It's certainly possible.” Dr. Walker said, leaning in so close to David that he tumbled backwards onto his back the moment her minty, humid breath washed over him.

“What's more likely is that it was some combination of factors.  We will DEFINITELY need to see your lotion so that we can run some tests though!” Dr. Bexley said with a smile.  

“So, we can still assign him for rear housing?”

‘What….the fuck….is rear housing?’ David thought in bewilderment, continuing to stare up at the towering women.  

He’d given up on shouting, considering his voice was nowhere near loud enough to be heard.

“Oh, no absolutely not.” Dr. Walker said reflexively.  “It’s great news for the reduction tech that we were able to achieve such a small successful reduction in this previously unexplored size range…however, he is far too small for rear housing.”

The intern started pouting.  “I’m sorry.” 

David was frantically looking back and forth at the women standing so far above him, acting as if he wasn’t even there. 

Dr. Walker smiled, setting a hand on Rose’s shoulder. “Rose.  You do not need to apologize.  Truly.”

“It was a stupid mistake. I shouldn’t have inspected him without washing my hands first..  I was hired to help with the reduction tech, not to ruin it.  And not only is it going to be down for repair, but I wasted a subject. I probably shouldn’t even be here; I’m just making things worse.”

“I won’t hear you be so critical of yourself anymore.  It's unbecoming of you.” Dr. Walker said matter of factly. “We didn’t hire you just to maintain the RTD.  We hired you because you’re an impressive young woman with a bright future.  We’ve got BIG plans for you, Rose Torres.  I will not let you badmouth yourself.”

“We’re going to find the positive in this. I know we will.” Dr. Bexley said optimistically as she pressed a button on the behemoth equipment. 

The walls that surrounded David began to drop and Rose was back in the plexiglass enclosure with him.

David’s eyes widened as Rose bent at the waist to pick up the nV-kit contents that she’d set down earlier.  Her professional, gray pants stretched tight over her splayed ass and if that wasn’t enough to humble little David, Rose began to lose her balance.  It all happened in slow motion for David, but in reality it was only a few moments.  Rose fell back against the chair that David had been sitting on as a full-sized man not more than a few minutes ago.  It was the same chair that he cowered upon as a 1/32” man.  And now, an ass that may as well have been the size of several football fields was now crashing down toward him at full speed, and the collision was catastrophic for poor David.  

If he’d have been lucky, he might have been positioned somewhere toward the center of the seat where Rose’s cheeks met but David was often passed over by luck and if what had happened so far wasn’t a clear indication, that massive gray, tightly woven, spherical asteroid of an ass cheek sure was. If there was one silver lining to be found, the back of her lab coat had remained fluttered and curled up.  David was about to find out just how soft Rose’s slacks actually were…and that fleshy cheek underneath. He wondered how it would feel against the back of his hand…the tight grip of his fingers…maybe even grazing his cheek.  

He didn’t think he’d be feeling it like this…but life is full of surprises.

David braced himself best he could as the looming shadow of booty over his entire world grew larger and darker until Rose Torres’s full weight abruptly slammed down atop the firm, unforgiving seat…

…and little David took all of it.

** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** *

She’d done her best to try and maintain her balance, but the heel of Rose’s Converse sneaker had struck the back of the reduction chair as she stepped backward.  She considered for a brief second trying to push herself clear of landing on the chair, but there were a bunch of frightening wires and equipment staged immediately next to the chair.  Had she landed on those, who knows how hurt she might have gotten or worse..how much longer The RTD might be down? 

The intern already felt terrible about touching David’s abrasion with the lotion on her hands and her error in setting up The RTD. She wasn’t about to make things worse by trying to grab onto anything for balance and risk breaking something.

So…in that split-second decision, Rose did the thing that made the most sense and would have the least impact on RR Labs: she allowed her full weight to collapse backward and onto the seat of the chair where David was standing.

She landed with a forceful thwump that caused her thighs, flat but soft belly, and modest breasts to all bounce.  Rose’s eyes widened in the wake of her unbalanced fall, and she could see in the face of her mentors…her heroes…that they were quite caught off guard.  

That was the problem with Rose: no one was a harder worker or more dedicated to learning, self-improvement, and going the extra mile…but when something happened that affected her confidence, even something as apparently miniscule as Doctors Walker and Bexley both claimed the mistake was, Rose would enter a feedback loop of nervousness and clumsiness, both figurative and literal.  

“Oh, shoot!” Rose exclaimed, looking over her shoulder at her hips pressing firmly into the reduction seat.  She was blushing profusely…not only from the thought of her idols losing respect for her, but also a bit at the thought of something as small as David under something so big. Was her butt big?  Not really…but size is relative, and even the smallest butt was huge to something as tiny as David. 

‘Poor thing didn’t stand a chance.’ Rose thought.

“Are you okay, Rose?” Dr. Walker asked.

“I’m okay…my pride is just bruised a little…” Rose hid her blushing face with her hands as she continued to sit in the chair, afraid to get up.  

“I’m guessing that I probably…” Rose trailed off, looking over her shoulder once more at her bottom planted firmly in the seat.  There was no way that something so little could have possibly survived such an impact by such a large object, and Rose’s mentors seemed to silently agree.

“No worries, dear.” Dr. Walker said. “I’m sure you recall what the nV disposal protocol calls for, and what a great opportunity to practice what you’ve learned.  We have our protocols for non-Viable disposal but at the end of the day, whether he was disposed of now or later holds little significance…as long as we don’t make a habit of it!  And honestly, any staining is going to be insignificant if noticeable at all.  The only impact may be a pair of dress pants that need cleaning!”

Rose smiled and stood up, turning around so that Dr. Bexley and Dr. Walker could assess the mess on her rear. The moment her backside broke contact with the seat, she could hear the faintest tickle of a continuous squeak in her ears.  Did the doctors hear that too? It was quiet but easily noticeable if you paid close enough attention to it…like the gentle white noise of static from a radio or television.

She was sure that it would be quite small considering David’s size, but also quite noticeable due to how perfectly white she’d kept her lab coat. 

Rose then heard something she wasn’t expecting.  She heard Dr. Bexley gasp.  She started to turn around, but she felt Dr. Walker’s hands firmly set into her waist and held her steady where she stood.  The two doctors then dropped down to a squat, getting eye level with Rose’s ass.  

“Oh my goodness…”

Rose had followed Dr. Katie Walker’s career for years now..since she herself was a little girl.  She’d listened to countless keynote speeches and lectures while exercising, while driving, and even using the soothing tone of the enigmatic young doctor’s voice to fall asleep.  In all that time of listening, never had she heard such fascination and shock in her voice.

“This is…unbelievable…”

Rose’s heart was fluttering within her chest. Above all else, she was worried that she was in trouble as she left the plexiglass enclosure of the reduction chamber and walked toward the stainless steel tabletop near the entrance.  She felt a little bit like a high-risk prisoner with the two doctors on either side of her, although she had the sense to understand that feeling was a little dramatic.  She knew she wasn’t in THAT much trouble.

“Go ahead and remove the lab coat…carefully.” Dr. Bexley said.  As the raven-haired doctor spoke, Rose felt hands gently grabbing her fluttered lab coat, preventing the back from falling down over the exposed seat of her gray pants.  

“...really?” Rose responded in disbelief. Dr. Walker was always a huge stickler for wearing lab coats whenever in the lab, and despite her affinity for Dr. Bexley, Rose instinctively looked over toward Dr. Walker for approval.  

Much to Rose’s shock, Dr. Walker nodded her head. They really didn’t want anything touching her rear.

Rose unbuttoned the five buttons on her pristine white lab coat and shook her shoulders out, feeling feminine fingers at the back of her neck ready to catch the coat.  

Rose looked over her shoulder at her rear, setting her hand upon her hip to properly twist her upper half in a way that only a truly flexible woman could. She’d done this plenty of times before dates; what girl didn’t take a quick peek just to get an idea of what the guy would be seeing?  This time it was different.  She wasn’t checking out her own ass, she was looking for something on it.  She expected to see….well..what any girl would expect to see after sitting on something tiny, vulnerable, and squishy. It’d surely be just like the time in her freshman year of high school when sat on a ketchup packet during lunch and her mother had to bring her a new pair of jeans to finish the school day.  This wouldn’t be nearly as messy considering how small he was…but the level of embarrassment was nearly the same.

But that’s not at all what was there.

“There’s no way he could have…” Rose trailed off and blinked several times, unable to believe her own eyes. She tripped over her words worse than her job interview with RR Labs, and despite her intelligence and technological prowess, Rose was a terrible interviewer! 

“I…sat on him.  I sat on him hard.” 

No one could have called Rose a ‘heavy’ woman.  Like her siblings, Rose inherited her slender figure from her mother who was a professional ballet dancer.  But body types are all relative.  Growing up within the walls of the Torres home, Rose stood out with a slightly more substantial build, wider hips, and larger breasts.  Most of all, as her mom put it, Rose was ‘blessed with a big fanny’. Her three sisters Regina, Rebecca, and Ramona bestowed upon Rose their youngest sister the nickname ‘Baby Thicc’ which felt more like insults from jealous girls when she was younger but eventually morphed with the assistance of some inside jokes into a term of endearment.

Why was Rose thinking about this? Because she had been convinced that her butt was responsible for snuffing the life out of the bright-eyed, oblivious boy with whom she’d been speaking casually not more than a half hour ago!  But now...the intrigue and interest in her idols’ eyes…

Neither of them, especially Dr. Walker, ever got this interested in nV’s…let alone destroyed nV’s. Was it really possible that he somehow could have survived what just happened?  That the entire weight of her ass wasn’t enough to pop him like the world’s smallest grape?

“David…can you hear me?  Are you okay?” Dr. Bexley spoke toward the lower portion of Rose’s splayed lab coat.  

Dr. Bexley leaned in closer to Rose’s backside, turning her head and pushing some of her raven-black hair from her ear.  She closed her eyes and Rose could feel the doctor’s ear grazing the curvature of her left cheek.  She was right up against the tiny little speck adhered to Rose’s curvy rump.

“He’s coherent and conscious.” Dr. Bexley said.

“And seemingly unharmed…” Dr. Walker asked in fascination, to which the raven-haired doctor nodded with a smile.

Rose watched as the two doctors hugged each other tightly, and then both took turns praising Rose and affectionately squeezing her shoulder.  

“We did it, Katie!” Dr. Bexley chirped cheerfully.

“Technically, Rose is the one who did it.” Dr. Walker replied with a big smile.

“What did I do?” Rose asked in confusion, still staring down at the tiny little speck adhered firmly to her left glute.  Even with perfect 20/20 vision, Rose could only barely make out the struggling of little David, forced with such alien pressure into her tremendously large but soft glute that he was actually adhered.

Leaving David still adhered to her lab coat, Rose turned her rear away from the doctors and stood to face them.

“Whether it was the lotion, the atypical settings in The RTD, or some combination of both, it resulted not only in achieving a successful restoration to 1/32”, but it seems to have also imparted on the reduction target a state of indestructibility.” 

“Indestructible?” Rose repeated in disbelief.  With two fingers on her left hand, Rose lifted her already gravity, defying glute, angling the compressed flesh up so that she could better look at the tiny man, completely unharmed, stuck to it.

After what felt like an eternity, the incredible pressure imparted on him by the full and unapologetic sitting weight of Rose Torres, David somehow managed to pull his face out of the fleshy meat of Rose’s left ass cheek.  The rest of him, however, remained stuck to the dense gray cushion like a bug on a car windshield.  As far as he could tell, he was completely unharmed.  The pain, however, was unlike anything he’d ever experienced but at least it was starting to fade. He turned his head, resting his miniscule, near microscopic cheek against the fleshy glute to which he was stuck and looked to Dr. Bexley.  She looked marvelous and the concern on her face gave David hope.  She was looking at him, right?  It was so hard to tell, considering how diminutive he was. He opened his mouth to speak…to shout to her.

“Heh-uhghhhhh” 

It wasn’t until he tried speaking that he realized his lungs were fully deflated and compressed.  His body, despite being intact and whole, had been so severely flattened under the full and oppressive weight of Rose’s hefty rump that he couldn’t even take a breath.  How was he even still alive? Especially if he couldn’t breathe? 

Oblivious entirely to David’s suffering, Dr. Bexley unbuttoned her lab coat just enough to expose a hint of cleavage. It was more than enough to make poor David’s eyes bulge out of his head.  The irony was not lost on him that the busty doctor was either trying to cool herself down or alleviate her building stress..and in doing so she was heating David up and stressing him further beyond belief. 

Even when trying to understand the existential crisis he was facing, David couldn’t convince himself to stop obsessively wondering just how much bigger one of those swollen breasts was than him…it made him dizzy to try and comprehend. And then a droplet of sweat–appearing out of nowhere–began a tumultuous journey down the raven-haired beauty’s neckline.  David’s eyes remained glued to the tiny droplet which, in reality, was likely the size of a school bus to him…maybe even larger.  The bead of sweat descended her decolletage, a doomed planet sucked into the gravitational force of the two large, fleshy masses packed under her white lab coat.  

The droplet became smaller as it snaked its way down, erratically changing direction as it navigated the near-perfect landscape of her skin.  It was getting smaller…leaving much of itself behind in the form of a glistening trail..and then it plunged into the curve of her breasts, disappearing into the warm, inviting depths of her cleavage.  The mere thought of joining that droplet for what would certainly be a final ride sent shivers of anticipation down his spine. His body was gradually inflating in the open air against Rose’s ass cheek.

…and some parts of him were inflating quicker than others.

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