RR Mayumi Okamoto - Chapter 23

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Reduction & Relocation - Mayumi Okamoto

Chapter 23 - The Elevator

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Back in the hallway, Jaime absorbed the sights around him.  The hotel looked ready to fall apart from the disastrous effect of the lucky man railing Mayumi from behind. The sway of her tits created all this, he was sure, but judging from the eerie silence, he’d long since shot his load and Mayumi’s tits were finally at rest.

This was his chance to escape.

Each step echoed off the bare, stained, and cracking walls of the hotel corridor as he darted past rooms devoid of doors, hollow openings created by the jiggling and destructive breasts;; they gaped like hungry maws awaiting their next victim, begging him to enter. 

“Don’t look in…don’t look in…” Jaime chanted to himself. 

Try as he might, of course Jaime couldn’t resist registering what his peripherals were picking up. Behind every doorless threshold was another nightmare more horrifying than the last…and it was as if every room was the stage for a play centered on the concept of emasculating men and empowering big-breasted women.

With every door he passed, Jaime felt that his steps seemed to cover less ground.  His sneakers grew loose on his feet, sliding back and forth along his loosening socks.  They felt like anchors dragging him down and caused his already clumsy gait to become dangerous.  After passing a room where a giggling woman seated at a bar-countertop, repeatedly lifted and dropped her enormous bare breast atop a 1-inch tall man, Jaime realized his shoes were now several sizes too large. They no longer fit him at all and he completely ran clear out of them.  

Struggling to maintain his dignity, Jaime’s hands desperately clutched at the waistband of his pants, which threatened to betray him with every faltering step. But the fabric became more and more challenging to control, slipping through his trembling fingers until it dropped around his ankles. As he tore down the corridor, the once-loose trousers trailed behind him like a tattered flag symbolizing his defeat

By the time Jaime reached the corridor's end, he was stripped bare, exposed to the harsh scrutiny of the world around him. Humiliation burned in his cheeks as he stood, diminished in stature and stature, his nakedness bared for all to see. No longer towering over the world, but reduced to a mere fraction of his former self, he stood barely taller than the door knobs that mocked him with their unyielding presence.

He rounded the corner and had he not been so distracted by the fact he was naked and no taller than 2-3 feet, he might have seen what was in front of him.

But he didn’t. 

Luckily, the massive object ahead of him was not something solid like a vending machine.  Instead, it was a huge, soft mass. Despite yielding warmly against his face, the bouncy nature of the surface forced him to bounce back and fall onto the floor.  

When the stars stopped spinning, he realized he’d run directly face-first into a large bare ass.  The owner of the large bare ass started to turn away from the ice machine and toward the tiny little thing that struck her ass cheek. She held a bucket at her chest and she grinned down at Jaime.  

As Jaime cowered beneath her towering figure, overwhelmingly submissive to her stature, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emasculation. With each bounce of her tight blonde curls, she seemed to revel in his plight, accepting her unspoken status over him as her laughter rang like a cruel symphony in his ears.

Feeling utterly exposed, Jaime struggled to maintain his composure as the woman's hand brushed against the curvaceous roundness of her buttock, a buttock his face had just inadvertently collided with. Heat rose to his cheeks as her touch lingered, the sensation of her flesh against his skin permanently imprinted in his mind, sending shivers down his spine.

"Oh, was that you, little munchkin?" she teased, her words dripping with sweetness but her tone laced with mock innocence. "Did you run into me just now?" 

With an arrogant smirk, the woman regarded him with a mixture of amusement and pity, as if he were nothing more than a curious oddity to be observed and discarded. "You are so freaking adorable!" she exclaimed, her laughter echoing off the walls of the corridor like a chorus of taunting angels.

She looked younger than Jaime by a few years, but she towered over him…just like every woman did these days. She was so excited to see him that she dropped the bucket, cubes of ice exploding out of the top around her bare feet. 

Jaime’s view of the blonde’s chest was no longer obstructed by the bucket, and the sight caused Jaime to gasp.  Her stiff pink nipples practically pointed straight up as the attached flesh seemed to defy gravity.  Her breasts were perky, pale, and covered in cum.  

"My boyfriend needed a little break from my girls here…they kinda overwhelmed him, you could say," she explained, her tone casual as if discussing the weather, "so I came out here to get some ice. But I think you'd be a perfect little toy for Round 2!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with amusement. It was as if she were discussing a game, with Jaime unwittingly cast as a toy to be used in their depraved, perverted playtime.

Horrified, Jaime scrambled to his feet and ran away from the towering goddess covered in cum.

With every fiber of his being screaming for escape, Jaime darted down the hallway.  He spotted the exit sign with the pale blue lighting and knew it was his salvation.  His breath ragged in his ears as he raced down the corridor. But much to his horror, he soon realized that the busty woman from the ice machine wasn't about to let him slip through her fingers so easily.

As Jaime's footsteps echoed off the fractured walls, he could hear the unmistakable sound of pursuit, the heavy bare thuds of the woman's footsteps reverberating through the air with orders of magnitude more force than his own. With a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, Jaime pushed himself to his limits, his muscles straining with the effort of every desperate stride. But no matter how fast he ran, he could feel her inevitable advance, her presence looming ever closer with each passing moment. 

He could smell her perfume.

He could smell her sweat.

He could smell the cum.

And then, just as Jaime felt his resolve beginning to falter, he rounded another corner, his heart leaping with a flicker of hope as he secured a precious sliver of distance between himself and the blonde behemoth hot on his heels. Another blue exit sign! And what looked like a staircase underneath that beautiful sign!

But even as he ran, he knew that his respite would be short-lived, that the woman's pursuit was relentless.  Her heavy footsteps sent already crackled plaster collapsing down the walls as she cheerfully explained in detail all the depraved things that she was going to do to Jaime back in her hotel room.

As Jaime's lungs burned with exertion and his tiny legs threatened to give out beneath him.  The massive woman on his tail stopped for a moment to complain about the heavy and violent swinging of her breasts.  He’d gained some ground on her!  But could he make it to the stairs before being scooped up by this lust-ridden woman?

Finally, he reached the doorway to the stairs that would take him to the ground floor, but where the doorknob should have been, there was nothing but a flat disk-like plate. Jaime frantically pawed at it like a puppy frantic for a treat but the door didn’t budge.  There was a sheet of paper taped over the glass far above his reach but within his ability to read.

The paper read:

STAIRS ARE TEMPORARILY OUT OF ORDER.  PLEASE USE THE ELEVATOR.  SORRY FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.

-RR EXPRESS HOTEL

The thumping footsteps behind him grew louder…he didn’t dare look over his shoulder and face the reality of his impending future in the possession of this carnal woman. Frantic for a way out, Jaime continued running beyond the stairs and toward the neighboring elevator.  His curiosity got the better of him and he peered over his shoulder. The hard-earned ground he’d achieved was evaporating before his eyes. The blonde was still chasing him, flaming hearts in her eyes.  Even her hands cupped over her enormous, cum-covered tits did little to stop the jiggling and violent bouncing.  He had just enough of a lead on her to make it, he thought.  This was his only chance to escape her.

It would be close.

Jaime looked to his left at the giant elevator doors. He reached up and frantically pressed the button, summoning the elevator which was luckily already there waiting for him.  Had it not already been there, he surely would have been scooped up by this crazy blonde and dragged back to her room of sexual horror.  

He wasn’t in the clear yet though. The doors opened immediately and he entered the empty metal box. He quickly pressed the button that would shut the doors and after that, there was nothing left to do.  He was so small now…too small to resist her will in any capacity.  All he could do was tremble and watch as she got closer, hoping that fate would let him win…just this once. Her jiggling breasts bounced as excitedly as her expression, each wide stride bringing her closer to a cornered, terrified Jaime.

The movement of the metal elevator doors was agonizingly sluggish. Jaime's pulse thundered in his ears, a primal rhythm of fear coursing through his veins. He felt the suffocating weight of inevitability closing in around him, and Jaime tried coming to grips with the fact that this crazy blonde, big-breasted psycho was going to make it into the elevator.  The doors would shut behind her and he’d be done; trapped in this confined space with a smitten predator.

His eyes darted between the doors and the blonde, flesh jiggling and hair fluttering under the flickering dim light; she was only a few steps away now. In that fleeting moment, he glimpsed the hunger in her piercing blue eyes clearer than ever, a lustful hunger that promised only his unraveling. Time slowed to a crawl and he lived a lifetime in that moment as her hands slid in toward the closing doors.

She was so, so close.  But she was just a little too slow. Jaime watched her crystal blue eyes turn from carnal drive to lustful disappointment as the doors shut. Her glittery fingernails dug into the metal as she tried to pry the doors open but unlike Jaime, those doors were plenty strong enough to resist the bimbo’s will.

Jaime could hear her slippery breasts sliding against the other side of the doors and then heavy, frustrated footsteps getting further away. He waited until the sound was gone before letting out a huge sigh and soon after, the elevator began to climb.  For the first time, Jaime was by himself and able to take inventory on himself.  He was naked, having left all of his clothing in a comical trail of breadcrumbs out in the hallway.  The floor was quite cold on his bare feet, but from within the chilly, sterile privacy of this elevator, Jaime felt oddly safe..at least as close to safe as he could be.  That wasn’t the only good news:  as he ascended further up in the elevator, he could feel himself growing.  His height was returning!  

The elevator showed no sign of slowing down and as it continued its ascent, Jaime grew closer to his normal size. For the first time since entering the small square box, his gaze drifted toward the illuminated panel of buttons. He’d entered in such a flustered hurry that he hadn’t spared a moment to register where exactly the elevator was taking him as long as it was away from the big-breasted psycho.  

Within the sleek, rectangular panel, Jaime would have expected to see a series of buttons allowing travel to the several dozen hotel floors.  Instead, he only saw two buttons–one on top of the other.

The buttons themselves were polished and hockey-puck shaped. Jaime read the tattered label next to the top button–the one he’d frantically mashed when entering the elevator.  

Just one word was printed on the top button: “DREAMS”

The matching button below had a similar label, although this label looked brand new–as if it had just been applied.

The label next to the bottom button: “REALITY”

Further up and way out of reach was a glass disk.  It looked similar to a clock but there were lots of numbers and only one dial.  Jaime’s best guess was that it should have indicated the floor number. But that couldn’t have been its function.  The indicator read a number in the thousands and it was continuing to climb!

Suddenly, the rhythmic ticking of the indicator over his head began to slow and the elevator motors creeped to a halt. The elevator stopped–and then it gently shook as if someone had entered…but no one was there.  The doors didn’t even open. 

But something was different in that tiny square elevator box.  

The two elevator buttons were now lit up, illuminating an eye-catching lavender that matched those confusing exit signs earlier.  He stared down at them, understanding that he needed to make a choice.   

Which button should he press? Would he continue his journey up to where the DREAM button was taking him?

Jaime thought back to the burned image in his mind: a nude, disheveled, sweaty Mayumi–hair disheveled and body glistening–getting her ridiculously swollen, fat tits fucked into oblivion.. The dreams he’d experienced up to this point were horrendous but in all honesty, how different were they from his reality?  

His reality, thanks to the women of RR Labs, was constant and humiliating compression within the confines of the unforgiving lattice structure of fat cells in the Japanese teenager’s left breast.  A shaking finger extended out toward the buttons. Jaime’s fingertip circled the button labeled DREAM.  

Wouldn’t it be easier?  To just leave reality? To never look back?

Jaime’s finger had just started to apply pressure to the button when a soft, feminine hand entered his peripheral.  It moved with speed and grace, the dainty fingers opening like a blossoming flower to gently grab Jiame’s wrist. Jaime turned, coming face to face with none other than Mayumi Okomoto herself. 

He had no idea how she’d gotten into the elevator with him; for all he knew, she could have been there all along.  But regardless of how she got in there, Jaime found himself indescribably happy that she was there.  She was looking up at him, directly into his eyes! She saw him! She was aware that he existed!

The smiling Japanese teen wore the same flowery pink-and-white dress she’d been wearing that day in the RR Labs waiting room…days before he’d been injected into that enormous left breast.  

She wasn’t out of breath. She didn’t smell like sex.  Her hair was flawless, her makeup was perfect, and her remarkably huge tits were barely contained by her struggling top. They were on full display but they weren’t splattered with cum or glistening with sweat. Her perfume created a protective bubble around the two of them, and the elegantly light and soft fruity fragrance made him shiver.  It was strange, but standing here in the presence of this short, petite asian girl made him feel safer than he’d ever felt since starting this strange journey.

Mayumi smiled up at Jaime.  He waited for her to speak…to break the silence.  But she didn’t. Instead, she reached for the panel of buttons and swiftly pressed the one labeled REALITY. 

The dial in the glass disk over their heads slowly began to rotate counter clockwise as they descended. 

She looked so beautiful, and her smile made him feel warm, but then he noticed that her huge breasts were getting closer to him.  Not closer ‘horizontally’....closer ‘vertically’. 

He had been easily a full head-and-a-half taller than the Japanese teen when he first noticed her.  But as they descended toward REALITY, things were changing. Going back to the way they were.

Once entranced by her innocent, adorable smile, Jaime’s eye-level spectacle became the generous swell of her breasts barely contained by her pink-and-white sundress.  He now had to crane his neck just to look up at her face.  She wore the same innocent, adorable smile as she watched him get smaller and smaller.

As the elevator slowly picked up downward speed, Mayumi crowded in on Jaime.  She responded to each of his retreating steps with a step in his direction until there was no more room for him to move backward.  It was intimidating as the Japanese teenager was now double his height, but at the same time comforting as she circled her huge arms around him and pulled his naked form into her body, his chest pressing against her flat stomach and his face pressing into her soft bosom.  

He instinctively tested her strength, attempting to pull his face away from the soft swells of her womanly body but a huge hand palmed his head, holding him firmly against the soft flesh of her breasts.

It was all too much for him.  He was so tired of being overwhelmed by life.  Overwhelmed by women.  Overwhelmed by his desires.  And as the elevator continued its descent toward REALITY, Jaime began to cry into her cleavage. He felt that massive hand pressing against the back of his head change grip.  Instead of forcing his face against her tit, the hand now comforted him, stroking the back of his head.  Mayumi rhythmically shushed him as she caressed him, subtly pushing his head just a little bit harder, encouraging his nose to sink deeper into her warm, inviting cleavage.  The flowery fragrance was strongest here, and it smelt so wonderful…so comforting and nice; it made him feel so safe and yet so vulnerable. 

The Goddess was now bending at the waist to sit on the carpeted floor in the corner of the elevator, making sure to keep Jaime’s face nuzzled snug in her cleavage the whole way down.  As he settled onto her bare crossed legs, Jaime found himself enveloped in a world of familiar warmth and foreign comfort, his tears flowing freely as he sought solace in the sanctuary of her overwhelming embrace. 

In her arms, Jaime felt a sense of security he’d never known.  She consoled him much like a mother would comfort a crying child, knowing so much more about the big, scary world than he did, gently cooing and shushing him but allowing him to empty out his emotions into her soft, overflowing chest.

A ripple traveled through Mayumi’s breasts, against Jaime’s face, as the elevator slowed to a halt and rumbled softly.

Ding!

He heard the elevator doors open. There were footsteps–light slapping of flip-flop soles getting closer to him and Mayumi–and a gentle shaking as the weight in the elevator increased.   Immediately, he feared that it was the psycho, sex-crazed woman that chased him earlier.  He tried to pull his head out of Mayumi’s tits but the Japanese Goddess’s hand held him firm. 

“Aww, he’s crying…” Jaime heard a sympathetic voice behind him.  A surge of relief coursed through him as he realized it was not that dreadful woman. And yet…there was something strange about that voice.

Mayumi stroked his hair, sending wave after wave of guilty-pleasure shivers down his spine. “Yes, he’s still learning,” she said to the woman behind Jaime.  “...and he’s very hungry.” 

“I’m…not hungry.” Jaime sniffled, his voice mostly muffled against the bountiful flesh of Mayumi’s bosom.  He was a lot of things right now, but being hungry was not one of them.

Mayumi firmly disagreed.  “Yes, you are.” she whispered down to him.

Jaime felt a strong, sharp pain in his stomach.  

What was that feeling?

"You're starving…" Mayumi's whispered words brushed against Jaime's ears like a delicate caress, sending shivers down his spine. A primal instinct stirred within him, awakening a voracious hunger that consumed his every thought and desire. It was as if her voice had tapped into a dormant craving, igniting a fierce longing that threatened to engulf him whole.

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