RR Mayumi Okamoto - Chapter 15

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Reduction & Relocation - Mayumi Okamoto

Chapter 15 - Waters Uncharted and Love Unrequited

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The rumbling grew louder and more imposing until Jaime was shocked awake and only then did he realize that the horrifying experiences of his busty Jewish landlord and that dreadful ‘Planet Fat’ were nightmares created in his own perverted, depraved mind.  As awareness and lucidity slowly clawed their way back into the forefront of his mind, he groggily looked around, finding himself cocooned in a confusing, foreign environment.

Chilly, gritty wood pressed up against his shoulders, back, bottom, legs, and heels.  His peripheral vision was obstructed by more wood that curved up about 2 feet over his body.  He sat up, feeling grains of gritty, abrasive sand and salt shifting and sliding uncomfortably under his bare skin.  “That’s so strange..” Jaime said out loud, his voice cracking as if it hadn’t been used in a thousand years.  “I don’t remember getting into a wooden boat.”

The white sand was everywhere, caked in varying degrees of density along practically every surface of this small boat.  The sand and salt also found a vehicle in the gusting breeze–a biting chill in the air made worse by the abrasive granules; it seeped through the skin and chilled the bone.

What made matters worse was his attire.  He’d seen plenty of shipwreck and castaway movies where the hopeful hero wore tattered clothing or makeshift loin cloths.  Even those would have clearly been too much to ask for.  Jaime had absolutely no protection from the harsh environmental factors.  He was naked as the day he was born, and if he didn’t know it from observing with his eyes, the painful, stinging abrasions developing along his buttocks, thighs, and back were enough indicators.

The naked boy who was stranded in the middle of nowhere looked out in every direction, and every direction was the same:  a mind-numbing, endless stretch of white.  There was no horizon to speak of, only a wide gradient that graduated from white to a dull blue sky.  Gently rocking…he was in fact moving. More of his senses were waking up!  The endless white landscape couldn’t have been ice or snow, right? It was an ocean…or at least some huge body of water.  It was hard to believe the water beneath him wasn’t frozen, considering the hostile and painful bite of winter against his naked skin.

Jaime rubbed his skin to try and keep warm, but the gritty white sand clung to his fingers and palms like super glue, painfully exfoliating the skin on his shoulders, arms, and legs as he rubbed. He sat there alone, trying to stay warm, and trying to remember how he got here.  Was someone looking for him?  Was someone going to find him?  Was someone going to save him?  He had no idea…but all he could do was hope.  There was no boat engine.  No rows.  Nothing.

The naked boy began investigating the boat for any signs of where he or it came from.  He found nothing except a sharp splinter that pierced his ring finger.  Jaime gasped reflexively and the sand-covered finger shot up to his lips.  That was the moment–when his lips connected with the gritty white sand on his fingers–when everything changed.  It wasn’t gritty white sand that covered his boat.

It was sugar.

His boat was covered in sugar.

He was freezing.  He was starving. He was isolated, and now he was even more confused. However, things were somehow beginning to rearrange in his head. Salt water, unimpressively, is composed mostly of salt and water.  If the “water” in the saltwater were to evaporate, it would leave behind salt.   Had the endless ocean of fluid that supported him entered his small boat and evaporated, leaving behind sugar?  Not if it was salt water, clearly.

Jaime leaned over the edge of the boat and slowly lowered three fingers into the water.  He jolted at the sensation.

It was warm…so incredibly warm.

The same liquid cradling Jaime’s boat dripped off his fingers, thick and white.  It shouldn’t have been possible for his brain to establish the connections it was making, but maybe some other force was nudging him along. He couldn’t explain how he knew, but Jaime understood fully that it was this very liquid that had entered his boat while he was unconscious and evaporated, however long ago when the sun was warmer and brighter.  It left behind the sugar that he’d accidentally tasted.

17 grams of sugar per cup, as a matter of fact.

‘…Wait…How did I know that? Where did that come from?’

Jaime didn’t know how long it had been since he’d eaten, but the sugary fluid clinging to his fingers reminded him that it had been far too long.  It created a hunger in him but more devastatingly, it was assimilating into his mind’s network, flashing and instilling in him an irrefutable, other-worldly knowledge.  The fluid on his fingertips…around his boat, expanding out as far as the eye could see.

It was breast milk. An ocean of warm breast milk.

Jaime had felt himself change the moment that he dipped those three fingers into the milk, and the knowledge of his internal transformation was prompting a further departure from his core identity.  He thought things he’d never thought before and felt things he’d never felt.  As uncomfortably pleasing and soothing as these revelations were, there was still something inside of him that fought. Perhaps it was some primal and, up until now, vestigial sense that screamed at him to resist the enlightenment that this milk had bestowed on him.  The milk warmed him, it comforted him…his fingers, anyway.  He wanted more but the primal screaming kept his eyes wide, his vision clear, and his logic in place.

He shook the milk from his fingers, watching with a noisy stomach as the droplets rippled out in the thick cream, and hugged his knees in the center of the ship. His mind obsessively returned to the creamy white right outside of the boat but the primal screaming corrected him.  The plan that made sense was to wait for help…and so that’s what he did–curled up in a shivering, hungry, thirsty heap.  Amongst the screaming in his mind, there appeared a faint but growing whisper. It was a presence only just now detected and yet it felt ancient. The whisper, newer in his mind than the screaming but so, so much older in seniority, was getting louder. Jaime got the distinct impression that the whisper had always been there and he was only just now noticing it.  Soon the whisper was louder than the screaming.

It spoke in a single calm, soothing, disarming voice that he did not recognize…but soon others joined in.  Among the voices he did not know were voices he clearly recognized.  Their speech overlapped and combined into incomprehensible noise but at moments, other voices came through loud enough to understand.

“Drink it!” He heard a familiar, motherly voice sternly instruct. Jaime shook his head violently left and right, rebelling against the voice in his mind.  More incomprehensible noise joined the chatter; they all had different ideas about what Jaime could have done better when he was younger–actions he could take to improve his future.  Mostly, they spoke of the decisions he should make right now. Then, in perfect, eerie unison, the dozens of feminine voices all whispered one clear message.

They commanded him to look up.

No longer was the sky a bluish-white blur.  He was staring up at a curved night ceiling of brilliant stars.  Jaime stared in awe at swirling celestial bodies, creating new constellations and dismantling old ones before his very eyes.  It was a show made just for him!  He watched for hours as the whispers comforted him and sang to him.  As the whispers warmed his heart and his skin, the screaming was now so far away he could barely hear it.

It felt so good to ignore it.

Hundreds of stars shifted position in the sky above him, moving in random, jagged trajectories.  The larger picture though, was that they were forming something…a swirling globular shape…and what it formed was unmistakable.  The brilliant stars shifted to form a massive, orb-like breast.  It was only missing one thing–the most important thing.  Before Jaime could verbalize to himself and the voices what it was, his hair was literally blown back.  There was a brilliant flash of light at the breast’s center, and when his mortal, human eyes recovered from the flash, he saw something at the center of the breast.

It was a beautiful mixture of red, blue, and white…but the strongest color of all was purple.  Spirals of cosmic energies swirling in harmonious chaos.  Jaime had just witnessed the birth of a new galaxy. It had so much potential, and it was positioned so perfectly.  He could feel life developing, time moving much quicker for the breast’s galaxy than it did for him in his rickety boat.  He sensed life developing and blossoming within the blink of an eye. Each brushstroke in the cosmic portrait radiated promise and possibility. Jaime felt a connection to this new galaxy as he stared longingly, wondering if anyone there was staring back at him.  Was this galaxy truly the nipple of a Goddess’s breast?  What did that say about his galaxy?

Jaime looked down from the endless universe and into the endless ocean of breast milk.  He plunged half of his arm into the fluid. Immediately, he felt information and love flowing into his mind and heart.  As the milk dripped off his forearm and hand onto the wooden planks at his feet, he knew that there was so much more than just the breast in the sky.   There was so much more of her to appreciate and respect, but the breast was all that he could see…it was all that She would let him see…and that was perfectly okay.  Jaime saw what She wanted him to see, and he heard what She wanted him to hear.  He heard Her voice. It was youthful yet wise, bubbly and profound–it gave him very clear instruction.

She told him to join Her, and he instantly knew how.

The tiny, empty boat rocked violently for a few moments but eventually stabilized, alone and unoccupied on the endless horizon of warm breast milk.  Its naked occupant had leapt over the side, the splash of milk gradually calming over time until the surface was completely still.

Jaime sank swiftly, for the first time feeling complete and utter warmth encircling his body in what felt like millenia.  He felt no urge to return to the surface that he knew was getting further and further away.  He felt no hunger.  He felt no urge to breathe.  He felt no pain.  He felt no shame.

His masculinity and ego was obliterated.  His desire to achieve and improve was gone.  He felt only a hint of regret…regret that he hadn’t done this sooner.  All that wasted time sleeping in the boat!  All that wasted time cowering like a scared child while surrounded by his salvation. He hoped She would forgive him.

His purpose had been reformatted. He drifted further from the stars and The Great Big Breast in the sky, but the whispers in his heart and soul told him he was getting closer to what truly mattered.

Closer to Her.

He opened his eyes and could see clearly. He smiled and opened his mouth.  As his throat relaxed it allowed the warm, sugary milk to rush inside of him and into his empty stomach.

* * * * * * * * * *

It started off as a dull, barely noticeable ring of light down at his feet.  Even as dull and ambiguous as it was, alarm bells were ringing in his head.  With no other option, Jaime had been forced to recalibrate his own personal concept of “normal”.

He felt the warm, translucent liquid that surrounded his body start to move.  It wasn’t just jostling like it usually did, it was rushing…it was flowing.  It was flowing toward a dim, distant light.  The light was getting brighter…it was getting sharper.  It was getting closer to him…or he was getting closer to it.

“He’s coming!”

The voice was raw power and strength.  It was all around him.  Bassy yet feminine.  Excited.

He was flowing faster toward the light. Jaime grew uncomfortable with the speed and the voice that surrounded him.  He tried to resist the acceleration but there was nothing he could do to stop it.  Nothing he could do to stop himself.

The light continued to intensify as his surroundings jostled and shook.  The ring of light took up more space in his field of view, slowly bullying out the darkness he’d grown to prefer.  The temperature was dropping and the darkness existed only in the far reaches of his peripheral vision.  Jaime had somehow been re-oriented such that the light was not down at his feet but over his head.  Was it up? Was it down?  Jaime had no way of knowing; all he knew was that he was soaring toward it…it consumed his peripherals and then it consumed him.  It was now all around him…behind him…he bathed in blinding white light.

The mere droplet of warm fluid that contained him was quickly conforming to the freezing cold air that surrounded it.  Jaime could see colors but not much more, everything was oh so very blurry.  Most of his vision was picking up white, but there were mixes of beautiful and vibrant reds, blues, greens, and yellows.

His vision adjusted as he quickly re-learned how to accept so much information with his eyes. Him and his lone droplet were suspended in the sky of an enormous exam room, and around him were gigantic fingers clad in aqua-blue rubber.

It slowly dawned on Jaime that the aqua blue rubber encased a female hand.  And it was holding a microscope slide. He was on that slide.

Directly over Jaime’s head was the doorway he’d taken to enter this enormous, cold, terrifying world.  It was a long, pink, stiff, dripping nipple.  Attached to the nipple was a planet-sized breast, dizzyingly large beyond comprehension, and its tissue was being compressed..squeezed by another aqua-gloved hand.

“You did great, Mandy.”

Jaime almost had a heart attack, forced to accept the full power of the woman’s voice. She carefully carried the slide containing Jaime and the single droplet of breast milk to a microscope and gently set it on the stage.  The clicking sound of the rotating objective lenses was deafening, but the doctor knew right away that it would take her strongest lens to see the newborn speck immersed in that ocean of a droplet of milk.  The face of the curved glass lens was practically touching Jaime as the doctor peered down through the ocular lens. She turned the adjustment knobs.  To her, it slightly raised the stage platform, but to Jaime it was miles of upward motion in milliseconds.  Jaime knew she was peering down at him through the lens because he could see the woman’s long, brown hair rushing down on either side of the microscope.

“It's a boy!” the doctor proclaimed, removing her eye from the ocular lens to look toward someone outside of Jaime’s view.

Her surgical mask obstructed most of her face, but the wrinkles in her eyes indicated to Jaime three things;

She was young.

She was beautiful.

And she was smiling.

Astonishing brown eyes hid behind thick framed glasses and a stethoscope draped over the shoulders of her unbuttoned doctor’s coat.  Jaime could previously see her cleavage as she peered in but now that she was standing to her supreme and all-powerful height above him, all he could see were the shadows painted on the bottoms of her swollen breasts. She looked almost like a doctor that Jaime recognized from some distant memory, but this doctor had a long streak of purple dye through her thick hair.  The droplet that contained the last of his prison’s warmth, comfort, and security was dispersing and evaporating around him in the dry, sterile environment of this exam room.

Two other women entered his field of view, one of which was topless and therefore he assumed was Mandy.

Her long, flowing blonde hair, adorned with subtle hints of light brown, cascaded down in textured waves, framing her features with an ethereal glow. A cute button nose accentuated her facial charm, adding a touch of innocence to the overall allure.

The bold revelation of her femininity and power was undeniable as her fully exposed, pale breast reflected the ambient light. Centered over that breast was a stiff, glistening pink nipple.

Mandy's choice of attire further accentuated her captivating figure. Wrapped in a tight blouse grateful to surrender the burden of containing both massive breasts simultaneously, every contour and curve of her silhouette was accentuated, leaving very little to the imagination. The pencil skirt she wore pressed tightly against her thick thighs which held strong and firm together.

Another woman sat at Mandy’s side. Unpainted fingernails decorated the hand that looped around Mandy’s narrow waist. This woman was pleasant to look at but appeared more tomboyish and not nearly as dolled up as sweet and gorgeous Mandy.  Her chocolate brown hair hung plainly around chin level and there was no shortage of flyaways. Unlike the blonde on her arm, the woman with the short brown hair was dressed much more conservatively. She chose to wear reasonable jeans and a baggy black sweatshirt.

“Just look at him, Brenda!” Mandy said.

Brenda smirked and rolled her eyes, “He’s too small, Mandy. No one can see him.”

“Oh, you know what I mean!” Mandy giggled. Jaime could see the two of them clearly now.  Did the titanic woman named Brenda just slap Mandy’s ass? Why did it feel like his heart had just cracked?

“Would you like to see him?” The doctor asked.

Mandy’s breasts jiggled as she rushed to the microscope, nearly knocking it over with her hip.

“Careful, sweety!” Brenda chuckled at the blonde’s excitement. “If you knock him off, I don’t think we’ll be ever able to find him again.”

Mandy bent at the waist over the slide atop the stage of the microscope, the tops of her enormous pale breasts coming into contact with her chin as she lowered herself toward the small droplet of breast milk centered over the slide.  She got so close that her eyelashes nearly touched the droplet. Jaime cowered in fear, deep respect, and extreme adoration for the ditzy goddess over top of him.  Her wide eye was an endlessly deep black hole with a breathtaking crystal blue ring. The flecks of brilliant gold and green decorating her iris might have been the most beautiful thing Jaime had ever seen in his life. He could have starred for hours.

It was just her eye and pupil, but to him it was celestial poetry that brought him to his knees. He literally felt wind gush against his protective breast-milk droplet from the movement of her eyelids as she blinked.  He was nothing to her and it made him respect and appreciate her that much more.  He just wanted to be close to her…as close as possible…as close as he’d been before he found himself alone on this microscope slide.

“He is far too small to be seen with your naked eye, Mandy.” The doctor’s tone was polite and professional as she motioned toward the viewing lens of the microscope. “...you will only be able to see him with this.”

Mandy hurried to position her eyes.

She peered down into the lens and Jaime felt confusing emotions of deep, affectionate, uncomfortable love for this blonde bimbo that had just birthed him from her breast. These feelings were in conflict with the persisting humiliation of being ogled.  While Brandy softly cooed and coddled little Jaime through the lens, the other two women were leaning over and staring down at the slide. They were clearly looking at him but completely incapable of resolving his position within the disappeared droplet.

He felt so emasculated…enjoying the fact that these godlike figures were so fascinated by something as pitiful and diminutive as he.  He felt seen…dare he say he felt loved–at least what he knew he’d have to settle for.  Brenda was now looking through the microscope and Jaime was following Mandy’s movements.  Feeling Brenda’s eye on him was different than Mandy’s…instead of love and care, he felt calculation…amusement…he felt dread and uncertainty.  He kept looking back to Mandy…begging the woman who’d birthed him through her boob to save him from these other strange women.  He was enthralled by Mandy.  He felt obsessed with her…and he didn’t even know her. And yet, he’d come to know her so well in the past–

“--5 years sure does fly, huh?” Mandy said with a giggle as she embraced Brenda.

The two women kissed passionately. Jaime felt a pang of overwhelming jealousy and humiliation as  the two goddesses locked lips. Jaime watched miserably as Brenda’s hands cupped the undersides of Mandy’s large ass cheeks. The doctor was now lifting Jaime’s slide off the microscope.  She gathered him and his remaining fluid up into a mostly empty pipette and Jaime screamed from the glass prison. What was going to happen now? Would he get to go home with Mandy?

“Please don’t take me away from her!” Jaime squealed miserably, but none of the gigantic women could hear him.

When the lovers finally stopped kissing, Brenda turned to face the doctor.

“Okay, my turn.”

With that, Brenda lifted her baggy black sweatshirt, revealing a royal blue tank top that was fighting a losing battle against the overwhelming proportions of Brenda’s utterly massive breasts.  How they’d hid so well under that baggy sweatshirt, Jaime would never know, but they were easily twice as large as Mandy’s and saw even less sun. Now Mandy was helping to move the tightly stretched fabric that covered Brenda’s substantial bosom.  The royal blue clung to her curves, strained to its limits until it snapped north of Brenda’s breast, revealing the stiff, pink secret hidden underneath.

Brenda’s nipple was a lighter pink and smaller than Mandy’s but still larger than several football fields to little Jaime.  Mandy played with Brenda’s enormous tit, rolling the hard nipple around in between her fingers as the doctor squirted little Jaime from the pipette onto her aqua-blue gloved fingertip.

The scariest moment of the entire ordeal was that transfer.

The beautiful goddesses were mostly focusing their attention on each other–and Brenda’s tremendous breast, but they watched out of the corner of their eyes as the tiny little droplet containing Jaime danced perilously atop the doctor’s fingertip.  It could so easily have rolled off. The droplet that was his vehicle…his prison…so easily could have rolled right down her fingertip and down the doctor’s deep, dark cleavage.  It could have landed atop her sneaker. It could have hit the dirty, dusty ground.  There was so much peril…so much uncertainty…so much risk he was undertaking at this moment.

Somehow, his droplet remained at the top of the doctor’s finger even as it moved toward the two lover goddesses. The doctor moved her fingertip toward Brenda’s nipple…the one that Mandy was playing with. Mandy’s arm was around Brenda as she leaned in and gave Brenda a light kiss on her freckled cheek.  These women were angels to Jaime.  They were supreme power and lust personified.  They were the controllers of his life and destiny.

Jaime prayed and cried to Mandy as if she were his god…it truly felt to him that she was, and he feared that in the coming five years, a growing, unconditional adoration for Brenda was inevitable.  The bigger-breasted, ‘less bimbo-ey’ brunette would surely become a Goddess to him in all that passing time and closeness as well.

That was fine.  It had to be fine; he had to be okay with it…because what could he possibly do to even slow the inevitable..let alone halt it?

Jaime only prayed that it wouldn’t subtract from his love for this blonde stranger whose breast he called home for five wonderful years.  Jaime hoped that there was enough adoration, respect, devotion, and desire within his insignificant, pathetic frame to spread evenly over both Goddesses. The doctor’s other hand massaged the immense, pillowy flesh of Brenda’s generous left tit as the fingertip that contained Jaime pressed firmly against Brenda’s nipple. Jaime bitterly resisted until the very end…wailing for his golden-haired goddess who was currently lip-locked with his soon-to-be new owner. Upon contact, the suction pulled him in through Brenda’s nipple away from the cold exam room.  He soared in through the brunette’s pore, traveling with purpose and speed through the vast network of milk ducts so full they seemed ready to burst.

Hours later, Jaime would sob in pitiful, woeful anger as Brenda ravaged the body of his Goddess in the privacy of their own home…and her echoing screams of spiritual and fleshly pleasure played over and over in his head. He screamed and cried for Mandy, and as if to simultaneously pleasure and torture him, he could hear her voice along with sporadic sucking and kissing so very close to him. He desired for Mandy to suck on Brenda’s nipple, extracting the milk that surrounded him.  He longed to be ejected from Brenda’s stiff light pink nipple to splatter on Mandy’s wet, warm tongue and pulled down into her stomach.  Anything to be closer to her…

…anything

…but he already felt himself getting further away.  The moaning of the smitten blonde temptress and the rhythmic squealing of bedsprings was growing more distant as Jaime traveled deeper into Brenda’s huge quaking tit, navigating to the deepest network of milk ducts.  He was already starting to feel a growing adoration for Brenda.

The conflict within was truly beginning.

Her huge tits jiggled and bounced violently as Mandy and Brenda fucked, and Jaime had to accept all of it..

Speaking of big bouncing tits and fucking, Jaime was reminded of something else more horrifying…something else that seemed even less possible, but maybe dreams and reality are just opposite sides of the same coin…