RR Mayumi Okamoto - Chapter 21 (Patreon)

Reduction & Relocation - Mayumi Okamoto

Chapter 21 - The Ceremony

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It didn’t seem fair.  Everyone kissed one of Gammy’s rings.  

Both he and the Priestess kissed Priya’s ring.  

Jaime had to kiss the Priestess’s bare foot…and not just her foot, but the bottom of her foot.  

Not that it was something he would have ever asked someone to do, but who was going to kiss the plain ring on Jaime’s finger? Was he really that low on the totem pole?  So low that he was even forced to show respect in the form of foot kisses to the pious and penitent clergy, who didn’t even get to wear shoes??

Perhaps it wasn’t just him…perhaps it was all men. Jaime looked out into the crowd again…not a single man in sight. 

Priya returned to the altar with the Priestess. She held in her left arm a huge book with tattered pages of ancient parchment.  The book pressed against the busty Priestess’s chest and her left breast splayed under its considerable weight.  

“Ladies…in the presence of the heavenly Goddess Karishma, we are gathered here today so that we may bear witness to the ultimate expression of devotion and submission. This pitiful creature yearns to surrender himself wholly and completely to the will of Princess Priya.” As if the content of her speech wasn’t enough, the Priestess’s voice rang out with a commanding authority that made Jaime feel even smaller than he already was, which was no easy feat. “In the presence of Princess Priya’s illustrious sisters and cousins, her servant’s worthiness of loyalty and obedience shall be divinely judged.”

The Priestess's gaze lingered on him for several seconds, her smile a mocking reminder of his lowly status in this matriarchal society. Jaime dared not meet her eyes for long, overwhelmed by the weight of his own meekness and the growing knowledge of his place in the pecking order of this world.

She looked back to Priya.  

“...and we shall not keep the Princess waiting any longer.  Princess Priya, is he ready?” 

Priya nodded excitedly as she began adjusting and maneuvering Jaime’s tiny body in her arms.  The priestess’s fingers danced up Jaime’s short thigh, sending shivers up his spine.  Her elegant digits grasped the rope that wrapped around his waist.  With one light tug, the tiny toga that Gammy had dressed Jaime in earlier unraveled around him.  He cringed as the entire outfit dropped down at Priya’s and the priestess’s feet and Jaime’s heart jumped as Priya readjusted her grip on the miniature naked man, tucking her thumbs in under his armpits. She removed him from his anchored spot at her soft bosom where he’d not realized how comfortable he’d become nestled firmly against her tit.  He could now feel the considerable swell of her chest against his back as she held him under his arms, facing toward Gammy.

“Goddess Karishma, my Dear and Wise Mother…” Priya said, her voice projecting as powerfully as the Priestess, “...sisters and cousins, aunts and nieces.  Friends, honored guests and brilliant travelers from afar…”

Jaime gasped as Priya extended her arms without warning, straight out and up. She locked her arms out at a 45 degree upward, presenting a shivering, nude Jaime to the crowd of women.  It was the first time he’d been higher than her since the wind had overtaken him and turned him into this pitiful fraction of a man in Priya’s possession.

“...let she who would deem this one unworthy speak now!” Priya proclaimed.

Jaime thought that he’d understood embarrassment, humiliation, and emasculation…but nothing could have prepared him for this moment…for this beautiful, big breasted girl to present his naked, infant-sized body to hundreds of onlookers.  He rattled with shame and humiliation as he felt the crowd of curious eyes wash over him, poking and prodding him, judging him and ridiculing him.  

Jaime alternated between fighting Priya's grasp and trying to modestly cover his exposed genitals as he dangled in the beautiful Indian Princess’s grip.  Jaime quickly realized that Priya wasn’t having any of that.  

He winced as her huge, strong fingers squeezed in for a brief moment, pulsing with incredible pressure and inflicting serious pain as she pressed his frail chest.  

She was disciplining him for resisting. For struggling.  For protesting.  And Jaime got the message loud and clear.

Sufficiently emasculated, little Jaime respectfully stopped fighting her and halted his efforts to hide his naked body from the crowd, becoming completely limp in Priya’s extended arms.  His tiny shoulders bulged up from the Indian Princess’s hands under his arms and his eyes welled up as he stared out toward the sea of women, every one of their eyes affixed to him, systematically scanning his nude body. 

Jaime first noticed the 14 sisters and cousins.  They all had huge smiles mixed with pride and some mild envy.  He spotted Nithya, the shortest one with the huge breasts. She was the shortest but even she would still tower over him now…and just one of her weighty breasts was probably larger than his whole body; Priya’s breasts certainly were.  Nithya waved to him, teasing him with a seductive eyebrow raise and a puckered up kiss to the air between them.

 He saw proper, elegant women older than Priya smile and massage their own large breasts, speaking to no one as a look of nostalgia washed through their happy eyes.  Jaime saw women younger than Priya whisper in their friends’ ears and giggle quietly.  Then he saw Gammy.  

The Dear and Wise Mother. 

Goddess Karishma.

As she looked Jaime up and down, her wise, prying eyes did more damage to his masculinity and sense of identity than all the other eyes combined.  After an eternity of judgment, she nodded her head, just enough for Jaime to notice.  

He was almost eager as Priya lowered his body and pulled him back in toward her warm chest, and he gratefully clung to Priya as she supported him from his bare butt with only one hand, anchoring his naked body against her.  He’d never felt less like a man in his entire life and somehow he knew that it was only going to get worse.  

“Let it be known that the divine Goddess Karishma Herself has deemed this servant worthy of unconditional and permanent relinquishment to Princess Priya.”

Priya was quick to muffle Jaime’s fussing by pulling his face into her large bosom as the crowd of women, their faces alight with amusement and excitement, began clapping. 

“With the blessing of Goddess Karishma, the ceremony shall continue…let all present today bear witness to this gesture..this sacred act of devotion and surrender.”

The Priestess gently gripped the thin fabric at Priya’s chest and tugged a small, discrete fabric string.  With barely any downward force, the string disconnected from Priya’s top and just like that, there was an explosion right in Jaime’s face.  He was left in stunned disbelief as flesh bounced and fabric fell. One of the princess’s large, tan breasts had been freed from her saffron red dress top. Amidst that endless sphere of soft tan tit flesh so close to his face was a central target that strongly held his gaze and his attention.  

It was Princess Priya’s nipple.

Dark and stiff, the nipple called to Jaime in a way that he couldn't understand or ignore.  

Jaime felt the priestess’s fingers gently caressing his neck. “It is now time for you to suck.”

Jaime whimpered in panic and disbelief.  What the hell was going on?

“Please don’t make me…” Jaime whispered, his voice quivering.

The Priestess’s gentle caressing had shifted into firm pressure.  She hadn’t given him much time to surrender voluntarily and now she was forcing his face toward Priya’s exposed, stiff, dark nipple.  His nose grazed the underside of Priya’s huge soft breast, invoking a slight jiggle as his strongest efforts translated to a mere moment of avoiding his ultimate fate.  Jaime tried to turn his head again, but the Priestess held firm.  Priya took a deep breath, expanding her already large chest.  

“Suck, my love.” The Princess purred as the nipple brushed against the tip of his nose.  “You must suck.”

The stiff nipple rubbed between his pursed lips, trying to find its way into his mouth but with all his willpower, Jaime’s rebellion continued.  He felt two fingers and a thumb completely surround his small foot…it was the Priestess.  

…and then a sharp, painful pinch.  

Against his better judgment, Jaime yelped quietly at the agonizing sensation. Priya immediately seized the opportunity, forcefully stuffing her nipple into his gaping mouth.  His eyes widened as the tip broke the plane of his mouth but he was too late.  His head was held firmly at Priya’s bare breast, not permitting him to pull his face back even a millimeter from the overwhelming and dominating breast. Not even with his tongue could he press the nipple away.  It was so large…it nearly filled his mouth, resting fat and rigid on his wet tongue. With an overwhelming sense of resigned defeat, he sealed his quivering lips around the tit and his face compressed into the tan cushion. If her breast were a planet, his nose sank north of the nipple and his chin to the south.  

There was no point in fighting anymore. 

There may not have ever been…

As Jaime stared up into the deep, brown pools of Priya's eyes, he felt a surge of crippling and life-changing humiliation wash over him, his mouth filled to the brim with her abundant flesh. Conversely, her gaze was filled with a sense of pride and accomplishment. 

Superiority.  

Victory. 

It was as though a halo of light encircled the young Princess's head. She truly was the daughter of a Goddess.

With barely any sucking pressure applied at all, Jaime's mouth was instantly flooded with Priya's thick, creamy milk. His eyes widened in shock, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as Priya giggled. To his horror, the crowd rejoiced, erupting into cheers for his submission.  Their excitement rang out with sadistic glee at his humiliation. Jaime jumped at the loud sounds, his heart racing with fear, but Priya was quick to comfort him, pulling him close and nuzzling him tightly to her chest as he continued to suck.

As she patted him gently on the bottom, Jaime felt less and less like a man. And yet, despite the overwhelming sense of shame that threatened to consume him, he found himself unable to resist the sweet, intoxicating taste of Priya's milk as it filled his mouth.

The sugar was intoxicating and every swallowed mouthful increased his desire and craving tenfold.  She could see it in his eyes, and as the tears trickled down his cheeks to meet her soft breast, he sealed his eyes shut.

“Open them, my love.  You must watch.”

Periodically, he would notice Gammy, the Goddess Mother’s stone face staring at him, or the crowds of women taking photographs, or the 14 sisters and cousins who had shrunk him standing off to the side as if they were this strange reality’s version of bridesmaids.  The most disturbing vision he’d had as he suckled from Priya’s growing nipple was seated right there in the front row.  Next to the Goddess Mother were three beautiful women, one athletic with braids of gold, one brunette with wise eyes behind black, thick-framed glasses, and a green-eyed, raven haired beauty. It was clear that the women were visitors from afar since they were not dressed in the jewels and eastern dresses like the other women.  Nor were they cheering and taking pictures.  These three women sat silently with subtle smiles, hands folded neatly in their laps…and their plain yet pristine, white lab coats stretched tightly over their considerable chests.

It was getting harder to extract milk from Priya’s breast and Jaime didn’t understand why.  Jaime heard the flipping of parchment paper and then the sweet sound of the Priestess’s voice.  It was a hauntingly beautiful chant, but Jaime didn’t understand the tongue in which she was speaking.  

He didn’t understand the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He didn’t understand why the plain ring that still hugged his finger was now glowing with a vibrant, shimmering baby blue.  

He assumed her breast was emptying so he sucked harder.  The nipple was also taking up more space in his mouth. The bordering breast flesh was now pressing cutely into his nose, chin, and his cheeks.  It was a perfect seal that he couldn’t have broken if he wanted to.  He couldn’t breathe and yet he kept sucking.  

The nipple was fully erect when he accepted it into his mouth, he thought.  But perhaps it had stiffened up more?  

Or maybe the Priestess’s chanting was having another effect on him.

Was Priya getting bigger?  

Her smile sure was.  

The milk was trickling out now, and no amount of suction was helping.  Finally, the taste of sugary cream was gone, but he couldn’t stop sucking. It was not because he wanted to.  Jaime was trying to unlatch from Priya’s nipple but he couldn’t remove himself from her breast.  It was because the breast was now doing the “sucking”.  Previously, it had been exploding with outward pressure into Jaime’s mouth and belly, but now it felt as if it was pulling on him.  The pressure was getting more and more intense, and Jaime realized too late that it was pulling the little size he still had away from his already infant-sized body.  He finally managed to spit the slippery wet nipple out of his mouth but it was far too late.  

It was happening so fast now.  

He struggled, realizing now that Priya was no longer holding him.  Instead, he was anchored to Priya’s huge tit by the Priestess in white…just one of her hands held him tightly to the warm breast.  His face was now pressed back up against the Indian Princess’s nipple, and then his upper body, and now his whole body.  As he dwindled smaller and smaller, more and more insignificant, the ring on his finger shrank with him and it glowed a brighter blue. It still hugged his finger just as tight as before.  

He looked around in a panic, observing the riotous cheer of the crowd as he dwindled further against the ever-growing nipple. They were on their feet now, every one of them.  Everyone except the women in lab coats. They were still seated, now jotting things in their notebooks as they watched in fascination. The one with the golden braids shifted in her seat, scooting her wide hips left and right as if something was between the seat and her bottom.  

…and then he saw the smiling Priestess in white.  His entire weight was now supported by just one of her fingers…and it was pressing him against Priya’s nipple.  

“And on this blessed day, Princess Priya commends your commitment and the Goddess Karishma respects your sacrifice.”

Jaime squealed in protest as the crowd roared in praise and approval with boisterous cheers, clapping, and whistling.  Jaime took one last look up at Priya, who now had to crane her neck just to see him at her swollen breast.   The Princess looked like she was on cloud 9…like this was the moment she’d been waiting for since she was a little girl.  Just like her sister before her. And just like Satya one day.  

Priya was proud of him…proud of what he’d become…proud of what he’d done for her.  As the Priestess’s fingertip pressed hard into Priya’s breast, the nipple receded into the surrounding flesh of Priya’s immense tit.  When she lowered her finger, the perky nipple followed down and then bounced back.

Jaime was gone. 

He found himself engulfed in a surreal nightmare from which there seemed to be no escape. Naked and vulnerable, his body was inexorably drawn down the thick stem of Priya's long, monstrous nipple, its gaping maw hungry for more than just sustenance. It had fed him, yes, but now it sought to consume him whole, pulling him deeper and deeper into its dark, cavernous core.

With each passing moment, Jaime felt himself being swallowed deeper by the insatiable hunger of Priya's nipple. As he was pulled deeper into the vast network of milk ducts, the empty void that surrounded him–recently emptied by his suckling, slowly began to fill back up with the warm, viscous fluid of Priya's milk, its thick consistency clinging to his skin.

The sound of Priya's heartbeat reverberated through the dark chamber, each thud echoing like a drumbeat in the darkness that enveloped him. Her loud sigh of contentment sent shivers down his spine and he knew in that moment that he would never leave her breast.  

The saffron-red fabric of Priya's dress shifted and repositioned over her breast vibrated his tiny bones and her loud sigh of contentment sent shivers down his spine. Jaime knew at that moment that he would never leave her breast. The celebrating women were miles away now…fuzzy static that no longer concerned him. He opened his mouth and an ocean of Priya’s breast milk rushed in.

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The soft fat cells that held him firmly in place jiggled obediently under the influence of the young Japanese woman’s continued promiscuity.  Her big, jiggly tits were surely chewing softly on another huge, throbbing cock and Jaime couldn’t escape any of it.  The fat cells that surrounded undulated and rippled with the thrusting; they bounced and quivered as if they were laughing at him.  

No…it didn’t just ‘look like it’...

…he could literally hear them laughing.  

The poor shrunken boy realized that the Japanese beauty whose breast he called his world was not on some sleezy porn set getting her deep, slippery cleavage thoroughly fucked.  Nor was she at home writing in her cookbook or practicing cupcake recipes.  He didn’t know how long he’d been immersed in the mammary fat of her immense tit but it was long enough for him to learn her routines very well.

And this was not one of her routines.

She was at some sort of night club or concert. 

Mayumi’s big, jiggly tits were getting fucked silly the last time he’d had a clear thought…how much time had passed since then??  Hopefully he was getting close to the end of his commitment to RR Labs.  He almost didn’t even care about getting paid at this point…he just wanted to take a breath of fresh air, eat some normal food, and maybe even steal a glance of a big set of breasts from the outside if it wasn’t too much to ask!  

His perception of time and reality were warping to an extent that scared him…so much worse than his stint in that one woman’s tricep.  Jaime needed to put this strange breast ordeal behind him for good.  

Night clubs were never his thing, but it made him miserable to think of this beautiful woman out having the time of her life while he was trapped in this fatty prison, completely ignored and unacknowledged.  How many desperate men had drooled over her breasts so far?  How many jealous women whispered in their girlfriend’s ears?  Dozens?  Hundreds? 

In another reality, she could have been the girl on his arm but instead he was the boy in her boob.

Mayumi was on move now–he could tell by the pronounced bounce of her left breast under its own weight. She must have been right near one of those huge sound speakers because the incredible bass levels were reverberating through the air and literally jiggling the Japanese woman’s huge tit with such an intensity that the lattice structure of fat cells surrounding and imprisoning Jaime became blurry.  

It looked like they were dancing–maybe even moshing to the music.  Was…one of them laughing?  

It was only one fat cell at first, giggling like a girl that had just been told a juicy secret…but soon the others surrounding him joined in.  It started first as light giggling and chuckling, but it quickly grew to hysterical laughter.  The fat cells that hugged him so, so tightly were relenting and Jaime expected to hallucinate another Goddess parting them, but that’s not what happened.  Instead, the mercifully relenting fat cells began to shift their shapes before his wide eyes.  They pressed together in pairs, forming deep cleavage between them.  Each fat cell pair ditched their translucent and amber appearance, becoming opaque and taking on a flesh color.  A single pink protrusion sprouted from the center of each orb, pointing menacingly at poor little Jaime.

And that’s when things got really crazy…  

There were countless pairs of fat cells now but on just one particular pair, masses of soft flesh seemed to appear out of nowhere, growing from all over the twin orbs.  The paired fat cells were growing arms.

…a torso.

…hips.  

From the rippling surface of the fat cell membrane, Jaime watched a set of bulbous butt cheeks explode out as well as a tight, shaved pussy.  

Thighs sprouted to knees to calves.  

Calves sprouted to ankles and feet and then ten toes.  

North of the twin orbs came the upper arms, elbows, forearms, wrists, hands, and ten fingers.  One more orb sprouted from the humanoid shape, not nearly as large as the buttocks or the breasts.  It grew at the top, and facial features rose out of the surface like magic.  

From the bald head shot out thick, long black hair that fell seductively at its shoulders.  The last object to materialize alongside this behemoth of a woman was a golden, sparkling halo atop her crown.  The largest part of this goddess that had materialized from two fat cells was without a doubt her breasts.  She was so beautiful and he trembled to behold her.  

He knew exactly who it was despite only having seen her for minutes.  

It was Mayumi.

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