RR Mayumi Okamoto - Chapter 22 (Patreon)

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Reduction & Relocation - Mayumi Okamoto

Chapter 22- Lights, Camera, Jiggle

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There she lay, the voluptuous Japanese goddess, reclining in all her naked splendor upon a plush, pristine king-sized bed, its crisp and thin, snowy sheets roaring with friction against her soft skin. Mayumi’s ridiculously ample bosom rose and fell with each breath.

She and Jaime were the only two there. Jaime watched her impossibly large, bare O-cup breasts shake and jiggle as she got comfortable, eventually spilling in all their pronounced glory into her armpits as she arched her back in a sensual stretch. She rolled and turned to her side and rested her cheek on the palm of her hand.  The Japanese woman’s hefty right tit came to rest atop its twin, both deforming under gravity’s influence…compressing into the sheets and creating a depression in the mattress that pulled from Jaime an uncontrollable, hedonistic groan..  

Her skin looked so incredibly smooth. So soft.  So pale and not a blemish or imperfection to be seen.  His eyes were drawn to her left breast, but his eyes danced laboriously over her entire body. She had noticed Jaime.  This was the first time he’d felt her eyes upon him since she stared into the loaded syringe.  This time, though, she could actually tell that he was standing there, a full sized man, in front of her.  She stared at Jaime seductively, her small fingers sinking into her tantalizing tits as she gently squeezed them.  Jaime felt a throbbing between his legs as he watched the slender yet huge-breasted teen bat her long eyelashes.  

“Are you ready?” She purred.  

Jaime looked down and saw he was fully naked.  He felt his cock twitch and stiffen like a board.  He nodded like a sex-crazed zombie, internally hesitant and conflicted but excited at this opportunity to enjoy Mayumi as a normal sized man…when would this ever happen again?  He was about to say something when he heard the click of a button, a small motor started to whir. A huge white light came on behind him, casting professional grade lighting on every square inch of Mayumi’s fully naked body. Jaime whipped his head around to find the noise.  Where there was once nothing, a camera on a tripod was now staged.  It was pointed directly at the bed–at Mayumi.  Behind the steadily blinking red light of the camera, a shadowy figure stepped out from behind it. 

Jaime’s jaw dropped.  

Jaime had always been tall but this man was taller.  Not by much, mind you…but just enough to emasculate him.  He was much more muscular and had a much more pronounced jaw line than Jaime. He had a more impressive hairline and attractive color than Jaime. He was more tan, far more handsome.  He was equally as naked as Mayumi and not least importantly, the man’s hard cock was way larger than Jaime’s. 

His large, rugged hand was already wrapping around his cock as he walked with purpose toward Mayumi, his broad shoulder brushing against Jaime. Even as they brushed shoulders and Jaime almost lost his balance, the handsome man didn’t even look at him.  His eyes were on the prize.  He had only one thing on his mind as he approached the smiling Japanese teenager, flowering out on the king-sized bed.

Jaime blushed, realizing the horror of the situation: Mayumi’s big brown eyes, lustful and excited, had been fixed on the muscular stud the entire time. She seductively pawed and kneaded at her chest as he kneeled down over her, sliding the underside of his hard cock against her soft, velvety sternum.  Jaime watched with wide eyes and bright red cheeks as Mayumi’s tiny feminine hands pressed in on either side of her enormous fleshy tits.   

Not even the handsome man’s big, veiny cock was a match for those heavy, thick, pale jugs. His member twitched, as if to gratefully say goodbye to the world as it was swallowed up effortlessly–ravenously consumed by the short Japanese girl’s epic tits.  They both grunted, ignoring Jaime as he backed away. He wanted to leave the room, but he couldn’t find the door quite fast enough. He wanted to turn away but he couldn’t…he was in a trance, he felt around behind him for a door knob, watching with envy and shame as the handsome man’s hips pumped like a jackhammer into the fat, slick cleavage.  His cock was big enough for head to occasionally peek out from the slippery, oceanic cleavage before diving back in.  No way that Jaime’s cock could have made it that far within the Japanese teenager’s cleavage.  

The floor of the room vibrated, sending shivers up Jaime’s spine. A framed photo of a spiraling purple galaxy overseeing a rowboat in a white ocean fell from the wall and crashed into the floor. Jaime broke eye contact with Mayumi’s jiggling, dancing tits long enough to notice something very strange on the side of the hotel room:

He saw a long row of folded-out director’s chairs that hadn’t been there before.  They were all pointed at the king-sized bed where stud was fucking Mayumi’s tits.  In each chair sat either a man or a woman, but that side of the hotel room was so dark that Jaime could only make out silhouettes.  Much like Mayumi and the handsome man, the dark figures didn’t seem to pay Jaime any mind. They, along with the recording camera on the tripod, quietly watched the explicit sex act from the shadows.  

Some of the silhouettes remained motionless, but others morphed and shape-shifted into poses of masturbation.  

Some touched themselves all over. 

And some just took notes.

Jaime fumbled against the door behind him, searching clumsily for the knob and unable to rip his eyes from the tit-fucking occurring before him.  Just as he got the door opened, he heard the handsome man start to groan and the speed of his pumping crescendo.  The shaking of the room grew more violent, buckling poor Jaime’s knees.  The shaking earth pulled Jaime to his knees; he was afraid to try standing as the staggering earthquake pulsed along to the metronome of the handsome man’s thrusting.  

None of the men and women seated in the director’s chairs seemed even the slightest bit affected by the earthquake, nor did the Japanese beauty and her handsome stallion. 

Once his thrusting became too rapid to count, the man announced in a low, guttural voice that he was cumming. Most of the shadowy figures leaned forward in their chairs at this announcement and Jaime’s eyes widened, watching the tip of the handsome man’s large cock poking rapidly through the top of the pale, jiggling dual landscape of mountainous tit flesh as if it were a newborn, angry volcano birthed from a majestic, motherly mountain range.  

Right before his eyes squinted shut and he began to shudder, Mayumi expertly pressed her prodigious tits in and around the throbbing, veiny cock, completely swallowing it.  As hard as he thrusted and as far as he forced his hips against the Japanese Goddess, the tip of his cock remained hidden…completely surrounded by sweating, lubricated mammary flesh.  From the way the handsome man was groaning and trembling…and the way that his thrusting speed was increasing, Jaime knew the handsome man was preparing to shoot his load, but not a single drop was visible.  

Jaime felt the temperature of the room inexplicably spike and the air thickened, growing hotter and more dense with every spasm of the lucky, throbbing, concealed cock.  He wanted to pump out every last drop of hot semen into that canyon of cleavage and despite the speed and intensity of his vigorous pumping, his lengthy cock was still completely absent from view, every millimeter of it in contact with Mayumi’s heavy, quaking breasts.  

The earthquake was so violently strong now, Jaime feared it might rip this room into pieces…

…and yet the audience remained motionless.  

The actors continued fucking. 

The camera, staged atop the same floor that Jaime struggled to remain standing upon, was perfectly still.  

He collapsed on the floor in front of the director’s chairs, unable to stand any more. Just when Jaime’s eyes squinted shut, ready to accept the collapse of this building, the earthquake started to slowly dissipate.  

Jaime opened his eyes to see Mayumi mercifully releasing her breasts, allowing the fresh air to kiss the sticky, hot, surface where the huge softening cock was still slowly gliding back and forth. The handsome man groaned and grimaced, unable to stop rubbing his sensitive, overstimulated shaft through the cum-soaked valley of Mayumi’s breasts as he rode his orgasm like lightning into the ground.   

Mayumi watched in fascination, tracing a single finger through the mess and running it along her  left breast.  “Slap it.”

Who said that?  Was that Mayumi?

His vantage point wasn’t that great from the floor but he could clearly see that all of the director’s seats were all empty now…all except for the first one closest to the action and directly in front of him.

It was occupied by a young woman, a cute black beret draped over straight brown hair that hung just above her white lab coat. Unlike the others who merely seemed interested in the sex show, this young woman seemed seriously engaged.  As if she literally were the director.

The lab coat appeared cheaply made, and there was stitching over the left breast where a name tag might have once been.  Beneath the stitching was a logo.  Two R’s in lavender.

Unlike the shadowy figures, he could see her face perfectly but he did not recognize this doctor. She definitely was with RR Labs but she was not one of the two women who had shrunk him and injected him into Mayumi’s tit. She wore glasses and looked strikingly similar to Emma Watson. 

Beautiful with modest sized breasts, perhaps a C-cup or slightly larger.  

The woman in the lab coat turned her head away from Mayumi and looked directly at Jaime.  After he confirmed that there was no one else behind him, she smiled.  She could see him! 

She turned her head back to the action. She repeated herself louder, pulling a five dollar bill from her breast pocket and dropping it on the floor.  

She cleared her throat and repeated herself. “Slap the left one, please.”

This time, the handsome man looked over his shoulder to the woman in the beret and flashed a grin. He breathed heavily, recovering from his orgasm, as he ran the tip of his glistening cock up the side of Mayumi’s messy, cum-covered left breast.  

With the rigid head of his cock, he slapped the side of Mayumi’s left breast, and the huge tit jiggled under the abuse.  The moment that the stiff cock hit the soft tit, Jaime felt a sharp painful pang along his left side, as if he’d been hit by a wrecking ball.  The whole room felt it, in fact, as the walls and floor once again shook, making the poor boy stumble as he was trying to stand.  Again, no one else in the room appeared affected by the earthquake pulse. Jaime clutched his side, his eyes pulled toward the woman in the lab coat.  The handsome man began slapping his cock against Mayumi’s right breast, equally messy and cum-covered. The woman in the lab coat spoke up.  

“No, no….only the left one.” The woman in the beret said to the panting, sweating couple atop the bed, pulling out another five dollar bill. “That’s the important one…and do it riiiiiight…….” she purred, smiling at Jaime again.  She leaned down in her high director’s chair and Jaime’s eyes crossed to follow her finger as it gently tapped Jaime on the tip of his nose.

“.....here.”  

Jaime watched the man handle his thick cock and wind up for another hard slap against the Japanese teenager’s huge left tit.  Mayumi giggled as the head of his cock crashed down with force onto her left tit, exactly where little Jaime had been injected, and the spherical orb of Japanese tit fat rippled and waved violently.  The earthquake pulsed as well as a sharp pain in his body and it was now stronger than ever. 

The pretty young director’s right hand slid down the front of her pants and the other was teasing one of her nipples.  Her eyes were darting back and forth between the Japanese teenager’s slippery, wet left tit and Jaime. 

“Keep doing it!  Keep doing it!” she moaned, pulling a stack of cash from her pocket and Jaime winced.

The handsome man struck the sticky left tit again, and again Jaime felt the pain.  He felt like a tiny piece of grain pulverized between a mortar and pestle, like an impressionable little nugget of soft, weak, pliable gold caught between a powerful hammer and anvil…turning him into something else.  

Every time the cock struck Mayumi’s left tit, Jaime felt the hit…and he knew exactly why.  It seemed that the woman in the lab coat knew too.  She was no longer looking at the jiggling tit being slapped, she was just listening to it while staring at Jaime, soaring to new heights of pleasure as he grimaced and winced.  

A powerful, smitten smirk grew on her face as her fingers fluttered under her pants. Her moaning was like a siren song that Jaime struggled to ignore. He watched with growing confusion and conflicting arousal as a dark spot appeared between her legs. 

The brunette director then spoke directly to Mayumi, but her devilish grin was directed at Jaime.  “Doggy style”

Mayumi smiled with a calm and tranquil compliance, rolling over onto her knees and propping up her slender waist and presenting her bare bottom to the lucky man.  Jaime tore his eyes away from the sensuous fluidity of Mayumi’s swaying breasts–like ripe fruit on a vine–and bolted through the doorway. The last thing he saw was the lucky man climbing up behind Mayumi, who hungrily backed into his pelvis.

The hallway stretched endlessly before him like a twisting labyrinth of uncertainty and his heart hammered against his ribs as he desperately searched for an exit. The exit signs were not like any he’d seen before. They confusingly pointed in all directions, taunting him with their inconsistencies and broken promises of freedom.  All were illuminated by brilliant and vivid purple lighting…all except one.  

Jaime ran toward the only different exit sign.  The one with the pale blue backlight. 

Suddenly, a low and ominous rumble vibrated up through Jaime’s sneakers, like the growl of a primal beast.  The floor quivered and the walls trembled. The lights flickered and dust particles billowed from the low ceiling. That was just how it started.

Mayumi was getting fucked…hard, it seemed…and Jaime’s whole world was affected.

Some weak-minded, weak-willed voice inside of him told Jaime to go back and watch Mayumi.  He wanted to see those enormous tits bouncing with each thrust…but even if that part of him won the fight, he couldn’t walk.  His feet were no longer planted on the ground.

Jaime rattled and ricocheted down and around the corridor as the hotel from hell shook and jostled around him.  It was as if he were a guitar pick dropped into the body of a guitar, and someone was trying violently to get him out. 

“Please stoooop!” Jaime could barely even hear his own voice over the roaring of drywall fracturing and the light fixtures plummeting and exploding against the thin, cheap carpet. The doors were heavy and without give, something he learned quickly after being rattled and shaken against them–this was true for all the doors except the last one he collided into.  With a resounding bang, the door labeled “Room 1818” burst open.  The door had only been closed over and now Jaime had been granted involuntary access.

Not even a second after Jaime tumbled into the hotel room, rolling into the far corner practically lodged between two intersecting walls, all the violent rumbling stopped.  The deafening ringing in his ears began to subside and was replaced by cool, quiet jazz.  The room was dark; not much was visible aside from small, flickering flames.  He was about to get up off the floor but what he saw caused him to freeze.

He wasn’t alone.

A beautiful blonde stood near the bed, her slender silhouette outlined by the soft glow of romantic candlelight blocked by her narrow frame.  

She was putting something on, but what was it?  Underwear?

When she turned to face the bed, Jaime saw that she was completely naked.  He also saw that she wasn’t slender everywhere.  Jaime wanted to look away, but the way those massive tits danced was impossible to ignore.  Her nipples were hard and stiff as diamond and the bountiful flesh bounced with hypnotic rhythm as she adjusted a pair of black leather straps around her waist, tightening them until they tucked in snug under her tan glutes.

The blonde woman picked something up from the nightstand.  Something long and thick.  She caressed it, her fingers fluttering over the pink, ribbed surface with a tender and controlling presence.  It was a dildo.  She raised it to her lips and planted a soft kiss on the tip before tracing it down delicately and slowly between her large breasts.

The pink dildo continued its downward journey, grazing over her toned, tan stomach and stopping between her thighs.  Dainty fingers curled around the shaft and her small bicep flexed ever-so-slightly as she applied pressure, gently forcing the base of the dildo against her crotch.

Click

Even after her hand retreated to knead her left breast, the dildo remained affixed between the blonde woman’s tan thighs, wobbling slightly. And then she spoke, her voice sweet as honey.  “You ready for us, baby?”

Another woman made her presence known to Jaime.  Rose petals fluttered from the bed’s surface down to the blonde’s bare feet as the second woman sat up and rolled over onto her stomach.  She introduced a bend to her knees, presenting a large, pale rump to the grinning blonde.  

The blonde looked down, having to actually press her breasts inward to secure a clear view, and she began speaking to her dildo. “I hope you know how lucky you are. You’re about to see a part of her that even I haven’t seen.”

Jaime’s eyes widened and he nearly had a heart attack when he noticed that the blonde wasn’t talking to her dildo.

But rather...what was somehow glued to it.

There was one more person in the room.

The man was less than an inch tall and even from Jaime’s position on the other side of Hotel Room 1818, the amount of terror and shame in his eyes was unmistakable.  It was the first moment in Jaime’s entire strange odyssey that he actually realized that things could always get worse.  The poor soul had been glued to the tip of the pink dildo and despite his clear struggles, he wasn’t going anywhere.  It was as if he were some perverted figurehead on a ship…but judging from the way that the thick brunette on the bed was prying apart her porcelain-pale cheeks, this pink ship was going somewhere dark and humiliating.

With a cupped hand under her chin, the blonde pursed her big, full lips and out came several streams of clear, thick saliva.  She distractedly smeared the saliva all over the shaft of her pretty pink strap-on, paying special attention to the head.  Her attention, justifiably so, was drawn almost fully to the brunette’s gorgeous ass just begging to be filled.  

Much to Jaime’s horror, she wouldn’t be waiting long.

The brunette’s big, pale ass was the perfect elevation for the blonde.  She gripped the strap-on and gently slapped the left pale cheek, eliciting a squeak of protest from the tiny man affixed to the strap-on’s tip.  

And now that tip was tracing the curvature of the brunette’s epic glute, darting in between them and gently massaging her asshole.  

The miniature man was an astronaut, involuntarily manning a pink rocket ship.  There was so much shaft behind him, and behind that a set of powerful hips beyond his comprehension.

And as the brunette’s asshole gradually relaxed to accept the swollen tip and swallow up the poor struggling man, Jaime finally found his footing and ran from the room.

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