RR Becca Young - Chapter 16 - A Teaching Moment (Patreon)

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Without further delay, here is Chapter 16 of Becca Young's story.

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Reduction & Relocation - Becca Young

Chapter 16 - A Teaching Moment

[September 30th, 2006]

Becca took a nervous swig of her water as she marched down the hall of her apartment.  The cheap light fixtures flickered and the paperthin walls did little to insulate the sounds coming from the apartment units as she made her way down the corridor. Before getting outside, while still in the privacy of the hallway, she discreetly reached down and addressed the squirming lump between her bouncing and shifting butt cheeks. The 20-year old quickly traced her index and middle finger up the center of her tight shorts, starting down between her thighs and running them up over the wide curve, applying pressure with her fingers as she went.

About halfway up, her fingers encountered the boy hidden underneath two layers of soft, comfy, body-hugging material.

‘He’s not nearly as deep as he should be…’ Becca thought.

In her haste to deposit that which she’d been charged to protect in his home, she hadn’t properly secured him.  Her quick-moving, nimble fingers addressed that issue, forcing him as deep into her crack as he could go before those same fingers continued their way up, poking out at her lower back.  In wedging the boy where he belonged, she had inadvertently wedged some of the soft nylon between her cheeks with him.

That was an easy fix.

With two thumbs and two fingers on either lower portion of her cheeks, she tugged gently down on the nylon and panties.  Wedgie all gone.  All of what just happened took place over no more than 3 or 4 footsteps.

Right as she opened the door, her knees almost gave out.

“Oh my goodness”, Becca thought aloud as a warm electrical surge originating in her pelvis radiated up to her scalp and down to her toes.

This was probably the deepest she had ever put him in her crack, and Becca felt his tiny naked body struggle up against one of the most sensitive parts of her body.  A part she’d never had stimulated by anyone, let alone in such a way!  She wasn’t sure how to feel about it at first but even as he continued to struggle, the shock of it wore off. Becca somehow allowed herself to decide that it felt quite nice.

Not quite distractingly pleasant, but something nice to drift back to and focus on a few times an hour or so.  It was interesting to think something so small could invoke such a strong feeling in her, a being so, so much bigger and more powerful than him.  Maybe he was getting into it and that was the feeling she felt.

Yes, that was almost certainly it.

Becca waited a few minutes on the corner of her apartment in the uncharacteristically warm September air until the campus bus pulled up.  She hadn’t attended class in an embarrassingly long time, but her student ID, despite being expired, still worked on the complacent bus driver.  There was hardly anyone there except for a few rugby players in the front and what must have been a pretty girlfriend on each of their arms.

The 20-year old chose a seat and turned away from it, lowering her ass just as the bus took off.  The sudden acceleration caused her wide bottom to collide with the cushiony bus bench row hard enough to make a muted slapping sound.

She waited for a moment, forcing all of her thought to her butt cheeks.

‘Yup..he’s still moving.’

Her mind’s focus left her rear the moment she felt the boy fluttering against her inner cheeks, still alive and well.

‘He’s lucky my butt is so big…’ Becca thought.

Becca was playing a game on her phone, only about 2 minutes into the ride when she felt it.  A rumbling in her stomach.

Her eyes widened.

She had consciously avoided the humanly urge to relieve the normal yet “unladylike” pressure that was building while he was trapped in her butt; she was grateful for and made full use of the time when the boy was sleeping in her sock between her toes, for it was at those moments when she could finally…relax under the covers.  But now, there was no getting around it.  That pressure had to go somewhere, and the poor boy was right in the crosshairs.

It made her feel sorry for him, but as she felt the pressure in her stomach naturally drifting further down, she thought, ‘Well…what am I supposed to do?  It’s not like I can just…like…take him out every time I have to…ugh…’.

She didn’t even want to say it to herself.

But maybe that was a privilege she was entitled to…she didn’t have to say it…she didn’t even have to think about it if she didn’t want to.  The boy did not have those choices.  He would certainly be facing this problem head on.

‘I mean…as much as boys like them…it’s what butts do..’ Becca thought.

Surely he must have thought of it already.  He had nothing else to do but think while he was in there…

It had to have been a fear of his, right?

…but facing your fears is good.  And facing your problems head on..well…that’s good too, right?

‘…and maybe he should’, Becca thought, having a mini revelation as she sat there in the back of the bus far from the other riders. She had been going through all this trouble for him and feeling all this turmoil, and he had just made it about a billion times worse by walking—no…SPRINTING for the “no”.  Did he really have to be so dramatic?  All it did was make Becca feel bad…it was starting to seem like that’s all he was really good for…was making her feel bad.

‘Well, maybe it's time to feel a little bit better…’ she thought to herself as she allowed her muscles to relax.

She gave one final look around to make sure she was far away enough from the others…and then she leaned slightly over to her left side. She felt that familiar sensation deep in her stomach where the pressure was brewing..and then she knew from an unspoken bodily sensation that she’d crossed the point of no turning back and even though that moment only lasted a second, she lived in its surreal silliness. No tightening of her core or rear could prevent it now.  It was going to happen.  There was no time to take him out and spare him the impact…even if she wanted to.  And she kinda didn’t want to.

Nobody at the front of the bus heard it.  Becca sighed in relief, feeling the pressure completely disappear in her belly. She barely heard it herself, but she felt it lightly vibrate against her bare leg and tightly clothed cheeks.

But the way he was struggling in response, ‘…you’d think I dropped a friggin’ atom bomb on him”.

She did admit though, all the heat that would normally dissipate as a result from the escaping gas was absorbed by the boy.  She could feel the way his naked body was holding onto the heat like it was some kind of coveted reward that he just didn’t have the option to deny.

There was something else he clearly couldn’t deny…

Becca noticed something strange…well…the absence of it is what was strange: the smell.

‘Could something that tiny really…absorb all the odor?’

True, he was small so the surface area of his body could only absorb so much, but she had to remind herself that Dr. Walker told her that he would essentially be breathing it.

‘Wow…’ she thought, ‘…he really is..breathing it.’

Not to mention he was…like…right up against her asshole; his little naked body had taken 100% of the brute force of the blast, spared not by a single molecule.

It was kind of a gross thought, but in some strange and wrong-but-right way, it felt like she was taking care of something way too small and weak to take care of itself.  The struggling of the tiny fireball in her asscrack was frantic, and it was a good thing she was sitting down because her knees might have buckled again, but the struggling very quickly died down and stopped.  Maybe he tuckered himself out...or maybe the poor thing fainted.  Either way, he was resting now…which was probably good for the both of them.

It was something she could obviously never tell anyone without getting a strange look…probably even Krystal, but Becca spent the rest of the bus trip thinking about what a big step this was for her and her subject.

Now that she knew he was strong enough to handle a little puff of air every now and then, Becca wouldn’t have to worry nearly as much about housing him in her butt and stepping away to take him out if she were in public.  And  honestly, it was a mutually beneficial relationship:  she could now pass gas without worrying about others smelling it (probably…she would have to test that some more), and in exchange the boy who took the full brunt of it got to enjoy the warmth of it and was able to get his fix of biologically preferred respiration.  And since she almost always made sure to hold it until she was alone and nowhere near anyone such that she would be embarrassed, it actually seemed like he was benefiting more than she was.

‘He should actually be grateful’, Becca thought as the bus driver started to slow down and open the doors, announcing their arrival at the gym.

Becca felt the slightest twinge of pressure in her abdomen.  She tightened her core and surrounded the subject in another warm cloud before getting off the bus.

Once inside, Becca grabbed a mat so that she could do her stretches.  She reached into her tiny back pocket and pulled out her headphones, plugging them into her pink CD player.  The music in the gym was always so terrible, and she was feeling more in the zone as her favorite CD started ringing in her ears.  She sat down and straightened her legs out in the stretching area, her calves and thighs splaying as they contacted the mat beneath her.  Becca skipped a few tracks while people-watching…there were plenty of hot guys there and she liked to look at them as they lifted.

Her feet were not touching, but her thick, pale thighs were…and her attention shifted to them.

“I need to get a tan”, Becca said, poking at the soft flesh.

The 20-year old let the air out of her lungs and leaned forward, easily grabbing both of her sneakers.  As she leaned forward, her cheeks naturally parted, and she felt the boy shift slightly.  He must have still been napping though because she didn’t feel struggling or movement.  Still, it might have been confusing for him to be under so much pressure from her butt cheeks and then to feel that pressure relent when they slightly part.

Becca was a little angry with him, sure, but she didn’t want to scare him. She re-established the strong, compressing cradle of her cheeks on the subject simply by exiting her stretch and leaning back.

For good measure, she crossed her legs Indian-style and scooted left and right. It actually elicited a tiny chuckle from the 20-year old as her big cushiony cheeks gobbled him right back up.  She was amused at how she could reposition him right where he belonged deep in her crack without even using her hands…and just as quickly as she had been reminded of him, she was no longer thinking of him.  Becca spent way too much time gawking at the hunky guy in the white tanktop doing the exercise where you pull down the black bar. The already bulging muscles on his back kinda under his arms looked like they were dancing as he pulled down and grunted quietly.

Becca started feeling the blood rush to her face and…other places, imagining how effortlessly he could probably move her with those muscles.

‘Okay, that’s enough of that.’ Becca thought, standing up and heading to the cardio section of the gym.

She spent about 35 minutes on the treadmill and then over an hour on the exercise bike, but the time went fast with her trusty CD player, which let her adjourn to the world of her music.  She got up off the bike, making sure to rub the excess perspiration off the tiny seat before grabbing another towel and dabbing her shining face and chest. It was a great workout and judging from all the sweat, she’d done a great job hydrating despite her somewhat irregular schedule.  It was time now for the last part of her workout.

Becca made her way into the humid women’s locker room, passing women in various states of dress, stopping off at her locker and grabbing a pair of flip flops.  Some women were wrapped in towels heading to or from the showers, and she continued till she got to the back of the locker room.

‘Oh, good!’ she thought to herself, relieved, ‘they’ve finally fixed it’.

Her favorite part of the workout, something she couldn’t do since it broke last month.

Becca’s hand was halfway extended to the wooden door handle when it rushed toward her.  A thick curtain of white steam flowed out the opened door as two women came out.

They had been chattering before they opened the door, and they hadn’t stopped despite being in Becca’s way as they exited.  They were going to bump right into her so Becca had to take a step back and allow them through the doorway.  The women seemed to be griping, and if she had to guess, she would have guessed they were complaining about their husbands and/or children.  They were both older than her, perhaps in their 40’s and despite not being what Sports Illustrated might call “attractive”, these chatty women sure were pretty confident with their voluptuous bodies.

“Be careful with the temperature in there, hon.” One of the women, a blonde, said to Becca. Her large belly and breasts rippled with each thunderous step.  Her entire body glistening with sweat, entirely naked except for a pair of flip flops.

Her heavier and much more endowed brunette friend laughed, mopping sweat from her heavy breasts with an off-white towel, “gotta love this gym. Sauna is broken for weeks and now it’s the surface of the sun in there!”

The women laughed heartily as they walk away, picking up their conversation.

As Becca entered the sauna, she noticed the warm, dimly-lit interior. The walls and ceiling of the sauna were made of light-colored wood, which gave the space a natural and rustic look. She takes a seat on one of the benches and feels the warmth emanating from it.

The sauna was small, but cozy, with just enough space to accommodate 3 or 4 people. The humid air, heavy with woody pine and sweet soothing eucalyptus, coated Becca’s skin pleasantly.

Becca breathed in deeply.  The hot air felt so nice in her mouth and in her lungs.  Apart from the pleasant aroma of the wood and eucalyptus, Becca could still detect the ghostly presence of the natural odor the large women had left.  It wasn’t a pleasant aroma but this was just a packaged deal with saunas. She approached the wooden bench of the sauna and frowned, the scent getting stronger.  It was abundantly clear just where on the bench those two large, impolite women were sitting.  Their asses were so big that there was barely anywhere for Becca to sit that was not covered in literal puddles of sweat, but she managed to find a spot between the two massive ass prints.

She took off her sneakers and stuffed her socks into her shoes, trading them out for flip flops.  Becca would have loved to listen to music but she’d actually damaged her last CD player in the sauna so all she could do was sit.  After a few minutes, the 20-year old had wished she’d brought nose plugs as the body odor of the heavyset women who were here before her was not going away. Becca decided she would only stay in for a few more minutes, but her attention occasionally pulled toward the massive ass prints flanking her.  She had a strange, persisting thought…something she can make out of those ass prints:

A teaching moment.

Becca leaned over to her side and plunged her fingers into her sweaty ass crack.  Unfortunately, she had definitely underestimated how challenging it would be to hold the little boy, for he was so slippery from her perspiration he slipped right out of her hands.

He plummeted down and landed with a light thud on the wooden planks between her flip flops.  Becca was VERY lucky that the gap between the planks were just small enough for the boy to not fall through.  That would NOT have been a fun call to Dr. Walker!

Becca reached down and winced, recognizing that the boy was soaking wet after plucking him up.

‘Ewww’, Becca thought.  ‘He landed in a puddle…’.

Becca hadn’t even considered that there was a fair amount of perspiration from those women on the floor.  It probably came from their feet, dripping down off their breasts and bellies as well.

It was probably very unpleasant for the boy to be exposed to THAT puddle but that wasn’t the type of…exposure she was looking for.

Without saying a word to him, Becca began to rub her tiny boy into the puddle of ass sweat left by the blonde woman.  The puddle of perspiration was the deepest and most concentrated at the center of the ass print, and that is where Becca rubbed him into, forcing him to experience it.  Once he had his fair share of being lathered in the woman’s ass sweat, she moved him over to her right side…where the brunette woman was sitting.  She knew it was the brunette woman’s ass print because of how much larger it was than the other one.  He looked so small compared to even just one cheek print, let alone the whole ass print.

Becca’s fingers were practically pruning from how long she rubbed and soaked his naked body in the perspiration left behind by those two plush, full-sized women. They were long on their way back to their normal lives, oblivious to the fact that their natural bodily fluids were being used to teach an important lesson.  Finally, Becca lifted him mercifully from the ass print puddle, only because evaporation had mostly claimed it.  Becca lifted him to her face and she thought he might be crying, she couldn’t tell though.  It didn’t bring her joy to think of him crying, but she needed to teach him a lesson.

“Do you see, little one?  Do you see how much worse you could have it if you weren’t with me?” She asked, reaching into her gym bag next to her feet.

“If you weren’t mine? If you weren’t with me? I mean, those women wouldn’t care for you like I do.  They could barely be bothered to be polite to me…imagine how they would treat you if it was one of them that walked into that lab and swallowed you up with their booty…and I can almost guarantee that being in my butt is infinitely better than being in theirs or anyone else’s.”

Becca had imparted a valuable lesson in the subject, but she wasn’t done.  The boy was soaked head to toe, saturated in a mixture of three womens’ ass sweat.  Becca was grossed out to realize that her fingers were also covered with those rude womens’ sweat.  She traded hands, freeing her sweat covered hand and made a fist with all fingers except for her index finger.

She then extended that dripping index finger toward her subject.

“Lick it.”  Becca said in a contradicting sweet voice.

She stuck her finger up toward the subject’s face closer.

“Lick it…right now.” she repeated with a more stern tone.  She would never know for sure if he did, because of how small he was, but she squinted and could have sworn she saw his little tongue come out and start caressing the soaking wet tip of her finger.

“Keep licking.” She instructed….and he seemed to obey.

It had to be so disgusting…so humiliating…so emasculating. To have a pretty girl like her forcing him to lap up the sweat of an older, fatter woman.  But it was all for a reason…it was all to help him see.

After a few more seconds of forced licking, Becca pulled out a sock from her right gym sneaker.  It was far from clean, but it was mostly dry.  It would do just fine.

Becca wiped her fingers clean with the mostly dry sock.  She then set the boy on the warm wooden bench as she leaned over and plunged her dried hand into the back of her orange nylon shorts.  She fished around for a bit, and then pulled out a glistening hand.  She lifted him with the other hand, and again, poked him with her glistening index finger, now soaked with her own ass sweat.

“Lick it.”  She said again, and she was 90% sure he did.

She wanted him to taste it.

She had taken the pills the night before, and she wanted the boy to see how sweet and sugary her ass sweat was…especially compared to those gross lady’s ass sweat that he’d just licked.

‘Holy cow, what a weird thought…’ Becca mused.

She pulled the wet fingertip from the boy and dried it off on the sock.

“Do you understand now?”  Becca was confident that she had made her point, and she would have been shocked if he didn’t see it.

She turned the wet sock inside out and rested him on it, the part that was constantly in contact with her sole, and she gently folded it over him.  She rubbed and massaged the dirty cotton into the soaking wet naked boy until he was mostly dry.  She wanted him to believe her, and she wanted to believe it too.  She had shown him what it would be like to experience someone else, and she hoped that it was terrible for him.

Beyond terrible.

So bad that he might have nightmares tonight, and then wake up screaming…only to realize that he is safe and sound in her deep, soft, pillowy, plush butt crack…and feel so relieved.

She wanted him to be grateful to go back to her asscrack…and back to her asscrack is right where he went.

It was noticeably more wet now, and he effortlessly glided in between her glutes.  The smell of the women had mostly dissipated so Becca decided to extend her stay in the sauna. After another 45 minutes of enjoying the heat, she finally emerged.  She grabbed a towel and dried her face and chest, feeling the rapid beating of her heart. Becca peaked over her shoulder and noticed in a mirror that her orange shorts were soaked through and through, most of the wetness down the center of her ass.

When she got back to the apartment, she turned on the shower and silently began to undress, peeling the soaking wet shorts, underwear, and socks from her body.  Once the water was hot enough, and not a second sooner, she reached into her slippery crack and retrieved the shrunken boy, immediately placing him in the center of her mesh panties.  Becca thought that he might express some dissatisfaction with the lesson she’d just given him, and she was prepared to defend her decisions…but the cute little thing appeared to be in a daze.

Maybe he understood. Maybe he got it now.  Maybe they were on the same page.

She pressed him face down into the soaking wet area of her panties that came to rest over her ass, admiring how cute it was that he was smaller than the tiny little polka dots. Becca gently folded the soft material over itself several times, entombing the dazed boy in velvet and then stuffed the panties down deep into the worn toe section of her left sneaker.

She hadn’t thought of a better way to make sure he didn’t get cold or suffocate while she was in the shower, even though it was probably too soon to have to take these precautions she figured she should get in the habit now.  After a nice, long luxurious shower, she got out and dried her body off, loving the feeling of being clean.  Becca’s bare heel lightly struck the sneaker on the floor containing her subject, just enough to knock it over on its side.

She put the sneaker holding the boy up on the counter while she brushed her teeth, washed her face, and brushed her hair.  She could have taken him out but she decided not to just yet.

There was no rush.

But finally, she finished with her pre-bed rituals, and now all that was left was the new one: She pulled the crumpled wet panties out of her sneaker and found the boy in the wet center.  After plucking him out, she tossed the panties into her hamper.  She considered putting him right back in her buttcrack without even washing him off, but decided it would be best to clean him first.  It seemed gross to put a dirty thing in her clean butt crack…plus, giving him the pleasant experience of a warm, gentle bath in her fingers seemed like a good contrast to the traumatic learning experience she created.

She’d shown him a sliver of life belonging to one of those impolite women and now she had to show him how much better he had it belonging to her. Her crack was sparkling clean right now and if he was too, then it would really hit home how much nicer it was to be in her butt.  She turned on the warm water and ran him under the faucet, gently rubbing and massaging him through the weak stream of water.

With the exception of that 15 minute shower, he had spent over 7 hours in her butt, and even though he had already done his minimum time as directed by Dr. Walker, Becca didn’t really see any reason not to put him back.  She wedged him deep between her cheeks and got the training underwear from her bag.  “This is for your own good; I hope you understand that.” She said.

It took several minutes for the 20-year old to get the tight panties on and over her ass.

Becca crawled into her big, comfy bed and got under the covers.  She was lying on her stomach for a while, focusing on the feeling of him and decided to roll over onto her back.  Her cheeks somehow compressed even more, but it seemed like it wasn’t even nearly as bad as when she was sitting.  If he could handle being buried in her crack for hours while she was sitting, she was thoroughly convinced that he would be just fine each night when she slept on her back.

She felt kind of bad about what she had done, but really it had to be done.  She was taking care of him, she thought, smiling. Her eyelids became impossibly heavy and she lost the fight to stay awake, but until the moment she lost consciousness, she could feel the boy deep between her cheeks.

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