RR Lori Warren - Chapter 21 (Patreon)

Reduction & Relocation - Lori Warren

Chapter 21 - Calm Before the Storm

[October 24th, 2005]

Lori hung up her towel and pulled up the tight lavender panties, adjusting them so that they covered her large, hot and exfoliated bottom without digging too far up.  Ever since that call with Dr. Walker, Lori had stopped worrying about finding certain moments in the day to remove Michael so she could pass gas.

She didn’t hold back at all anymore, and not only was it quite relieving in it of itself, but she found herself gifted with more time throughout the day.  She didn’t have to adjourn to the restroom several times a day during work just to remove him, which was enough of a reason to proceed with this new approach.  She had looked up online that the average person broke wind about 10 to 20 times per day.

She figured that if Michael was experiencing her gas that often in just a single day, she was sure that he would adapt quickly…and it seemed like he did.  But again, that was just another one of those things that she never explicitly discussed with him. It was just so much easier that way.   It was just a normal part of his life now…and that just made things so much easier for her.

Another thing she avoided discussing at all costs, perhaps above anything else, was conversations about or conversations that would lead to the expected length of the experiment.

* * * * * * * * * *

Dr. Walker:  That’s fantastic, Lori!  I thought you might ask at some point but I didn’t expect so soon!

Lori: Well, after getting that first paycheck..being able to spoil the girls like I did…not to mention put a nice chunk of money away for Gina’s college tuition…I just don’t feel like I could possibly walk away from an opportunity like this. At least not right now.

Dr. Walker: I’m very glad to hear it.  How long were you looking to extend?

Lori: How about….a year?

Dr. Walker: Absolutely!  Consider it done.  Just let me know if you change your mind and want to go for longer. Until then, I’ll get the paperwork in order and send it over to you. Keep in mind that in order to qualify for the compensation increase to $800 per week, the DDM will increase to 18-hours per day.

Lori: I’ll…have to keep him in my bottom for 18 hours a day?

Dr. Walker: At a minimum, yes.

Lori: Oh, I’m not sure if I can do that, Dr. Walker. I mean…can I do it? Of course I can.  But we’ve only just gotten into the groove of the choices I gave him.  I feel that to increase now would throw all of that on its ear and we’d be starting over.

Dr. Walker: Lori, the subject has no ability to override your decisions. What you say is what goes.

Lori: I know…I…hmmm…I think I just need some time to think it over. 18 hours a day in my bottom…that’s…two-thirds of his day spent between my cheeks.

Dr. Walker: I understand your hesitation, Lori…even if I don’t agree with it. You’ve got a good heart and I know you think you’re doing the right thing.  I hope you reconsider and go forward with the extension.

Lori: I will think about it, Dr. Walker.  I promise I will.

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The colder, lighter, less humid air of the bedroom felt nice after exiting the steamy bathroom.  Lori opened the underwear drawer to see Michael still drinking soda from the soda cap.  As she grabbed a pair of socks, the momentum forced him to roll forward and tumble into one of the tiny puddles of warm soda next to the lid.  Lori couldn’t bring herself to tell him that she was strongly considering the extension.  Not only would that mean he’d be living in her bottom for a full year, but he’d only get a maximum of 6 hours out from between her buttocks every day.  Just 6 hours!

But she couldn’t even bring herself to discuss the current terms of the experiment…specifically how long he was to reside in her rear before it was finally over. When he asked about the experiment…about how long he’d have to do this, she would just briefly tell him that it wouldn’t last forever.  That at least was true, right?  It couldn’t last FOREVER… after all, did anything?

She saw Michael trying to brush the soda off his body; it looked like he had tried jumping over it with the forward momentum but didn’t make it far enough so everything from his waist down was covered in root beer.  When he’d finished getting off as much of the sticky sugar water as he could, he stared up at her with what she thought looked somewhat like a look of dread.  Not at all unlike the look her girls would give her when they didn’t want to go to school, the doctors, or church…but Lori knew they needed to..and they knew they needed to.  This wasn’t much different in her mind.

“Okay, Michael.  You know what’s next.”  Lori looked at her clock on the wall. “It’s about 8AM now…” she lifted him out of the drawer.

His body felt cold..she’d need to keep more underwear and socks in the drawer with him, it seemed.  And maybe she should actually start nestling him into his panty cocoon herself, in order to make sure he is nice and buried in the soft fabric. This was all a learning process…and the two of them were learning new things every day, even a full month into this strange experiment.

His body also felt sticky from the soda.  She raised him to her opened mouth and heard him say, “No Lori, not again!”

Lori delicately lowered Michael towards her inviting mouth, his lone free hand flailing through the air in a desperate attempt to halt the dizzying spin in her firm grip. She set his lower half upon her extended tongue and then she withdrew her tongue into the cavern of her mouth. Her lips enveloped his lower half, sealing around him as if he were half of a secret, hidden within the embrace of her plush, red lips. Only his head and the peaks of his shoulders remained visible, the rest of his upper half nestled snugly between the crimson, moist pillows of her mouth.

As Lori began to apply a gentle suction, her flat tongue embarked on a curious exploration of Michael's lower half. It meandered, winding its way around his feet, legs, buttocks, hips, and stomach, like a massive, playful serpent navigating the contours of a miniature landscape. Her eyes narrowed down her nose, their gaze falling upon Michael's face, which she found both intriguing and amusing. It was evident that he was already engaged in a passionate battle against an impending climax, as indicated by the tautness of his tiny member, which brushed the underside of her colossal tongue.

Lori continued to observe him intently, captivated by the spectacle unfolding before her. Each exhale from her nose caused Michael's hair to flutter and dance, as though he had thrust his head out of a speeding vehicle, his miniature existence juxtaposed against the enormity of her own.

After lapping vigorously at Michael’s crotch, Lori changed the shape of her tongue, sharpening the end to a narrow tip and speared in between his legs.  He was now moaning as Lori poked and prodded, feeling the throbbing little member stiffening even more. Lori walked back into her bathroom, grabbing a hand towel to remove the fog from the mirror, all while continuing to suck and lick without missing a beat.  She sucked with growing intensity, but instead of swallowing the accumulating saliva in her mouth, she shifted it forward, coating Michael’s lower half in it as if he were in a thick swimming pool of minty baby oil. She leaned in closely, alternating views down between her nose and at the mirror.  The breathy humidity of her nasal exhales had visibly accrued upon Michael’s squinting and struggling face, his hair now damp from the moisture. If he had a free hand, he might have rubbed the condensation from his eyes but alas they were tucked between her lips just like the rest of him. She rolled his throbbing cock around and played with it for a few more moments until he all of the sudden let out a loud squeak, one she’d come to recognize.

She lowered the intensity of her prodding, returning her spear-shaped tongue to its flattened state, affectionately running it over his lower half over and over again, allowing her saliva to coat him and then swallowing it down.  The taste of root beer did not mix very well with the taste of her toothpaste but seeing Michael twitching and convulsing between her lips made it worth it.

She continued to suck at Michael’s lower half but she stopped gathering new quantities of saliva at the front of her mouth to soak him in.  Once she’d sucked him clean, she gently removed him from her mouth and allowed him to lie down in her palm.

“Shhhhh…shhhh…” Lori comforted him, soothingly stroking his trembling body. He was so cute after he came. Lori felt the urge to plunge him down her panties but since that time wouldn’t go toward his 12-hour commitment, she decided it best to push that back until later if there was time.

“Let's get you situated…” she purred, pulling the waistband away from her lower back as she brought him around.

Lori started to lower him down into the lavender tinted darkness and then felt him against the top of her left cheek.  He barely struggled at all against the cushiony landing pad. It may have seemed like Lori had just found a creative way to clean spilled soda from Michael while also having a little fun, but in reality the soda had nothing to do with it. She was going to make him cum anyway.

She had found that on days when she was particularly active, he was better off in her bottom if he was exhausted…and considering she’d promised to play the new dancing video game with the girls,, what better way to get him nice and tired?

“…and we’ll take a little break around 2PM.” Lori said.

She parted her soft, spherical left cheek from the right just enough to feel an epic wave of heat emulate from her crack.  That heat was going to go a long way to keeping little Michael warm and safe.  She firmly forced him between them, and she could feel a subtle hint of the saliva trail left on her inner cheeks as he frictionlessly ventured deeper between them.  Lori’s thick, cake-like ass cheeks jiggled even as the waistband snapped back into place, the lavender material lightly hugging her waist and glutes as her hands became busy with other things.

A few moments later, she felt a quiet rumbling in her soft tummy, and normally she might have rolled her eyes and thought something like ‘it figures this would happen as soon as he’s nice and cozy’.  But this time, she didn’t take him out.  She didn’t even think about it. Instead, she thought about her call with Dr. Walker.  She thought about how, according to the brilliant doctor, little Michael had probably become more familiar with this less savory aspect of her body than she herself even was.

She relaxed her core and felt a tinge of movement in her lower stomach. She’d crossed that threshold where decisions could not be taken back.  Next up were actions that couldn’t be undone. Lori felt the pressure and discomfort diffuse from her stomach and if one of the girls happened to be walking past her door, they would have heard what sounded like a brass instrument being played.  The heat in her crack was that of an open flame and she felt a strong flutter against her sensitive hole.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Oh, I don’t know how you girls do this!” Lori huffed with labored breath. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead and the whole living room seemed to shake as her bare feet slammed mercilessly into the carpeted floor.  “I’m telling you, I’m way too out of shape for this!” Her exasperation was evident as the Wii remote slipped from her grip. The clunky controller made an audible thud as it collided with her ample, well-cushioned hip. Thankfully the lanyard strap she wore on her wrist prevented the controller from plummeting to the floor, where even her bare feet were sweating!

Isabella chimed in from the couch, sitting on her feet. “You’ve just gotta find the rhythm, Mama. It’s all about feeling the beat.”

Ever the cheerleader for her mother, Isabella was just trying to help but Victoria and Gina giggled playfully watching Lori attempt to shake her wide hips like the sultry, svelte woman on the Just Dance video game screen.  Gina had just completed this song flawlessly and even Victoria seemed to find her rhythm with relative ease…and neither were out of breath!  In fact, the two girls were sharing a plate of Funyun onion rings, not appearing phased in the slightest by the physical exertion. Oh, to be 17 and 18 again…

In a gracious display of mercy, the song finally concluded, and the dancing woman gave one final bop of her hips and a slap on her ass.  Lori mirrored the woman’s behavior, slapping her own much heftier glute and the girls clapped.  Lori was laughing, but she couldn’t get the controller off her wrist fast enough.  She had noticed the clock on the wall:

2:21PM

It had been over 6 hours since Michael had started his day in her bottom, and it was time for his break…a bit past it, in fact.

“Okay, I have to take a break.” Lori said out of breath, handing the lanyard off to Isabella.

As Lori drank some bottled water, she caught out of the corner of her eye Victoria pick up the last Funyun and stuff it into her mouth.  The snap of her teeth resulted in the fracturing of the onion ring and about a quarter of it fell down from her mouth and onto the plate.  Before Victoria could pick it up, Lori had already lifted it up and was walking toward the stairs.

Lori climbed the steps, wiping sweat from her shining forehead and feeling the burn in her quads, hamstrings, and glutes.  As much as her legs were hurting and as sweaty as she was, she couldn’t deny it was a good workout.  Why walk or run when you could just dance to 2 or 3 songs? When she got to the top of the steps, she noticed the girls’ hampers out at the door.  There wasn’t much in them, just their delicates so she decided to take care of them now. She combined both Victoria’s and Isabella’s laundry into Gina’s hamper and entered her bedroom.  She didn’t mind if they all mixed; the girls would just be free to take theirs from the pile of clean clothing. The difference in delicates between Lori and the girls was somewhat amusing…mostly conservative cuts and muted colors for the mother of three…but Gina’s hamper now resembled a huge bowl of some colorful, fruity cereal.

With a gentle grip, Lori pinched the tiny lump wedged in place and wrestled him away from her damp, hungry cheeks.

“Alright, Michael. We’re six hours in. Good job so far!” She said with pep, setting him down on her nightstand as she half-sat down/half-collapsed onto her bed next to him.

His naked body was glistening, and she suspected the perspiration covering him was cooling quickly.  Frowning, she looked down at her hamper at her feet, pressed up against the nightstand.  Nothing in neither her nor the girls’ hampers were clean, otherwise she’d have dried him off with a shirt or sock or something. It had been awhile since she’d used the heatbox, and surely it would be charged right?

She held the button to turn it on and the LED illuminated.

“Okay great, we’ve got battery.” She said playfully to the man on her nightstand.  Her smile slowly faded.

“Okay…listen Michael.” Lori started

She could immediately see him tense up…despite how small he was she could read his body language pretty well…although admittedly he was probably MUCH better at reading hers..at least when it came to the language of her bottom!

“So here’s the thing… I have to travel for work tomorrow.  Mrs. Stone wants me to visit a few other branches and help them get onboard with the new company standard changes. Remember? I was telling you about these silly changes last week…and not only do I have to be okay with them, but I have to champion and defend them!  I could go on and on about it but I don’t want to bore you again. Anyway, it’ll only be for the day but unfortunately it's out of the state.” Lori explained. “I’ll have to fly so it's probably best if I don’t bring you with me.”

Michael didn’t seem too bothered by this, but he seemed to be bracing himself for what this must mean.

“…so it looks like we’re going to have to switch options.” Lori said, opening the box flap and picking the subject up and lifting him to her face.

“What? Lori, no please!  We just switched a few days ago..and a few days before that!  I don’t want to switch again.”  Michael pleaded, obviously knowing this would mean more time in her large rear end.

Lori didn’t blame him.  For one, spending the night in her bottom overnight was such a gamble considering her changing positions…and taking on this option change would mean that he’d have to stay in her bottom for another 6 hours…which would essentially lead him right into bedtime.  This meant he would basically have to spend the rest of the day in Lori’s ass with no break.

“Michael, I understand this isn’t ideal.  But what other choice do I have here?  You have to meet your 12 hours and honestly I’m actually a little concerned that I won’t make it back in time for the remaining 4 hours.  Now, if we have you start early tonight…maybe that can make up for any shortcomings tomorrow.” Lori explained.

Michael was still pleading with Lori as she lowered him into the box.

“Oh, and look what I got for you!” Lori said, dropping in the crumbled piece of Funyun onion ring in the box.  It bounced off the little man as it landed down at his feet. “A little variety for my little partner.” Lori said with a proud grin.

“And I’m going to go get in the shower right now, nice and early, that way the rest of the evening will be a little easier for you. How does that sound?”

It looked like he was still talking as she shut the flap of the box but the conversation was over so she set it on the edge of the nightstand.  Lori got up and got in the shower to wash the dancing perspiration from her body. After emerging and putting on some jeans, Lori went right for the laundry. She grabbed up her hamper which contained Gina’s smaller hamper and started for the door.  Lori considered removing Michael from the box but she generously decided to give him just a little more time.  No harm in a longer break especially since she had gone past the 6-hour mark during the Wii game and she was surprising him with this option-change with so little notice.

Lori passed Isabella who was going upstairs as she went downstairs.

“All done playing?” Lori asked as the two passed each other.

“For a little while.” Isabella mopped a light, barely noticeable sheen of sweat from her forehead as she floated up the stairs gracefully. “I have to call Abby about our school project.”

Victoria and Gina were still at the TV, taking turns at the game.  How they could still have the energy to keep dancing, Lori had no idea.  Lori took Gina’s hamper out of her own and set it down at her feet forcefully enough that a bra bounced out of the high wall of the hamper. She lifted her larger hamper and dumped it into the laundry machine.  She’d do her load first and then the girls’ delicates next.

Once back up in her room, Lori sat at her computer and went over her flight itinerary for tomorrow and finalized a few things…preparing her presentation for the first branch she was visiting, making sure all the general notes were updated to personalize the presentation.  After what she thought was an incredibly generous break, Lori stood up into a stretch and then approached her nightstand.

Her eyes widened and she immediately felt a lump in the pit of her stomach.

She continued trying to resolve what she was seeing as she stared down at her bedside nightstand. There was an alarm clock.  There was a framed photograph of Lori, Gina, Isabella, and Victoria at the beach.  There was a nearly empty root beer soda bottle.  There were a few small Funyun crumbs.  But there was no heatbox.

There was no Michael.

He was gone.

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