RR Lori Warren - Chapter 29 (Patreon)

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RR Lori Warren

Chapter 29 - Lunch Time Chatter

[October 26th, 2005]

Lori’s eyes fluttered open to her fully lit bedroom.  She looked outside and saw that it was still dark and ultimately realized she’d dozed off while reading one of her magazines before bed.  It had been a long day and she shouldn’t have been surprised that a few moments on the softness of her bed was enough to steal her consciousness away.  She had meant to remove her tight blue yoga pants to allow little Michael a bit of air circulation as she’d promised that morning, but she’d fallen asleep before any of that could happen.  At least gravity wasn’t pulling the fleshy orbs down and inward like it normally did, he should at least be grateful for that.

The single mom shut her magazine and changed out of her yoga pants, stretching up over her thick thighs her favorite pair of fuzzy flannel pajama bottoms. The bottoms were just loose enough to allow completely free movement of her massive glutes as she headed down the stairs, which took every opportunity to bounce with a comical violence in and around the tiny treasure buried deep between them. She descended just enough stairs to poke her head around the wall to see Isabella, Gina, and Victoria on the couch watching a movie.

“Good night girls, don’t stay up too late.”

“Good night, Mom.” The three said in unison.

Isabella’s long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves, perfect and beautiful even with the long day behind her, framing her heart shaped face. Her soft, fleece pajama bottoms, featuring a snug elastic waistband and loose cuffs high around the ankles, matched the pastel colored camisole shirt she wore.

Gina’s expressive brown eyes caught the light of her phone’s screen as her toes, each hugged by the snug cotton of her colorful toe socks, drummed against the sofa’s armrest. She scratched her nose with the sleeve of her oversized long-sleeved sleep shirt–a well-worn and pleasantly weathered top from Lori’s college days that almost completely covered Gina’s nylon shorts.

“Good night, Michael!” Victoria added. Her hair was the most messy of the three, tied back in a loose ponytail with a few stray strands framing her cherubic but mischievous face.  She was the only one still dressed in normal clothing, having been too lazy to go upstairs and change, intent on waiting until the very last minute.

“I’ll see that he gets the message.”Lori rolled her eyes as she climbed the steps. From the last step, Lori heard Victoria ask her sisters if they thought Michael could hear her.   Lori heard giggling and “probably not” as she shut her bedroom door.

She brushed her teeth and laid out her clothing for the next day. She slowly parked her wide rump in the center of the bed, appreciating the way the mattress sank in under her weight to cushion her.  Once Lori was back in bed she got under the covers, and she scooted her hips left and right into the comfy mattress. She lifted her feet so the blanket would tuck in under her bare heels and she pulled the covers up to her chin.

Just as she prepared to read a few pages of her favorite book, Lori felt a faint jabbing at the fleshy wall of one of her cheeks from deep in her crack.

But it wasn’t Michael.  She’d gotten very used to the sensation of Michael’s little body buried deep between her glutes.  She rolled over onto her side, her bulbous cheeks rippling like two masses of dense jello. She sent a brave thumb and forefinger under the elastic of her bottoms and between the soft masses to investigate. The area between her buns was not entirely dry but not incredibly wet either.  She felt around the area between her fleshy glutes, the soft, pliable flesh yielding under the pressure of her fingers and knuckles just like her mattress was to her weight.  A girl not so full-figured as Lori might not have had to look for so long, but finally her fingers stumbled upon something.  The tiny naked boy.

She could feel him grabbing onto her fingers but she lightly and dismissively smeared him into the moist softness of her glute’s inner wall.  She wasn’t looking for him.

Lori continued her search for the other foreign feeling, the one that she actually didn’t recognize...the one that she actually wasn’t used to.  She felt it, within some close distance of Michael. Her hand came out of the back of her pajamas and she smirked.

“Oh, I forgot.”

She looked closely at the short pretzel stick that had been wedged between her large ass cheeks. It wasn’t soggy, but certainly not crumbly and dry as pretzels normally were.  She brought the pretzel closer to her face to inspect the random tiny chunks missing from the sides, clearly where Michael had nibbled over the course of the day.  She caught a whiff of the pretzel as she inspected it and her nose wrinkled.  It looked like it had absorbed a lot more than just the accruing moisture in the humid environment of Lori’s crack.  Her natural instinct was to throw it away but before it left her fingers, she changed her mind, setting the moist pretzel stick on her nightstand.  “It’d be silly to waste a perfectly good breakfast for him.”

Michael seemed agitated by the fact that she’d removed the pretzel but left him between her cheeks.  Little did he know (or maybe he did) that his wriggling protests, while effective in convincing her to remove him, was going to come with some strings attached.

Lori would have gone right to bed but now she was feeling exceptionally...charged.  Her daughters had asked a whole lot of questions about her keeping Michael tucked away in her bottom, and she believed she’d done a great job answering them best she could. Gina was the least interested and most disgusted by Michael’s presence while Isabella seemed engaged, if only for the scientific aspect of his condition.  Victoria was the one who drew from a bottomless well of curiosity.  Most of her questions were about the pressure imparted on his tiny body by her much larger buttocks. How he handled the odors inherent to the area.  None of her questions, however, were phrased quite that politely and tactfully though.

There was one part that Lori thanked god that they hadn’t asked about.  When a tiny little struggling lump is fluttering like crazy against one of the most sensitive parts of your body all day, it's bound to wear away at any woman!  She reached toward the top drawer of her nightstand.

‘Only if there are any left’, she thought, rustling through the plastic container.  ‘Otherwise I’m going to bed.’ It wouldn’t have been worth it for her to get up and take him all the way to the sink. Luckily enough, there was one left.

Lori removed the remaining baby wipe from the container.  With her other hand, she went back into her pajamas and fished little Michael out of her crack. She deposited him right into the center of the cold baby wipe and folded the corners up, wiping his naked body clean.  Once sufficiently wiped down, she raised him to her face and breathed in. The odor of her ass had been completely erased.  She heard him weakly and repeatedly thanking her.  She responded with a light smile, her mind already beyond the moment anticipating what was to come next.  “I didn’t do that for you.”

The anger and betrayal she’d felt earlier had started to subside, but she couldn’t help but take the opportunity at some passive-aggression.

On wounds that time won’t heal, makeup sex is worth a try, right?

She lowered Michael, now squeaky clean and ready to get dirty again, down past the covers and into the deep valley between her breasts.  She imagined it must be a fun place for a man to visit, but he had much more important places to be. She continued moving him down her soft belly, just a little fuzzier below the belly button than she’d have presented on an official date.  But this was something different.

Much less pressure.

Much less stress.

It was all about her.

She loved the sensation of feeling his body gliding against her smooth skin.  The hairs on her neck stood at attention and shivers ran down her spine as she pulled up the string-drawn waistband of her pajamas–creating just enough space between her plush stomach to tuck him in.  She could feel the heat escaping her burning loins, and there was no way that it didn’t feel good to Michael. Lori let out a carnal moan as he grazed her sensitive, plush lips.  He was so cold from the baby wipe, but her labia radiated heat, protectively warming him in body heat and lubricating him for what was to come next.

“You did good today, Michael.  We both did.  We did what was expected of us...and now...now it's time for you to make me feel good.”

This was his path back into her good graces and she considered it a more-than-fair exchange.  She gently nestled him between her pussy lips and started slowly rubbing him into the fold, moving his body in tight, shallow circles.  The slick, squelching sound of Michael’s body becoming drenched in her fluids was creating a feedback loop. She got more and more wet, and the sound of him slipping against her sensitive folds became louder.  Lori trembled, increasing the pressure and the depth on the naked boy down her pants.  She felt heat radiating out from her inner thighs, traveling down to her toes and up to her heart.

Lori used her free hand to grope her right breast as her right hand fluttered overtop Michael. She tugged at her stiffening nipple and bit her lip as she scooped Michael with a single finger from the cleavage of her lips.  He was sopping wet already, which was perfect...it was like her body was preparing him for where he was going next.  She slid him down skillfully, positioning him at the tip of her index and middle finger.  There was some semblance of a weak resistance, but Lori recognized it as that biological impulse to survive.  She could require him to psychologically submit to her, but Lori accepted that he wasn’t going to be perfect at pushing down his body’s instinct to resist the plunge.  But that was one of the reasons they were going to be doing this much more from now on.  Practice makes perfect, after all!

Lori forced him deep inside of her, gasping at the sensation of his body, constantly changing position, against her slick walls.  He was nowhere near large enough to give that wonderful sensation of being filled and stretched, but the thought of him being surrounded by her...and feeling his struggles inside...it was enough...and it did not take long at all.

Lori’s thighs quaked with a pleasant jiggle as they slammed together.  She ripped the pillow out from under her head and stuffed it over her face, just quick enough to muffle her lustful scream.  These were the moments when the hedon inside of her was most persuasive and had the strongest voice.  She told Lori that little Michael could just stay there forever, giving her orgasm after orgasm for the rest of his life.  He’d be so happy there, safe and sheltered.  It satisfied not only her carnal desires but also her urge to protect.  And even though that hedonistic voice quieted to a whisper as the glow of her orgasm faded, it never truly went away.

A trembling hand reached for the water at her bedside and she gasped for air after swallowing several mouthfuls.  This was the first time Michael had made Lori orgasm in such a way, and Lori knew that copious amounts of vaginal fluids flowing freely would carry little Michael from her body.  She reached down and felt around in the soaking mess she’d created with his help; her little partner in crime.

His little body was adhered to the crease of her inner thigh. Lori didn’t even pick him up, she just traced a line down between her swollen cheeks, gently swiping him back between them.  Lori patted her big, bulbous cheeks, commending Michael for a job well done. That much closer to being back in her good graces.

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“Girls!  Lunch is ready”!  Lori shouted from the kitchen. Lori removed a large tray of golden french fries from the oven and set them down on the stovetop, right next to the plate of sizzling hamburgers.  The bedroom doors upstairs opened and shut as Lori prepared four plates.  She started by dressing each plate up with a handful of crispy french fries, and god forbid one of the girls got even a single french fry more than her sister!  She then placed the hamburger bun halves on each plate and a browned hamburger patty over top. She spent a few moments trying to remember the various cheese preferences of her three daughters and as Lori was setting the last plate down at the dining room table as the girls made their way down the steps.

The leader of the pack floated down quietly, Isabella’s footsteps barely audible against the stairs.  And then the steps creaked as thunderous footfalls threatened to collapse the house. Sure, Victoria had inherited most of her mother’s thick thighs and large bottom, but she was nowhere near large enough to create that much chaos when descending the stairs.  As usual, Gina fell somewhere between the extremes set by her two younger sisters.

Despite being the first one down, Isabella was the last to sit, being the only girl of the three opting to wash her hands before eating.  “Is this the cheddar one or the american one, Mom?” Isabella asked skeptically as she sat in her seat and scooted the chair under the table. She’d changed into an oversized gray sweater, one of the few tops she owned that actually succeeded at concealing her hard-to-hide bust.

“The one across from Vicky is the cheddar one.”  As Lori squatted down to grab cans of soda from the very bottom back corner of the fridge, she felt the natural parting of her cheeks fight a losing battle against the restrictive tightness of her denim, and little Michael was caught in the middle of that epic battle, quite literally.

Victoria was already seated and nibbling at her fries when Lori set the cans of soda down for the girls to grab. Victoria and Isabella grabbed theirs while Gina was still thoroughly double-checking to make sure there was absolutely no cheese on her hamburger.

“Thanks, Mom.  This looks great.” Gina said, popping open her soda and taking a long sip.

Lori set her plate down at the other head of the table, opposite Gina, replying, “You’re very welcome, girls.” She loved these moments, when they were all together.  Lori let out a quiet chuckle to herself when she noticed that before she’d even had a chance to sit, Victoria had already gotten some ketchup on her black band t-shirt. Some things never change.

Lori pulled out her chair and prepared to sit down, but froze for a moment, her spreading, denim-clad ass hovering about a foot over her seat.

It looked like time had frozen.

Gina was mid-sip into her soda. Isabella was holding the mustard upside-down over her cheeseburger, and Victoria, having stripped the hamburger patty from the bun, had abruptly frozen while nibbling around the patty’s edge.  All six eyes were on her, and Victoria was the one trying her hardest--and failing--not to smile.

“You girls are ridiculous.” Lori said half joking, half serious.  The wooden chair creaked beneath her as Lori allowed it to accept her full weight.

“So he is in there then, right?” Isabella asked, her eyes down on her food as she decorated her hamburger with mustard.

Lori looked up from her burger, “What do you think?”

Isabella smiled and looked at her sisters and then back at her mom. “How does he go to the bathroom?”

“He only has to use the restroom once a month.” Lori said, taking a small bite of her burger.

“Whoa..what?” Isabella blinked hard, trying to process what she’d just heard.  Lori sympathized; she was just as perplexed when she read it in the Rear Housing Guidebook.

“How in the heck does THAT work?”

“It’s very complicated, dear.”

“And what about you, Mom?” Victoria asked, half-chewed hamburger dancing around between her teeth and on her tongue.  “Do you still go to the bathroom every day? Is that weird with a tiny man in there? Has he ever fallen in the toilet? It doesn’t make sense that he could stay in your butt when you’re–”

“--do we really need to talk about this right now?” Gina let her burger drop onto the plate to express her distaste with the conversation at hand.   “How about not talking about mom and her butt buddy at the dinner table?”

Victoria had a response at the ready, as she always did but she first filed her mouth with more than a mouthful of crinkle fries. “Ummm…..this is the lunch table. Her tone dripped with sass as she stuck out her tongue at Gina. Victoria turned to Lori with a big grin. “Right, Mom?”

“No one likes a kiss-ass…” Gina sneered.

“Language!” Lori said to Gina.  Isabella had choked a bit on her Sprite from giggling.

“I’ll bet Mom likes a kiss-ass!” Victoria said, appearing even more now to be in her own world.

Victoria's immaturity was profound, and it always fascinated Lori.  Vicky and Bella were fraternal twins for Pete's sake!  How could they be so different?

"I'll bet Paddy probably gives it all kinds of kisses all the time!" she exclaimed with exaggerated emphasis, her voice rising with each word. As if to emphasize her point, she punctuated her statement with a series of comically loud smooching noises, her lips puckering up in an exaggerated manner and her dark curls bouncing with each "Muah! Muah! Muah!"

Energized by her immature joke, Victoria snatched several fries from her plate and before she’d even finished swallowing the current mouthful, she stuffed the fries in, her cheeks bulging as she chewed with gusto.

Lori did her best to hide the subtle appreciation for her daughter’s quick wit as she questioned, “What did you call him just now?  Baddy? And please, swallow your food first, sweetheart.”

“No, I called him Paddy!  Puh-ad-dee!” With a ‘p’!”

“What’s ‘Paddy’? You know his name is Michael.” Lori said, sipping her soda.

“Yeah, but you let me rename Swirly when we got him from Aunt Joan..remember?” Victoria said.

“Swirly was a gerbil.” Gina said.

“....and?” Victoria asked, looking annoyed and unswayed.

“It’s different, Vicky.” Isabella joined in.

“How is it different?” Victoria tilted her head, asking genuinely.

Neither Isabella nor Gina said anything and for a moment, the table was silent until Lori spoke up.

“Why would you want to name him Paddy?  Like rice paddy? Or Paddy like your Great Uncle Patrick?” Lori asked.

“Neither...” Victoria said, picking up her hamburger off her plate.  Instead of taking normal bites into the burger like her sisters and her mom, she had been eating around the circumference of the burger, going in closer after each complete loop.  Her hamburger was now half the size of her sisters’ and her mother’s.

Victoria set the small brown disc of meat atop one of her untouched hamburger buns. There was at least an inch or maybe two inches worth of bread-white bordering the chewed hamburger patty.  Victoria quickly closed the sandwich, allowing both buns to meet and completely conceal the tiny hamburger patty in the bread. She pressed her palm down firmly into the sesame side, compressing the puffy bun.

“It’s because he’s always sandwiched between two big buns, duh!”

All three girls erupted into laughter, and even Lori couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit as she shook her head.

“Victoria Grace, if nothing else you sure are creative.”  Lori said as the other girls continued to laugh.  Another conversation started up about one of Gina’s friends failing her driving test.  Victoria continued to smile, removing the much smaller patty from the hamburger buns. She resumed eating around the edge, wanting to make the patty smaller and smaller

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Somehow, the next day’s lunch was focused less around Michael. The lunch after that was even less.  The occasional question still trickled in here and there.  The last question Lori remembered answering for the girls was one from Gina about where she keeps Michael’s clothes.  Much to her surprise, nobody laughed or made a big deal about the thought of Michael being naked like she thought three teenage girls might.

The biggest response came from–you guessed it–Victoria, but it was only a reflexive smirk.  Much to Lori’s delight, it looked like all the commotion and focus on Michael was mostly beginning to die down.  This was due in part to the fact that Lori made sure that any time she was around her daughters, Michael was in her bottom.  Since Michael was spending so much time there these days, it was pretty easy to keep him separated from the girls.  Out of sight out of mind...for the most part.  And plus they’re teenage girls…they’ve got so much on their minds already!

Things were getting better between Lori and Michael as well.  She had gradually softened up and even formally forgiven him for his transgressions.  Despite firmly letting him know that she would not forget his escape attempt, she was very slowly returning certain privileges to him.  She let him go back to his drawer during his “off-time” just like before.  They were communicating more often, even if it was mostly through Lori’s method of jiggling her cheeks and waiting for his movement.  She diversified his meals a bit, introducing things like beef jerky, chicken, and even chocolate to his diet.  Although she knew that he wanted more…and he despised eating food that had been stored between her buttocks, he seemed appreciative of the diversity.

Speaking of being appreciative, Lori was grateful that Michael’s questioning about the end of the experiment had died down.  Sometimes she would have to pretend like she didn’t hear him and now that he was asking less and less, Lori allowed herself to believe that Michael was getting used to his life in her ass...perhaps he was even embracing it.

Lori had brought Michael up to around 13 hours a day tucked away in her bottom and felt comfortable with that amount. Days turned to weeks...she didn’t feel compelled to increase his exposure time since he already spent more of his day between her cheeks than out from them, and he really was on his way to restoring her trust in him.

It was still an uphill battle for him, though.  For the first few days, she’d make sure he was in her drawer whenever he wasn’t tucked away in her bottom.  When she showered, she’d keep him in the bathroom with her, usually deposited into one of her socks and paired up with the other to create a sock-ball prison.  As days went by, she gradually lengthened the leash.  She wanted this to be a mutually respectful relationship between the two of them...the most it could be anyway, and it just couldn’t be that if she had to worry about him trying to escape or get himself hurt again.  Soon enough things had somewhat returned back to the way they were before, with the exception of his increased exposure time.

If she really took the time to analyze the motives, she’d probably arrive at some semblance of guilt.  In all this time, she had been very strictly saving every penny Michael had earned from his time in her rear.

And it was already spoken for.  Every last cent of Michael’s money would go toward Gina’s education.  Tuition costs were high as were the dormitory costs, meal plans, and don’t even get her started on the books!  And lord knows her oldest daughter would also need some spending money to have fun with her friends and go out to eat on the rare occasion.  Michael’s compensation certainly wouldn’t cover all of it, but it would make a nice little dent.

She’d constantly remind herself that it wasn’t just Michael making all these contributions.  Lori was also picking up extra hours whenever she could. It was a nice sentiment: her and Michael working together as a team for her little girl.  Their hard work and sacrifices would set Gina up for an incredible life full of opportunity and prosperity.  Everything would work out in the end, there was no question of that. She had to think about the future though, she had to think about Isabella’s higher education…and Victoria’s, god willing.

Lori spent the last hour of her work day parked in her comfy office chair and reviewing the financial impact of Gina’s education as well as what she’d expect for her other daughters. Nothing was more stressful than looking over money, but that nervousness was a knee-jerk response she’d been conditioned to feel over years of being a single mother.  She left work that day looking forward to unwinding with her girls at the beach.

Lori, her three girls, and her faithful little subject arrived at the beach and hadn’t been there for more than an hour when Lori’s phone began to ring.  Victoria groaned, expecting a work call…as did Lori.  But when she checked the caller ID, one eyebrow raised.

The caller ID read “RR Laboratories”

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