Injected 2: Jordan's Revenge - Chapter 13 & 14 (Patreon)

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Injected 2: Jordan's Revenge

Chapter 13 - Retrieval

[Brad]

Brad missed when it was the hours that bled into days.  In the present, whenever that was, it felt more like the weeks bled into months.  He loved to learn, and learning was something that at least slowed the deterioration of his mind.  Brad learned how to survive within Jordan’s swollen, dense breast.  He learned how to get sustenance, perhaps in one of his most humbling experiences ever.  He learned how to gratify himself, initially as a last-ditch effort to stave boredom when his beautiful vehicle slept.  He learned where the warmth was and where the jiggling was a bit less pronounced.

All of his self-taught lessons and mastery revolved around the all-encompassing lattice structure of amber fat cells that made up Jordan’s humongous, unending breast.  They were the sole provider for him in everything he needed.  Brad was proud of himself for surviving as others in dire situations had done before him, but he hated himself for the regression in progress.  There’s nothing quite like literally eating the fat cells in your crush’s tit, not to mention fucking them, to really make you forget all that ‘I’m moving on’ bullshit.  No longer was Jordan some kind of ‘just-out-of-reach’ highschool crush. She was an unattainable goddess that surrounded him.

She detained him.

She imprisoned him.

She kept him.

She owned him.

Despite Brad’s entire world revolving around Jordan and her heavenly tit, it was clear that he barely registered in her mind.  Sure, they’d have brief and fleeting moments of interaction, and even though they were almost always derogatory and meant to humiliate him, his simple social primate mind starved for her attention.

Unfortunately for Brad, it only took what he believed to be one month of 24/7 confinement within her breast for every modicum of progress in getting over Jordan to completely revert.  He was completely infatuated with her.  And still, he yearned for his freedom.  In his warped mind, Brad was all but convinced the day would come when he’d see that needle tip part the small but stubborn lattice structure of fat cells, bullying them aside and sucking him back up like a tractor beam.

Jordan would see the error of her ways and Brad would forgive her graciously.  It’d be quite a story to tell the grandkids…when they’d all grown up, of course!

Most days were more or less normal.  The tough ones were when Jordan would hang out with Jake.  He’d quickly deduced that Jordan was one of those girls that was so hot she almost didn’t even care about sex…most people used it for power so why would such a powerful girl need it?  Still, much to Brad’s humiliation and emasculation, Jordan gave in here and there and allowed Jake to fuck her.

“Why does it have to be Jake?” Brad would sob, feeling the endless structure of fat cells giggle and jiggle at Brad’s dismay while the love of his life was railed by his literal high school bully.  Hearing Jordan’s first orgasm had to have been the most bittersweet moment of Brad’s life up to that point, and although it was just one of a countless many in a young girl’s life, that single moment was permanently etched in Brad’s mind forever.

The fucking started becoming more regular about 3 months into his confinement.  Was she doing it just to torture him?  If so, it was incredibly effective.  Brad tried many things to mask the pain.  He’d resorted to thrusting his hips into a cluster of Jordan’s fat cells as Jordan herself was getting properly fucked, and he’d try to time his orgasm with hers, briefly allowing himself to imagine that it was he that Jordan was fucking.

That helped sometimes…but the ride down from euphoria after cumming was enough to make him wish he could never get an erection again.  Usually, he resolved to just burying his face into the clustered cleavage of fat cells, hoping that the membranes might muffle the guttural, bassy sound of her moaning..although the tradeoff was that he could feel the vibrations against his face, originating at Jake’s jackrabbit-moving hips and translating to Jordan’s slit, reverberating up her tight stomach and bouncing her perfect bare breasts.  Yes, he could tell when she was topless fucking and when she was wearing her bra.  It was mostly in her bra until recently when the sex started happening more frequently.

He tried to follow the conversations going on outside in the real world but his hearing was never too great.  Sometimes he’d catch choice words like names.  Jordan hung out with Chelsea a few times, and anytime Brad heard his name there was often a lot of laughter afterwards.  Brad wondered if Chelsea knew about his mammary fate.

As of late, it started becoming more difficult for Brad to move freely amongst the lattice structure of the fat cells.  He found that their membranes, previously slippery and frictionless, had taken on more of a sticky and grippy texture, but only the ones coming into direct contact with his skin.  As a result, Brad was pulling an increasing number of sticky fat cells along with him whenever he’d try to travel amongst Jordan’s immense tit. Brad had noticed a transformation occurring within his mind ever since he entered the fatty tissue of Jordan’s mammary, but alarming changes to his physical body were becoming apparent.  His vascularity, never quite prominent prior to his reduction, was difficult to ignore.  The veins bulged from his arms and legs and it almost seemed like the fat cells were specifically gravitating toward them.

The pivotal day had finally come when Brad heard the voice of the dirty blonde demon that had helped put him here.  The one whose sweaty inner thigh he sucked…god, how crazy it was that sucking her inner thigh was the last thing he’d done as a full grown man?  It was the last thing he’d done wearing clothing.

But Claire was there!  Did that mean something good was about to happen?  He had to believe it.  But then, his environment jiggled and shook like it never had before.  He heard Claire speaking directly to him, which she hadn’t done in quite some time, and her voice was furious.  Jordan had mentioned his own name, and he’d mentioned Chelsea’s name.  Then he heard Jake’s name..and the word ‘titty-fuck’.

“Okay..” Brad thought in a panic, “This probably isn’t good.”

A minute, or maybe an hour, or possibly a week later, Jordan and Claire were both talking to Chelsea.  What the hell was going on? And then, the strangest, most wonderful thing happened.  It was just like he pictured it!  The heavens were opening and he saw light!  Not that dreadfully dingy dark pink light that could barely penetrate the skin of Jordan’s breast.  This was real light! The light was bending around the cylindrical stem of a needle, just like the one that had banished him here!

Brad practically had tears in his eyes as he started frantically swimming toward the syringe tip.  In these months within Jordan’s tit, he’d learned to move a bit more productively against the lattice structure. He deliberately set out to learn just in case something like this would happen…and it was happening!  It was such a shame, however, that he really couldn’t move that much anymore.  The fat cells that surrounded him had seemed to be fusing against his skin.  Horrifyingly enough, his bulging veins had since continued their navigation through his extremities and traversed his body into the adjacent fat cells that hugged him oh so very tight.  It had started with just a few, but more cells happily joined the mix. They surrounded him as if they were a starving group of paparazzi encircling a celebrity.  They all wanted his attention.  They all apparently wanted to connect to him.  Brad felt strange, cloudy feelings of foreign arousal.  They didn’t make sense, nor did the sensation of his essence leaving through his arteries while something else was pumping into his veins. He could still move his arms.  A lucky swing of fate considering he was almost constantly hard, most often against his own will.  But the only thing that would eliminate the cloud of obsession from his mind was to masturbate…and he masturbated A LOT.

The syringe tip was partially obstructed by several hundred translucent amber fat cells, but it was there clear as day.

“I’m trying!  I’m trying!!” Brad exclaimed in an excited panic as he struggled to break the growing, fatty, fleshy, pulsing mass’s stronghold that surrounded him.  He expected to see fluid rushing in, along with maybe a few stray fat cells…he just hoped that he’d be among the contents of Jordan’s tit that would be quickly sucked up into the syringe’s belly out in the real world.

Brad’s head tilted at what he saw next.  His flailing against the mass to which he was handcuffed became a little less frantic as his energy expenditure priorities were reshuffling so that he could solve this mental puzzle.

“Why is fluid coming OUT of the syringe?”

It was the strangest thing to watch…and Brad had to imagine that it's exactly what it looked like when he entered Jordan’s breast.

Following a long stream of clear fluid ejaculated from the syringe tip tumbled out a strange fleshy clump.  Extremities sprouted from the barely discernible clumped up ball in an attempt to orient itself properly.  He remembered doing the same thing when he entered Jordan’s tit…back when he thought it was easy to assess which direction was up.

Long, flowing brown hair traced beautifully, obediently following the path of the naked human’s head as it whipped around, surveying the scene into which it was just injected.

Someone else had been injected into Jordan’s breast?!

She adjusted her hair and it was the moment when her eyes locked with his that he realized who it was.

“Chelsea?!?!” Brad exclaimed in disbelief, excitement, fear, trepidation, celebration, and lamentation.

“Oh my god! There you are!” Chelsea began her long and arduous negotiation through the fat cell structure.

“They shrunk you even smaller than me!” Brad shouted, observing that Chelsea couldn’t have been any taller than his upper thighs.  If he was only 1cm tall, he estimated that she must have been around 0.4cm.

“I know! They said I had to be smaller!” Chelsea tried saying, her speech occasionally muffled by a jiggling, eager fat cell.

“Grab me!” Chelsea exclaimed, her eyes wide and white as the quaking structure seemed to be pulling her away from him like a mosh pitting crowd at a concert.  Brad eagerly reached out for her, somehow managing to get his hand around her ankle.

“I got you!” Brad celebrated, pulling the girl half his size in toward him and his anchorpoint.

“Good job!” Chelsea cheered, reorienting herself to hug against his chest and hold on for dear life.  “What is that?”

“She’s laughing.” Brad said.  He’d gotten too good at identifying what specific action Jordan committed that was responsible for each unique ripple and jiggle of their surroundings.

“Don’t worry.” Brad said with a quivering lack of confidence that he hoped was made up for with intensity, brushing strands of hair out of Chelsea’s face.  “I’ve got you..and I won’t let go.”

“No…I’ve got you!” Chelsea said with a big smile.  “They sent me in here to get you out.”

“But I’m stuck!” Brad wailed.  “Look at me!”  His body had essentially fused into the cluster of fat cells that were now taking on some kind of more advanced bodily structure.  “I’ve been practically innervated by Jordan’s body!!”

“I have no idea what that means, but they told me about that.  And they gave me this…”

Brad’s eyes widened as Chelsea slowly reached her hand down.  Her fingers danced over the nipple of her right breast and her eyes pinched shut for a moment as they loitered there for longer than they should have. Her hand then drifted down her stomach and then began fluttering between her thighs.  She was…..reaching in?

“Another fucking syringe?” Brad wailed as Chelsea giggled.  She’d just removed a miniature syringe from between her pussy lips.

“It was the only way that I could get it in here without losing it.  That or the back door.” Chelsea laughed, uncapping the rubber tip that ensured she herself wouldn’t be poked with it while it was in vaginal storage.

“Whoa, whoa..you’re going to use that on me?  Are you sure–”

PRICK

“Good fucking god, it worked!” Chelsea shouted cheerfully.

Brad was no longer attached to the complex biological structure anymore.  Nor was he holding Chelsea against his chest.  Instead of being over twice Chelsea’s size, he estimated that he was now a quarter of hers.

“Look how fucking LITTLE YOU ARE!” Chelsea squealed in primal delight, reaching out for the even smaller man with both hands and hugging him to her chest.  If they were standing on even ground and not submerged in the fatty tissue of a tit, Brad might have just barely come up to Chelsea’s knees…but now his face was buried between her big, wet breasts..and she was pulling his face in toward her right breast.

“Suck it..suck my nipple, little Brad. Use your fucking tongue…oh my fucking god!” Chelsea roared, burying Brad’s nose, chin, and even his forehead into the soft flesh of her tit.  Her fingers dug into his back and his ass cheeks as he opened his mouth and accepted the nipple.  Chelsea had completely lost her mind and was an unstoppable force!

At some point, Brad managed to spit out Chelsea’s nipple and pull his face from her chest just long enough to look over her shoulder.

“Oh my god!” He pointed up toward Chelsea’s entry point.  “The syringe!  It’s leaving us in here!”

“I know!” Chelsea cheered, forcefully returning Brad’s face to her chest and burying her nipple in his gaping mouth.  “They told me I had three hours to find you and then they’d get us!  Since I found you so soon, we get to play in here until they take us out!”

Chelsea’s stiff nipple popped out of Brad’s open mouth as she pulled him off her tit. She lifted him up to her face and began making out with him, but she was so much bigger that she was basically kissing, licking, and sucking on his entire face.  She was absolutely insatiable.

“And once they get us out, they said I can keep you forever and ever!  We’re going to do this every day!  Of course I’ll be back to normal.  As fucking mindblowingly hot as Jordan is, I don’t think I’m willing to give up my freedom just to get closer to her.  I think I’d be perfectly happy to just go back to my life and add a tiny little you!”

Brad tried pleading with her, but anytime Chelsea stopped speaking, she returned to licking and sucking on his face, almost frantic in the way that she was planting kisses.

“Maybe I’ll even let them just grow me back and leave you at this size!  Can you imagine all the fun places you could fit?” Chelsea mused, sliding a struggling, flailing Brad up, kissing down his chest and stomach.

“I think little, LITTLE Brad is on board!” Chelsea cheered, accepting Brad’s tiny but rock-solid cock into the gaping hole that was her mouth.  His eyes slammed shut, mostly because any time they were open he could see her hauntingly large eyes fixated on his face, studying any changes in his expression as she varied her degree of suction, slipperiness, and intensity on his poor little member.  A single eyebrow lifted as Brad started twitching, and she abruptly freed Brad’s little cock from her mouth.

He was in a daze as she inspected it up close.  “You didn’t cum yet, right?  GOOD!”

WIth that, Chelsea lowered him down, planting one more big wet kiss on his gasping face along the way as his hips aligned with hers.  AT this position, his face was only slightly north of her belly button, and the two forces collide as Chelsea dug her fingernails into Brad’s ass and forced him to penetrate her.  He gasped and she giggled, thrusting him in and out of her.  “I can barely feel you, Brad.  I wish they would have let me make you smaller…that way I could have fit ALL of you inside of me.  Maybe I really will have them leave you this size when we come out.”

“Why are you doing this?” Brad found the words to ask.

“Jordan wants you out of her tit for some reason…I dunno…I think it's actually really really nice in here.  Part of me almost wants to just stay in here forever with you, ya know? This could be our new home forever…and we can just fuck and suck every…single…day…forever!”

Brad started panting and whining, and Chelsea must have known that he was getting close so she dug her fingernails in deep enough to leave marks on Brad’s ass cheeks, forcing his little cock as deep as it could go into her monstrous, hungry pussy.

The near-microscopic Goddess trembled. “As fun as that would be, it will be even more fun when I’m big again and you live in my room…” Chelsea leaned in close and whispered, “...just a toy waiting to be played with…just you wait and see!”

Brad exploded and completely melted into a quivering, illogical, unrecoverable mess in Chelsea’s big strong arms.  She gently shushed him, patting him on his back and cuddling his face between her sweating breasts, but there was still about 2 and a half hours left before they’d be “rescued”, and Chelsea was already starting to play with his sore, pulsing little cock again.

Injected 2: Jordan's Revenge

Chapter 14 - Reassignment

[Claire]

“It’s freaking insane that you can do that.” Jordan said, her back pressed against the headboard of her bed.

“What?” Claire said, readying the syringe and sterilizing the injection point on Jordan’s exposed breast.

“That you can know like exactly where they are.  You’re literally gonna point that tiny little needle into my tit and suck them up, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan.” Claire said, focusing on aligning the needle tip with the location she intended to strike.  She smiled as the needle sank into the flesh, “And it's not freaking insane.  It’s just science.”

Jordan winced slightly.  Claire did her best to be quick.  Claire herself had not undergone any breast injections but she had to figure that the mental image of a long needle stem burying itself into her tit flesh was probably worse than the actual pain itself.  Claire was basically a doctor right now, curing Jordan of her sex-crazed ailment…what a funny twist of fate.

Claire bit her lip in focus, one hand inserting the syringe deeper and deeper while she held the scanner device right up next to it, but instead of holding the pink button, Claire was holding the lime green button.

“Okay, we’re there.” Claire said once the device let out a single quiet robotic chirp.  She set the scanner down and carefully maneuvered the syringe in her hand so that she could pull the plunger up.  THe two girls watched as a very small quantity of discolored liquid began rising up at the lowest level of the syringe chamber.

Claire didn’t pull much, only maybe 2 to 3 droplets worth of matter.  “Okay, hopefully they’re in there!”  Claire raised the scanner device again and pressed the smaller edge of it against the syringe chamber. She held down the purple button and two distinct beeps rang from the device’s speaker.

“Got ‘em!” Claire cheered, fully removing the syringe from Jordan’s jiggle breast.  She immediately pressed a square of tissue against the breast and instructed Jordan to resume holding while Claire focused on ejecting the contents of the syringe onto a prepositioned clear container on Jordan’s nightstand.

Claire quickly grabbed the magnifying glass from the foot of Jordan’s bed and positioned it over top of the container.  She peered through and what she saw brought a devilish smile to her face.

Chelsea was straddling little Brad’s head, thrusting her hips roughly against his tiny little face.

“What’s so funny?” Jordan asked, putting her breasts back into her bra and pulling her hair from the neckline of the simple, tight t-shirt she’d just put on.

“See for yourself.” Claire handed the magnifying glass to Jordan and she watched Jordan’s face closely.  Her lips immediately curled up in an amused smile, revealing her pearly whites and then she filled the room with hysterical laughter.

“Good god, Chels!  Get a room, you too!”  Jordan giggled in disbelief.  “Look at her just fucking his face like that!  She’s so focused! Haha…not even turning to look at us!”

Claire peeked through with Jordan.

It was true, nothing about what was going on had even remotely broken the brunette’s focus, and her hips were still violently thrusting against little Brad’s face.  Chelsea’s hands raked through her messy, brown hair and occasionally gripped heavily at her bouncing breasts as her hips bucked.  Brad was just big enough for the girls to make out the look of panic and confusion he wore, along with a generous layer of Chelsea’s thick, sticky cum.

“She’s insatiable!  Why’s she acting like that?” Jordan asked quizzically, as if she were a child asking a science teacher about the strange, silly actions of two bunnies in heat.

“Well, I had to make sure that she would be properly motivated to actually track him down and get him back to us, right?” Claire said.

“Okay? But how?”

“Remember that injection I gave Chelsea right before the one you gave her?  The one that ‘didn’t do anything’?” Claire asked, making over-emphasized air quotes.

“Uhhh…yeah?  You said that was a backup in case…..” Jordan trailed off and her jaw dropped.  “No freaking way!!”

Claire nodded excitedly, “Yes way!”

“Holy crap!  Who?” Jordan asked.

“No one you know.  Three guys from California that made the trip with me here.”

“Three of them?!” Jordan asked in disbelief, three orange tipped fingernails wiggling with the fingers to which they were attached coming up to confirm, to which Claire nodded proudly.

“Yeah, so pairing the fact that there’s three times the mammary stimulation AND she’s as little as she is, fusion was not only inevitable, but it would happen really quickly.”

Claire pulled out a calculator and started punching in numbers, “I injected a total of three 1cm guys into her tit and she lost over 99.7% of her initial size so……yeah, the fusion event probably happened around when she was in your ass crack.”

“Wow…” Jordan said, still looking down with amusement as Chelsea took advantage of Brad. She had now stood up just long enough to turn around and park her ass right on his sloppy wet face, rubbing her pussy against his chin and her asshole against his nose. It looked like the girls had part of Chelsea’s attention.

“And the three 1cm guys…how big are they now?” Jordan asked curiously. “I guess they shrank with her right?  Otherwise they’d have like exploded out of her tit probably.”

“Exactly!  They underwent residual reduction and were reduced proportionally to their host.  Chelsea was 5’2” and is down to 0.0025% her original size so that puts them at 0.0025% of their 1cm….which is 0.0025cm…or 25 micrometers.”

“Whoa…how small is that?” Jordan asked, watching the full length of Chelsea’s glistening ass sliding along Brad’s face, her shiny cheeks swallowing up his features and then revealing them, swallowing them up then revealing them. Jordan wondered how many times Chelsea had cum on Brad’s face already. She hoped it was a lot.

“Oh jeez….tiny.  I mean… the average diameter of a human hair is 50 micrometers, so they’d be half as tall as a human hair.”

“You know what..I’m not gonna lie, as much as I hate her…I kinda love that she has her own little tiny things.  It’s actually kind of adorable.” Jordan said.

Claire peered down at Chelsea who was nodding vigorously, and squeezing her breasts hard enough to leave marks.  It looked like she loved it too!

“Okay, so what happens now?” Jordan asked.

“Well, we can do whatever we want with him.  I mean…I can bring him back to California with me too…or we can destroy him…whatever you want.” Claire said. “We could even let her keep him if you really wanted to.”

Chelsea looked up hopefully, standing up from the crumpled heap that was Brad down between her feet.  She roughly scooped her hands in under his arms and cradled him against her hip as if he were her child and she stared up at the two goddesses discussing their future.

“Absolutely not.” Jordan said, almost in disbelief that Claire would even suggest it.

Claire giggled, “Whoa…she does NOT like that!”

The two looked in through the magnifying glass and saw that Chelsea was yelling…no…sobbing. She held Brad’s face tight against her chest, protectively cradling him as she presumably debated the case on whether or not she could keep him.  Surely she was saying stupid things like “You promised I could keep him if I found him!” or “Please let me keep him!”, but Jordan didn’t care enough to confirm.

“Question..” Jordan stated, turning her attention to Claire.  “Is there anywhere on my body I could inject him without having to worry about that fusion sex zombie shit?”

“Well the fusion thing, I definitely do not have figured out yet…but I am about 99% sure that the only place on the female body that causes the ‘sex zombie shit’ as you put it is in the mammary fatty tissue..but seriously though, you’d take that risk? Just to take Brad away from Chelsea?”

“Uhh…..you act like you don’t know who you’re talking to.” Jordan said and the two laughed.

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